August 13.

It is said that the weather is sunny, that the autumn breeze is cool, and that the summer is gradually fading.

This is an ordinary day, and an extraordinary day, just because tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow!

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival competition of the children of the Shangqing Dynasty, fourteen and fifteen, thirteen days, three years!

The results of the practice.

There is a way that a mule or a horse comes out for a walk, and even a donkey has to come out and call twice, so that you can know what it is.

The donkey has a high voice, the mule is big, and the fastest is the horse.

But who is the BMW Horse? Who is the horse, the inferior horse, the useless horse?

This also has to be compared, compared well, compared to the speed of the victory and defeat, and speak with facts.

This is the harvest season, just at the time of the full moon during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Wuzi Peak.

The eight people in the courtyard sat or stood, or silently wiped their long swords alone, or whispered a few words from time to time, all looking relaxed and calm. But no one can hide the sparkle in their eyes all the time, excitement and anticipation, that is the light of eagerness! Suddenly growing into a large body, it is the age of high spirits, who does not look forward to emerging and making a splash, like the eagle spreading its wings and soaring in the sky!

That is the dream in the heart, the dream that everyone is doing, no matter what the result is, the dream is always so exciting and exciting! After several years of cold and summer, grinding day and night, when the hard work paid is rewarded, that is to glow with your own brilliance! That is to get your own share of glory! Mo Xiao, Mo Xiao, this is not the vanity and arrogance of the heart, this is the dream, the dream that is being worked hard to realize step by step, and where the dream is, the hope is there.

Why don't you say hello to him!

Throughout the ages, literati and writers are like carp crossing the river, that is the sea has gone, who dares to call it the first? Li Bai Shixian, Du Fu Shisheng, enough cows? There are also poems, gods, poems, Buddhas, poems, demons, ghosts, etc., there are many cattle, who is the first? There is no first, you can become an immortal and a saint, you can be a god and a ghost, if you want to say that you are the first, then you can't! If you want to ask who is the first, Lao Tzu is the first in the world! I will not accept anyone, I will not be a bird!

How? If you are not convinced, you can compare with each other, and how about comparing and seeing?

No, this can't be compared, it really can't be compared. You know five words, I can have seven laws, you come to the whole sentence, I will drag the words, the ancient is not good, it is present, if it is not good, it is worn, the upper part is a famine, and the lower part is the world is destroyed, where is there still the first? 800 lifetimes can not be compared! To tell the truth, the text is like a thousand mountains and rivers, the text is like a landscape and characters, each has its own plain and wonderful, each has its own crude and wonderful, and it is indeed incomparable.

To tell the truth, there is no first place in literature, just because everyone is the first! But whoever is a literati must not be convinced by anyone, no matter what he says, there is only one person he really admires in his heart, and that is himself. Really, really, that's the reason. This is the truth, the big talk is also the truth, the big truth is the big truth, the eternal romance has passed, I have been the first throughout the ages! The craziest, craziest and second words are often the truth, the literati are all frivolous, don't care if he pretends to be crazy, stupid, laughing, scolding, hating the heavens and the earth, you have to see his bones!

The literati are contemptuous, and there must be truth.

Nonsense, digression.

What does it mean to be a martial artist? It's hard to say, it's really hard to say. Some people say that the real master is like a dragon going to the sky and entering the earth only to see its tail but not its head, which is something that no one in the world can find, so there is no first, so there is no second. Some people say that as a hero and a hero, it is more uncomfortable than death for him to be the second child when he loses martial arts, so if he doesn't succeed, he will either be the first to die or hang up from the menopausal vein, therefore-

Anyway, Wu Wu is Wu Wu No. 2, even if you lose to the world's recognized number one master, you are not the second, even if you don't kill people and don't commit suicide, at most you can be regarded as a tie for second place! You spit blood or foam at the mouth, lie on the ground or lie on the ground and threaten that you are the second in the world, who believes you? Even if you used to be the first in the world, this is called a phoenix with falling hair, not as good as a chicken! Are you still not convinced? Do you still have to compare? If you can't go up to the world and don't touch the ground, who do you compare with? How can you compare? Compare with each other? Compare with each other?

It makes sense that the martial arts are superior to each other.

No matter how real the text is, it is also false, and it is not a cow to be punished with words and words, and it is not a cow, that is not a text, that is a reason, that is a trade-off, and that is a pros and cons. With a stroke of the pen, it is a matter of life and death, how majestic and imposing? I'm sorry, that's not a text, that's authority, that's power, that's just a substitute. If you can't say it, it doesn't make sense, it will inevitably be implemented on the fists and feet, and if the fists and feet are not successful, there will be swords, guns, swords, halberds, and then there will be stone arrows and artillery......

