The sun and the moon pass by, and the white horses pass by, year after year.
In the first year, Tang Zhao studied step by step and made step-by-step progress. Within one year, he learned all the basic talismans, and his internal and external skills steadily improved, and he could be called a "Xia Ke" in a serious way.
In the second year, Tang Zhao began to make his own magic weapons, fully developed plug-ins for glasses, upgraded his martial arts, and replaced various resources with new ones. With the help of plug-ins, his progress suddenly accelerated, at an abnormal speed.
He perfected his internal and external skills, then practiced Xuan Gong, and officially entered the realm of Sanren. In the same year, he began to practice as an intermediate sword and talisman master, and at the end of the year he made a high-quality compound talisman-style magic weapon. He also attracted several senior sisters and brothers to join him.
Opened his first store at the foot of Jiugao Mountain.
In the third year, Boss Tang replaced a large number of magic tools through the store business, and his hands became more abundant, and his progress accelerated again. By chance, he further developed new plug-in functions for glasses, and the speed of progress exploded again. Martial arts, talismans,
Entrepreneurship is progressing at an incredible speed.
Everyone in Zhuoyu Villa was shocked by his unreasonable performance of making progress faster as he went to the back, but time did not just flow for Tang Zhao, everyone else was also experiencing and making progress.
Winter turns to spring, another winter passes, and it’s early spring.
The snow on the mountain is still thick, but the snow below the mountain has melted. The stream flowing from the mountain is covered with fine ice. On the riverbanks on both sides, the grass is new and green, and it seems to be there or not.
On the newly built loess road at the foot of the mountain, a young man in his early thirties was walking in a hurry, taking long strides.
His face was dusty, and he had obviously traveled a long distance, but his speed was still not slow. Although he was just walking, his speed was not inferior to that of a fast horse. He obviously had good dexterity.
Suddenly, a violent cry came from the sky, and the shadow of a raptor passed over Cangxiong.
The young man raised his head when he heard the sound, and his eyes followed the shadow until it reached the sky.
"Whoosh——"
An arrow shot from behind him.
The young man had already noticed it, rolled on the spot, dodged the arrow, turned around, looked at the bushes behind him, and shouted: "Get out!"
Before he finished speaking, five or six men in white robes sprang out from the bushes, half surrounded him, and shouted: "Little thief, you can't run away!"
The young man lowered his voice and said, "I don't want to run away!" With a swipe sound, he pulled out the sword from his waist.
It was a broad sword with a dull metallic sheen. It seemed to be rusty and no longer as sharp as it once was.
The leading man in white robes saw the big sword at a glance and showed disdain on his face, saying: "Little thief, it turns out he is a poor man, no wonder he steals everywhere. Unfortunately, you made the wrong idea to steal from me at Baixiong Mountain. Tai Sui is making trouble."
, What a coward, go ahead and tear him apart!"
Several men in white robes each drew out their swords and rushed forward. Two other men in white robes were rushing to the side, with their hands in their sleeves.
The young man was not afraid and raised his sword to sweep across, first protecting himself and then attacking the enemy with all his might.
There were a large number of people in white robes. Although none of them used swords, they were all very proficient in swordsmanship, and their moves were ruthless and dangerous. They seemed to have coordination with each other such as sword formations.
The young man was forced to panic and suddenly struck the white-robed man's sword directly with his sword.
There was just a cracking sound, and half of the blade flew out, only to be cut off by a sword. It turned out that the giant sword looked ugly, but it was actually a sharp blade. The young man succeeded with one blow, and pursued the victory, splitting the sword left and right.
No one can stop him from making a decisive decision.
The leading man in white robes shouted strangely: "The Qingzi of the idea is sharp, don't be too hard on it! Come out of the dark Qingzi!"
The men in white robes moved aside, revealing the men in white robes rushing behind them. The two men in white robes fluttered their sleeves at the same time, and various hidden weapons flew out like raindrops.
The young man hurriedly stopped his forward momentum, swung his sword to block, provoked left and right, and smashed a lot of them. However, the two white-robed men were in a cunning position, and their hidden weapons covered no blind spots, forcing the young man to the left and right.
It was hard to resist. The young man wanted to rush forward and kill one first several times, but his companions were interfering beside him, so he could not make any progress.
After a while, the young man let out a cry and dropped his left hand, obviously injured.
The man in white robe next to him was overjoyed, and there was another burst of hidden weapons. The young man fought and retreated, and retreated to a big tree on the side of the road. He leaned his back against the big tree, so he didn't have to worry about his back, so he managed to hold on. Not long after, another attack on his leg
After being hit by an arrow, he could stand upright by leaning against the tree trunk.
Seeing that he was going to die, the men in white robes were not in a hurry to kill him. They surrounded him with their swords and shouted: "You little thief, hand over your things and I'll give you a good time."
The young man was still calm at this time and said: "Am I afraid of death?"
A man in white robe sneered: "Trying to be a hero with us? Death couldn't be easier. I'm afraid it won't be that easy. For example, I want one of your eyes first -" he stabbed it with the tip of a knife.
Suddenly, the man in white robe's eyes bulged, as if he was hit hard from behind, and he fell forward.
At the same time, all the people in white robes saw a flash of light, and the man in white robes had fallen to the ground. With so many people and so many angles, no one saw who made the move.
