The gourd's body is small enough to swallow the sky, and the fisherman on the shore is like a god.
The sky was setting, and the setting sun was all over Laojun Mountain. Half of the sun was embedded in the thick clouds, making it a bit desolate and late.
Zhou Yeqing stood in the courtyard, looking into the distance with mixed feelings in his heart.
It is true that nine out of ten things are unsatisfactory, but you can tell people the same thing. He did not expect that Songzong would have such a bloody past, nor did he expect that the old man would ever have such helplessness. These are not what he imagined.
The Taoist sects of the Xian family are really very different.
It seems that intrigue is the same no matter where you are.
"Are you still leaving?" Aya on one side looked at Zhou Yeqing and asked softly.
"Uncle Master, you have said this, how can I leave? Even if I leave, there is no guarantee that you will catch me again."
"I'm not leaving anymore. You're relaxed and I'm relaxed too, hehehe~"
Zhou Yeqing paused for a moment before replying happily. Aya also smiled after hearing this, and she became more and more pleased with the young man in front of her, so she threw the Tai'a Jianyun in her hand.
Zhou Yeqing was startled and quickly reached out to take it. When Na Tai'a took it, countless swords, lights and shadows appeared in an instant, surrounding Zhou Yeqing.
The sound of gold and iron was crisp! The swords were imaginary! It was like a killing place. Zhou Yeqing was in it, and his whole body felt chilly. He could not look directly at it, because these were pure murderous auras, and he was born to destroy and kill.
"coax!!!"
Surrounded by the sword energy, magnificent flames suddenly rose! Zhou Yeqing was covered with two auras from the sky, and then he calmed down.
"This sword is still sleeping and has not awakened to strike, but even if this unintentional murderous intention is exposed, I may not be able to take it." Judging the situation in his heart, Zhou Yeqing carefully looked at the Tai'a sword rhyme in his hand, and his heart was filled with excitement.
.
This sword has no solid shape, like a piece of running water, white and green in color, but there seems to be other colors mixed in it, which is wonderful. It is just a pure sword rhyme, like a newborn baby. It is difficult to
Imagine how powerful it would be if it were forged into a sword.
Zhou Yeqing really wants it and wants to stay. Every young man once dreamed of owning a sword and slaughtering people in the mountains and fields. He thought in his mind that he was a great hero who saved the common people and could fight millions of people with one person and one sword.
The group of demons died heroically in the final battle. Finally, looking at the cauliflower scattered around, he slowly said a word in his heart: "I succeeded ~ cough..."
But this sword does not belong to him, and Zhou Yeqing knows this problem very well. Just like us in the wild vegetable fields, we are not heroes. After the play we directed and acted in, what greeted us was not the cheers and love of the people, but the fierce scoldings of the owner of the field.
, and the cane tightly held in mother's hand.
"Uncle, I don't want it."
Zhou Yeqing threw Tai'a back to Aya again. This was a decision that went against his will, but he did it.
Although Tai'a is good, there are other things that are more important than it.
Aya was slightly startled when she looked at the sword rhyme in her hand. This sword is too rare to encounter but cannot be sought. If it were placed outside, I don’t know how many sword cultivators would go crazy for it, but the boy in front of her handed it back.
"Uncle, please keep it for yourself. I won't leave, but I don't want it either."
Zhou Yeqing seemed to be very relaxed, turned around and walked out of the door nonchalantly. He was the only one who knew the gnashing of teeth and distorted features on his face.
He still wants it very much~
But, if he really accepts it, then everything will become a transaction. The old man once passed Dongtian to him, and Zhou Yeqing always believed that it was not a transaction.
Aya looked at Zhou Yeqing who was walking out with his head held high and his chest raised. He smiled slightly and said nothing. With a move of his hand, Tai A Jianyun was enveloped by the stream of light, and in a blink of an eye, it became the size of a hairpin, and she was free to do so.
inserted into the shiny black hair.
But not long after, there was another movement outside the door. Aya looked up and saw that Zhou Yeqing was back again.
Facing the beautiful uncle's silent question, Zhou Yeqing smiled awkwardly and then said: "Well...it's dark outside...I don't know the road...hehehe~"
Aya: "......"
"This nephew is not very smart~" Aya thought with her eyebrows twitching.
............
On the mountain behind Daowang Peak, night was approaching. Few people came here. It was originally a quiet place, but a twisted world suddenly appeared in the sky, and a figure fell out of it in horror.
"Uncle Master!!! You drove to the wrong place!!!"
"ah?"
"ah!!!!!"
A female voice said in confusion, followed by a long scream.
"Boom~"
There was a deep sound on the ground in the mountains, and an inch of soil suddenly splashed up. Zhou Yeqing lay there with a numb and heartless look on his face.
"Cough~cough~cough~"
After spitting out a mouthful of fly ash, Zhou Yeqing sat up, glanced at the sky without traces, and said complainingly: "If it doesn't work, forget it, we still have to open the gate of heaven~" "How can you be a teacher with such a method?
Uncle~"
In the small courtyard of the bamboo house, Aya stood alone in the courtyard, holding her hands, pouting her little mouth, as if she was not convinced, and said: "Wrong place? Impossible!"
