Buzz~~~
A dazzling light suddenly rose from the tree. This light was so dazzling that it was definitely the brightest light this boy had ever seen.
After the light flickered, a white-haired old man slowly appeared in the young man's sight.
"Could this be the fairy my mother mentioned?" The young man's eyes widened.
The next moment, the young man immediately ran in front of the white-haired old man.
"Old sir, are you a god?" The young man looked up at the white-haired old man with an expectant look on his face.
"Immortal?" Jian Wushuang looked at the little guy in front of him with interest, and felt happy when he saw the latter's big watery eyes.
If he were at his peak, with his strength in this secret realm of the blue sky, it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a god.
But now, he is just an ordinary person.
"I'm not a god, I'm just a passerby." Jian Wushuang smiled.
"You are lying. I have never seen such a bright light, but you came out of that light. You must be a god." The young man insisted.
"Haha, if you really want to think so, then I do." Jian Wushuang smiled and looked down, "Little guy, what's your name?"
"My name is Chen Hu. I am from Chenjiazhuang. People in Zhuangzi call me Huzi." The young man said.
"Chenjiazhuang?" Jian Wushuang's expression changed.
"Our Zhuangzi is at the bottom 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 poisonous 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 invited him with a smile.
"Eating?" Jian Wushuang looked a little strange.
Cultivators feed on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. On weekdays, they can only eat some strange fruits or some special delicacies for a full 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 accepted the invitation with a smile.
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, overlooking the brightly lit, extremely 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.
The 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 and took out their weapons to practice. 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 picks, and sweeping sweeps.
Although it is ordinary, it can display considerable power with continuous practice.
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. He has firm eyes and 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.
"Do you like using guns?" 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, few of us in Zhuangzi can compare with him." Chen Hu showed pride, 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 truth 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 surrounding him, Jian Wushuang smiled, "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.
(End of chapter)