Ten days later.
Jianchou, dressed in plain clothes, walked along the winding mountain path, stood on the mountainside, and looked down.
The rolling mountains gradually become lower from north to south, finally hiding their undulating veins into the endless vast plains. The prosperous towns are scattered on the plains, which already have the atmosphere of human fireworks.
"Master, we're here!"
Grunt and grunt.
The mountain man Fudao was still dressed in rags, with a yellow wine gourd hanging around his waist, a broken bamboo pole in one hand and a hemp rope in the other.
Behind the hemp rope, there was a small cart with wheels installed; on the cart stood a calm and composed old man...
Big white goose.
-The big white goose that you can only look at but not eat.
After realizing that he had been cheated by Jianchou, Fudaoshan had no place to seek justice, but he was reluctant to throw the goose away, so he simply found a cart from somewhere and took the goose away.
Jianchou is a good and talented disciple, so it’s not a loss to accept him; and this goose can’t be lost either!
Now, hearing Jianchou's voice, Fudaoshanren finally breathed a sigh of relief.
When he first came to this isolated island, he got off at this place and walked over there by himself. But it would be another level of difficulty for him to fly in the sky with a sword and find the exact direction.
Fortunately, I saw Jianchou along the way and I could barely identify the direction.
As long as you reach the mountainside and cross the plain, you will reach your destination.
Fudaoshanren suddenly became happy: "I know the way, I know the way!"
"Then Master, can you fly now?"
Jianchou couldn't help but become curious.
Fu Dao Shanren touched his chin in a pretentious manner, raised his eyebrows and said: "Now it's up to Master, come - look at the sword!"
The two fingers suddenly came together.
Bang!
There seemed to be a loud bang in the air, and then Jianchou was surprised to see that the wooden cart carrying the big white goose suddenly flipped over with a "click" and quickly closed!
sword!
A bright blue light flashed by, and the original small cart turned into a wooden sword, slowly floating one foot above the ground.
The big white goose was originally standing on the wooden cart, how could it have expected such a shocking incident to happen
It suddenly started barking, as if to say: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Where is my car?"
However…
The car is still ruthless.
The big white goose fell to the ground and let out a wail the moment the wooden sword appeared.
The mountain man was helping Dao, and the posture he had just taken was instantly withdrawn. He quickly ran over and picked up the big white goose: "Hey, goose, goose, are you okay?"
The big white goose drooped its neck, looking pitiful.
Jianchou's mouth twitched and he didn't want to talk for a moment.
The more inedible a goose is, the more nervous it becomes. This master is truly unique.
She turned to look at the wooden sword floating above the ground.
The sword was of an ancient and crude shape, as wide as two palms in parallel and four feet long. It was blunt and had no edge, and its color was somewhat dark, with some parts being a deep black color.
When I looked closer, I found that those dark marks were actually the patterns of tadpoles, like some kind of mysterious mark.
The whole sword looks really ugly.
But at the moment it appeared, Jianchou felt a kind of simplicity and naturalness that blended into the heaven and earth.
Fudaoshanren saw Jianchou's surprise and finally snorted.
"This sword is called 'Nothing'. If you close your eyes you won't be able to see it."
"… Is there anything else that the sword can see with its eyes closed?"
Jianchou asked woodenly.
"You are ignorant, you are ignorant! Really, you won't understand even if I tell you, so hurry up and get in the car... Oh no, get on the sword!"
Fudao Shanren stepped on it first and stood one foot away from the tip of the sword. The wooden sword did not move at all and still floated on the ground.
Jianchou hesitated for a moment, then seemed to understand: it was about to fly.
She walked up and stepped carefully at the back near the hilt of the sword. Fearing that she would fall, she reached out and grabbed the arm of the mountain man who was holding the sword. "Master, you won't fall, will you?"
"If you stand firm, you won't fall down." Fudao Shanren chuckled, touched the head of the big white goose in his arms, and said, "Good goose, good goose, I will take you to ride the wind and fly the sword! Wu Jian, get up!"
Ride the wind and fly with the sword!
A strong wind blew towards him, and Fudaoshanren's skinny body seemed vulnerable in his shaking clothes, but his eyes suddenly became hot and bright, and there was a bright and full glow accumulated in his body.
He stood firmly on the tip of the sword, made a hand gesture, and saw a blue light overflowing from the blade of the wooden sword.
The wooden sword that was originally floating on the ground was suddenly pulled up and flew into the sky from the mountain road!
The tall trees beside the road, which originally blocked out the sun, were now rapidly disappearing from Jianchou's sight.
Higher and higher.
The sword pointed upward at an angle, carrying her higher.
Blue sky, white clouds, the higher you go, the purer the color.
In just a moment, they had left the mountains and valleys where they were originally and headed towards the vast plains.
The floating clouds passed by quickly under our feet, and the prosperous town was shrouded in a layer of faint clouds, with only a vague shadow visible.
Seeing Chou standing on top of the cloud, his mind was shaken for a moment.
The beautiful mountains, like ancient statues, stand on the edge of the plain, like the undulating pulse of the earth.
The vast mountains and rivers are all at your feet.