At the mountain behind Daowang Peak, Zhou Yeqing checked the direction. There was no one standing around, so he followed the mountain road to the half-walled cave.
Entering the cave, as expected by Aya, the old man was here, sticking his buttocks out on the futon and lowering his head. He didn't know whether he drank wine when he kowtowed or drank wine before he kowtowed.
Anyway, he was lying in front of many tablets in such a strange posture, snoring...
“It’s a little chic and quite something~”
Zhou Yeqing stepped forward and saw the old man's action, and joked with a smile. He raised his head and glanced at the many tablets, and there was no fluctuation. He was not from Songzong, so these tablets had nothing to do with him, so naturally he didn't need to kneel down.
Kowtow.
I looked around, and there was nothing. It was just a pure white cave. When I looked up, I saw stones, and when I looked down, I saw stones. If I looked to the left, it was still a stone. If I looked to the right, I saw an old man sticking his butt out.
"How can we stay in this poor place for decades?!"
Zhou Yeqing looked around, a little unbelievable. Of the five peaks of Laojun Mountain, the five Buddhas were all on their own peaks, preaching and teaching. What a sight. The old man could only light incense and candles in such a cave.
And it went on like this for decades.
Zhou Yeqing was speechless, this was too unfair.
The old man was still kneeling in front of the memorial tablet like that. Zhou Yeqing couldn't stand it anymore, so he came up to help him up and threw him to the place where he could be regarded as a bed.
The old man was drunk, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes. He must have felt aggrieved when he returned to this place.
I did nothing wrong, but I did everything wrong.
Zhou Yeqing pulled the futon and came over to sit next to the old man, just like when they first met. The old man has more white hair, and his previously half-white beard has faded to black. Over the years, he has grown up, and so has the old man.
Old.
In fact, although I often quarrel with the old man, I am still grateful to him in my heart.
At that time, his mother and he were separated, and there was no news for many years. He had no relatives in the whole world.
The old man had taken him all over the country over the years and never treated him badly. At first, he was weak, so the old man traveled through mountains and ridges to find countless good things for him to eat. The blood-red ginseng strips were like dried sweet potatoes, and his pockets were full for several years.
time.
Come to think of it, the old man has never treated him badly.
"Old man, I cannot thank you enough for your kindness. I really don't want to stay in such a cave. I have to go find my mother. I can't be your apprentice."
"But I still remember the kindness you have shown me over the years. I didn't tell Uncle Aya about the fact that you called me a female Bodhisattva outside. It also protected your wisdom for the rest of your life. Hehehe~ Which one of us is following which one?
, right."
Zhou Yeqing chatted for a long time. He was really grateful to the old man for taking care of him over the years. As he was talking, his eyes caught a glimpse of the gourd in the old man's hand. Zhou Yeqing smiled smartly, looked at the old man and rubbed it.
Rubbing his hands, he took it over gently.
"Wow~"
Zhou Yeqing's eyes were shining, he stared and opened his mouth, his heart was excited and his hands were trembling. He finally got the old man's wine gourd. At this moment, he couldn't believe it.
I still remember that they visited a coastal area many years ago, where generations of people had made a living by fishing, but then a dragon came from nowhere and saw that the bay was a good place, so he occupied it and made his own way.
After that, when fishermen go out to sea, they will definitely encounter wind and waves and no body will be left, even if the weather is clear and there is no wind or waves.
Zhou Yeqing only remembers that day, in the dark sky, the old man rode up the clouds and fought with the black and blue dragon on the sea. The dragon had three heads, one of thunder and lightning, the other of fire, with harsh human voices in the middle. The old man went up to the gourd and opened the mouth of the gourd, and a dragon
Jingying came and turned into a sharp sword, and with one blow, she beheaded the two heads of the dragon, Lei Huo. The dragon was frightened and turned around and entered the sea to escape.
The old man stood in the clouds, opening his mouth to suck from the gourd in his hand. The small gourd seemed to be able to hold the sky. The seawater was pulled by its suction, turning into a huge waterspout, sucking all the water into the gourd until all the water was sucked into the gourd.
All the sea has been sucked dry.
Finally, the dragon could not escape and was put into the gourd. The old man released the water in the sea again. When the fishermen on the shore saw such magical power, they all knelt on the ground and shouted to the gods. They did not dare for a long time.
Look up.
Zhou Yeqing stood on the shore and saw it clearly, and the shock in his heart was even greater. When he was on the shore of Blackwater Lake, he knew that the old man had great magical powers, but at that time he did not see how powerful the gourd was. It was more about the old man himself.
Taoist magic, but at this moment, the old man raised his hand and took in a sea. Only then did Zhou Yeqing realize that this gourd was really powerful.
From there, if asking for the old man's gourd was a joke before, then it became an obsession.
Who doesn’t want a gourd that can hold the sky and the sea?! Who can refuse!!!
Zhou Yeqing glanced at the old man quietly, "Very good! He's still snoring, God help me!" Then he stood up and carefully carried the gourd out of the cave.