Phuong Ho Ho Fu.

"That Xiucai in the east of the city actually gave up the scientific expedition this year, and only wandered around the barren mountains and mountains every day, like crazy. ”

"I heard that he was full of nonsense, saying that he saw a fairy in the mountains a few years ago. ”

"In this way, it is really crazy. ”

"Look, that Xiucai went into the mountain with a firewood knife on his back again. ”

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Between the restaurants, dragons and snakes are mixed, the price of wine here is low, the taste of the dishes is average, as long as the family is not too poor to open the pot, you can drink a few glasses of wine, order a few side dishes. But many people are just greedy for excitement and enjoy the warm atmosphere.

The Great Virtue Dynasty has been inherited for thousands of years, only a few wars, and the rest of the years, all of which are peaceful and prosperous, the people live and work in peace and contentment, the wind and rain are smooth, and such things as famine have not been heard for many years.

There are all kinds of characters from the three religions and nine streams gathered here, there are people who practice martial arts to drink here, farmers who rest here, craftsmen who come here to talk and laugh, and so on.

On the side of the restaurant, there are four or five young people, wearing long swords at their waists, with extraordinary demeanor, about a young man who walks in martial arts.

The first one, dressed in green clothes, with handsome eyebrows and a long sword hanging from his waist, looked heroic and sharp.

The man in the green shirt heard the talk of the crowd, and looked downstairs, and saw a young man walking towards the city gate.

This young man was dressed in a yellowed white shirt, his figure was thin, and his face was very pale, probably because he had been studying at home all the year round and rarely saw the sun. But such a bookish young man carried a firewood knife on his back, a water bladder on his waist, and a small burden in his hand, which was about dry food.

Scholars are proud of themselves, and they are called inferior in everything, but only reading is high.

The man in the green shirt has rarely seen many readers. Many of them take pride in being scholars. Never worked. He doesn't cook, he doesn't chop wood, he doesn't carry water, he only writes with a pen, and thinks that in addition to reading, every qiē is a side-by-side way, even if he practices martial arts, he is a reckless man.

Suddenly seeing such a scholar with a firewood knife on his back, the young man in the green shirt felt a strange feeling.

The man in the green shirt was less curious. I inquired about Xiao Er.

The little second smiled and said: "That's a poor scholar, the family has no food, and basically relies on a girl next door who is his childhood sweetheart, so he barely starved to death." He has been studying since he was a child, passed the college examination two years ago, and became a showman, originally expected him to be admitted to the lifter, but in fact, he is not shallow in learning, and he may be able to get the champion in the future, who knows how. I went crazy. ”

The young man in the green shirt frowned and said, "Crazy?"

"yes, it's crazy. Xiao Er said regretfully: "I heard that the girl in his neighborhood is beautiful. Originally, he was expected to get ahead, but now there is no hope. It is said that the son-in-law of Wang Yuanwai's family asked people to come to the door to talk to the matchmaker, and this marriage is about to be completed. ”

The young man in the green shirt asked, "How are you crazy?"

Xiao Er said: "I heard that on the way to the exam, I saw the fairy. ”

Hearing the word fairy, the young man in the green shirt was stunned.

And the companions beside him all laughed, but they forced their laughter and reluctantly listened.

Xiao Er also felt amused and said: "It is said that there is a tiger on the road, but there is a fairy Taoist priest who has the ability to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger, and he pressed the tiger to the ground with one hand, raised the top of his head, threw it out, and later cut the tiger in half with a sword." After he came back, he didn't think about the imperial examination, and set his mind to go to the immortals to visit the Tao, and every day he carried a firewood knife to defend himself, and went up the mountain with water and dry food to find the immortals. ”

Someone next to him laughed and said, "This is not light." ”

At this time, the business of the restaurant was good, and Xiao Er only chatted for a few words, and then hurried to greet other guests.

"Tiger?"

A young man beside him sneered: "Our brother Zhao An is a master of martial arts, and he has already condensed his internal strength, and it is not difficult to kill the tiger." I heard that martial arts is at the highest level, there is a strong wind flying between walks, and it can easily open the stele and crack the stone, which is not worse than the immortals in the story, I am afraid that a certain martial arts master who has cultivated internal strength is regarded as an immortal?"

The young man in the green shirt, known as Zhao An, was silent for a moment.

"I heard...... A few days ago, there was also this story in the capital......"

Zhao An frowned, and said: "The painting of the Holy Tang Lord made a picture of a Taoist throwing a tiger, and got the inscription of the Book Saint King. It is rumored that the heir of the family of historians wanted to record this matter in the annals of history, and was widely criticized, and now he retreats to the next best thing and wants to record this matter in the wild history, but it is not recognized. In order to record, the historian was discouraged, and the only people who supported him were actually the painting saint and the calligraphy saint, both of whom were famous people, and with their support, the story of this man throwing a tiger gradually spread. ”

The matter involved the painting of the Holy Book Saint and other characters, and even the few young men beside him put away their sneers.

