"My name is Fang Yin, who are you?" Daoist Fang frowned and asked strangely.

"What did you say?" the old fairy took a bite of the snack with his toothless mouth, chewing it with a dignified look. The incident happened suddenly, Daoist Fang was shocked for a while, and at the moment he looked directly at this self-proclaimed immortal old Daoist, secretly speculating. This is Shangqing Peak, the towering Shangqing Peak, he will never appear here for no reason, this person must have a great background! Since he is pretended, he may be the elder generation of Shangqing Elders, the ancestor level!

"Old Daoist, who are you?" Daoist Fang asked again, much more politely.

"What are you talking about?" the old fairy glanced at it, and his face was uncertain: "Say it again!" Yes, yes, this is still a suspicion that the Taoist priest has no respect for his elders and does not know how to count etiquette. Presumably, this is a senior master, hidden on the top of Shangqing Peak, practicing the fairy sword alone. Fang Yin smiled and said helplessly: "Old immortal, I'm asking, what do you call it?" The old immortal nodded, and suddenly smiled: "You might as well eat too, well, eat!"

It's completely a donkey's lips that don't match the horse's mouth, Daoist Fang took a deep look at the old face that couldn't be older, and took a long breath, don't look over. This man is old enough, not only old and toothless, but also old and dizzy, and he is already dying. But he is definitely not an immortal, this is obviously so old that his ears are also recited, and he can't hear what others say clearly. Papa, papa, the old fairy said vaguely while eating the snack sweetly: "Water, water, I want to drink, cough, water!"

This is choking, and there are quite a lot of problems! Daoist Fang said secretly, and didn't pay attention to him.

After a while, I heard the old fellow coughing and panting repeatedly, as if he was choking on the ground and out of breath.

At a glance, the eyes are rolled, and the eyes are about to fail!

In any case, Daoist Fang is still a kind-hearted person, and he will not die without help.

So he sighed again, got up, and went to look for water.

Looking left and left, there was no water in the hall, so I went to the side room again, looking east and west.

After a while, Daoist Fang came back with a bowl of water, and then looked, there were no people!

The futon was empty, and the old fairy was gone.

Huh, could it be that he is really one, old immortal? Daoist Fang asked himself and shook his head again.

There were a few snacks on the floor, little by little, one by one, and some in clumps, wet, presumably coughed up.

"Pathetic, pitiful, but where did he go?" Fang Yin sighed, very regretful.

In this world, there are no immortals!

Really?

Not necessarily.

A slight sound sounded outside the temple gate, like an autumn wind sweeping through the fallen leaves, brush, brush-

Outside the hall, I looked-

But I saw that the old fairy was holding a broken broom, bowing down, bowing his head, and sweeping the floor one by one. To sweep the floor is to sweep the floor, and nothing can be strange. But Fang Yin was stunned in place! On the ground, no, half a fallen leaf! This is the peak of Shangqing Peak, at this time it is the cold winter wax moon, and all the dead leaves have already been swept away by the endless wind and landed in an unknown place. The bluestone ground is already as clean as washing, and why does he still have this in it, sweeping the floor!

Sweeping, sweeping, has a deep meaning. Generally speaking, nameless masters, real hermits, and powerful figures of the older generation who have no head and tail like a divine dragon, all love to play with this hand! There is nothing to sweep, why sweep again? This is clearly swept for Fang Yin to see, and there must be a deep meaning hidden and a great mystery. Suddenly his thoughts turned, and Fang Yin looked fixedly-

Gradually, gradually, I saw a lot of doorways!

The feet are not eight, the two hands hold the broom handle, the east and the west, not limited to the shape, round and wishful. The broom is like a sword, driven by the arm, and suddenly it opens and closes, and suddenly it is drizzling. It seems to be a set of unknown magical swordsmanship, swordsmanship, body and footwork, easy moves, and unbridled sword paths, amazing! People use brooms as swords, white hair and gray clothes dance together, dry and merge into heaven and earth, isn't it a fairy figure? Beautiful! Strong!

Suddenly, a hint of enlightenment.

Heaven, earth, man, sword, no move, there is a move, rigid, soft, sick, slow, mutual restraint, all laws are one-

Kendo!

The way of the sword, the way of heaven, the way of humanity, the way of black and white, the way of life and death, all kinds of ways, countless ways, all the ways of the way together-

Road!

Indescribable, indescribable, peep-in, itching!

I see! I see! Why did Fang Yin come here? This is exactly the arrangement of Mu Zhangjiao!

Fang Yin understood!

After understanding, I was confused again.

is surging from the heart of the eyes are colorful, it can be said that the inspiration is about to come out, but when the hands dance and forget the love, it is, see you again!

Old Immortals!

He sat down on the ground, and cried out, "My waist, my waist, little wood, little wood—"

The little wood is not there, and the crying is not there, there is only one Fang Taoist. Amazed.

