Shu road is difficult, it is difficult to be in the line from Yunbeiling to Broken Intestine Mountain, nine giant peaks stand, there is almost no flat ground in the meantime, and climbing cliffs and ziplines are commonplace.

But after all, it is only a way into Shu, although it is close but the road is rugged, in contrast, more people will still choose to go far away, but the mountain road is less than half of the first line of heaven into Shu.

It is difficult to enter Shu, and it is also difficult to get out of Shu. It was a narrow crevice between two huge rocks that reached the sky, and it was as long as a mile, and only one person was allowed to pass through the narrow place, and it would take a lot of effort for those who were a little fuller. In the course of walking, when looking up, I saw that no matter before or after, there was only a narrow line left in the bright sky above the head, so it was called a line of sky.

If it weren't for the tens of millions of years of water drops and stones, this line of heaven would be opened up, and the road in Shuzhong would be many times more difficult.

Fortunately, the monk is still a thin man.

Walking in this line of days, walking step by step, it is not too difficult.

At the exit of the long sandwich road, the sky suddenly brightened, and an elderly couple was setting up a stall on the side of the road, selling hot tea and cold water.

Naturally, monks can't afford tea. The monk of non-bitterness waved the seal of wisdom in his hand, walked to the old couple, and sang the praises of Amitabha.

"The poor monk came from Jinguan City in Shuzhong, went to Baima Town in eastern Sichuan, the road was far away, his mouth was dry, I wonder if the two donors can reward a bowl of water to quench their thirst?"

Three bowls of mountain spring water for a penny are not worth much in the first place, and they are all used as an addition to selling tea. The two old couples, who were also people with gods, took out a bowl of hot tea from the stove at their feet and brought it to the monk.

The monk hurriedly took three steps back, closed his eyes and said, "The poor monk only needs a bowl of water." ”

The two couples looked at each other, but handed over a bowl of water as they said.

The monk took the bowl, thanked him solemnly, and then raised his head and drank the bowl of clear and sweet mountain spring water. At the end, he wiped his chin and let out a long breath.

He quietly rested the bowl on the table, lowered his eyebrows and said, "Buddha is destined to be a person." I don't thank the two donors for the Buddha, and the two donors will not be in a state of suffering if they die in the future. ”

The old woman, who didn't necessarily understand what he was saying, but also knew that it must be auspicious words, had smile lines piled up at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and asked, "The monk is going to travel far away from Shu?"

The unbitter monk shook his head. "Let's go to the ferry and go back to White Horse Town. ”

Only then did he get out of Shuchuan, and then he entered Shuchuan.

The two old couples are people who have lived in Shu all their lives, how could they not know that there are not many Buddhist relics in White Horse Town, which is equivalent to the gateway to Shu, and they don't know what this monk is going to do for a while.

Although they didn't know, it was useless to ask, and the two had to watch the monk leave. It wasn't until he walked away that the two realized that he had only one foot on his shoe.

The other was barefoot, barefoot, scarred, and his flesh hardened like wood and stone.

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Recently, the news that Shu is going to re-elect the leader of the martial arts alliance has long spread all over the world, so White Horse Town, which is the gateway to Shu, has become lively again after many years.

Xiao Shun'er, who has been an apprentice in the blacksmith shop in White Horse Town for 20 years, no longer remembers what happened when she was a child, but she only heard the elders say that 20 years ago, the world was peaceful when the demon was eliminated, and the alliance leader Dongfang Lian Mo held a peace banquet in Tangjiabao in Shudi. At that time, it was also the time for the heroes of the world to gather in White Horse Town, but it was not as lively as one-tenth of it is now.

It's right to think about it, people on the rivers and lakes are always giving birth more and more, although there are also people who are killed, injured and killed, it is better to be born faster. This river and lake is naturally becoming more and more lively.

Although there are many heroes and heroes who come to participate in the election, there are more people who watch the excitement, and the blacksmith shop where Xiao Shun'er is an apprentice is also quite prosperous these days. Master, who was once too lazy to turn on a furnace for twenty days, has often been striking iron until midnight lately, just to send a handy weapon to those knights in the town.

In the town of White Horse, a big banner of "the world will martial arts" was also pulled up early, and a red ring was put on, and there were people on stage every day to compete, no matter what the skills were, the audience was cheering, so lively.

It is clear that it is just a re-election of the leader of the martial arts alliance, but in the eyes of these young people who rushed to Shudi, it is no less than holding a martial arts conference that competes for the first place in the world.

However, the rivers and lakes are like this in the end, they are always more lively than you think.

Xiao Shun'er, who has not been out of White Horse Town for twenty years, certainly can't come to this conclusion, and it is all from his lazy and alcoholic master.

"What are you doing sitting here! Go into the house and burn the stove!

Xiao Shun'er, who was watching the duel between a white-clothed boy and a big man with a hammer in the ring, came from behind him, and then kicked it, breaking the wind.

Xiao Shun'er swung her body, and somehow dodged the sudden kick.

