As we said, there are no two identical leaves in the world, and there is no one in the world who blindly carries a little bit of it.

For example, Daoist Fang, who was hurt by love, shed blood and tears, described as withered, and whose heart was like ashes, just-

Daoist Fang met an immortal, really.

To be precise, it's like a stupid rabbit crashing into a big tree!

This is a real thing, it is true, and it is as true as it is fake.

Later, countless versions flowed out of the mouths of the Taoist priests in the Shangqing Dynasty, and it was rumored that it was divine.

Yes, there is an old immortal in Shangqing Mountain, and the elders and masters of the older generation know about this matter. He lives at the highest place of Shangqing Mountain, the top of Shangqing Peak, eats and drinks dew, and retreats from the world to practice. Ordinary people can't see him, he is a low-key immortal who doesn't like to see people. And the reason why Fang Daoist Sansheng was fortunate enough to bump into him head-on, and got countless benefits, since then he has become extraordinary and comparable, and all kinds of things were originally providential.

Providence is, Mu Zhangjiao.

We all know that Mu Zhangjiao is a Taoist priest who loves Fang and loves him very much.

It's love, it's preference, it's love that has no reason and no price. Daoist Yifang, a person with mediocre qualifications and a stubborn nature, who can be said to be useless, is not worthy of such love from Mu Zhangjiao. But this is the fate, the most wonderful fate between people, Mu Zhangjiao is to see him pleasing to the eye, and the more he looks at it, the more he likes it, because Mu Zhangjiao said that he is like his former self, and Mu Zhangjiao thinks that he will definitely be more promising than himself!

It's a long story.

"A momentary setback is nothing! Boy, cheer up!" This is what Mu Zhangjiao said when he visited Baicao Peak for the second time after Daoist Fang won the first place in the Mid-Autumn Festival competition and was honorably injured, thus losing his soulmate. It was the cold winter wax moon, and it was still morning. The Taoist priest wore a thick cotton jacket, huddled in the firewood room, and buried himself with grass, like a big bear in hibernation.

Looking at the pale and thin face, the eyes were blank, and there were a few faint scars on the face: "I'm annoyed! Ignore me! I'm already dead!" Fang Daoist shouted angrily, he also felt a little embarrassed to look like this, but he was also listless, and he looked like a sick cat. People are alive, their hearts are dead, this is clearly one, a living dead! Mu Zhangjiao comforted distressedly: "Since this is the case, follow me to Shangqing Peak!"

This old man has said this a long time ago, but Daoist Fang doesn't want to go there at all! It is so high and steep that it is as difficult as climbing to the sky, so what can he do there if he has nothing to do? What's more, this person has never been in shape, he is not a reliable child at all, he is not a good person, there is nothing good, and Daoist Fang's heart is like a mirror! Sure enough, I heard him laugh and say: "You just jump from the top of that peak, and you will ensure that there are no more troubles in this life, and your love and hatred will be wiped out!"

Daoist Fang ignored him, got up to boil water, cooked, and ignored it directly.

"What about ambition, what about ambition, look at what you look like!" Mu Zhangjiao suddenly turned his face, drew his sword and shouted: "The justice of Kuang Tianxia, saving the world from fire and water, what did you say when you came?" That has nothing to do with Fang Yin, people can't live more than a mouthful of food, the water is boiled, the rice is added, stir it, and Yihe, and the neck is cut for him casually, anyway, it is also a blind stir and-

"I don't have ambition, I don't have ambition, I have a nest, I'm a nest!" "Hob meat, you can't cut it, you can't cook it or chew it, swallow it and stuff your teeth! Toothache! Headache! Mu Zhangjiao was about to scare him, but seeing this person's half-dead look, he was really angry from his heart, and he stabbed it with a sword with a raised hand! Fang Yin didn't move, and his eyelids didn't lift: "This can't scare people, there is a kind of real." ”

"Uh-" The tip of the sword stared at his eyes, and almost touched his face: "Little Zamao'er, it's so determined!" Daoist Fang was stunned, and was furious: "Hey, old Zamao'er, you are sick!" Mu Zhangjiao smiled, and Zheng returned the long sword to the sheath: "It's a pot of rice, how can grass grow again?" But it was a long hair that quietly picked off for him at some point, fluttering and falling into the pot, black and white, floating and tangled.

A sword stabbed straight ahead, how to pick it out? Fang Yin glared angrily, but he was also horrified in his heart. Mu Zhangjiao smiled proudly, and his eyebrows danced: "What's the matter??" Fang Yin let out a long sigh and said helplessly: "I said, you hurry up, where are you coming from, where are you going, I don't have time to play with you." Mu Zhangjiao laughed, his face excited: "Who wants to play? Haha! Boy, I want you to go to Shangqing Peak with me, just to pass on a set of peerless swordsmanship!"

Peerless swordsmanship?

To tell the truth, when he heard this sentence, Daoist Fang was moved, and he took a small turn: "What?" Mu Zhangjiao laughed loudly and was arrogant: "Rare and rare, ancient and modern, what do you say! Ha! Let me tell you, that set of swordsmanship was created by the patriarch of this sect, Qingyunzi, and it has lasted for dozens of generations, and it has been a thousand years! That swordsmanship is mysterious and mysterious, and the sword that has been obtained leads to the way of heaven, and it has reached the supreme realm! Since Qingyun Patriarch feathered into an immortal and returned to the west, no one in my Shangqing has been able to practice it anymore, so it is ......."

"Wait!wait!" he blew nonsense from the sky, but Daoist Fang also heard the stilt: "No one? you won't?" Mu Zhangjiao sighed and smiled awkwardly: "No." Daoist Fang frowned, and said strangely: "You won't, you teach me again?" Mu Zhangjiao looked left and right, and said in amazement: "I taught you, what's wrong?" Daoist Fang sighed, and turned back to scoop the hair in the pot one by one: "You are really sick, you are sick in the brain, I advise you to go to Su Lao Dao quickly, and let him show you well." ”

"I don't want to see a doctor, I just want to eat. Outside the house, the chief said, "Chef Fang, are you alright?"

One, more than one, Shinto!

There are many gods, and the gods are not far away.

For the so-called peerless swordsmanship, Daoist Fang didn't care.

But after Mu Zhangjiao left that day, three days later, Daoist Fang still went to Shangqing Peak.

Su Lao Dao said that what he said was true.

Because it's a sword book, if he can't learn it, you may not be able to learn it.

In any case, Daoist Fang still believed what he said.

Firmly believe!

That's not a coincidence, that's a glimmer of opportunity, from that day on, Fang Yin is fish leaping into the dragon gate soaring into the sky, from a lonely and nameless little wild road, to a famous hero in the world! That is not an accident, that is a kind of fate, this peerless swordsman and that set of peerless swordsmanship, there are inextricably linked wonders, the two once they meet, it is reasonable.

Su Lao Dao said, it is a sword book, called Qingping Sword Technique.

Boss Su said that Fang Yin can also learn the swordsmanship that no one has practiced for thousands of years.

Because Fang Yin is already one, a great genius!

Fang Yin was convinced.

The so-called ambition, the so-called ambition, and the so-called ambition have never left him! No one will be willing to be mediocre, even if he is bruised all over his body, even if he sheds blood and tears, even if the dream in his heart has been cut to pieces by reality! The love thread continues, and the wisdom sword is slashed again, and the dead heart will break through the ground, spit out branches and leaves, and bloom like a brocade of flowers! Just because there is a small and tenacious seed, which has already taken root firmly and quietly fallen in a corner of the heart. The heart is not dead, the dream is there, and Fang Yin is already infinitely close to that one-

The truest dream!