The old fairy seemed to be using too much force, and he flashed his waist.

Hey!

The Tao is the Tao, regardless of the old and the young, if you use too much force, you will flash your waist the same.

It was flashing his waist, and he couldn't help him up, and the old fairy grinned and cried: "Little wood, I told you to see the joke again-" Woo-woo, woo-woo, the old fairy cried very sadly, tears fell in two lines, and his face was full of frustration: "The immortal is old, old, useless, and wants to move his muscles and bones, and his legs and feet are not good, hey-" Fang Yin sighed, looked at the old wrinkled face in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at myself." ”

The old fairy didn't listen to him, and the old fairy couldn't hear it, the old fairy cried bitterly, and looked at the sky in the west with faint old eyes and tears: "Life is like grass and trees, once a hundred years have passed, where to find Xianzhi, Xiaoyao, cough cough cough! ......Between heaven and earth!" You, you're not a little wood! Strange, strange, kid, who are you?"

It's really old, old and confused, Daoist Fang looked at him helplessly, and suddenly thought of one hundred and eight. One hundred and eight is also so confused, and he is very forgetful. Just sighing to himself, the old fairy changed his face greatly, trembling and pointing, and exclaimed: "Yes, yes, yes! I know! You kid is here to steal Xianzhi, steal my Xianzhi......!"

Thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, a treasure of heaven and earth, a god and a man, there must be fairy grass! The two brothers are divided, isn't it good? I wanted to make a joke, but I was not in the mood, and Daoist Fang was already very impatient: "What kind of fairy zhi! me! Who wants to steal you? Do you listen, hey! It's all in vain!" The old fairy cried sadly and muttered to himself. After a while, he suddenly screamed and climbed up, his eyes were shining, and his face was excited: "Little wood! Little wood! Red head rope!

After thousands of years of practice, the immortal mushroom has become a fine essence, and the red-headed rope is used to bind its form and god so that it cannot escape. Daoist Fang has also heard such a legend, Daoist Fang is just very strange, isn't the red head rope used to tie ginseng dolls?

"Little wood, little wood, how many times have you said it, why have you forgotten?" The old fairy was greatly disappointed when he saw this, blew his beard and glared and complained: "This immortal watches the sky at night, and obviously told you that this thousand-year-old immortal zhi is about to be born in the near future, so it is convenient for this Shangqing peak...... "Stop! Stop! Daoist Fang was extremely serious, and said loudly: "Listen, I'm not a little wood, I don't have a red head rope, and I don't want to listen to your story, I ......"

"Who are you?" The old fairy blinked, and didn't seem to know him anymore: "Strange and strange, whose child is this, how could he come here?" Daoist Fang was speechless for a while, only to feel a stuffy breath blocked in his chest, and he was uncomfortable! This person, this person who calls himself an immortal, is not as good as one hundred and eight in IQ when he is old!

"Whew-" Fang Yin let out a long breath, turned around and walked away.

"Hey, hey, little wood, little wood!"

The encounter is not human, old and weird, this place is by no means a place to stay for a long time, I am afraid that this is seen by individuals. Daoist Fang ignored it, drifted away, chose a corner of the peak, and stood in danger to see the scenery. The sun hangs in the east, the light is also brilliant, the Ze is covered with all things, the light is full of light! The clouds, mountains, fog and sea are slightly dispersed, the hills and valleys begin to show their true appearance, the peaks and peaks are high and low, and the shadows of the peaks and peaks are sufficient. The only place where the white mist rises, like a fairyland on earth-

Sansheng Peak!

Sansheng Shiqian asked, can there be descendants before the stone?

Yan'er! Yan'er! Suddenly, I mourned in my heart, and two lines of tears fell!

I can't forget it, I can't forget it, I can't forget her, I can't forget every word she said, I can't forget every minute and every second with her, I can't forget her cheeks and smiles. It's like that misty mountain, she is clearly there, right there. A bunch of black ponytails, a goose yellow dress, she smiled in the spring, looked at it with gentle eyes, and raised the corners of her beautiful lips-

Goose!

It has been a thousand years.

Time is irreversible, and the green silk is white, and you can only go on the road with sweet and sour memories and walk alone.

Sansheng stone, that's right.

"Hey, hey, little wood, what are you looking at?" Behind him, the old fairy came again: "Are you looking for Xianzhi? No, no, Xianzhi is not there! This immortal has already been settled, well, there!" Fang Yin didn't look back, not wanting him to see him cry. For another moment, there was no movement behind him.

Turning his head to look, there was no one.

Turn around, look left and right, there is no one in general.

The old fairy is gone again.

"Here! here!" The old fairy behind him laughed and exclaimed proudly, "Little Wood-Xianzhi is here-"

Turning around in shock, Fang Yin's soul flew out of the sky in an instant!

But I saw the old fairy standing lightly not far in front of him, stepping on the void, and it was actually a living place.

Fly!