"Wuyuan on the sword!" Zhu Xiaopang suddenly realized, and there was a look of expectation in his eyes. Although he doesn't have his share in the Wuyuan Sword Debate, Sister Ruyan in front of him has to participate every year.

The five brothers of Xianjian Villa live in the East Garden, South Garden, West Garden, and North Garden in Xianjian Villa, as well as the head of the Middle Garden. The Five Gardens discuss the sword, that is, on the first day of July every year, the Five Gardens will each send three representatives to conduct martial arts competitions. The winner, in addition to being able to make the people in the garden proud and proud, can also get some victory prizes. And on the eve of the sword debate in the five gardens, Ruyan and her mother will always cook in person and cook some delicious food to comfort the disciples, hoping that they can get good results when they discuss the sword. Among these delicious dishes every year, pork head meat is indispensable. Because, Ruyan and his mother know that Zhu Xiaopang's favorite food is pig's head meat. Although Chubby can't compete on stage, no one can match Chubby's voice when he shouts and cheers off the stage. The pig's head meat is specially made for Zhu Xiaopang, Ruyan is always made by her mother, and when she hasn't eaten yet, she secretly gives Zhu Xiaopang some first, so that he can satisfy his hunger first. Qiao Ruyan's actions could move Zhu Xiaopang, and he couldn't wait to hug the big pillar and cry bitterly.

"Who is participating in our Xiyuan this year?" asked Zhu Xiaopang to Qiao Ruyan.

Qiao Ruyan counted his fingers and said, "Our Xiyuan is Senior Brother, Fifth Senior Brother and me. ”

Zhu Xiaopang nodded, and said in his heart: It's the same as I guessed. Senior brother Lei Guangqi, talented and diligent and studious, at the age of twenty-seven, he had already cultivated to the realm of the late stage of the third talent. Recently, there have been faint signs of a breakthrough. Fifth Senior Brother Gong Can, who was born in a wealthy family, has eaten those strange flowers and herbs since he was a child, which is of great benefit to cultivating immortals, and now he is twenty-four years old, and he has also reached the middle stage of the three talents. As for Sister Ruyan, needless to say, she is the only daughter of Qiao Protector, so she will naturally teach carefully, and at the age of nineteen, she has also reached the middle stage of the third talent. In time, the achievement will definitely be above the senior brother.

"I have to go back quickly, if my mother finds out, I will secretly bring you pig's head meat to eat, and I will be scolded again. With that, Qiao Ruyan stood up and put the leftover plates and chopsticks of Zhu Xiaopang on the table, along with the white cloth, back into the basket.

"You clean up slowly, and I'll call you when we're ready to eat." After speaking, Qiao Ruyan turned around and walked out with a bamboo basket.

Looking at Qiao Ruyan's back as she gradually moved away, Zhu Xiaopang's heart felt a burst of warmth. In normal times, Sister Ruyan not only does not dislike him for being fat and playing with him, but sometimes teaches him some immortal cultivation moves, which makes him feel like a relative, which is also one of the reasons why Xiaopang has been reluctant to leave Xianjian Villa. Xiaopang clenched his fists tightly, and secretly swore in his heart: Sister Ruyan, if anyone dares to bully you in the future, I will not let him go even if I do my best!

If Qiao Ruyan knew that a plate of pig's head meat would make Zhu Xiaopang feel emotional, he would have made fun of him again.

Seeing Qiao Ruyan's figure disappear, Zhu Xiaopang reluctantly withdrew his gaze. Zhu Xiaopang walked over and picked up the feather duster on the bookshelf and came to the door. I saw him pull out the stance, shout, and swing out with a duster, drawing a straight silver line.

The realm of cultivating immortals can be seen from the moves. No matter which realm you are, you will draw a silver mark when you make a move. People in the Wuji period are a straight line, people in the Liangyi period are a yin-yang fish pattern, people in the Sancai period are a triangle pattern, people in the four-elephant period are a square pattern, people in the five-element period are a five-pointed star pattern, people in the Liuhe period are a square pattern with a straight line in the center of the pattern, people in the seven-week period are a Big Dipper and seven stars pattern, people in the Bagua period are a gossip pattern, and people in the nine-house period are a square with a tic-tac-toe in the middle, divided into nine small squares.

The little fat man drew a silver straight line, indicating that he was only in the lowest level of immortal cultivation at the Infinite Realm. Chubby waved his feather duster again, waving it in a hurry, and there was a sound of drinking in his mouth. After a while, Zhu Xiaopang stopped, sighed, took the feather duster, and walked to the study dejectedly.

Zhu Xiaopang sighed, because he had been in contact with the ** "Heavenly Immortal Decision" of Xianjian Villa since eight years ago. Eight years, the Heavenly Immortal Sword Technique that has been cultivated for eight years, has always been in the lowest level of the Infinite Realm. No wonder Protector Qiao was very annoyed and said, "It's just a pig, and now it's more than the Wuji realm!" made Xiaopang very discouraged, feeling that he was not even as good as a pig.

In fact, when Zhu Xiaopang was practicing martial arts just now, if an expert saw it, he would definitely exclaim. The first reaction was: How can you be so fat! The second reaction was: How can you be so fast! When Chubby wielded the feather duster, it was like a meat ball, bouncing around, but the speed was extremely fast. That speed can only be described as a swift light. It's a pity that the little fat man doesn't know how fast he is.