Although they are martial arts practitioners and are more disdainful of scholars and painters, the attainments of those two are recognized as the pinnacle. Even if they are martial arts practitioners, as long as they are not too arrogant, they can't help but have respect for these two.

The literati looked down on the warriors, and the warriors despised the literati. But in either aspect, if you can reach the pinnacle of attainment, you will have respectable qualifications.

"Daoist throwing a tiger picture?" Someone next to him said: "Isn't it just a tiger?" With Brother Zhao's internal strength cultivation, it is enough to fight and kill the tiger and wolf, how can it be so exaggerated? I am afraid that it was when I met a master of internal strength and killed the tiger, and those adults were not people who practiced martial arts, so they couldn't tell the difference, so they felt that they were immortals. ”

"No, at that time, there were guards from the Prime Minister's Mansion in the convoy, and there were masters of internal strength, but in the face of the tiger, it was said that there was nothing to be done, and the sword was useless. Zhao An said in a deep voice: "I heard that the tiger in the painting is bigger than the entire carriage. ”

"Isn't such a huge tiger like a hill?"

"What are you kidding?"

This kind of thing is clearly false, and it must be a rumor. ”

Zhao An was silent.

He suddenly remembered that his cousin had obtained the notes of his ancestors and invited a group of friends to Yinghuangshan, but they all died. Later, it was said that when Second Uncle Zhao found the murderer and led people to avenge his cousin, he encountered an accident, and when he came back, he was crazy.

My grandfather said that he had met a fairy figure, and he ordered many disciples in the villa to keep to themselves and not to provoke them again.

Zhao Anxin was a little turbulent: "The story of the Taoist throwing the tiger is said to be not far from this Fengxing Mansion, and Yinghuang Mountain is also in this Fengxing Mansion, could it be that there are really immortals?"

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Fang Anping is 23 years old this year and has already passed the Xiucai examination.

Originally, he was full of self-confidence, and he wanted to take the test, and he felt that he was nine out of ten.

But on the way, I actually saw a tiger as big as a hill, and tore the convoy on the road to pieces, and many swords and arrows could not hurt the skin, but then a young Taoist appeared, and easily pressed the tiger to the ground, so that the huge fierce tiger could not move, and then even raised the top of his head and threw it out, and finally the sword cut the tiger down.

Such a huge tiger is obviously a demon tiger.

The young Taoist priest who was able to subdue the dragon and subdue the tiger was obviously an immortal.

Fang Anping returned home in a daze, and after thinking quietly for a day, he no longer followed the text, but wanted to seek immortality and immortality.

But these days, he has gone up the mountain many times and has gained nothing.

Many people regarded him as a madman, and Shi'er was extremely disappointed in him, and he was already engaged to the son of the Wang family.

From time to time, he wondered if he was really dizzy, was he actually wrong, was it a dream?

Gradually, he also felt that he was wrong, he was dizzy for a while, and he was not very sober, so he gave up the idea of seeking immortals and visiting the Tao, and restarted the exam, so that he could get ahead in the future and marry his teacher.

But yesterday another incident came to his ears, which cleared his confusion and knew that what he saw that day was not false, and that there were really gods in the world.

The immortals can soar through the clouds and mist, call the wind and rain, and live forever.

Even if he gets the top prize in the exam, he is just a layman compared to the immortals. Even if it is an emperor, I am afraid that he will not dare to offend the gods and be offended by the sky.

"The painting saint Tang and the scholar Wang are all big people, and their identities are much bigger than the champions. But these two were also fortunate that the immortal Taoist was able to save his life, and they made a Taoist tiger throwing diagram, and argued with others for this story. It can be seen how unattainable the immortal characters are, and what is the champion in comparison?

He took a deep breath and said to himself, "Master, don't worry. I want to cultivate immortals and seek the Tao, if you are successful in cultivating immortals, I will definitely cross you to become immortals. ”

It is rumored that there is a picture of a Taoist throwing a tiger in the capital, and the book saint Wang once had an inscription.

During the 12th year of the Apocalypse, in late summer and early autumn, in the morning, the fog did not disperse, and the air was cool.

The fierce tiger attacked, with heavy casualties, and the martial arts master was also defeated.

There is a person in the forest, looking like a young man, handsome and handsome, with the power of the dragon and the tiger, and the fierce tiger on the ground.

The tiger surrenders, the Taoist is kind, and it is released.

The ferocious tiger fights back.

The Taoist turned sideways, lifted up on the tiger's belly, and threw ten zhang away.

The tiger retreated in fear, and the Taoist watched the tiger's evil heart and picked up the sword to cut it. (To be continued......)

PS: I don't know when the next chapter will come out, so I'll read it tomorrow morning anyway.