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"Master, this sword is so powerful, so cool."

Lu Xiaoxian stared blankly at the cracks on the ground, his face full of surprise and joy.

At some point, the old man from Changqiao had already stood behind him and slapped Lu Xiaoxian on the head. Lu Xiaoxian quickly covered his head with his hands and shrank aside.

"You brat, you dare to say that this old master is not as good as others, I'm going to get you beaten."

"Master, I was wrong. Master is the most powerful."

Lu Xiaoxian licked his face to flatter him.

"Then do you still want to learn his martial arts?"

The old man stared at him with his cunning eyes.

"I don't want to learn anymore. My master is the most powerful."

Lu Xiaoxian flattered him, and the old man raised his hand again. Lu Xiaoxian dodged away with a quick step.

"You still have to learn. In the vast sea of ​​suffering, there are experts."

"But Master, if they can't catch your old tricks, what's the use of learning them? Besides, how can you learn them when they're all gone?"

Lu Xiaoxian looked at the master eagerly.

"Idiot, everyone has their own expertise and focus. The level of one's academic skills does not mean the quality of the art. Anyone who can make breakthroughs is a great person."

The old man looked at Lu Xiaoxian who was stunned, and then said: "When you enter the world from now on, whenever you meet an expert, you should ask for advice and keep your posture low. As the saying goes, having too much art is not a burden. And the ancients have a saying: Jinshan Yinshan, gold mountain and silver mountain.

It's better to be very talented and stutter wherever you go."

"I understand, Master."

Lu Xiaoxian is thoughtful.

"Have you clearly seen my master's move of Heaven and Earth Splitting, and learned it?"

"See clearly, Master."

"Well, to this day, the old master has taught you, a brat like you, everything he has. Now you have become a disciple, and it's time for you to enter the world and get involved in the world."

The old man looked at Lu Xiaoxian with satisfaction.

"No, I won't go. I want to stay with Master and provide for Master in his old age."

Lu Xiaoxian's eyes were full of reluctance for the old man.

"Confused, a real man should live out his life for what he wants in his heart. How can he waste his life worrying about personal affairs?"

"But Master..."

Listening to the master's plain words, Lu Xiaoxian's eyes turned red and his voice became more choked up.

"My child, when you grow up, it's time for you to do something of your own. You can't spend your prime years in this bamboo house just because of your master."

"I understand, I understand, Master."

Lu Xiaoxian threw herself into the old man's arms and hugged him tightly.

The old man touched Lu Xiaoxian's head with his rough and heavy hands and said: "Remember, the martial arts taught by my teacher may seem sparse and ordinary, but they can become stronger when encountering strong ones."

"Master, if you are strong, you will be strong; if you are weak, you will perish!"

Lu Xiaoxian's brain really felt like it was lacking in strength sometimes. When he said this about what was originally a sensational and heartwarming scene, the old man's eyes widened again.

"Let's go home."

"Master, there is actually no need to kill these people. Life is short, but everyone can only live once."

"Remember, in the future, when you travel around the world, you must cut the grass to get rid of the roots and avoid future troubles. And you must not tolerate it. A woman is kind and has a kind heart and a soft hand."

Lu Xiaoxian didn't quite understand, but the old man didn't say anything more at this time, and took Lu Xiaoxian's hand and walked towards the bamboo house.

Although the old man's hands were rough and calloused from years of work, Lu Xiaoxian felt the warmth and strength in his hands, which reminded him of the time when he was very young, being led by the old man like this.

On the Blue Wave Bridge, in the stream, in the fields, on the top of the mountain...everywhere we have lived together.

I still remember one time, when it was misty and rainy, but the cherries were red, the old man got up early in the morning and picked a handful. Covered with dew, he stuffed a big, red cherry into Lu Xiaoxian's sleeping mouth, but Lu Xiaoxian was not asleep yet.

When he woke up, he cried and made trouble, and even made the old man angry.

Thinking about this, Lu Xiaoxian squeezed the old man's hand tighter.

When they came outside the fence, the two of them winked and jumped into the yard in tacit understanding.

On the second day, Lu Xiaoxian had also packed up. The old man was lying on the couch in the courtyard, and Lu Xiaoxian helped the master hold his legs.

"Do you know the origin of that group of people yesterday?"

Lu Xiaoxian shook his head.

"Judging from the martial arts he used, it should be Yin-Yang Blazing Fireworks. The only people who know this martial arts are those from the Kuxiu Sect. The Kuxiu Sect used to be a branch of Xuanmen. As time went by, they gradually

He broke away from Xuanmen and established his own sect."

"Then why are they having trouble with the little Taoist priest?"

The old man took a sip of wine and said: "The Taoist sect... may really be related to the legendary order of seducing souls. Seducing souls to possess corpses and making puppets. And this little Taoist priest may be their biggest obstacle."

"Master, what should I do?"

"The rain is about to come and the wind is blowing all over the building. Let everything take its course. Do your best and obey the destiny."

Lu Xiaoxian nodded and gave the old man the golden beans and some broken silver that the fat man had given him.

The old man smiled slightly and said: "It seems that the old man with inconvenient legs and feet can only rely on it for the rest of his life, and no longer has to chew the bark of the old tree."

"Master, you don't care about the faults of small people. You just want to get more golden beans."

Lu Xiaoxian shook the old man's leg.

"Reach out."

"Master, no, I want to slap my palms again."

Lu Xiaoxian does this every time, refusing with her mouth and extending her hands obscenely, but she still kneels neatly.

The old man did not hit him, but took out a bag from his arms and said: "This Qiankun bag is given to you. It will be convenient to put some things in the future. You also take this money bag with you. You always have to spend money when you go out.

, not as convenient as home.”

Lu Xiaoxian took the Qiankun bag, which contained some scattered silver coins. Maybe this was all the wine money the old man had saved.

Lu Xiaoxian put the Qiankun bag into his arms, held the money bag given by the fat man in one hand, and kowtowed to say goodbye.

"Don't be careful when doing things in the future. Have a sword in your hand and a devil in your heart."

Lu Xiaoxian nodded and stepped back step by step. Just as he jumped over the fence, a wallet hit the old man hard again.

"Old man, I will come back to see you after everything is done."

"Boy, if you can't beat me, run away."

"I see."

As the sound faded away, the old man's gaze also fixed on the distance. He knew that once you enter the rivers and lakes, it is as deep as the sea, and it is not easy to get out. But without experiencing some hardships and challenges, how can you know if you are immersed in the situation?

The true meaning of life existence.

On the other side, Chen Daoxuan changed into a beggar's clothes to avoid his enemies. For fear of being suspected, he didn't even dare to buy a horse, so he walked on his own feet. He walked for a day and a night without stopping. He thought

We took a detour to the Taoist temple, but now we were really tired and hungry, so we had to find a nearby town to rest.

After many twists and turns, following the guidance of an old man, we came to Taohua Town. This town not only has small bridges and flowing water, but also has smoked pavilions and pavilions. At the end of the streets and alleys, there are bluestone pavements. The houses are also neatly built, with stilted buildings on eight sides and stilts on four sides.

The dripping water is scattered and orderly, and the tiles are laid neatly. It can be seen that the craftsmanship of the craftsmen who built here is very good.

Chen Daoxuan found a remote restaurant and sat down, got a bowl of plain noodles, and ate it hungrily.

Before he finished eating, he felt that the atmosphere around him was gradually getting colder, and several swordsmen at the table next to him were staring at him closely. He took out his wallet and wanted to pay and leave, but when he opened the wallet

At that moment, he had the desire to kill. A classic saying from the mouth of a street shrew almost burst out from the mouth of this Taoist priest.

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