Ping'an County, more than 500 miles away from Anzhou Prefecture, an old road, a child, a monkey, set off in high spirits. A couple at the intersection of the village hugged two little dolls and sent each other away in tears, and Chef Wang and his wife really gave birth to a pair of twins.

These two boys are much better behaved than Jing Wujie, and they are their own flesh and blood, which can make the two of them love it, but Jing Wujie has raised him after all, and he has a lot of worries in his heart, and now the maturity of this age does not make them feel a lot more relieved, if it weren't for this, he would really be reluctant to leave.

Jing Wujie is the first time to go far away, although it is a lot of maturity, but it is also a child's heart, everything feels fresh, curious, this way to eat and sleep, it took two months to reach Canglang Mountain.

"Hanging Sword Gate, as soon as you hear this name, it is a very imposing sect!" Ma Hu climbed halfway up the mountain, already out of breath, and rested for a long time in the welcome pavilion halfway up the mountain.

"I'm really old, no! If I were young, I would have been able to run to the top of the mountain in less than a stick of incense!"

"Master, it's not that you're old, it's that this mountain is too high!" Jing Wujie was actually not that tired, but in order to comfort Ma Hu, he also pretended to be short of breath.

Ma Hu laughed, knowing that this little doll was comforting himself, and he didn't break it, but said, "It's all at the top of the Hanging Sword Gate, and you're about to officially apprentice, but don't call me master anymore, after talking about it for so many years, I can't change it, I'm a few years older than your father, you can call me uncle!"

Jing Wujie hesitated for a while, but finally shouted, "Uncle!"

"Okay, okay, if I had a nephew like you, I would be at peace when I died!" Ma Hu couldn't help but love Jing Wujie even more when he saw that Jing Wujie was becoming more sensible.

"Uncle, don't always talk about death or anything like that, when I can learn the Dan Dao, I will definitely prolong your life!

Ma Hu also stopped answering, afraid that the more he talked, the more sad he became, so he took another step and climbed towards the top of the mountain.

Finally, the two climbed to the top of the mountain, as if they were in the clouds, every step seemed to float, every breath of air breathed into the heart and lungs was fresh and abnormal, the towering trees went straight to the sky, the deer, macaques and other beasts were similar to human nature, stopped and watched the two, and the flocks of flying birds, and several white cranes, or spread their wings and fly, or stood on one foot in the mountain spring and stream and looked up at the sky, ignoring the beasts that came and hurried away around them. The happiest is Xiaoliu, who jumped up and down to the forest to find a partner.

"Uncle, this is really a fairyland! I feel like I'm going to soar, and every step is floating!" Jing Wujie shouted excitedly.

"It's indeed an auspicious place, but what you said is going to float, it's numb feet!" Ma Hu said with a smile, he had already seen the huge mountain gate and the plaque on the door, with the words "Xuanjian Gate" written horizontally, these words just looked at, and it felt magnificent, long and powerful, and it must be written by a master. On both sides of the mountain gate, there is a spirited Taoist boy guarding it.

"Uncle, is it the Hanging Sword Gate or the Xuanjian Gate?" Jing Wujie also looked at the mountain gate, and immediately asked suspiciously, Ma Hu also showed him the letter of his Taoist friend, Xuan and Xuan, the reading is the same, but the word and meaning are completely different.

Ma Hu is also confused, the two words hanging and Xuan are very different, open the letter and look at it, the letter is indeed a hanging word. He stepped forward to ask the Dao boy, and after making a family salute, he asked, "Dare to ask the two Taoist friends, is this Hanging Sword Gate this Xuanjian Gate?"

"Returning to Daoyou, no!" the two Dao Tong looked at each other and smiled, and saluted back. Obviously, this is all the rage. "The Hanging Sword Gate you are looking for is on the back mountain of Canglang Mountain!"

As soon as these words came out, the old and the young felt that something was wrong, and when they walked to the place where the hanging sword gate was located in the back mountain, they were even more dumbfounded!

Among the lush woods, a courtyard, several green tile houses are located in it, although chic, but to say that this is a sect, it is too far-fetched, at best it is a small courtyard for living in people, and outside this small courtyard, a wooden plaque has three brush words written on it, "hanging sword door", an iron sword hangs under the plaque, above the lintel.

This artistic conception is indeed in response to the three words of the Hanging Sword Gate!

It's just that this hanging sword gate is much smaller than my own clear water view, but it is much cleaner than my own, and the scenery on the famous mountain is also better than my own.

Although the gap is huge, since you are here, you can't just turn around and leave. Ma Hu shouted into the courtyard, "Fang Zhuo Daoyou can get off the horse and come to visit, can you come out to talk about it?"

There was no response in the courtyard, and after shouting three more times, a Taoist trotted out, and said as he ran, "It turned out that Ma Daoyou came, there is a loss of welcome, there is a loss of welcome, come in quickly!"

The two had obviously not seen each other for many years, and they couldn't help but hug tightly at this moment, compared to Ma Hu's appearance with a strong local atmosphere, this Fang Zhuocai looked like what a cultivator should be.

