MTL - The Green Gourd Sword Fairy-Chapter 5 Mixed work

　　 After speaking, the old monk turned and walked towards the inner courtyard. Although Liang Yan had doubts in his heart and deliberately asked each other, seeing that he had no intention of answering at all, he had no choice but to give up and walk with the old monk.

　　 In the inner courtyard, the two stood opposite each other.

　　 "Amitabha Buddha, the person who killed your father has already put the law, and the remaining person is just a blind man, and he did not actually take action. Can't you let go of your grievances and devote yourself to cultivating the Tao?"

　　 "What is my Dao? It turns out that the old monk still came to be a lobbyist. Since this is the case, there is no need to say more. If the hatred of killing my father is not shared, how can I not report it?!"

　　 The old monk had long regarded Liang Yan as his half of his disciple, and wanted to call him at this time, but after hearing this, he couldn't help but secretly annoyed and cursed in his heart: "What a **** boy."

　　 The two were speechless for a while, and stood opposite each other in this inner courtyard. Suddenly, the old monk raised his right hand and stretched his index finger to Liang Yan's forehead. Liang Yan suddenly felt a tingling pain, and the instinctive reaction was to reach out to block it.

　　 But the next moment, Liang Yan had a formula that appeared out of thin air in his mind. It was mysterious and obscure, and it seemed to be a way of practicing Qi by luck. Liang Yan understood in his heart that this was the old monk who was preaching his method, and he immediately stood with his hands and did not fight.

　　 After a while, the old monk withdrew his right hand, and a complete formula also appeared in his mind. Liang Yan took a deep breath, his knees sank, and he was about to kneel down to worship the teacher.

　　 The old monk stretched out his hand and dragged him, suddenly an invisible force rose up, holding his legs and couldn't kneel down.

"You don't need to be polite. What I teach you is just a rough and shallow skin, the method of getting started. I have said first, I am not your master, and you are not my apprentice. In the future, you will not be able to match your master and disciple. Do you understand? "

　　 Liang Yan was stunned for a while, and could only nod in a daze.

　　 "You go out and say hello to the people outside, and we will set off right away."

　　 "Where are we going?"

　　 "Go find an old person."

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　　 Liang Yan is full of doubts at this time, why the old monk teaches the immortal law but is not worthy of his master and disciple. After thinking and thinking about it, I didn't understand it, but he had returned to the lobby from a moment of ecstasy.

　　 Suddenly a fragrant wind blew her face, and she saw a little girl with double braids on her head, a charming and gentle little girl who had trot all the way to the front.

　　 She took Liang Yan's hand, and said in a half-pleading tone: "Brother Liang, you just follow me to the capital to stroll around, the capital is fun."

　　 "That won't work, I have other things to do now."

　　 Wan'er looked disappointed, her little face was full of grievances, but she still insisted: "Then you promise, you must come to the capital to see me in the future."

　　 Liang Yan said absently.

　　 Wan'er's face turned from rain to clear, and she laughed out loud, and at the same time stretched out her right hand and hooked her little finger on Liang Yan.

　　 "Then we have made an agreement, hang on the hook, no change for a hundred years!"

　　 Liang Yan reacted and looked at Wan'er in a daze. His face blushed for no apparent reason, and this time he made a serious "um".

　　 Wan'er seemed to have heard the happiest thing in the world, her pretty face turned red and she was really cute. At this time, there was a call from Lin Ziqing from outside the courtyard, and Wan'er reluctantly let go of her little hand and walked outside, looking back from time to time.

　　 "You must come to the capital!"

Liang Yan nodded silently and looked out. The woman in red had already packed up with everyone. She carried Wan'er into the carriage and was ready to go on the road. Seeing Liang Yan's gaze, she also nodded to him. As everyone left slowly.

　　 Liang Yan was silent for a moment, turned back to the inner courtyard, and said to the withered figure: "Old monk, let's go too."

　　............

　　 Winter goes to spring, and a year passed in a blink of an eye.

　　 A motorcade was stationed on a dense jungle trail on this sunny day.

　　 A young scholar dressed as a scribe in the motorcade, holding an ink folding fan in his hand, shook his head and recites poems, seemingly intoxicated himself.

　　 In the back row of the motorcade, a middle-aged man with the appearance of a housekeeper frowned and looked disgusted. The person next to him said, "Housekeeper Lu, this young master is getting more and more uncomfortable. The **** of this poem is not clear."

　　 "Huh, the young master is young and playful and doesn't like to read books. He prefers to find the chivalrous people in the downtown area and get the immortals. I don't know how many mountains and temples I have visited over the years."

"Isn't it? The old monk I met on the road yesterday, I don't know which temple it is, and he brought a little apprentice. Seeing his skin and bones, he looks like an eminent monk. The young master has to get off the car and give him a courtesy. Taking them on the road together, offering them delicious food and drink along the way, it's just a idiot."

Steward Lu coughed: "Okay, don't talk about it anymore. You don't know the young master's temperament. You prefer these high-ranking monks." When it comes to the four words of the high-ranking monks, he deliberately increased his tone and his eyes turned back. An old monk sitting cross-legged looked over, and the sarcasm was self-evident.

　　 paused and said, "The young master has been very much loved by his wife since childhood. Those of us who are subordinates should do our best, and don't talk about it!" When everyone heard it, they nodded hurriedly and said yes.

