[Xianjian + Ancient Sword Colleague] Being a master is also a kind of practice

After leaving the Shouyang City Gate, Xuan Zhen lingered around Huangshan for several days, but his memories of the past were like the river passing away in the east, and he could not turn back. The yin and yang man that Zun asked him to find.Traveling and traveling all the way, I went to many places without knowing it.He has practiced in Kunlun Mountains for 12 years without caring about worldly affairs. Now that he has arrived at the foot of the mountain, he naturally finds many things very strange and interesting. While visiting famous mountains and rivers, he also did a lot of things to eliminate demons and protect the way.However, in more than half a year, most of the land in the Central Plains has been trampled.He originally came from the north, traveled all the way south, and arrived at a small town in the remotest part of the south that day.

It was March, which was late spring, and there seemed to be wisps of warm fragrance in the wind.The front and back of the houses in the small town are all colorful, and the roadsides and courtyard walls are full of phoenix trees, and clusters of newly sprung flowers are pressed on the branches, the fragrance is overflowing, and the ground is crimson.Liu Fengxi is slightly, like a woman's slender hand that is about to stretch out but hesitates. With a little flick, the flowers and branches tremble wildly, and there is a burst of red rain.

Xuan Zhen stepped on the long street paved with bluestone slabs and enjoyed it all the way. He felt that even the shade of drunken flowers would not have such a grand scene. There are these fragrant flowers blooming wantonly, and there are not so many people who appreciate and cherish flowers and plant them.

Along the way, on the way, I saw many men and women of different races with their heads wrapped in Baotou and short jackets. I guess it was because this small town was close to southern Xinjiang, so those southern barbarians came here to exchange some oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar for daily life. Rice grain cloth and the like.These aliens get along well with the Han people in the city, but their customs are quite different from those in the Central Plains. Boys and girls walk around arm in arm, completely disregarding the defenses between men and women.Xuan Zhen glanced sideways and then turned his head away, feeling slightly embarrassed, only felt that he had learned a lot.

After walking around the city for a long time, I suddenly heard the voices of people in front of me, and I arrived at a very lively place.Xuan Zhen raised his eyes and looked around, and saw that although there are many flowers and trees here, the houses are gradually becoming scarce, revealing a very bright and open space. There are many stalls under the trees and on both sides of the road, and there are many small merchants selling there. It turned out to be a market in the city. set.

Xuan Zhen could clearly hear the voices behind many stalls, although they were in Chinese, but a little jerky, and all the stalls were full of exotic goods, and the clothes of those vendors were obviously different from those of other Han people around them. People from other ethnic groups in Xinjiang brought their specialties here to exchange for some money.Xuan Zhen was more interested in these stalls, and stayed in front of the stalls a little longer than other places. When he encountered rare and exquisite toys, he couldn't help but took out his silver taels to buy one or two.

There were also some snacks and miscellaneous foods to buy in the market. Xuan Zhen saw the delicate and lovely pastries on the stall of a Han woman, so he picked up a few and wrapped them into a paper bag, carried them in his hand, and walked to other places, suddenly two or three The child came out from nowhere, and happened to bump into his leg, Xuan Zhen was caught off guard, and naturally developed a surge of inner energy, and bounced the child out, and was about to lower his head to ask, but he didn't want the other two children to get anxious first: "Hutou, hurry up, hurry up, the wooden bird will fly away after a while!"

The child on the ground didn't even care to stare at Xuan Zhen or cry out, he hurriedly got up, and ran to the side with his playmates with the two clumps of dirt on his buttocks.

Xuan Zhen watched the two groups of dusty marks on the child's buttocks running farther and farther away, he was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "Wooden bird?"How can a bird made of wood fly?Such a miracle, I'd like to go and see.Thinking about it, he turned and followed.

After walking not far, I saw a lot of people surrounded by a small stall, and they were all half-sized children. I don't know what is sold inside, but I can only hear bursts of joy and laughter.

"Yeah, fly, fly!"

"This one will go, haha!"

"Fly higher, higher!"

