A curtain of water, resembling a huge ribbon of white cloth, rises from the cliff and falls through the treetops and down the mountain.

In the churning splash, Li Wenshuo stood quietly on the smooth pebbles, holding the iron sword that had been repaired in his right hand, closing his eyes slightly, his left arm was slightly raised, his muscles were tense, feeling the huge force that fell from the sky, his arm seemed to be broken, his brows were slightly wrinkled, he suddenly opened his eyes, a stream of light shot out of his eyes, his arm waved, the iron sword in his hand went upstream, and he splashed the water waves straight up, and then, only to hear a plop, Li Wenshuo smashed into the water again.

Lao Huang on the shore shook his head, smiled, and watched Li Wenshuo climb the mountain bank in embarrassment, and didn't speak, but thought it was very interesting.

Li Wenshuo gasped heavily, looked up at the huge waterfall not far away, the moment he swung the sword, the huge power was transmitted along the iron sword to his arm, until now his right arm swinging the sword was still trembling slightly, today he has been washed down from the boulder for the fifth time, the fifth time is the same as the first time, and the countless attempts in the previous seven days are exactly the same, the moment the iron sword swings up, it is the same as the huge force that crushed a body of qi.

It was quiet all around. The leaves trembled gently in the sun, a thin layer of water vapor drifted through the air, and the confused flies swirled and flew, buzzing into a mess, like an organ, promoting the weaving of the summer heat, screaming vigorously, it was already June weather, the old man finally took off the thick fur coat, and put on a slightly thin wide robe, but it was still hot and constantly shaking the fan in his hand.

Li Wenshuo had just come out of the water, and he was not hot, but he was still lying naked on the shore panting, looking up at the old man Shangguan who was looking at him from top to bottom, and he was tired and didn't want to speak.

The old man looked at Li Wenshuo, shook his head, sighed and said, "Why did I accept you as an apprentice, I'm really old, I responded to the old man's dizzy words." With that, he walked to the pergola with a pot of cold wine.

Li Wenshuo rolled his eyes, but he didn't care, the old man had to make fun of him every day, and then he happily ran to the side to drink, it seemed that there was so much fun left in life, at this time, Lao Huang was just sitting on the side laughing, and it seemed that he also liked to watch Li Wenshuo eat deflated.

The old man Shangguan is probably really old, he is afraid of cold in winter, hot in summer, and his face is full of wrinkles, but Li Wenshuo has more and more respect for him, no reason, just for the pride and ambition of cutting off a finger of the 300-zhang river, and for the rivers and lakes that were robbed of his demeanor by himself in those years.

A few days ago, Li Wenshuo pegged the old man to teach him swordsmanship, the old man was not only lazy to make friends or what, he was a little impatient, and shouted that he did not have the swordsmanship that could be learned in the Xianfeng realm, Li Wenshuo said that it would be okay, and he would retreat to the second, how about teaching me the art of flying swords?

The old man flattened the flying sword technique as worthless, but Li Wenshuo scoffed a little, and said If the flying sword technique is really as unbearable as you said, how could it be used on Wudang Mountain for so many years, and when he fought with the Taoist in Tsing Yi before, he felt that the flying sword was like lightning, and it was like thunder.

Listening to Li Wenshuo's words, the old man Shangguan seemed to be a little annoyed and angry, so Li Wenshuo had a bright red slap mark on his forehead, and scolded You kid didn't learn his own skills well, and he still coveted other people's things, he practiced his sword honestly, drew his sword and held it steadily, within three feet in front of him, nothing could enter in the wind and rain, what can a flying sword do to you?

So Li Wenshuo had one more task in addition to walking to the center of the waterfall, practicing swords under the pressure of the waterfall.

After resting for half an hour, Li Wenshuo walked to the bottom of the waterfall again, and cautiously came to the position of about three zhang, with his current strength, he could barely take two more steps forward, but in that case, let alone holding a sword, it would be difficult to move.

Stretching out his left hand again, a strong pain hit, Li Wenshuo snorted, frowned slightly, feeling the speed of the water, suddenly, the iron sword slashed out, Sen Ran's sword qi broke through the water flow, rushed out two zhang away, was washed away by the water pressure, and then pounced.

The old man on the shore shook his head and sighed again.

Li Wenshuo didn't care, he didn't care about the pain all over his body, and he didn't care about it, and he wasn't in a hurry, the more he went to the waterfall, the more pressure he felt, and he didn't know that there were tens of thousands of catties of water in the center of the moment.

Lying quietly in the pool, the cicadas and birds chirping around, all the sounds were suppressed by the roar of the waterfall.

Looking at the sky with a pair of big eyes, he didn't want to move, and the white clouds were empty, floating in the clear sky, attracting jealousy; as if he was overhead, and one on top of one was another, I really wanted to be able to pick one and ride it to the sky, Li Wenshuo thought like this, and turned to look at the old man under the pergola.