　　 At this moment, a Tsing Yi swordsman in the front row of the convoy suddenly shouted: "All guard!"

　　 One stone stirred up a thousand waves. The dozen or so guards who were eating dry food almost simultaneously drew out their weapons and formed a circle with a guarded look.

　　 There was a strange laugh from among the woods: "Jie Jie! The kid reacted very cleverly."

　　 Then a sturdy man walked out from behind the tree, carrying a large copper hammer of dozens of kilograms on his shoulders, followed by four reckless bandits, one with a knife, one with an axe, and the other two with a sword.

　　 Seeing the appearance of the five people clearly, the swordsman in Tsing Yi shook his heart as if he had been hit hard. Then he clasped his fists and smiled bitterly: "It turned out to be the five tigers of the five tigers and three wolves of Fengyun Village.

　　 "Haha, Little Wawa has some insights. Knowing that I am waiting for a big name, but I have not rushed to hand in the gold and silver, we can't do the rush to kill, hand over the money, so I will wait for a way out."

　　 The swordsman in Tsing Yi was depressed. If the five tigers meet one-on-one, he would not be sure of victory. Now that the five tigers are there, although he has many men, he is not the enemy of these people. If you really fight, no one can survive.

　　 But there is something important in the car, which is the order of the city lord himself, and there is nothing wrong with it. If it is given with both hands, the city lord will be held accountable after returning to the city. It is impossible for me to survive, and it is difficult for the old mother, wife and children in the city to escape crime.

　　 "It seems that only the power of everyone can be used to fight. I took the thing away in the chaos. Well, if the situation permits, I will also take away the concubine of the city lord."

　　 Tsing Yi swordsman thought in his heart, but the five tigers over there were waiting impatiently. In particular, the reckless bandit with the knife was impatient. Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, he shouted: "Big brother, this kid, mother-in-law, is lucky enough, let me cut off a few heads first."

　　 Without waiting for an answer, he rushed to a guard, swung a knife and slashed. How could the guard have seen this speed, and he drew his sword to block it in a panic, Ping! The swords intersected, the long sword broke at the sound, and the broad sword was wiped toward the guard's neck without reducing the remaining force.

　　 Seeing that he was about to separate his body and head, the corpse was on the spot, and the sword suddenly stopped and stopped an inch in front of his neck, unable to move forward anymore.

When everyone looked up, there was a teenage boy in black clothes and black hair standing on the knife, with a branch on his right shoulder, and half of a wild boar inserted in the branch, which turned out to have just been hunting and barbecue. The look back.

The bandit with the knife was sweating profusely, and tried to pull the long knife back with the enthusiasm for milking, but the long knife seemed to be nailed in the air, motionless, and couldn't help being shocked. He cried out: "Big brother, ideas are tied. Brothers stand side by side!"

　　 Someone in the convoy approached the Tsing Yi Swordsman and whispered: "Chief, do we want to go up and help?"

　　 Tsing Yi Swordsman pondered slightly: "Don't worry, this kid didn't show his mountains and water before. Obviously he wanted to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. Let's watch the changes first and see his strength."

　　 When talking here, the five tigers have already swarmed.

The gangster who made the hammer rushed from the front with the copper hammer in his hand, and the one who made the axe had already walked around silently behind him, preparing for a slaying blow, and the two tigers who made the sword were brothers. , The two double swords combined rarely failed. At this time, the two used a combined attack, attacking the black-clothed boy one left and the other right.

　　 The black-clothed boy didn't seem to be worried. Instead, he untied a yellow wooden gourd from his waist and took a sip with his head up. Then he turned over and leaped up, and the gangster with the knife was free. He was delighted and swung the knife back at the young man.

　　 The young man was in the air, not in a hurry, his left leg flew in the air, and with a "pop!", he drew it on the face of the gangster with the knife. The knife-wielding gangster flew out like a leftover leaf in the wind, crashing into a huge boulder, his face was **** and bloody, he was breathless on the spot.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the young man turned his waist and turned his head. He opened his mouth and sprayed a white mist, which seemed to be the drink he had just drunk. The target was the gangster behind him with an axe. The gangster's expression changed and he hurriedly swung his axe to resist.

　　 But the white mist was as fast as lightning, hitting him instantly, chick chick, like a hundred needles piercing through paper, countless blood holes appeared on the culprit's body, and the anger in his eyes quickly passed away, and he was sprayed to death by the boy with a sip of drink.

　　 The boy spouted this drink in the air, his figure fell, and his right foot landed on one foot, like a circle of transparent ripples spreading from his feet. The two tigers, who used their swords to the left and right, suddenly felt a great force coming from under their feet, and instantly broke the heart pulse of the two of them. The two of them still maintained the action of sharp swords and stabs, and took two steps forward. Kan walked up to the boy, tilted his head and fell to the ground and died.

