In a blink of an eye, Yun Zhong and Wu Shuang had lived in the cottage for a long time. Practice made perfect. Yun Zhong's ability to run around the mountain has grown. Although it was still far from the master's stroll in the garden, it was much better than before. In one day, he had gone to the rest of his sword practice, and there was still plenty of money to go up and down the small peaks. While climbing the mountain, he could find a place to blow the mountain wind and enjoy the scenery, but he still didn't look at the foot of the mountain. Making joy in pain has always been something that young men are very good at, just like those days when they were chopping firewood and sweeping the floor. Although they were tired of physically and mentally, they never had a peace of mind. The one who had the deepest understanding of this was his cheap master. No matter how snow, practicing sword and body in winter, he could always wander in his ears like an old monk chanting scriptures.

Drinking the rice porridge in the early morning, Wu Shuang went out early, saying that she wanted to find a secluded place to be quiet and quiet. She heard Yun Zhong's nagging every day, so she patted her belly slightly, swayed her sleeves and swayed her step by step, preparing to go out for a walk. She never wanted to be pulled over her sleeves, and looked back at the young man's face that had been begging for a long time, and said with a smile: "Master is wise and powerful. He went out early in the morning to kill demons and eliminate demons. Of course, the disciple has no reason to block the way, but he worked hard all the way. Master is wearing a wine pot on his waist. It is a burden to jump and move when fighting. Why would you put it here to keep it here for your disciple?"

Wu Shuang couldn't hold her face anymore. Usually, he was sleepy than a boy. He often got up with his deep head and swayed and squeezed his slits and looked for water to drink. Spring was dry, even if the air in the deep forest could be a little wet, for the shopkeeper of the teahouse who loves drinking tea, it was dry all day long. Zhuyeqing is not without tea here, but the tea style is also popular in Qiling Country.

The style is very different from the Shangqi State: the Shangqi people like to drink big-leaf tea, without the too heavy grass smell, and the fragrant tea aroma is elegant. The Qiling State is just the opposite. They believe that drinking tea is the green grass in the tea. As a result, the needle-tip small-leaf tea is domineering, and every family is like this. Some literati even joked that if you get lost while walking and get lost in the Shangqi and Qiling State, you only need to find a place for a resident to ask for a cup of tea, and you can naturally tell where you are.

Wu Shuang was extremely resistant to this little-leaf tea. Whenever he saw Old Man Ye cooking tea, he wanted to curse the old cow. What is the difference between drinking tea like this and rumination of old cows? Then he regretted that he forgot to bring his own big-leaf tea cake when he went out, and angrily poured two mouthfuls of clear water to deal with the matter. The more thirsty the more he slept, the more drowsy he slept, and the efficiency was extremely poor, so it was even more difficult to get Wu Shuang to get up early. Zhu Yeqing got up every day and sucked the morning dew and smoothed the veins. He could see two lazy guys lying on the bamboo bed. The fat man snored like thunder, and the boy was not much better. The thin quilt covered his head and face were sleeping strangely.

Wu Shuang got up early this morning, and all of them were in his mind because of wine insects. He thought to take advantage of Yun Zhong's free time to find a breeze to satisfy his cravings and cultivate his ears. The way of heaven is unpredictable and people will have good fortune. In the past ten years, the boy has woken up early, but unfortunately he happened to be sharp-eyed and saw the wine pot on his waist.

Wu Shuang said angrily, "The hair is not growing all over. Can you just drink a lot of wine and run around the mountain?" The young man said bitterly, "Master, you were urging me to drink the first time. Why is it because the hair is not growing all over now? If Master dislikes me for having a lot of alcohol, just give me a few sips, just a couple."

"Say a few good things." Wu Shuang's eyes turned, and she couldn't escape. She might as well let this kid flatter her. She wouldn't lose. Zhu Yeqing, who was at the table, was cleaning up the dishes and smiling bitterly. She had traveled around the world for many years and had seen countless men, knights and Taoist priests, and her apprentices treated her masters with a complete etiquette. She paid attention to everything for one day and a father for a lifetime, and she did not dare to have the intention of usurpation. However, in his opinion, these masters and apprentices were not as good as masters and apprentices, and they were amazed in their hearts.

Could it be that the gods in the world behave differently from ordinary people? Zhu Yeqing was curious about the boy's next words, so he listened carefully. After all, according to the boy's behavior in the past, he might not be able to flatter his master calmly.

The boy took a deep breath. "The master is handsome, handsome, elegant and elegant, and elegant. He can make the world tremble and stop crying with a wave of his hand. It is really a model for us."

After drinking two sips of wine, the boy was refreshed and volunteered to help Old Man Ye carry water. The mountains and forests were raining frequently, and the water was still insufficient. Moreover, the three of them lived together, and the daily water needed for their daily life seemed to be more and more difficult. The water was collected at the place where the water was found. It was a stream five miles away, and it was winding and twisting across the forest. The terrain was not dangerously rugged, but the difficulty was that the bushes were tall and densely packed on the five-mile road. Not to mention people, even a wild rabbit and a thin fox, it also needed to drill a grass nest to enter and exit freely, which was very difficult to walk. For Zhuyeqing, who had a deep transformation skill, carrying water was not a difficult task in the past. Once his figure changed, he held the wooden barrel on the shoulder pole, and the wide and heavy snake body was crushed by the grass. In half a day, the water tank was full, which was very relaxed.

After talking about the path to the water drawer, the young man was very excited after drinking. He rolled up his arms and sleeves, and carried a wooden barrel with a shoulder pole and then left the cottage with a light step. The old snake in the room looked at Wu Shuang worriedly, and the latter nodded to him, meaning that it was okay, just let him go.

A few days ago, it rained again, with a very small sound, and it felt a little soft and silent. The light rain smeared everything, and the new grass in the green forest leaned out, and the sleepy eyes were still stained with tears. The boy carried a wooden barrel on his shoulder pole and walked in the dense forest, looking at the clear and beautiful wind between the sky and the earth, and suddenly wanted to dance a sword. Since the beginning of practicing swords, the shopkeeper has acquiesced to him that he always keeps his sword away. Now, no matter where the boy goes, he eats, sleeps, climbs, and carries water, and has a mediocre sword hanging around his waist.

At this moment, the young man pulled out his sword, holding a sword in one hand and a bucket with a shoulder pole in the other. The sword light was like water, and the morning light cast by the leaves of Yingche Old Forest stumbled and slashed the grass and walked on the road. The grass was very high and lush. The young man's move was like facing the high horses in front of him, and he bravely drew his sword. Yun Zhong exhaled a long breath, and his sword was like a beautiful elf drawing, and he climbed the tower like a long river.

"It seems that the fierce generals in ancient times were indeed majestic. It was a pity that I didn't know if I had that day." He said to himself, the young man's sword had already climbed the tower and climbed the tower again, climbed the tower again, climbed the tower again, climbed the tower again, climbed the tower again, climbed the tower again, and in a blink of an instant, the bushes and grass fell, and even the huge trees were covered with deep marks. When the long sword was soaked in grass juice, the young man had climbed the tower thirty-nine times, and the sound of the mountain stream flowing not far away gradually became clear.

When he approached the stream, the boy took off his coat. In order to avoid being washed away by the running water, he hung the white robe dyed in grass with a broken branch, wearing only a short brown body, and sat cross-legged on the soft mud by the stream.

The breeze is blowing, and the water is not shocked.

The young man with a short brown patch on his body cut his sword towards the stream with a smile.

For a moment, the stream was gurgling and the swords were jingling.
Chapter completed!