Infinite true path

On this day, the wind was gentle and sunny, and the sky was clear. Although the ice and snow in the far north of Jizhou will never melt away due to sunlight, the prosperous scene under the bright sky obviously tells the prosperity of the ethnic group living on this land, and also shows that this prosperous ethnic group has conquered the The harsh environment and conditions here.

At this moment, unlike the busy snowy plain, there was only an old man with white hair and beard sitting on a small open space at the foot of the White Tiger Mountains and three children with pigtails. .

At first glance, the old man looks like a typical member of the White Tiger tribe. Although he is old, his muscles appear extremely strong. Coupled with his slovenly dress, he has a strong temperament.

However, at the moment, unlike the old man's tough temperament, the expression on the old man's face was one of leisurely enjoyment. His body was motionless, and his eyes were squinted, half open and half closed. He didn't know if he was looking at the beautiful scenery in the distance or if he was already wandering away.

Three children were sitting around the old man, and they were obviously all children of the White Tigers. At this moment, the three of them were all imitating the old man's leisurely expression, and they all sat motionless, but their eyes kept blinking.

After a while, it became clear that the children couldn't understand the artistic conception in the old man's heart, so they couldn't bear it any longer, and one by one they twisted their necks and swayed their bodies. His eyes quickly widened and moved around, and he looked like he was not very honest.

Finally, the little boy who looked the most naughty and energetic was the first to stand up. He made a face at the other two children, then jumped up to the old man's side, stretched his neck, and broke the conversation. The original quietness.

"Grandpa Lakshen, tell us a story." The little boy said, his big eyes full of expectation.

Hearing the word "story", the other two children who were already a little unable to sit still became even more unable to sit still and immediately trotted to the old man's side. So, the three children surrounded the old man. And the three of them all reached out their little hands and grabbed the old man's arm, acting coquettishly.

Three pairs of small hands kept shaking the old man's thick arms. Even though he tried his best to suck the milk, he still couldn't move much. However, the three children kept shaking as if they refused to admit defeat.

Just like this, after a long while, the old man slowly opened his eyes wide with unfinished thoughts. Although he didn't make any movement, he seemed to have yawned in his heart.

Then, the old man turned his eyes and looked at the three children beside him. The three children all stuck out their tongues and stopped shaking his arms.

There was a deliberately pretended unhappiness on his face, but there was a deep love hidden in it. The old man touched the heads of the three children and said: "Why did you three come here? You shouldn't be listening to the teacher in the school." Lecture?”

The little boy rushed to say: "We came here specifically to see Grandpa Lakshen. Grandpa Lakshen's stories are better than Mr. Lakshen's lessons."

He lightly flicked the little boy's forehead and made a "pop" sound. However, the old man couldn't pretend any longer. He shook his head and laughed: "You little naughty boy, how can you learn to flatter me?"

The little boy was extremely smart and knew that he had made the old man happy, so he immediately said: "Grandpa Lakshen, tell us a story quickly."

There was really nothing he could do about the three children beside him, so the old man could only let the three children sit down again. After thinking about it, he said: "Then today I will tell you the story of the White Tiger God."

Just as he was about to continue, the little man shook his head like a rattle and said, "Grandpa Lakshen, you have told us the story of the White Tiger God many times. We don't want to listen to this."

The old man smiled: "Then what do you want to hear me say?"

The little boy was obviously well prepared and immediately said: "We want to hear the story of Huan Zu."

The old man was stunned for a moment, then his face showed a clear look of reminiscence and emotion, and he asked: "How do you know about Huanzu?"

The little boy's eyes kept rolling, and he said innocently: "I heard my uncles mention it when they were drinking wine and eating meat, saying that Huan Zu was very powerful, and seemed to have done many amazing things. But... But they always say something but then don’t say anything, and we can’t understand.”

The old man's face was full of memories. He knew why those people talked about Huan Zu. Because that person is so important to most of the White Tigers. Anyone who has met him will never forget him. However, he also knew why those people said a few words but then stopped. Because in fact, I shouldn’t have said a word about Huan Zu. No matter how strong Huanzu was, his final outcome was not very good. It was a sad ending that no one wanted to mention.