Then he stood up suddenly, turned his head, and nodded violently at the old man who was still stunned in place: "I'll go!"

Then he slipped into the house and disappeared.

At the beginning, he was sent to this blacksmith shop by his parents, and he stayed for 20 years, and the twenty pots of daughter red that were accepted by the master as an apprenticeship soon drank to the bottom, but he never taught Xiao Shun'er anything else after that, only called him to burn the stove, and then went to the courtyard to "play green" for those freshly beaten weapons.

Every time he is called, he must be kicked suddenly from behind, at first Xiao Shun'er can't dodge, once he is kicked, he always dies in pain, and then he figured out the trick, he can often escape once or twice in ten times, and now he can escape almost every time, thinking about making the master deflated, or quite proud.

As for Danqing, it is the only job that Master has taught him for so many years.

Although the texture of the freshly baked weapon is fine, it is often different from that when it is quenched, after it is completely cooled. At this time, in order to arrange the texture of the weapon appropriately, it is necessary to take advantage of the fact that the iron pattern has not been fixed, flick the anomaly of the blade pattern with your fingers, and bounce back the pattern that deviates from the original track, so that the blade is a natural weapon. It's for Dan Qing.

Of course, Danqing is a technical job. Xiao Shun'er has been taught by the master to play for 20 years, and it is only in the last year or two that she has become more handy.

Lately, though, he's not very happy to go to the yard to do the craft. Not for anything else, just because there have been two more people in the yard who have eaten white food recently, which has caused his food level to plummet recently.

After burning the fire, Xiao Shun'er staggered to the backyard, and sure enough, she saw a big and a small one shrinking by the wall, and she didn't know which one was chewing on the baked cakes in her mouth.

He rolled his eyes, walked over to the armory rack where the sword was dangling, carefully observed its texture, and raised his fingers, ready to fire.

Before he could raise his hand, the big man in the corner shouted: "Good craftsmanship! Brother Shun's fingers are really good!"

Xiao Shun'er glared at the bearded man in annoyance.

The big man with messy hair like a bird's nest was very aggrieved: "Oh, Brother Shun can't get used to me again." ”

"Of course! Who will be used to seeing you with your posture of raising the bar?" The red-clothed imp on the side buried his head in nibbling on the baked cake.

"You're embarrassed to talk about me! In the past two days, as long as the stalls in the town see you coming, they will quickly close the stalls and go home, and they can't buy anything!" the big man complained.

"Then don't eat what I stole!"

The red-clothed imp reached out like lightning and took out half of the baked cake in the big man's hand.

The big man is unexpectedly agile. He didn't move his hands or feet, but swung his body and shook backwards, as if he was about to fall on his back and face the sky if he was not paying attention.

The little ghost in red did not give in, and continued to grab the baked cake in his hand.

The big man dodged left and right, his hands and feet did not move at all, but his body swayed like a tumbler, and he never lost his balance.

Xiao Shun'er shook her head helplessly, and then cast her eyes on the weapon rack in front of her.

I don't know which tendon the master took the wrong one, and actually took the initiative to take in these two mourning stars who couldn't even afford to live in the inn in the town.

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The small blacksmith shop was much more lively than usual, not to mention the whole town.

In the past month, I don't know how many heroes and heroes outside Shu have rode into this White Horse Town with mountains and fallen leaves. The innkeeper couldn't even count them, and the accounts were full of two large books.

Most of them only stayed here for a day or two, and after the supplies were exhausted, they headed for the Jinguan City in the depths of Shu. Since the ring was set up in the town, more and more people have stopped, and even the inn is a little overcrowded, and it seems to be overstretched.

The people who couldn't fit in the house, of course, gathered on the streets, and the streets and alleys were lively. Except for a little ghost in red clothes who was avoided by many shops, other customers did not refuse to come, and business was doing happily.

There is a main road in the town, which extends nearly two miles to the outside of the town, and a memorial arch is erected, and the three words of "White Horse Town" are written on it. Seeing the archway is like seeing the town, and there have always been people guarding here.

One person attained the Tao and the chicken dog ascended to heaven. The crowd of people in Whitehorse Town has also affected this quiet archway. All kinds of stalls on both sides of the trail are set up for half a mile, most of which sell Shudi silk, and the flow of people is bustling, like a bazaar.

Suddenly, two black shadows came from a distance, hurried through the crowd, and fled towards the torii. I was disturbed by several stalls along the way, but I didn't stop.

Many of them looked up at the two men suspiciously. Just looking at his footwork, you can know that the martial arts are far beyond ordinary people, and it stands to reason that they are also superior in the ring of White Horse Town, what happened to make them rush here?

Not long after the doubts in everyone's hearts surfaced, a loud shout sounded from the end of the path.

"Luo Yiyu, where to escape!"

The small silk merchant narrowed his eyes and looked at the scene in disbelief.

The two flying swords struck the rainbow, passing through the crowd, like breaking through the mountains and seas.

Its upper air machine is entangled, dense as a stacked mountain.

The sword in white is in control, and the sword flies in the palm.

The sword qi is close.