It is so vast, as if riding the wind in the void, and no one knows where it will stop; it is so light, as if it is isolated from the world and ascending to heaven.
Jianchou forgot what he was going to say or what he wanted to say for a moment, and just watched it all with almost fascination.
As if he could understand Jianchou's mood at the moment, Fudaoshanren was unusually silent.
The vast plain beneath his feet, at the speed of flying the sword, was no longer something that could be crossed by a long journey.
The wooden sword disappeared and turned into a ray of snow-blue light, flying away from the sky.
The vast East China Sea is right before our eyes.
The deep blue sea water came from the horizon, rolling waves and creating snow-white waves.
The coast is flat, except for some low mountains where the plains meet. The highest one is called Daishan, with Qingfeng Temple on it, which is exactly where Fudaoshanren wants to go.
From a distance, Fudao Shanren saw the cliff behind Daishan Mountain, and he headed towards that direction with his wooden sword in hand.
"fall!"
He made another hand gesture, with the tip of the wooden sword pointing downward.
Jianchou almost felt unstable, but his feet were firmly fixed on the sword, probably because of some protection.
She suddenly felt touched and looked ahead. At this time, Fudao Shanren was hugging his big white goose tightly, as if he was hugging his own son!
Who is your apprentice after all
The emotion that had just arisen in my heart vanished in an instant.
"call!"
After landing on the ground, Fudaoshanren breathed a sigh of relief.
Jianchou also got down from the sword and looked around.
The climate on the east coast was completely different from the small mountain village where she used to live. The trees were getting taller and denser, with glossy leaves. The cliffs under her feet were grayish-white with a layer of debris, as if they had been blown into this state by years of wind.
This is a high cliff with a few old trees without leaves leaning on the cliff.
Gusts of strong wind blew from the bottom of the cliff, blowing painfully on my face.
Fudao Shanren was not afraid at all. When the wind blew, he suddenly exclaimed "Eh!"
"What's wrong?"
Jianchou thought something was wrong.
Fudao Shanren shook his head and said, "Nothing, just someone sent me a letter?"
"Where are the people?"
Jianchou looked around but didn't see anyone coming.
She turned around and saw Fudao Shanren standing on the edge of the cliff, his tattered clothes fluttering in the wind. He stretched out his hand, five fingers spread out, as if feeling the trajectory of the wind, and then narrowed his eyes slightly, frowned, and gently stirred his fingers in the wind.
Then, he seemed to sense something, and he pinched the wind's trajectory with his index and middle fingers!
A ray of silver light was caught by him from the void.
"No one, the letter is here."
The silver light was in Fudaoshanren's hand, and Jianchou looked at it in surprise.
"Is this the letter?"
With a nod, Fudaoshanren gave Jianchou a positive answer.
He frowned, and lightly pressed with the tips of his thumb and index finger. The silver light exploded and turned into a silver mist that floated in the air. Then it condensed into lines of text.
This is
Jianchou looked over, but found that the handwriting was blurry and he couldn't see it clearly.
Fudaoshanren looked over there intently.
"Respectfully addressed by Fudao Mountain Master, and from Kunwu Mountain, I pay my respects to you."
"According to the laws of nature, I have used great magic to predict a hundred years. Kunwu will face a great disaster within a hundred years. A son of extraordinary talent will be born on June 22nd to replace me, save Kunwu from danger, and turn the tide."
"I was born by Kunwu, and I must offer my body to Kunwu. So I went west to Daxia ten days ago and took this boy as my disciple."
"This boy has an excellent character, has cut off all worldly ties, has a handsome face, is gentle and elegant, and is well versed in all schools of thought. Although he holds the Dao with his left hand, he has an outstanding talent. He built his foundation in ten days, which is something I have never seen in my life."
"I have known you for many years. Now that I have something happy, I sincerely invite you to rejoice with me."
"In addition, Wang Shanren has returned to the Nineteenth Continent early. He has something important to discuss with you."
One word, one sentence.
After reading this, Fudao Shanren didn't know what to feel, and his two rows of teeth were grinding so hard that they made a loud noise.
"Old monster Hengxu! Didn't he just accept a disciple? What do you mean by handsome and gentle? Cultivation doesn't depend on appearance! And he holds the Dao with his left hand. If you are left-handed, you are left-handed. Why are you talking so elegant? Pretend, pretend, pretend! What's so great about building a foundation in ten days? Disciple, disciple--"
He shouted loudly and looked at Jianchou, but his voice suddenly stopped.
Jianchou, dressed in plain clothes and without any cultivation, looked at him in confusion.
When Fudao Shanren thought of the "ten days of foundation building" mentioned in the letter, he suddenly felt a mouthful of old blood choked in his throat and he almost vomited it out.
Look at the apprentices that others have, and then look at your own apprentice...
In an instant, Fudaoshanren's face was full of vicissitudes.
Jianchou just heard Fudaoshanren shouting and he understood what he meant. It seemed like someone had accepted a disciple
only…
With a face as handsome as a jade, gentle and elegant, he built his foundation in ten days...
besides--
left handed.
Jianchou looked up in shock and said, "Master, what's the name of the disciple accepted by this old monster Hengxu you mentioned?"