Chapter 2: A sword with a white head

The sun rises and the sun sets.

An old man and a young man walked together, all the way south.

From Dongsheng Shenzhou, pass through Beiju Luzhou to Nanzhan Buzhou.

Nine years, 90,000 miles, not fast and not slow.

The small delicate and lovely, wearing a patched shirt and wearing a spirit, will gently pull the corners of the mouth and smile when he meets the person with the right eye, revealing his white teeth, making people feel that this child has to brush his teeth at least three times a day.

The old one has his hair tied with his hair, a coarse linen coat, a small Zhong Kui peachwood sword, and a pair of washed and washed cloth shoes. The piercing silver filaments fluttered in the wind, not a little dusty, but a little desolate like the leaves of some old trees.

The old Taoist priest is also strange to say, he is full of silver hair, and he can say that he is thirty years old just by looking at his face, and he is forty years old. As for the name, he forgot it, and the little one was not stubborn, and from the bottom of his heart, he decided that the name of the old Taoist priest was originally the master.

The younger one has a name and a surname. Xu Xiaoxian. Ming'er was too feminine and matched his face, but he didn't like it, and later heard that it was taken by the master, so he gladly accepted it.

Xu Xiaoxian was born handsome, with a straight nose and red lips, and a bright red jujube nuclear birthmark in the center of her eyebrows carved this feminine little face with an elegant and agile finishing touch.

Nine-year-old Xu Xiaoxian has a weak body, a feminine temperament, but no fat powder, the master said that this is a male and female appearance, and the dragon riding Guanyin in the temple is this kind of physiognomy, saying that his life is not bad, and he is rich and expensive, but don't forget the master.

Xu Xiaoxian didn't believe in fate, but promised with a smile that if he was rich, he would take the master to the best Gool, drink the spiciest wine, play the best Vermilion Bird thin horse, and eat the fattest Jiangnan pigeon.

This is the ultimate pleasure that Xu Xiaoxian can imagine in the world at present.

He knew that the master who had not been white-headed last year would do the best for this.

No matter how embarrassed it is to steal chickens and dogs in the small courtyard of a farmhouse, to be chased and scolded by a farmer for dozens of miles, or to cheat and drink in a small wine shop, as long as you meet a lovely and beautiful village lady, a little girl from an ordinary family, a woman who is still plump even though she is old, even if it is a small red card with dozens of gold medals overnight, the master's spirit will soar in an instant. Xu Xiaoxian knew that the master didn't dare to play with two hundred and fifty eight without silver, but when did his eyes ever be honest?

Traveling thousands of miles, eating 100 rice and drinking 100 water since childhood, learning the sitting posture of the rich, watching the small people laughing and scolding, counting the trajectory of the wild geese flying south and returning to the north, the half-grown children who are close to Zhu and the black are naturally more familiar with human accidents than children of the same age.

Where do you not know the master's careful thoughts, even the master often talks about the two lumps of meat on the little lady's chest and looks at the eyesore, but it is actually heartburning, those fairy jobs on the little mother-in-law's flowery belly are more immortal than the gods, they should be things that adults should understand, but Xu Xiaoxian knows it.

But Xu Xiaoxian is sure that this master who has burned sweet potatoes and roasted wheat, pulled on the side of the road, urinated in the nunnery, and touched the little hands of a small village woman and was beaten by his man and had a blue nose and swollen face, is actually capable.

It's still a big thing!

When he was eight years old, Xu Xiaoxian fell seriously ill. The icy and snowy Beiju Luzhou can even freeze a pile of ice slag from the, but Xu Xiaoxian's body is the opposite, his whole body is red like fire, and his body is like a can of fire oil flowing in his body, but the heart-rending burning sensation did not make him faint in pain, but he became more and more sober, and he could clearly feel that every inch of his skin and internal organs were burned by the flames from the inside out, as if he was about to burn to ashes.

At that time, there was a green silk Taoist who picked up Xu Xiaoxian, one step at a time, and came to the Heishui River outside the city in the blink of an eye, the Heishui River was frozen for three feet, and the Taoist stepped on the ice of hundreds of meters on the river, roared 'Sword Go', and carried the Xiao Zhong Kui peach wood sword straight into the sky.

The sword goes.

Sword Return.

When I went, quietly. When he returned, the earth was shocked.

The three-foot Xiao Zhong Kui peachwood sword was already a hundred zhang in size when it returned, and its momentum was incomparable, and the silver lightning wrapped around the sword body, accompanied by thunder, and the Milky Way was upside down and went straight into the heart of the river.

In an instant, the black clouds rolled, and the sun and moon were gone.

Heaven and earth seem to be collapsing, and the world is as small as ants.

When a sword returns, there is a vague momentum of a small catastrophe, and it is indestructible.

Wherever the Baizhang Giant Sword went, the ice shattered into powder, and the river was instantly emptied until it reached the riverbed, forming a vacuum.

There was a man in green clothes wrapped in a transparent bubble on the riverbed, and before he could open his mouth to scold, he was beheaded by a sword.

The Taoist returned with the head of a man in green clothes, cut open the head and took out a cyan bead, the size of an egg. The Taoist suspended the cyan beads in the air, pinched the trick with both hands, and it was extremely complicated, and the green beads turned into clear water, and under the guidance of the Taoist, it was like a water line that slowly submerged into the red jujube nuclear birthmark in Xu Xiaoxian's eyebrows.