There's a ghost!
These people are all murderers who lick blood with their swords. They have long since disbelieved in ghosts and gods, not even ghosts, but the strange scene in front of them can only make them think it is a ghost.
Woo——woo——
It's that violent cry again.
That's the hoot of an owl!
The owl is also called a mourning bird, specializing in bringing bad news. Although its cry is not very sad, it is full of ominousness. At this time, everyone shuddered even more when they heard it!
One cry of mourning and several flashes of light!
The stream of light seems to come from another world, between the lightning and flint, it has gone from occurring to extinguishing.
Plop! He fell down.
The man in white robes standing in the center was stunned. As he screamed a few times, there were suddenly no more standing people in front of him. He looked around again in a daze, and saw that there was an open space around him, and there was not a single person in sight.
Suddenly, his back hurt, his vision went dark, and he fell to the ground.
Before he died, he lowered his head and saw the gushing blood in front of him. He only had one thought in his mind: Didn't others see the blood? How could I bleed...
The young man pulled out the long sword from the last person, pressed the tip of the sword to the ground, supported his body with all his strength, and said loudly: "Is it the eighth junior brother?"
Someone in the distance shouted: "Senior Brother, it's me."
A boy of fifteen or sixteen years old in white ran over from a distance.
The young man came facing the sun. At first glance, he could not see his face. First, he saw the young man's figure melting into the morning sun, bright and warm.
The young man felt dizzy. He closed his eyes and opened them again, only to see the young man's face clearly.
I saw that the young man had a clear face, a handsome face, and a pair of eyes that were shining and charming. Although he was only above average in height, he appeared to be slender because of his well-proportioned physique. His gentle and scholarly aura could not hide the youthful spirit like the scorching sun.
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The young man didn't dare to recognize him for a moment and said in disbelief: "Ninth Junior Brother?"
The young man hurried to the front and said: "It's me, senior brother, and I can't recognize you after only a year? How is the injury?"
Only then did the young man remember that he had been hit by a hidden weapon, he pressed the wound and said, "It's okay..."
The young man hurriedly cut open his clothes to check the wound. The young man leaned against the tree and said with a smile: "I really can't recognize you. I have only been down the mountain for a year, and it seems like ten years have passed since I left. When I left, I remembered that you were still a child, older than me.
He was half a head shorter, but now that I see him, he has grown a lot, and he is now as tall as me. He is really good, and he looks more like an adult."
The young man Tang Zhao smiled, with a bit of childishness in his smile, showing an expression that he should have if he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and said: "You haven't changed that much, have you? You have indeed grown a few inches taller. Your appearance has not changed much. But, senior brother, you
——" When he saw the haggard look on the young man's face and the gray on his temples, he was shocked and silent for a moment.
That young man was naturally Shi Chunqing, the elder brother of Zhuoyu Villa. He said gently: "Not only have I grown taller, but my martial arts skills have also improved a lot. Just now, the sword arrived before anyone arrived. Is it the skill of sword control?"
Tang Zhao said: "Yes. I just learned it not long ago. I watched you fighting from a distance. I didn't have time to rush over, so I let the sword come first." The stream of light just now was of course the sword light. If you have a magic weapon, you can use it to control it.
Tang Zhao certainly has no shortage of swordsmanship tools.
Shi Chunqing sighed: "It's so fast, so fast. Before I left the mountain, you were still a young knight. You just learned Xuan Gong and haven't developed Gang Qi yet. In one year, you can even master sword control. You should also master Gang Qi.
Alright?"
Tang Zhao nodded. He remembered that his senior brother was not talented enough to learn martial arts and talisman styles at the same time. He only focused on talisman styles. His martial arts never improved and his Gang Qi was not perfected, so he did not mention it to his senior brother. He only said: "It seems like
It's not like the wound is poisonous, so you'd better be careful. Our store is nearby, I'll help you go there to have a rest."
Shi Chunqing frowned and said, "I know your store. But I have to go back to the mountain quickly -" As soon as he finished speaking, his body couldn't support it and gradually collapsed.
Tang Zhao supported him and said: "You were injured a few days ago? Although it healed at that time, the wound has ruptured again and the bleeding cannot be stopped. It must be well bandaged. The store is in front, let's go to the store. I'll
Ask the Eighth Senior Brother to come down the mountain and lend you a hand to go up." After saying that, he couldn't help but pick up Shi Chunqing on his back and run forward. At the same time, a gray owl pounced over and landed on Tang Zhao's head.
Although Shi Chunqing lost blood and was in pain from the wound, her tone was relaxed: "This is Junior Sister's owl. Did she give it to you? I already listen to your words. I just saw it flying by, and I thought it was Junior Sister here."
Tang Zhao also said in a relaxed tone: "It can't be said that it was given to me. It is used in the store. The senior sister also took the position of director in the store, so she sent out a lot of owls for logistics."
Shi Chunqing said: "That's your little shop selling disciples' works? You were still planning it when I left, but now it's open? What's it called? I remember it is -"
At the end of the road, there is a spacious shop, all in red, white and black. The combination is very dazzling. The colors are twisted together, as if they are about to rotate. The sign is actually on the roof, with four big characters - "White jade shines"
". There are three small words "Boutique" below, and there is also a big owl head hanging, with a piece of red grass in its mouth.