"Our Zhuangzi is at the foot of the mountain, old immortal, how about I take you there?" Young Chen Hu said.
"Okay, let's go take a look." Jian Wushuang smiled.
Under the guidance of Chen Hu, Jian Wushuang slowly walked towards Zhuangzi down the mountain.
A very ordinary, very simple Zhuangzi. Jian Wushuang came to a bamboo house in Zhuangzi.
In the bamboo house, there was also a middle-aged woman and a little girl of four or five years old with pigtails.
"Mom, I met an old god today and I brought him here." Chen Hu ran to the middle-aged woman excitedly.
The middle-aged woman touched Chen Hu's head, then looked at Jian Wushuang, smiled awkwardly and said: "I'm sorry, old gentleman, this little guy is ignorant. I wonder who you are?"
"I am a passing traveler. As for my name, call me Wuchen." Jian Wushuang smiled.
Dust-free...walking through the world without leaving a trace of dust or trace is what Jian Wushuang wants.
"Mr. Wuchen, are you walking alone in this mountain? Aren't you afraid of meeting horse thieves?" Chen Hu's mother said.
"Horse thief?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows.
"Well, our mountain is very big. There are hundreds of villages like our Chenjiazhuang. Of course, there are also many horse thieves in this big mountain. These horse thieves plunder all the year round. Anyone who doesn't give them money will suffer.
At their hands, Huzi's father died in the hands of those horse thieves." Chen Hu's mother said.
"Is that so?" Jian Wushuang nodded slightly.
"Let's not talk about it for now. The sun has already set. I'm afraid the old gentleman hasn't eaten yet. I happened to prepare a meal, and the old gentleman came to have a bite." Chen Hu's mother smiled and invited.
"Eating?" Jian Wushuang looked a little strange.
Practitioners feed on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and at most they can only eat some strange fruits or some special delicacies for a satisfying meal.
As for eating to fill his stomach, Jian Wushuang has not done so for a long time since he started practicing.
"In that case, I'll excuse you." Jian Wushuang smiled and accepted the invitation.
Simple meals.
But Jian Wushuang ate with gusto.
It's night after dinner, and the moon is bright in the sky.
Jian Wushuang sat on the mountainside of the mountain, overlooking the brightly lit, extremely quiet and peaceful Zhuangzi below.
"Mortals are indeed weak compared to cultivators. It is not an exaggeration to even call them ants."
"However, cultivators have the benefits of cultivators, but they also have the benefits of mortals. At least few cultivators can live such a peaceful and peaceful life."
With a smile, Jian Wushuang closed his eyes.
One night passed.
In the early morning, when the sky was dark, the quiet Zhuangzi was already bustling with activity. A large number of men in the Zhuangzi appeared on the small school field in the center, taking out their weapons to practice, and most of them were practicing.
Guns, but most of these guns are wooden spears and made of metal, but only a few people own them.
Jian Wushuang also came to the top and looked at the many spear techniques in front of him. These spear techniques were just the simplest flat thrusts, long thrusts, and sweeping sweeps.
Although it is ordinary, with continuous practice, it can display considerable power.
It is a pity that the people in Chenjiazhuang are just ordinary people. They use the strength of ordinary people. The strongest is only a hundred pounds, but there is not even a warrior.
"Ha!" "Hmph!"
Chen Hu, who is only eight years old, is also holding a wooden gun that is taller than others, and is also communicating with the adults. His eyes are firm and he is young, but his marksmanship is well practiced and he is very powerful.
After a long time, everyone finished practicing collectively, and then it was time to practice individually individually.
"Huzi, come here." Jian Wushuang waved.
Chen Hu immediately ran over with the thumb spear, "Old sir, what's wrong?"
After one night, Chen Hu also knew that Jian Wushuang was not an old god, but he still respected Jian Wushuang very much.
"You like using guns very much?" Jian Wushuang looked at Chen Hu and asked.
"Yes, it's not just me who likes it. Most people in Zhuangzi like to use guns. Like my father, he also used guns before and his marksmanship is very good." Chen Hu said.
"How high?" Jian Wushuang asked.
"Anyway, there are not many people in our village who can compare with him." Chen Hu showed a proud look, but then his expression changed, "Old sir, do you know how to shoot?"
"Hmm..." Jian Wushuang pondered for a moment, then nodded, "I know a little bit."
The fact that Jian Wushuang said is that although he specializes in swordsmanship, he also has some understanding and study of other weapons, but he is not very proficient.
It can be said that his realm, even the slightest understanding, is probably at the master level in this secret realm of Qingtian.
"Old sir, do you really know how to shoot?" Chen Hu was delighted, and his voice also attracted the attention of many people around him.
I saw many people from Zhuangzi walking over.
"Mr. Wuchen, do you know how to shoot?"
"Are you a warrior?"
Everyone in Zhuangzi also knew that Jian Wushuang was a passing traveler named Wuchen.
Seeing the people gathered around him, Jian Wushuang smiled and said, "I'm not a warrior, but I do know a little bit about marksmanship."
"Great, old gentleman, can you help me see if I can create these shots myself?"
A hunky-backed man said in surprise, and then immediately used the three-style marksmanship he created in front of Jian Wushuang.