If you don't hate you, you won't become a Buddha

Xie Zhou began to learn swords from Cheng Siqi.

At first, both Uncle Wang and Seventh Girl and his wife thought that Xie Zhou was young and fresh for a while, and he couldn't endure the pain of practicing swords every day for a long time.

Unexpectedly, as months passed, a year passed, and several years passed, Xie Zhou still couldn't let go of his little wooden sword.

Regardless of cold or heat, regardless of spring or autumn, when the rooster crows at five o'clock, a small figure will appear in the courtyard, practicing the basic sword moves of chopping, slashing, and stabbing repeatedly.

It seems to be tireless and boring.

Wuyan would occasionally drink a big bowl of tea with Uncle Wang, and sit on the porch to watch Xie Zhou practice his sword and zap horse steps.

Xie Zhou was attentive and serious, and there was a different kind of aura and stubbornness in his immature eyebrows and eyes, exactly the same as those iron lumps of Xuanjianzong that Wuyan had seen.

"I'm talking about Lao Cheng. After ten years of learning, this boy Xie still only knows how to do these tricks? I know the old man well, and I still need your teaching!"

Xia Chan buzzed, and the old doctor from the medicine shop opposite came uninvited.

Putting the big tea bowl on the table, he motioned for Xie Zhou, who had stopped to rest, to come over and fill it up for him.

"Old man, who is Lao Cheng? I'm only in my 40s, and I'm still in my forties! Don't talk nonsense... Apprentice, don't pour tea for him, just drink it with an empty bowl." Cheng Siqi An angry voice came from the front.

Insatiable leaned on the recliner to cool off, without looking, he could guess how dissatisfied and arrogant Cheng Siqi looked.

The old doctor Zhang at the opposite door seems to be a natural enemy with him.

In the past, he laughed at other people's legs and feet from the old doctor's medical skills, but now he suffered retribution, was caught by the old doctor, and smacked his lips every day to count the white hairs on Cheng Siqi's head and the wrinkles on his face Folds, one more thing to add at the end, Master Wuyan doesn't like old dry oranges.

He is also a lively old urchin, picky about things.

"Busy working?"

With the shadow in front of him, Wu Yan straightened up, pulled the person to sit down, and handed over a cold porcelain bowl, "Plum soup, kept chilled with ice cubes. The last bowl of today, it's cold, I can't drink it anymore .”

"Hohoho."

The old doctor let out a gleeful laugh.

Xie Zhou gave the old doctor a helpless look, with a bit of his master's calmness. He calmly poured a big bowl of tea for the old man, then picked up his wooden sword and walked to the big locust tree in the center of the courtyard. Below, continue to practice without squinting.

Cheng Siqi was watched by Wuyan, and he didn't choke on the old doctor. He happily drank TTG plum soup and watched Xie Zhou practice his sword.

After Xie Zhou practiced for two hours again, and when he was taking a break, Cheng Siqi said, "Apprentice, do you also want to know why I have taught you these basic moves for ten years?"

Xie Zhou thought for a while, and said, "Is it because my apprentice hasn't learned swordsmanship yet?"

"Do not."

As the dusk set in the west, the small courtyard was filled with piercing red rays of light. Cheng Siqi raised his eyes and looked at Xie Zhou, who was already a handsome young man in front of him, and said with a smile, "Your sword skills are good, but the sword has its own shape, it is a common sword. Even if you practice to the top, you are still just a warrior with a sword."

"If you want to learn the true way of the sword, you must have a sword heart. Your sword heart has been honed here for ten years, and it is almost ready to start."

He handed a letter to Xie Zhou, "You go south to practice in Canglan City. The owner of Canglan City is a teacher and old friend. When you arrive, remember to send this letter to his mansion and show him. Others , Let’s talk about it after you come back from training.”

Xie Zhou obviously didn't expect such an outburst, but with his temperament, he calmed down after being slightly surprised, accepted the letter respectfully, paid his respects and left.

