Xuanhuang woke up early in the morning and saw Mr. Chen practicing swordplay in the courtyard.
The strange thing was that the gentleman came back with a sword, but instead took a bamboo in his hand. Xuanhuang couldn't figure out why, but he didn't dare to ask.
After finding a place to sit down, I watched my husband practice his sword.
Sometimes the teacher's sword is calm, like the slowly falling autumn leaves, and sometimes it is like a strong wind and rain, carrying an evil aura, so fast that it is dark and yellow, and only an afterimage can be seen.
Not only that, the further he went down, the more Xuanhuang felt that his master's swordsmanship was becoming more mysterious. It gave him a headache because it was too fast, he couldn't see clearly, and he couldn't understand it clearly.
Chen Changsheng sheathed his sword, and the noise in the courtyard calmed down.
He looked at Xuanhuang and asked, "It's better to get up early in the morning and move around, so that you can live longer."
After hearing this, Xuanhuang replied: "It's just two years, sooner or later it will be the same."
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "That's what I say, but if you sit there like a dead tree, it might become a dead tree after a long time."
Xuanhuang also stood up after hearing what his husband said.
He went to the temple and brought out a wooden sword.
So he followed his husband and started practicing swordsmanship in the courtyard.
The teacher is right. It is indeed much more comfortable to move early in the morning. After practicing for a while, Xuanhuang felt that he was gradually getting stronger and the dull feeling gradually dissipated.
It lasted until the sun was high in the sky, and then the gentleman slowly put away his sword.
Xuanhuang went to wash up, while Chen Changsheng went to the library to get a book and came to the courtyard to read it.
In comparison, Xuanhuang during the day is particularly boring. After practicing the sword, I go to Guanli to meditate, or I just read Taoist scriptures and sit there all day long.
Chen Changsheng sat under the peach tree, flipping through the book in front of him.
He has only read about half of the pile of books that the Old City God gave him. As the Old City God said, the Taoist methods described in them are all small skills. They are not difficult and are quite easy to learn.
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This day was not so busy.
The peach tree above Mr.'s head was swaying in the summer wind.
Chen Changsheng was fascinated by the book and felt thirsty for no reason.
At this moment, a peach fell.
"Crack."
The peach fell on the table without any hesitation.
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, picked up the peach and took a look at it. He didn't pay much attention to it and just regarded it as a coincidence.
But he still smiled and said to the peach tree: "Thank you."
The peach tree didn't respond at all.
Chen Changsheng turned around and picked up the peach and started eating it. He was reading and eating the peach, which was particularly pleasant.
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The second princess of Dajing broke into the library at night. This incident was not serious at all. Because she was a princess, she could not bear any punishment. In the end, she was just confined to the palace and could not go anywhere.
When she was bored, she would sit by the window sill in a daze.
Think about the story that person told.
Speaking of the Monkey King, there was no follow-up after he was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain.
The little girl felt itchy. She felt that there should be a follow-up. The person must not have finished what he said, but she didn't know when that person would come again. She wanted to hear the story to the end.
Later, when the emperor's brother came to visit her, she begged him pitifully for a long time, and finally her emperor agreed.
"Monkey King? What kind of script is this?"
"Brother Emperor, help me look for it, Brother Emperor, Brother Emperor..."
"Okay, okay, brother Huang, help you find it, help you find it."
But the result will definitely not be found, because this is a story that has never been circulated here.
Lao Jian spent his free days wandering around the capital city, sometimes sleeping soundly on a tree in the palace, and sometimes in the tender countryside among brothels and boats, so leisurely.
But I never expected that there was some movement inside the palace.
The old swordsman who was sleeping soundly on the tree frowned and looked towards the harem.
He counted with his fingers, but came up empty-handed.
"How could she be born prematurely?"
He turned into a sword light and came to the palace where Concubine Li was.
But I never thought that I would be stopped just before I entered the door.
Standing in front of him was a handsome young man in luxurious clothes, with a tail hidden under his robe.
"Vulpix..."
The old swordsman frowned.
The six-tailed fox demon said warmly: "Sword Immortal, please come back. The Yuanshan Fox Clan will protect this son from any worries."
The old swordsman took a look at the palace, and he felt that there was something even more terrifying inside.
Maybe seven tails, or even eight tails.
He also knew that he would not be able to enter today, so he said: "If there is anything wrong, I will go to Yuanshan to find an answer."
"Sword Immortal, don't worry."
The old swordsman gave up the idea of going in and found a tree to sit down.
About two hours later, with a burst of crying, the child was born.
But the sound stopped abruptly in an instant.
The old swordsman raised his eyes and saw that the palace door was wide open.
"Bang!"
A gust of evil wind suddenly blew up.
The six-tailed fox demon in front of him also turned into a gust of wind and disappeared at the palace gate.
The old swordsman did not chase him, but he was certain that the child must have been taken away.
He walked into the palace and saw Su Xiaoxiao holding a child in her arms, lying beside the bed and taking a nap with her eyes closed.
All the maids on the ground fainted and have not yet woken up.
Old Jianxiu glanced at the child in her arms and asked, "Isn't this that child?"
Su Xiaoxiao nodded and said: "I want to stay, but I can't let the child disappear for no reason."
The old swordsman sighed helplessly and said, "Why bother."
He actually wanted to say that the emperor was no longer the emperor he was before, but after thinking about it, it seemed that Su Xiaoxiao understood this truth in her heart, but despite this, she was still willing to stay.
It's really a bad fate.
At this moment, a figure suddenly walked out from behind a pillar on the side.
The old swordsman turned his head sideways and frowned.
"eight-tail……"
The demon in front of him was wearing a black robe and long sleeves with gold threads, and his face was old. However, when he stood in front of him, the old swordsman clearly felt a pressure.
This demon has an extraordinary origin!
The eight-tailed fox demon cupped his hands and said, "Su Junhan of the fox tribe has met the Sword Immortal."
The old sword cultivator looked solemnly as he stared at the demon in front of him.
The fox demon looked at him again and said, "I want to ask the Sword Immortal about someone."
The old swordsman stared at him and saw him take out a piece of hair.
"The owner of this hair has a great connection with the Yuanshan Fox Clan. Does the Sword Immortal know where he is now?"
The person asking is Mr. Chen.
The old swordsman was a little wary and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"
"It's not a grudge. Sword cultivators don't need to worry."
The old swordsman shook his head and said: "The Immortal left yesterday. I only met him by chance and had no other contact with him. I can't help you."
"Is this so..." The eight fox demons thought for a moment and said, "I'm offended."
The old sword cultivator looked into his eyes, but saw a golden light suddenly flashing in his eyes. The old sword cultivator was startled, and his mind seemed to be shocked.
The shock quickly subsided, and he regained consciousness.
"what have you done!?"
"Don't blame the swordsman. I just want to see if what the swordsman said is the truth."
"you……"
The old sword cultivator paused for a moment before he suddenly reacted.