The dress is extremely refreshing, the hair is combed without any mess, the cyan robe is extremely clean, the eyes are bright, the lips are red and the teeth are white, the spirit is strong, and this affectionate attitude makes people feel like a spring breeze, very comfortable.

Fang Zhuo took the two of them into the courtyard, made two cups of tea for the two, and said slowly, "Ma Daoyou, I am very pleased to be a guest here this time, you and I have not seen each other for many years, and we have only passed some letters in recent years, so we should have a good talk about the scriptures and discuss the Tao, and then drink happily for a few days!"

Ma Hulian claimed that there was nothing wrong with this Fang Zhuo talking and doing things, it seemed that he was thinking too much, because it was in Langcang Mountain in Anzhou Mansion, so he imagined it to be very magnificent, and the Hanging Sword Gate was indeed a Hanging Sword, but for this Jing Wujie, how could he explain the arrangement?

"Ma Daoyou, is this your disciple?" Fang Zhuo also asked Jing Wujie, who had been standing beside Ma Hu, at this time.

"No, this is my nephew, this son is bent on cultivating, and my Taoism is still shallow, I am afraid that I can't teach him, thinking that Fang Daoyou is in a famous mountain faction, so I took him to take refuge!" Ma Hu said cautiously, saying that he came to take refuge, but did not mention the matter of apprenticeship, which also left a way back for Jing Wujie.

If this Fang Zhuo is flashy and untruthful, wouldn't it hurt this child?

Fang Zhuo smiled meaningfully, and also poured himself a cup of tea, and after sniffing it next to his nose for a long time, he drank it all, and after drinking this cup of tea, he said, "I understand Ma Daoyou's thoughts, I'm afraid that my Hanging Sword Gate can't accommodate your nephew, right?"

"Don't get me wrong, I mean .....," Ma Hu hurriedly explained.

"Okay, I understand what Daoist friends mean, I came all the way to choose a good teacher for my nephew, what about me, you also know, no matter how informal, since he is in the same mountain as Xuanjianmen, he must have a very good origin, I can let Xuanjianmen accept him as a disciple!" Fang Zhuo waved his hand again and again, and finished his words.

Ma Hu's psychology was seen through, and his old face turned red and he felt very embarrassed. But Jing Wujie said, "Uncle, I'm going to be here! Would you like me to stay here?"

This made both of them feel very surprised, what Ma Hu thought was that if it was about pomp and status, the reputation of the Xuanjian Gate of Canglang Mountain Zhengshan would definitely be louder and stronger, Fang Zhuo thought that he didn't have the time to bring this little doll. So the two veterans persuaded this child to go to the bigger mountain gate to have a future.

Just when the conversation fell into embarrassment, a crane chirped, and I saw a white crane hovering over the courtyard for a circle, and then landed outside the courtyard, and from the crane's back jumped a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, green shirt and white face, although he was still young, but he was extremely handsome.

Ma Hu sighed, this son will be amazed when he grows up.

Jing Wujie felt a little ashamed of himself when he saw such a handsome young man, he was originally wearing coarse linen clothes, and after more than two months of running, he made himself look like a little beggar.

Fang Zhuo also introduced to Ma Hu, "This is the little apprentice Qingfeng, who just returned from going out to run errands, Qingfeng, come and see your Uncle Ma!"

Hearing this, Qingfeng stroked the white crane's feathers, and after the white crane spread its wings and flew away, he ran into the courtyard in three or two steps, and gave a big salute to the horse, "Junior Qingfeng, meet Uncle Ma!"

"No courtesy, no courtesy!" Ma Hule couldn't close his mouth, "It turns out that Brother Dao has such tall feet, he is young, not only his appearance is dignified, but even the white crane can control it, and this cultivation is probably above the warlock." ”

"Brother Ma Dao praised it, on this Canglang Mountain, there are indeed not many people who can dance with the Rui Beast White Crane!" Although Fang Zhuo said it modestly, he was also full of pride in his words. "Your nephew is also good, a talent, with a little training, he will definitely be able to carry forward the Taoism!"

But that Jing Wujie kept looking at the sky, looking at the direction in which the white crane flew away, without blinking his eyes. I thought that I had ridden cows, pigs, and goats in the town, but this was the first time I had seen a big bird, and it was really good to fly between heaven and earth. If you have such a big bird, ride home and show them, how energetic!

Fang Zhuo looked at Jing Wujie's expression in a daze, held back a smile, and said to Qing Feng, "Feng'er, you took Uncle Ma's nephew to this mountain to take a look around, by the way, what does your nephew call it?"

"Thorn has no boundary, grass punishment thorn, nothingness of nothingness, boundary of boundary!" Ma Hu said in a small voice.

"Jing Wujie, good name, good meaning, it seems that I have to make a fortune too!" Fang Zhuo laughed.

"Fortune, what kind of wealth?" Ma Hu was also puzzled, he was afraid that Fang Zhuo would dislike his name, but he didn't want Fang Zhuo to mind at all, but he was very happy, but what Fang Zhuo said was a little incomprehensible.

"If you have friends from afar, you naturally want to get rich!" Fang Zhuo said with a smile.