　　 The black-clothed boy had only one effort to stand up in the air, kicking one person to death, spraying one person to death, and shaking two people to death. All this is a long story, but in fact, it only takes a few breaths, and the five tigers have gone out of four. Only the big tiger who made the hammer had just arrived in front of him, seeing this scene in front of him, he was really horrified, turned his head and ran, the boy in black gave him a chance, rushed forward and punched his life.

　　 The boy in black had cleaned up the five tigers, and the remaining people in the convoy looked at each other, and did not dare to make a sound. This boy had such a terrifying method. If he had malicious intentions on them, I am afraid that none of them would survive.

　　 Tsing Yi swordsman, touched the sweat beads on his head, stepped forward to please the young man with a fist, and was about to speak.

　　 An old voice came from the back row of the team, saying: "These people are just making money and not killing them. You don't keep alive when you come up. After all, it's a bit too much."

　　 The black-clothed boy squinted his eyes and said lightly: "These five people were born in a bandit village, and there must be accomplices nearby. Let them go today, and will attract more robbers in the future. Isn't it annoying?"

　　 This black-clothed boy is naturally Liang Yan, and behind the car is the old monk who passed his formula that day. As if there was no one beside the two, they asked and answered questions here, but no one dared to interrupt. The old monk seemed to have known his character a long time ago, and he said nothing when he finished speaking. Liang Yan ignored him, and climbed into a carriage on his own, tearing off the wild boar's leg and chewing.

Everyone outside the car looked at each other, and the leading Tsing Yi swordsman coughed: "We can't speculate about the actions of high-ranking people. Since they are willing to stay in the car, we don't bother too much." Then he ordered to the person on the right: "Let the order go on. No one is allowed to approach the last two carriages!".

　　 "Yes!" The man received the order and immediately passed the order back.

　　 After some rest, the convoy began to head south again. What they didn't know was that in the early morning of the third day, when passing a verdant mountain, two figures quickly left the convoy.

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　　 At the foot of Cui Mountain, there are two figures, one old and one young, walking slowly, it is Liang Yan and the old monk.

　　 Seeing the sun rise, the old monk walked towards a boulder on the side of the road unhurriedly, and after sitting cross-legged, he said to Liang Yan: "Go ahead, do today's homework."

　　 Liang Yan pouted his mouth and walked to the side of the road, standing on one foot with his left foot, hooking the ankle with his right foot, hanging his upper body backwards in the air, supporting his left hand and arching his right hand. This posture is really weird, but Liang Yan seems to have been training for a long time, only closing his eyes and keeping this posture unchanged.

　　 So about an hour passed. Liang Yan changed another posture. This time it was even more bizarre. He even fell face down, holding his head with his left hand inverted, and holding his left knee with his right hand.

　　 If someone passes by and sees it, they must be pointed at them, but Liang Yan has long been familiar with it. In fact, he has been trained in this way throughout the year.

　　 Since a year ago, the old monk took him out of the teahouse, he used his great magical powers to entrain him into the body, helping him enter the first level of Qi training, and he was officially embarking on immortal cultivation.

　　 But since then, the old monk has not taught him fairy magic and secret techniques as Liang Yan imagined. It just taught him eight weird poses. These eight postures can be said to violate human habits, and they are as awkward as they are. The old monk asked him to practice every day until he remembered the eight postures thoroughly and the details were not bad at all. Then he asked him to pose in a weird posture, UU reading www.uukanshu.com according to the unknown formula he taught in his mind for luck.

At the beginning, Liang Yan had also questioned it, but after a few days after he put on a weird posture and followed the formula for luck, he discovered that the bones and flesh all over his body seemed to be reborn. During running and walking, he had more infinite strength, and he gave up when he was happy. Questioned.

　　 These postures taught by the old monk are too weird, and the old monk never talks to him in detail, but only urges him to practice. Liang Yan was angry, so he randomly named these postures. For example, the two were named "Snooze Phase" and "Rolling Phase" by him at the beginning, as well as "Surfing Street Phase" and "One Punch Phase".

　　 The young man concentrated on practicing, the old monk closed his eyes and meditated. After the two were silent for a long time, Liang Yan finally finished work, and the old monk slowly stood up, nodded at him, and turned and walked up the mountain.

　　 Liang Yan felt instinctively that this time he came to Cuishan, the old monk seemed to have something in his heart, but he never said much, and Liang Yan didn't like to ask more, so he had to quickly follow up.

　　 After walking on the mountain road for a long time, Liang Yan suddenly said: "Old monk, you have taught me for a year. Now you can tell me, what kind of exercises did I practice?"

　　 "Hunfu Gong." The old monk said without looking back.

　　 Liang Yan was taken aback when he heard the words, and then immediately reacted, knowing that he was irritated by the posture he had taught him to mess up the name. I couldn't help clapping my hands and laughed: "Wonderful, seconds! Your practice is not a busy street curse, or you are rolling all over the floor, a lively street gangster, saying that it is a gangster, that would be more appropriate! Hahaha !"

　　 Liang Yan laughed for a long time, seeing no response from the front. Finally couldn't help asking: "Old monk, what are we doing here in Cuishan?"

　　 The unhurried voice of the old monk came from the empty mountain road

"Find someone."