Wuyan listened on the sidelines, and when Xie Zhou left, he couldn't help but ask, "Do you know the Lord of Canglan City?"

"do not know."

Cheng Siqi took it for granted, "But I know he is a bully, a bastard who can harm one side."

Turning his mind, Wuyan immediately understood what Cheng Siqi was planning, and immediately laughed dumbly: "You treat him as the only seedling of Xuanjianzong, but you still cheat him like this? Is there anyone who does this to you, Master? The letter written What is it?"

"How can the master teach the apprentice to be called a pit?"

Cheng Siqi said old-fashionedly, "I just wrote eight words: City Lord Canglan, fuck your mother!"

As he spoke, he didn't know where these words touched Cheng Siqi, he was out of breath from laughing.

After laughing, he leaned against Wuyan and said, "Did I tell you? When I first came down from the mountain after refining Qi, my father gave me a paper bag and told me to go to Shiwan Dashan. Do a mission."

Insatiable raised his eyebrows slightly.

Cheng Siqi continued: "Who knows, just after I arrived at Shiwan Dashan, the paper bag suddenly exploded, and the fragrant powder sprinkled all over me, which can't be washed away by water purification. The monsters in Shiwan Dashan smelled it Son, it’s like I haven’t eaten in 100 years, and I rushed over with my mouth open.”

"Later, I didn't know how long I had to kill before I broke out. You forced me to practice swords in the mortal world. Compared with this, it's nothing more than a trivial matter."

"The word for sword is war."

Warm cheeks rubbed against the back of his hand.

Wu Yan raised his hand and gently touched Cheng Siqi's head.

On the second day after getting the arrangement, Xie Zhou packed his luggage and left Yanbei City.

Uncle Wang was reluctant to let go, crying and chasing him for two miles in a wheelchair to send his good grandson to him, but in the end he was carried back by the monk of Seventh Girl's family.

Cheng Siqi knew that he was ashamed to see Uncle Wang's family, and hid in the backyard pretending to be sick every day, under the care of Wu Yan in the hospital.

Xu is used to being busy, and when he is free, he is still a little at a loss.

I want to practice sword, but my arm is always sore. I read the sword manual in medical books, but my eyesight is a little dim, and I want to fall asleep after reading it.

Cheng Siqi thought that this kind of depravity would not work, so he dug out some flower seeds from his home, cleared a piece of land in the yard, and started growing flowers and grass.

But Master Cheng Shao was an impatient person.

Before the flowers and plants sprouted, he lost his patience and filled his brains with insatiability. He happily carried a small basket with the old doctor Zhang at the opposite door and went into the mountain to collect herbs.

Then, among the flowers and plants, a small medicine field was planted.

But still, no matter what, he was so angry that he was pressed on the bed, and his ass was spanked.

Cheng Siqi, the boss, was alone. After being beaten, he wanted the old cucumber to be painted with tender paint. He complained aggrievedly: "I'm almost fifty, and you still spank my ass... Can you give me some face at my age?"

"No need."

The old god Wuyan was watering the flowers on the ground, "If you really count, you will be one or two hundred years old, and I am also a few hundred years old. What is the difference between young and old? For me, Young Master Cheng is still the same. Young onions."

When you are old, you will still make people happy.

Master Niancong Cheng raised his eyebrows, very proud, he got up and tidied up the flower garden together with Wuyan.

However, neither of them noticed that when they were clearing up the weeds, a seed that looked like a lotus seed or a tree species fell from the sky at some point, and it happened to hit the bottom of the courtyard wall of Wuyan's house.

A soft sigh dissipated in the wind.

This kind of seed exudes a faint green light, submerged in the wet and soft soil, and quickly grows tender green buds.

The news of Xie Zhou came back half a year later.

A group of people from Jianghu went to the medical clinic for treatment. Speaking of a young boy holding a sword in Canglan City, he dared to humiliate the mayor of Canglan City with bold words.