The old man was usually reluctant to talk about Huanzu, but today for some reason, he suddenly wanted to talk to these children. Perhaps, he was afraid that if he didn't talk for a long time, he would forget about that person.

Finally nodded, the old man said: "Okay, then I will tell you the story of Huanzu."

"Huanzu is actually not from our White Tiger tribe. He is a monk from Yangzhou. He didn't know us at all at first. But later, the king met Huanzu by chance. Perhaps he was attracted by his temperament. Maybe he was attracted by his outstanding abilities. It is said that the king only met Huanzu once and decided that Huanzu was a rare talent. "

"At that time, our White Tiger Tribe was at war with the Devouring Tiger Tribe. The Devouring Tiger Tribe was so powerful that our chances of winning were not great. So, the king invited Huanzu to come to our White Tiger Tribe, hoping that his ability could bring about a turn for the better for our tribe."

"However, it is said that Huan Zu had no intention of joining our White Tiger Tribe. Back then, the king invited Huan Zu for a full year. I don't know how many times he invited me, and I don't know how many generous conditions he made. But Huan Zu always refused. , not moved at all.”

Hearing this, the little boy stretched his neck and asked: "Grandpa Lakshen, are you saying that King Chi will personally invite you?"

The old man nodded: "Yes, King Zhi himself said that within a year, he still failed to impress Huan Zu."

The three children all fell into silence at the same time, with strange emotions in their hearts. In their eyes, King Helianzhi is the overlord of this side. Apart from Bai Kui, he is the biggest. But the king has been hiring someone for a whole year but he still can’t hire him. So what kind of person is he?

The old man continued: "But later, when Huanzu was about to leave Jizhou, an unexpected incident made Huanzu finally discover the sincerity and good character of the king. So, Huanzu was moved by the king, and finally he At the invitation of the king, he joined our Jizhou White Tiger Tribe and began to serve our tribe. "

"The king at that time was still a young clan leader, with low cultivation and young people. Therefore, not many of the people he brought back were really interested in him. Therefore, Huanzu was finally assigned to the subordinates of the Great Elder of Jeddah as a An ordinary weapon master."

"At that time, I was also a warrior under the great elder of Jeddah, and I was fortunate enough to meet Huan Zu there. I still remember that day, the warriors of the Devouring Tiger Tribe came out and called for battle, and I had to fight. However, I My opponent's cultivation level was the same, but his weapon was much better than mine. At the beginning of the battle, no matter how hard I tried, my weapon was reduced to scrap by the opponent, so I gradually became unable to parry and fell into a disadvantage. "

"And just when I was in despair, the first sword forged by Huanzu in the military camp was born. He threw the sword to me from a distance, and the moment I caught the sword, I knew that this battle I'm sure to win!"

"In that battle, I fought heartily and didn't have to worry about the weapons in my hands. On the contrary, the weapons in my hands were so powerful that my opponent couldn't parry them. In the end, the weapons were broken by me. I have fought a lot in my life. But that battle is the most enjoyable in my heart!”

When a child heard this, he asked curiously: "Grandpa Lakshen, are the weapons made by Huan Zu so amazing?"

The old man laughed and said: "Originally, the front line that the Great Elder of Jeddah was responsible for was defeated steadily, but since Huanzu joined, we quickly turned defeat into victory and pushed the front line back. You said, his weapon god Not God?"

The three children stopped talking, and there was a faint look of admiration in their eyes. The old man smiled with satisfaction and continued: "Later, the Tiger Devouring Division noticed the existence of Huan Zu and knew that Huan Zu was a big problem to them, so they sent people to assassinate Huan Zu."

"Once, when Huan Zu was out alone, the powerful men from the Tiger Devouring Tribe who had been lurking for a long time finally got the opportunity, so they took action and intercepted Huan Zu. Although Huan Zu was not as good as them in cultivation at that time, he was quite astute and his methods were very good. Even though he was at an absolute disadvantage, he was still able to contain him many times, and was finally forced to escape with serious injuries and disappeared into the White Tiger Temple. "

"Disappeared?" The three children were startled at the same time and almost jumped up. They had all gone to the temple to worship and knew there was no other way out there. How could a living person disappear there?

The old man nodded and said: "He disappeared. No one can explain the reason for it. But it was that time when he disappeared that Huanzu's legendary journey in the far north really began. "