Legend of Swordsman

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A dazzling light suddenly rose from the inside of the building. This light was too dazzling, and it was definitely the brightest light the young man had ever seen. 』E Xiaoyan said WwwW. 』1XIAOSHUO. Com

And after the light flashed, a pale old man slowly appeared in the sight of this boy.

"Is that the goddess that the mother said?" The boy stared.

The next moment, the boy immediately ran to the old white man.

"Mr. Old, are you a fairy?" The boy looked up at the old man with a look of expectation.

"Immortal?" Jian Wushuang looked at the little fellow in front of him with interest, and saw the big watery eyes of the latter with a happy heart.

In the peak period, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a **** in this secret heaven with his strength.

But now, he is just an ordinary person.

"I'm not a fairy, I'm just a passerby." Jian Wushuang smiled.

"You lied, I have never seen such a bright light, but you came out of that light, it must be a fairy." The boy insisted.

"Haha, if you really think so, then I will." Jian Wushuang smiled and looked down. "Little guy, what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Hu, and I am from Chenjiazhuang. Everyone in Zhuangzi calls me a tiger." Said the boy.

"Chen Jiazhuang?" Jian Wushuang looked.

"Our Zhuangzi is just down the mountain, old deity, or should I take you there?" Said Chen Hu, a teenager.

"Okay, go and see." Jian Wushuang smiled.

When even under the guidance of Chen Hu, Jian Wushuang slowly walked towards Zhuangzi under the mountain.

Very ordinary, very simple Zhuangzi, Jian Wushuang came to a bamboo house in Zhuangzi.

Inside the bamboo house, there is also a middle-aged woman and a four- or five-year-old girl with pigtails.

"Mother, I met an old fairy today, and I brought him." Chen Hu ran to the middle-aged woman in excitement.

The middle-aged woman touched Chen Hu's head, and then looked at Jian Wushuang, and smiled awkwardly: "Sorry, old man, this little guy is not sensible, do you know who you are?"

"I'm a passing traveler. Well, my name is called dustless." Jian Wushuang smiled.

No dust ... Walking through a world without leaving a trace of dust and traces, this is what Jian Wushuang wanted.

"Mr. Dustless, do you walk around this mountain alone? Are you afraid to run into a horse thief?" Chen Hu's mother said.

"Horse thief?" Jian Wushuang frowned.

"Well, our mountain is very large. There are hundreds of Zhuangzis like our Chenjiazhuang. Of course, there are also many horse thieves in this mountain. These horse thieves are looted all year round. Whoever does n’t give them money will suffer. To their poisonous hands, the tiger'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 this first, the sun is already down, the old gentleman is afraid that he has not eaten yet. I just prepared meals, and the old gentleman came here for a bite." Chen Hu's mother invited and smiled.

"Eat?" Jian Wu's two-sided color was a little weird.

Cultivators feed on the heaven and earth aura. They usually eat strange fruits or some special foods at most.

As for eating to fill his stomach, Jian Wushuang has not been in it for a long time since he set foot on cultivation.

"So, the old man interrupted." Jian Wushuang accepted the invitation with a smile.

Coarse tea light rice.

But Jian Wushuang was eating with relish.

It is night after dinner, and the moon will be empty.

Jian Wushuang sat on the mountainside of the mountain, overlooking the brightly lit, quiet and peaceful Zhuangzi below.

"Mortal people are indeed weak compared to the practitioners, and it is not an exaggeration to call them ants."

"However, practitioners have the benefits of cultivators, but they also have the benefits of mortals. At least like these peaceful and peaceful days, few people in the practitioners can live."

With a smile, Jian Wushuang closed his eyes.

Overnight.

In the morning, the sky was bright, and this peaceful Zhuangzi was already lively. A large number of men in Zhuangzi appeared on the small campus in the most central area. They took out their own weapons and practiced them. Most of them were Guns, but most of these guns are wooden spears, made of metal, but only a few people own.

Jian Wushuang also came to the long one. Looking at the many practice marksmanship in front of him, these marksmanship are just the simplest flat stabs, long picks, and sweeps.

Although ordinary, but with continuous practice, you can also exert a lot of power.

It is a pity that the people in this Chenjiazhuang are just ordinary people. They use ordinary people's power. The strongest is no more than a hundred pounds, but there is not even a warrior.

"Ha!" "Huh!"

Chen Hu, who is only eight years old, also holds a wooden gun that is higher than others. He is also connected with those adults. He has a firm eye and a young age, but the marksmanship practice has made him well.

After a long time, everyone gathered to finish gymnastics, and the next step was to practice at will.

"Tiger, come here." Jian Wushuang beckoned.

Chen Hu immediately ran over with the thumb spear, "Old man, what's wrong?"

After one night, Chen Hu also knew that Jian Wushuang was not an old fairy, but he still had great respect for Jian Wushuang.

"Do you like using guns?" Jian Wushuang looked at Chen Hudao.

"Yeah, not only I like it, most of the people in Zhuangzi like to use guns, like my father, he also used guns before, and the marksmanship is very high." Chen Hu said.

"How tall?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Anyone in our village is comparable to him anyway." Chen Hu showed his pride, but followed the look with a movement. "Mr. Old, do you know how to shoot?"

"Hmm ..." Jian Wushuang groaned for a moment, then nodded, "I understand a little."

The fact that Jian Wushuang said, although he specializes in kendo, he has some understanding of other weapons, but he is not very proficient.

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"Mr. Old, do you really know how to shoot?" Chen Hu was pleased, and his voice attracted the attention of many people around him.

I saw a lot of people in Zhuangzi came over.

"Mr. Dustless, do you know how to shoot?"

"Are you a warrior?"

These people in Zhuangzi also know that Jian Wushuang is a passerby whose name is Wu Chen.

Seeing these people around, Jian Wushuang smiled, "I am not a warrior, but I do understand a little bit about marksmanship."

"Great, sir, can you help me see, I made these shots myself."

A tiger-backed man said in surprise, and then immediately launched the three-style marksmanship he had created before the sword was double-sided.

(End of this chapter)