But in the end, it was not that the city lord's mansion arrested the young man, but the young man held a wooden sword and beheaded both the body-refining warrior and the qi-refining guest of the city lord's mansion, and escaped from the city lord's mansion. kill.

The wooden sword boy became famous in one battle.

Many sword repair sects have thrown olive branches to him.

But this young man was indifferent, and even got into trouble with an inner disciple of the Sword Cultivation Sect, and fell into another fleeing for thousands of miles.But this time, as a mortal, he was chased and killed by a group of monks. Naturally, he was close to death, and it was difficult to distinguish between life and death.

After listening to it tirelessly, I deeply feel that it is not that the family does not enter the house.

Only the sword cultivator of Xuanjianzong can do this kind of effort to pull hatred.

"He was hunted down by monks, even we are helpless." Wuyan said with Cheng Siqi, "Now, we are just mortals."

"It's a bad thing if he is not hunted down by monks."

Cheng Siqi blinked, "If he is not hunted down by monks, he can only be an excellent swordsman, and will not become a swordsman. The spiritual root in his body is too weak, almost non-existent. If he doesn't force his potential once, I'm afraid I've been a busybody all my life."

After listening to Cheng Siqi's hundred ways of practicing swordsmanship, he couldn't bear to know whether it was worse to practice the way of cutting demons or to practice swords.

But in short, in the next ten years, the news about Xie Zhou can be summed up in two sentences, he is killing people, and he is on the way to be hunted down.

But Uncle Wang's family, who were kept in the dark, hugged the letters Xie Zhou sent back every six months from the beginning to the end, happily, not knowing that their big baby had become a legend among others.

In the blink of an eye, it is ten years.

In Yanbei City, new people come and old people go, so many changes.

Wu Yan was sitting on the porch one day, sharpening a walking stick for Cheng Siqi, when he heard a noise coming from the hospital in front of him, as soon as he raised his head, there was a rush of footsteps, accompanied by a trembling shout from the pharmacy clerk at the opposite door: "Mr. Zhang, Mr. Zhang... is gone!"

Insatiable beat his hand, and there was a knife mark on the intact wooden stick.

At the same time, two beams of light came flying from outside Yanbei City.

One of them saw the phantom of Yanbei City in the distance, and couldn't help being surprised: "This is Yanbei City? It looks like a mortal city, and there are only two Qi refining breaths. Such a small city can raise people like Xie Zhou!" A genius?"

The other snorted coldly: "Genius? He still can't take these two words!"

"A genius is one who has never died, and Xie Zhou, from the moment he messed with Senior Brother Zhao, is no longer a genius!" The man said indifferently, "Let's go, capture his mortal parents, see Should he continue hiding, abandon Xiaoyi, or come out and die!"

While speaking, the two had arrived above Yanbei City.

The man with raised eyebrows and erect eyes took out a compass, poured a drop of blood from a porcelain bottle, and dripped it on the compass, and saw the pointer of the compass spinning wildly, and finally slowed down slowly, pointing in one direction.

"Come with me."

The man holding the compass appeared above the carpenter's shop, followed by another man.

The man glanced down, and saw that Uncle Wang and Seventh Girl were running out of the yard in a hurry, towards a medicine shop where white cloth was being hung up.He glanced at the compass again to be sure, the monk sneered, and formed an invisible big hand, about to grab Uncle Wang and the three of them.

But at the moment when the hand fell, another foundation-building wave swept over, mercilessly breaking up the big hand.

"Who?!"

The monk holding the compass was startled, his eyes suddenly turned cold, he glanced around, and finally stopped on a stream of flying light, "May I ask which fellow is it? Wang Peng, an inner disciple of the Feijian Sect, this time is Fei I hope fellow Taoists don't interfere with Jianzong's work."

The streamer came closer and turned into a skinny man with a beard.

Hearing this, the man said coldly: "If you come to my Qimen sect's residence, it's fine if you don't report it, and you still want to do something to ordinary people? You Feijian sect, it's too much."