Endured the pain and climbed ashore, walked to the pergola, and looked at the old man in front of him with a smile.

Shangguan Yu was a little hairy by him, put down the wine glass in his hand, looked at him with a frown, and said coldly: "What, split that waterfall?"

Li Wenshuo shook his head and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that you have to practice one step at a time, how can you be so fast." ”

"Then what are you doing here, why don't you continue to practice?"

"Master, the disciple has something unclear about, so he came here to ask for advice. ”

The smile on Li Wenshuo's face disappeared, and he suddenly became extremely serious and bowed.

After getting along for so many days, Shangguan Yu also saw the reckless nature of his apprentice, and he was not very willing to pay attention to it, and said: "If you have something to say, talk quickly, get out of the way, don't disturb the old man to drink." ”

The cold voice was the snowflakes in winter, Li Wenshuo got up and said: "Master, I used to hear the old Fan in the restaurant under the Nanshan Mountain say that those immortal masters can soar the clouds and fog at every turn, travel thousands of miles a day, and envy in my heart, after practicing martial arts, I felt that those words were just children's jokes, but then I saw your old man and cut off the river of hundreds of zhang at once. ”

After speaking, Li Wenshuo looked at the old man's face cautiously, afraid that he would be slapped again if he annoyed the old man.

Shangguan Yu was also happy when he heard this, leaned on the bamboo chair, looked at the roof of the shed, and saw this posture, Li Wenshuo knew that the old man was going to recall the old year again, and he was not in a hurry, just stood on the side, leaned slightly on the pillar behind him, and gently rubbed his sore shoulder.

"I remember I also asked my master this question, and my master beat me up badly. ”

Hearing this, Li Wenshuo's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took a step back, seeing that the old man had no follow-up actions, he was slightly relieved, and said in his heart, "If you tell a story, don't be scary."

"I didn't dare to ask again, but when I cultivated to a higher level, I found that the clouds looked good from a distance, and when I got closer, I found that it was just some water vapor, no different from the morning fog in the mountains. ”

Li Wenshuo was stunned for a moment, but when he got closer, he found that it was just some water vapor, but the clouds were so high in the sky, how could he look closely, could it be that the master had cut down the clouds with a sword? But since it was water vapor, how could he cut it down? He asked softly, "Then you took the clouds off in the first place?"

"You kid, why are you so stupid!" The old man showed a look of regret with a sigh again, and every expression on his face seemed to tell how he accepted you as an apprentice in the first place, so that the teacher regretted this sentence very much, but these were automatically ignored by Li Wenshuo, in fact, he also wanted to know why the old man would accept him as an apprentice at that time, the old man didn't say it now, and he would tell him one day.

"It's all said that it's water vapor, how can you pick it, you think it's cotton, of course you went up to see it. ”

After a while, Li Wenshuo walked out of the pergola in a daze, with a big red handprint on his head, looked up at the white clouds in the sky, layer by layer, like a staircase paved with cotton, and muttered: "It's really high." ”

In the blink of an eye, it was July, and the slightly westerly slanting July sun was cruelly stuck in the air, sprinkling the scorching heat;

Every stone, every piece of sand, seemed to be breathing.

The noisy sound of cicadas kept thinking in his ears, Lao Huang was wearing a short shirt, holding the butter paper umbrella that he didn't know how to use, and squinted at Li Wenshuo on the top of the mountain.

Looking around at the green pines, the sky is lush and lush, tall and resolute; overlooking the houses at the foot of the mountain, they are scattered and scattered; and then look up at the waterfall, Li Wenshuo is shirtless, looking at the waterhole under his feet, which is nearly 100 zhang high, he takes a deep breath and jumps down suddenly.

I saw a black shadow on the white horse, and the same black sword pierced into the pool.

Half a month ago, the old man told him that he had prepared the best sword in the world for him, but he accidentally threw it under this pool of water, Li Wenshuo knew that the old man just wanted him to dive underwater, so he wouldn't believe any nonsense like accidentally throwing the sword into the water, but there were only three people in this mountain, and he was the weakest one, and no one could beat him, so he didn't have any right to speak in the matter of cultivation.

Although the sun is very hot outside, but after diving two feet deep, you can't see anything anymore, Li Wenshuo's water nature is not very good, he used to rely on his true qi to protect his body, and diving about ten zhang is the limit, and the huge pressure makes him unable to dive anymore.

Li Wenshuo is also bold, this time he climbed directly to the top of the waterfall, and wanted to dive a few more zhang with that momentum, after a while, Li Wenshuo floated up, only felt that it was good to be alive, the impact of falling from the waterfall was indeed big, and it was much greater than he imagined, even if he had used a large amount of true qi to protect his body in front of him when he entered the water, the moment he touched the water surface, it still felt like he had hit a stone, and almost a mouthful of old blood spurted out。