In a moment the fat man picked up a large pile of small stones the size of an egg, which he carried with the hem of his black robe, and when he came to the bottom of the tree, he looked up, and saw that the branches were so dense that he had a sense of anxiety that he could not do what to do, so he carried the little stones in his circle, hoping to find a gap that was very favorable for him to launch these stones.

At that time, his rigorous and serious expression was no less solemn than Zhuge Liang's night view of the village

Seeing this, the young man in the purple robe on the tree was also prepared for a fierce battle, and therefore he no longer ate walnuts. Of course, one can also think of him as having eaten enough! So, now he also carries a large pile of walnuts in his robe. His large pile of walnuts served the same purpose as the fat man under the walnut tree carried a large pile of stones in his robe—both for shooting at the enemy.

Judging from the strategic conditions and tactical environment of the two sides, it is clear to people at a glance - the young man in the purple robe is condescending and has tree branches as a barrier; compared with the fat man in black below, he has a unique strategic advantage; not only that, but from the perspective of the resources that the two sides are prepared to attack, the small stones of the fat man in black are obviously less abundant, more convenient, and more elaborate than the walnuts of the young man in the purple robe on the tree. In addition, walnuts are naturally round in shape, and they are obviously more stable in the air than those small stones with irregular shapes, so they are more accurate at hitting targets. It is important to know that the rounded shell of the walnut makes it more uniform and stable with the friction of the surrounding air during the throwing process than for those small irregular stones. This way, walnuts will be more accurate at hitting targets than those irregular rocks. On the contrary, those irregular pebbles have too many edges and corners, and they are not easy to shoot, so when they are in the air, they are more likely to be affected by the wind and deviate halfway, resulting in the final failure to hit the target as desired.

The pitch of battle began. The man who started the war, of course, was the angry fat man in black under the walnut tree, who grabbed a small round stone and threw it at the purple-robed young man in the tree with a whoosh. But, unexpectedly, his first stone struck the branch, and with no small force, and with a click! This also made the young man in the purple robe on the tree more careful. He immediately fought back, holding Walnut at the top of his index finger with his middle finger and thumb, and stretched his arm straight forward, aiming at the fat man in black below through the gap in the branches. Then he poured his strength into it, using his index finger as a firing spring, and immediately, with the same whoosh, the walnut in his hand flew towards the head of the fat black-robed man below. As a result, the walnut hit the fat man's skull with a crisp sound, and at the same time it exploded, and the fat man in black immediately bulged a large bag of eggs on his skull.

However, the fat man in black was still unyielding and refused to admit defeat, although he was beaten by the walnuts of the purple-robed young man above and had nowhere to hide, although now he only had to circle the walnut tree and flank the enemy, he still shouted angrily: "Don't believe it, Lao Tzu can't clean you up!"

However, when the young man above heard this, he became even more angry, and as a result, the walnuts in his hands were fired more intensively and fiercely. At first he shot them out with his index finger one by one, and then he threw them out two by two, until the young man in the tree was even more angry when he heard the fat man's complaints, so that he was now almost throwing them down one by one, and almost left the fat man in the black robe under the tree with no room to fight back. The fat man was angry, but he couldn't help it, and finally he had no choice but to throw the remaining stones in his robe upwards. As a result, his situation became even more dangerous! When the small stones he threw bounced back from the same way when they met the branches, the fat man in the black robe under the tree realized that what he had just done was extremely stupid, and this was not the realistic version of lifting a stone to shoot himself in the foot!

Suddenly, the small stones he threw by himself rained down on him like walnuts scattered by the other party. For a while, the fat man in black couldn't parry it anymore, so he had to rush up the stone steps with his head in his arms, and pick up his iron sword to block the walnuts that the purple-robed young man on the tree continued to fight.

At this moment, another half-hidden door of the room was opened, and an old man with a bright head and a horse's face, wearing a light yellow robe, walked out with a Kunlun iron sword in the shape of a fat man in black in his hand.

"The young man in the tree, please stop his anger!" said the old man, "may you come down and have a cup of tea, and we may have a good talk?"

Suddenly, three more walnuts struck at the old man, but who would have thought that two of the three walnuts were blocked by the iron sword in the old man's hand, and broke the branch of the tree on which the young man was leaning with the thickness of his arm, and the young man was so frightened that he had no choice but to jump to the ground.

However, the third nucleus he threw out was actually picked up by the old man's mouth.

When the purple-robed young man saw it, he clapped his hands and praised, "The senior is so powerful!"

Suddenly, there was another swish, and the walnut in the old man's mouth shot straight at the purple-robed young man under the tree, but the purple-robed young man's skills did not seem to be weak, and he saw that he was on one side, and with his right hand, the walnut that flew from the old man's mouth was caught by his middle finger and index finger.

"Amazing!" said the old man calmly, but his face could not be concealed, and a look of surprise was revealed. So, he bowed to the young man again and said: "Dare to ask the young man's name, the old Kunlun swordsman Budan is rude!"

"It turns out that you are the Kunlun Sword Saint Boudan senior," the young man said. "Junior, Henan Wang Biao has offended!"

Although Boudin was born with an unshirkable horse face, it did not affect his demeanor as a sword master and his kindness as an old man, and there was a soft light in his eyes, as if it was a desire to hold someone in his arms when he saw a child. His beard was naturally curly, which was characteristic of the men of their Kunlun region, and his robe, though old, was neat, and he was refreshed and moved like the wind.

"This is the inferior Dongyue swordsman Yang Lin," Budan pointed to the fat man in black beside him and Wang Biao and said, "The inferior disciple was offended a lot just now, and I ask Wang Shaoxia to forgive me!"

"It's not all your apprentice's fault," Wang Biao said, "and I'm also wrong." ”

Yang Lin was still full of anger, but he had nothing to say.

"Shaoxia, don't protect his own shortcomings, his upright character is really respectable," said Boudin, "If Shaoxia doesn't dislike it, you might as well go into the humble house and drink a cup of coarse tea, so as to fulfill the hospitality of our master and apprentice." ”