"Qimen sect!"

Wang Peng's expression changed, he exchanged a glance with the person who came with him, and wanted to argue again, but he could already feel the approach of the other two peaks of Qi refining.

The two of them, one in the mid-stage of Qi refining and the other in the early stage of foundation establishment, have absolutely no chance of winning against the three of Qimenzong.

Moreover, it is a matter of public outrage in the cultivation world to attack mortals.There are really not many people who are as unscrupulous as the Buddha Lord back then, willing to accept the fire of karma.

"Okay, what a Qimen sect! Let's go!"

Wang Peng gritted his teeth and squeezed out a word, then shook his sleeves angrily and left.After all, it was a private matter that had nothing to do with him, and Wang Peng didn't want to offend other sects because of it, so he left quickly after saying harsh words.

As soon as they left, Qi Jing and Yuan Jiaojiao from Qimen Sect arrived.

The two of them bowed to the thin man's master, and then said in doubt: "It's all right, what is Feijianzong doing here in Yanbei? This place has nothing to do with them."

The skinny man chuckled, and said, "You guys, I've been locked up here for a long time. But I don't know that a few days ago, a young young man appeared in the cultivation world. The genius sword repairer who has been around for a long time is fucked."

"This young man's name is Xie Zhou. According to rumors, he is from Yanbei City. He used to be a mere mortal, but he somehow got a chance to activate his spiritual roots. He reached the peak of Qi refining in five years. He is a sword cultivator. .”

"Thank you day?"

Yuan Jiaojiao frowned, and suddenly remembered the gossip she had heard in the past, and said, "I'm dissatisfied with master and brother, I've heard of this young man. It is said that he was a fool who practiced swords. He worshiped a young doctor as his teacher and studied for ten years." A sword, you know how to chop, slash and pierce, and you don't even know a set of sword formulas..."

"Oh?"

The skinny man suddenly became interested.

A person who can teach a genius like Xie Zhou is an unknown little doctor?

Coincidentally, the door of the small medical clinic below opened, and Wuyan and Cheng Siqi rushed out anxiously, Yuan Jiaojiao pointed casually, "Look, Master, that little doctor, the common people respect him very much and call him Yanbeicheng The number one genius doctor, the city lord has seen him several times."

Otherwise, in her capacity, she would not have known such a mortal.

The skinny man followed Yuan Jiaojiao's point of view, and saw a handsome man over fifty years old with gray hair. His arms seemed to be moving awkwardly, and his legs and feet were blurred. He was talking to the people beside him in a daze. If so, nothing special.

"It seems to be just an ordinary mortal."

He looked disappointed.

Qi Jing shook his head and said: "Looking at his actions, he may have a few years of swordsmanship foundation, but unfortunately he is too old. Otherwise, he could be brought into the sect, be a handyman in charge, and teach sword moves. Is the lifespan of a mortal man unbearable? consumption."

The skinny man nodded and left with Qi Jing without stopping any longer.

A crisis was invisible, and all mortals below knew nothing about it.

Cheng Siqi took the old doctor's pulse for the last time, looked at the hand that was withered like a dry branch in front of him, and said in a low voice: "Old man, your life is up, and I can't save it."

Old Doctor Zhang's face was full of defeat.

Hearing Cheng Siqi's voice, he slowly moved his already lax and stiff eyeballs, the two white beards on his lips trembled, and he squeezed out a sentence: "Fuck...fart! You're just... just a quack doctor !"

The old doctor gasped: "Old man... all my life, I've been annoying... you boy! But... but his mother is going to die, without you boy... I, I'm happy... I went..."

The last trace of sound, like light smoke, disappeared completely.

Old Doctor Zhang closed his eyes peacefully.

There was a moment of silence inside and outside the house, and there was the sound of sobbing and weeping and the insatiable and slightly hoarse chanting.

Cheng Siqi stood up, looked out the window, and heard the first firecrackers on New Year's Eve.

Say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.