Martial arts is the most helpless thing, just because there are people where there are disputes.

As a last resort.

If you don't mention it, you don't mention it, and if you mention it again, you can't compare it? If you don't mention it, you don't mention it, and you have to compare it if you don't mention it. If you want to protect yourself, you must always strengthen yourself, and you have ideals, and you must help others with chivalry, defend the country and calm the world!

Of course, martial arts are superior, and there is only one first, and the Taoist priests present at this time also understand this truth, one word: difficult. And it's not generally difficult. It can be said that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky! Don't say that Senior Brother Yue of Sansheng Peak is someone else, which one is given for nothing? You are learning from others, you are practicing at the same time, and you are not far behind when you strive to reach the top.

What about Boss Fang?

Yuan Shi asked Niu Dazhi.

Niu Dazhi shook his head and smiled, indicating that he didn't know.

Zhao Ben sighed: "I haven't seen him for more than ten days, I'm afraid it will be tomorrow ......."

"Go, go, go, don't talk about him, but I want to be famous again! Listen to it well-" Hu Feifei laughed loudly like a bell: "Overlord swallows the Sky Sword!" Several people looked at each other and were stunned, and then they laughed, laughing! Hu Feifei didn't know why, stared at the bull's eye and asked again and again: "What? Tell me, is it good?" Niu Dazhi shook his head and smiled: "It's good, do you read it upside down?" Hu Feifei stood stunned for a moment, and slapped his head suddenly: "It's not good, it's not good, mother! I think about it again!" After that, he frowned and thought hard, looking very troubled.

Regardless of the martial arts, it has been six years since he entered the mountain, and the dream has long been deeply planted in the hearts of every Shangqing disciple. Fighting the sword world in all directions, happy and enmity to win thousands of miles, that is exactly the big scene that has appeared countless times in everyone's dreams! But the swordsman and swordsman do not have a resounding reputation, and it is a fly in the ointment, so a few people take their own nicknames when they have nothing to do, and they even fantasize that one day everyone will be famous in the world.

For example, the sword and the moon sword, the star sword, the sword of the gods, the sword of the fairy, the sword of the sword, the sword of the sword, the wind and the moon, the frost, the snow and the rain, all kinds of things are innumerable, and the cowhide is always blown through the sky! So what? Even if it is really not successful, no one is allowed to dream? There are many rules in the Shangqing Gate, but there is no one who stipulates that this nickname is not allowed, it has always been like this, no one disciplines and no one takes it seriously, it is about the age of love to dream, and it is also the arrogant and fearless surname and the spirit of flying, youth!

Gao Ming Taoist snorted coldly, and walked away to practice his sword, seemingly disdainful of being in the company of these idle people! There is a way to sharpen the gun in battle, and it is not fast and light, just like the master of Gao Daoist and other masters, he also practices diligently, and does not dare to slack off, where is there any nonsense here! It is all a fool, and he is poor and delays his kung fu! Gao Daoist's heart is higher than the sky, and he is determined to win, and he will win the first place in a winning streak, so that he will be ashamed before the snow, and he will be angry when he thinks about it! Annoying! Hateful! Niu Dazhi! You wait for me! Last time, it was the cow Taoist priest who made a trick to turn the high Taoist priest's elbow to the ground, causing the high Taoist to lose in the first round and go out with hatred! Since he was accidentally defeated, it was an accident, in the tragic memories that the Taoist priest had to think of countless times.

It is even more hateful, everyone here has a round of tours, only Niu Dazhi entered the second round, kicking the nose of the high Taoist priest and stepping on the face of the high Taoist priest, hateful, hateful! Gao Ming flew up and waved a sword in a beautiful posture, instantly smashing the hateful person into the void! Hate is hateful, but now, no, the high Taoist has already ignored him and classified him as the flow of grass mustard dust! The high Taoist has only one goal, and that is Yue Ling of Sansheng Peak! As long as he defeats him, it will be the first! And only Gao Ming can complete this extremely difficult task, and the rest are not enough!

The high Taoist priest took his nickname: Peerless Sword!