The little fat man then wiped it for a while, and suddenly remembered one thing, if the Wuyuan sword discussion tomorrow, everyone would have weapons, and they couldn't go empty-handed, and it would be shameless to go empty-handed! No matter how good the weapon is, at least you have to hold one! The little fat man looked at the feather duster in his hand and felt that this thing could not be called a "weapon." The little fat man's eyes rolled and he remembered an object. The study was no longer cleaned, so I left the feather duster and ran out with a cigarette.

The little fat man trotted all the way, his vigorous steps, and under the pressure of his huge body, he made a huge sound. The puppy lying in the corridor also seemed to be frightened. Raising his head, he looked at the huge shadow that rushed past the yard, and the puff of dust it brought up, whined twice, and lay on the ground again, and continued to dream.

When he arrived in the backyard, Chubby slowed down and became a tiptoe walk. When he reached a doorway, he peeked inside, saw that there was no one inside, and then walked in with confidence.

This is a demolition room, which is full of whole and chopped firewood, and the weapon that the little fat man wants to find is in it. In addition to the weapons worn by each person in the West Garden, there are a number of them, and the little fat man was afraid of moving those weapons, and was found and scolded by Qiao Protector, so he thought of the "weapons" in the firewood room. An uncle surnamed Qin usually works there in the firewood room, and the little fat man often goes over to help.

Entering the firewood room, the little fat man saw the axe on the ground at a glance, reached out to pick it up, waved it a few times in the air, and frowned. Fairy Sword Villa originally used the sword as the main weapon, and the path it took was also light and fast. This axe is too cumbersome to play the mystery of swordsmanship.

The little fat man was very disappointed, threw the axe aside, glanced at the firewood room twice, his eyes lit up, and walked quickly to the corner.

Under a pile of rotten firewood in the corner of the wall, there was a two-foot-long firewood knife, probably unused for too long, and covered with rust. Zhu Xiaopang laboriously pulled out the firewood knife from under the firewood, and checked it in his hand, feeling that the weight was just right, and his face showed a satisfied look.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, the little fat man held the firewood knife and used the swordsmanship to show it, only to see the black blade, with a silver light and shadow, although it was not as good as the long sword. However, compared to the axe just now, it is much easier to use.

At this moment, the little fat seems to have become a swimming dragon, but it is just a big fat swimming dragon. In the firewood room, he showed his teeth and claws, and made Lang in the wind.

The firewood room is too small, and Zhu Xiaopang's body is too large. When he was playing, he accidentally cut the firewood knife onto the mountain of firewood next to him. With a bang, the firewood fell and scattered all over the ground.

The little fat man was startled, stopped, looked around, and found that no one saw it, so he was relieved. The little fat man hurriedly put the firewood knife aside, picked up the firewood on the ground in a panic, and rearranged it. After doing all this, the little fat man breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands, picked up the firewood knife on the ground, and prepared to go back.

Before the little fat man could go out, he heard footsteps, and the footsteps were mixed with the sound of coughing.

It was Uncle Qin who came over! I can't let him see the matter of taking this firewood knife himself. However, if he was not allowed to see it, how could he bring this firewood knife out? The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and the little fat man was sweating profusely. Suddenly, he had an idea to come up with one. I saw the little fat man unbutton his shirt, insert the firewood knife into the crotch of his pants along his belly, and tighten his belt, feeling that it would not fall off, and then he stepped out of the firewood room.

The little fat man saw Uncle Qin when he went out, and Uncle Qin also saw the little fat man. Uncle Qin is over sixty years old this year, and he can be regarded as the elder of the villa. Uncle Qin was originally a personal servant of the previous owner of the village, You Long, but later, he injured his lungs while practicing, and he fell into a perennial cough. When I first got sick, I would suffocate blood from my facial features because of my anger. Even the master of the Baicao Sect, who had always been good at medicine, was helpless about this disease, so he could only tell him that he had to put out the fire often. Uncle Qin thought of this idea, chopping wood and chopping wood every day to vent the anger in his heart, and over the years, he has never committed the problem of bleeding his facial features.

As soon as Uncle Qin saw Zhu Xiaopang, he said happily: "Little fat man, I'm here to help Uncle work again!"

Uncle Qin is quite boring to chop firewood alone, but fortunately, this Zhu Xiaopang often comes over to help him with his work, chatting and amusing him, so that Uncle Qin is not so lonely.

The little fat man laughed dryly twice and said, "Uncle Qin, I still have something to do today, so I won't help you work." With that, the little fat man took a big stride and walked past Uncle Qin's side.

"Hey, little fat man, what are you tucking in your waist?" When the little fat man walked past Uncle Qin, the sharp-eyed Uncle Qin saw a bulge in the little fat man's waist and asked curiously.

Seeing that Xing Zang was about to be recognized, the little fat man endured the embarrassment on his face and said, "Murderous!"

After saying that, the little fat man ran away quickly.

"This stinky boy!" Looking at the huge figure of the little fat man in the distance, Uncle Qin laughed and scolded, coughed and walked into the firewood room.