The heat in Xu Xiaoxian's body faded, and the red jujube core birthmark on his eyebrows turned from red to purple, and when he looked at it, there was still a little purple qi wrapped around his forehead.

It's weird.

The man in green clothes in Heishui River was originally a green carp, a thousand years ago, there was a big Kunlun fairy swimming in the Heishui River, inadvertently lost two volumes of "Lao Tzu Xiang'er Note" to draw qi and spit in the river, the green carp ghost made the god poor to learn the Tao, although the progress was slow, it lasted for thousands of years, Shanghuangting has cultivated the demon pill, vaguely able to turn into a human form, less than 30 years is expected to jump into the dragon gate, incarnate into Jiao, never wanted to die for no reason, was opened to take the pill.

Xu Xiaoxian recovered from a serious illness, leaving behind the root of the disease, the qi of the limbs and acupoints was stagnant, and the meridians of seven or eight out of ten were broken.

There is also a Taoist with green hair, but a sword with a white head.

Forcibly leading the catastrophe to come, how can you not be eaten up by the backlash if you go against the sky, how can you not be white-headed?

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Three years in the blink of an eye.

One old and one young are still going south, the old one is still the silver hair, the little one has grown into a teenager, the arms and legs are not big, but the courage is getting bigger and bigger. The wine thief is no longer looking at the wind, and he will go with the old way, and he can steal a few more bottles. Catching chickens and ducks, stewing dog meat is also gradually becoming proficient.

The little one thinks that if he wears a good robe for the master, the master will show some skills, help people catch ghosts and demons, and he can always cheat some silver taels. The old Taoist priest readily agreed. Along the way, the old Taoist priest made his efforts, and Xu Xiaoxian came up with ideas, and he was more or less able to get some silver from the rich family.

Xu Xiaoxian and the old Taoist priest hurried during the day, and practiced calligraphy at night, and the old Taoist asked him to practice regular script, and he practiced regular script.

The regular script is that the shape is square, the strokes are straight, and it can be used as a model. It is known as a gentleman in the word, the pen is decent, the middle is peaceful, giving people a kind of artistic conception of the heart like stopping water, the student is willing to learn, and the gentleman is willing to teach, which is also the fancy of this.

This is also the origin of seeing words as seeing people, temperament, mood, and even ambition, almost all of which can find clues in every stroke.

The old Taoist priest is contrary to his teaching, requiring that the glyph must be square, the strokes must be straight, but the pen is striving to penetrate the back of the paper, and the stroke needs to be iron and silver hooks, not seeking the heart as to stop the water, only wishing that the heart of the most pride is all put into the pen.

After three years of study, three years of practice, no one wants to believe that this twelve-year-old boy has thousands of weather, the word is still in italics, there is a lot of Qiankun in a stroke, when it is like a thousand horses galloping, when it is like the tide of the river, even the product and his line have a kind of 'east of the Jieshi, to view the sea' of the unparalleled momentum.

How did he know that the old Taoist priest wanted to use this stroke of masculinity to nurture his yin and feminine energy, harmonize the two qis, and help each other with yin and yang.

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"Master, how can the peony girl in Zuixianglou look so innocent, is it possible that she is eighty taels a night, and she still sells her art and does not sell herself?"

"Apprentice...... Have you ever seen a thief stick a thief in the face, 'I'm a thief'? Just like the little lady, there is a smell of eggs in one fell swoop, and the more you want to refuse and welcome after half pushing. ”

"Master tried?"

"No, I didn't. ”

"The master gave her more than eighty taels of silver from catching ghosts and subduing demons, why did she only listen to a song of 'Lady of the Camellias'? ”

The old Taoist priest touched his chin embarrassedly, but found that he had no beard, and said with a smile: "Go home, I'll talk to you when I go home." ”

"Home?"

"Well, hug Pushan back. ”

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Baopu Mountain stretches for thousands of miles, the peaks are steep, straight into the sky, 36 peaks are towards the top of the sky, the clouds and mist are like swimming dragons out of the sea, tumbling and misty.

When the morning sun was born, there was a round of red sun around the peak of the sky, hugging the Pugong Palace for a moment, shining and shining, a good fairyland.

It is rumored that the peak of the sky hugged the Pugong Palace and looked at Sendai, three feet from the sky, and raised his hand to pick up the stars.

In the past, Baopu Mountain, which was able to rank among the top three in the six true unifications of the Zhongzhou Continent, after the former head of the sect Li Jiaoer raised the xia and soared, there was no amazing talent for three hundred years, and it continued to decline, and there was a vague tendency to fall to the altar of the six true unifications.

Even the confidence of dominating the first Hanmei proud branch in Nanzhan Buzhou has become pure and empty.

And in the same Nanzhan Buzhou, the 'first floor' at the bottom of the six true traditions is because of a thousand years ago out of a rare kendo figure He Liuzhi, gradually like the sky, step by step, chasing the Taoist leader Da Kunlun, the footsteps of the Buddha Gate Round Lantern Temple, dominating the top three.

The end of the hero?

Fortunately, after reading through half of the "Hug Puzi" "Ask the Immortals", you can crown Zhongzhou, meaning to connect with Yunxia, open the gate of heaven with a thought, and raise the front palm of Xia Feisheng to teach Li Jiaoer to ascend to the immortal.

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