Look, this is called a name Yongzhi! Peerless, it's so unique! Sword and sword! Slash slash, slash, slash! Gao Daoist looked attentive and undistracted, as if he was intoxicated by the mysterious sword intent, profound sword and beautiful fantasies, but what was he doing at the tail of the donkey's tail? In fact, Gao Daoist still had a person in his heart, that is, Fang Daoist, in fact, Gao Daoist also missed him very much, because Gao Daoist was afraid of him, afraid of him, afraid of him!

Don't come to participate!

Eighty people last time, eighty-one this time, and as the tail of the donkey's tail, the Taoist priest Fang volunteered to sign up for this year's big competition without fear of death, and there will definitely be changes in it! Everything is in the plan of the Taoist priest Gao Ming, and the first item in the plan is to draw the Taoist priest in the first round, and then easily pass the Pingchuan level.

Do you understand?

Clearly, Fang Daoshi's martial arts are the worst and take the penultimate first, Fang Daoist has never won a victory in the past with people in sword competitions, Fang Daoist is against whoever is the luck of the people, that is a great thing! The horses are running, the wind is laughing, the weather is sunny today, the mood is wonderful, the flowers are floating on the water, and the leaves are shaking and shaking-"It is the wish that comes true, thinking of Daoist Fang, Daoist Fang came, and he sang all the way and hummed a small tune: "I'm here, hello everyone!"

Gao Taoist was pleasantly surprised!

Daoist Fang looked left and right with a hippie smile, and he was not in tune: "Haha, it's all there! The world's unparalleled majesty and the world's first great swordsman arrived, applaud! Applause!" But as soon as this majestic and majestic nickname came out, it was obvious that the unparalleled sword of the high Taoist priest was compared.

The high Taoist priest was happy in his heart!

Daoist Fang suddenly sank his face, and raised his fingers: "Yang Daoyou, why don't you applaud!" Yang Heng snorted coldly and turned around and walked away, not bothering to look at him. This person's surname was very arrogant, Fang Yin was also joking, sticking out his tongue, and shouted: "Gao Daoyou, why don't you applaud!" Gao Ming buried himself in practice, but he didn't hear it. Fang Yin didn't let him go, paced over and tilted his head to look left and right, and exclaimed again: "What a Taiqing Twelve Swords!

"Idiot! Isn't this a fool? How does he know the subtlety of his swordsmanship?" Gao Ming just ignored it, but he was ecstatic in his heart, and he just hoped that Ming Yu would face this person as soon as he came up, and that would be really wonderful!

The fool feels bored, pats his ass and leaves.

The big war is about to break out, and it is good to be a strong soldier, whether it is to sharpen the gun in battle, or to relax.

One piece and one relaxation, the way of civil and military.

Or small talk.

Fang Yin smiled and said, "Great ambition, you have the most ideas, quickly help me make a name-" As he spoke, he pulled out his long sword and danced as if he were in a hurry. Niu Dazhi smiled: "I think your reputation is very good, what is the world's unparalleled number one in the world haha!" Fang Yin swiped two slashes: "Less nonsense! Think about it, think about it!" Niu Dazhi sat there looking at him for a long time, and suddenly slapped the table: "Yes, you call it the East and West Twin Swords, how about it?"

East and West Twin Swords?

Daoist Fang pulled the long sword upside down, frowned and smacked his tongue: "Listen to it, but what is it, weird, weird!" Niu Dazhi snorted: "You sword in the east and sword in the west, there is no way to compare and draw randomly, haha! Fang Yin also smiled, not annoyed: "So it's like this haha, the two swords of the east and the west are the two swords of the east and the west, I think it's good, it's good haha!"

He seems to have said a lot.

It's still nonsense.

Scattered, scattered, each went back to his room, meditated quietly, and waited for the dawn to say-

Fang Yin entered the room and sat silently on the edge of the bed.

Looking at the sky outside the window, I suddenly remembered the past.

At this time, Fang Yin did not have a hippie smile, but his face looked very calm, and his heart was too.

Calm as water.

Only the Taoist priest Gao Ming was alone in the courtyard, practicing swords!

The high Taoist priest's heart fluctuated and he couldn't help himself, still fantasizing and calculating, excited, and ecstatic!

Everyone has their own ideas.

Lu Daochang also had Lu Daochang's thoughts, Lu Daochang sat quietly on the couch with a worried expression, and he was also thinking about his apprentice Fang Daoist.

It's still a senior brother who sleeps forever.

The Tao is certain, but it may not be! In this Mid-Autumn Festival competition, my thoughts fell on decades ago.

I'm afraid that it will change again!;