Legend of Swordsman Chapter 1565: The fairy goes down

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A dazzling light suddenly rises from the inside of the building. This light is too dazzling. It is definitely the brightest light this young man has ever seen.

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

"Is that what the mother said is the fairy?" 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 guy in front of himself with interest, and saw the big watery eyes of the latter with a happy heart.

If it is at the peak, it is no exaggeration to say that he is a **** in this heavenly secret territory 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 lie, 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 am." 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.

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

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

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

In the bamboo house, there is a middle-aged woman and a four-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 traveler by name. Well, my name is clean." 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 alone in this mountain? You are not afraid to meet a horse thief?" Chen Hu's mother said.

"Horse thief?" Jian Wushuang frowned.

"Well, our mountain is very large. There are hundreds of villagers like our Chenjiazhuang. Of course, there are also many horse thieves in this mountain. These horse thieves are looted all year round. Who would not give them money? They will be met with their poisonous hands. The tiger 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 hasn't eaten yet. I just prepared the meal. The old gentleman came here for a bite." Chen Hu's mother invited and smiled.

"Dining?" The sword has no two-sided color, which is weird.

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

As for eating to fill the 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.

Rice tea light rice.

Ke Jian Wushuang is eating with relish.

It ’s night after dinner, and the moon is empty.

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

"Mortal people are indeed weak compared to 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 slight smile, Jian Wushuang closed his eyes.

Overnight.

In the early morning, the sky is bright, and this peaceful Zhuangzi is already lively. A large number of men in Zhuangzi have appeared on the small campus in the most central area. They took out their own weapons and practiced. Some are guns, but most of these guns are wooden lances, made of metal, but only owned by a few people.

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

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

Unfortunately, the people in this Chenjiazhuang are just ordinary people. They use the power of ordinary people. The strongest is no more than a hundred pounds, but there is not even a warrior.

"Hah! 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. Tiger Health.

For a long time, everyone gathered to finish gymnastics, and the next thing is to practice at will.

"Tiger, come here." Jian Wushuang beckoned.

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

After one night, Chen Hu also knows that Jian Wushuang is not an old god, but he still has 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 dad, he also used guns before, and the marksmanship is very high." Chen Hu said.

"How tall?" Jian Wushuang asked.

"Few of us in Zhuangzi are comparable to him anyway." Chen Hu showed his pride, but followed the look but moved. "Mr. Old, do you know how to shoot?"

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

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

It can be his state, even if it is only a trace of understanding, it is estimated that in the territory of Qingtian Secret, it is all at the master level.

"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 from Zhuangzi come 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'm not a warrior, but I do know a little about marksmanship."

"It's great, old man, can you help me see, I made these shots myself."

A tiger-bearded man said in surprise, and then immediately launched the three-style marksmanship he had created before Jian Wu double-sided.

(End of this chapter)