The children standing inside clapped their hands and stomped their feet, excited, while the children squeezed outside were extremely anxious. One of them was very short, and he couldn't see what the children were talking about, so he stretched his neck and bulged his cheeks in anxiety. Jumping up and down, like a duckling standing on coals.Xuan Zhen recognized the two black spots on the child's buttocks at a glance, wasn't it the tiger head that he knocked down?

He smiled slightly, pinched the sword formula with his right hand, and stretched out his left arm to grab the child. He placed the child on his Chunshui sword securely, as if riding a bamboo horse. Floating forward, the child named Hutou widened his eyes, and grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly with a wow, but for a moment, his small face showed a complacent expression, and shouted at his playmates below. Said: "Look, look, I can fly, I can fly higher than that wooden sparrow!"

When the children on the ground heard the yelling of the child above them, they all looked up, and they were both surprised and envious when they saw it.Xuan Zhen smiled and said: "Now you can see it clearly?"

At this moment, an extremely old voice behind those children suddenly let out a sigh, and said, "This... this knight who can hold a sword, can you come forward?"

Hearing this, Xuan Zhen was a little puzzled, but he still flew over the children's heads lightly, and arrived at the other side of the stall without a sound.Those children had seen him send the tiger's head up to the sky with his sword, but seeing that he could fly himself, they clapped their hands and exclaimed.

When he landed on the ground, a small object suddenly struck in front of him, Xuan Zhen hurriedly grabbed it in his hand and took a look, it turned out to be a skylark the size of a palm, its wings kept flapping, but it didn't hear the slightest cry, after a closer look, This skylark is obviously a dead thing, and it is even harder to hold in the hand. It is only painted with a layer of lacquer and carved exquisitely. At first glance, it looks like a real bird.

He swept the stall again, only then did he see clearly that the things on the stall were all wooden objects, including birds, animals, chariots and houses, although they were made of ordinary wood, they were delicate and exquisite. .Just as he was fascinated, a skinny hand like an eagle's claw reached out and took the skylark over. Xuan Zhen glanced sideways, and it turned out that there was a thin old man standing beside him.

The old man had a dark baotou on his head, a short jacket and shorts, and a pair of tattered straw sandals on his feet. He was obviously a foreigner, but his face was full of wrinkles like ravines, and his old eyes were cloudy, making him look rather inconspicuous.

But after all, Xuan Zhen went down the mountain for some days and knew that there are strange people who just like to dress up as ordinary people and walk around, so he didn't despise this old man because of his appearance.What's more, he once heard the elders of the school say that there are some capable people in the world, although they don't understand martial arts and Taoism, they are born with ingenuity and dexterity, and they are very good at mechanical manufacturing. Those who can make exquisite and miraculous mechanisms are what the world calls Yanshi.It's just that no matter what, it's really rare to meet someone in a small remote town in the south.

"I have heard that there are Yanshi people in the world who can make a car that can run without a horse with both hands, and a bird that can fly even though it is a dead thing. I don't want to see it today. It's really lucky." Xuan Zhen said with a smile .

The old man glanced at him with a pair of dim eyes, shook his head and smiled and said: "It's just making some small things to make people laugh. I can't be praised by a knight like this. No matter how high this wooden bird flies, how can it be as good as a knight?" As high as the Shi Yujian soars into the sky?" He looked at Chunshui riding on Hutou, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Xuan Zhen followed his gaze and looked over, wondering: "What's so special about that sword?"

The old man shook his head again: "The sword is naturally a good sword, but what I look at is the thing that falls on the hilt."

On the hilt of Chunshui's sword is used as a pendant, the wooden knife pendant tied around Xuan Zhen's waist when he entered Qionghua. Although it has been used for a long time, it is very wear-resistant. The multicolored silk thread on the knife is still as good as new.Xuan Zhen originally thought that this was just an ordinary plaything, but after going down the mountain, he realized that most of the jade rings tied around the waist of ordinary people are rare. It seems that there is something strange about this wooden sword pendant, and I couldn't help asking: "What's so strange about this sword pendant?"

The old man said: "My eyesight is not very good, I still need to take a closer look before I can make a conclusion. If the knight doesn't mind, can you untie the sword pendant and let me have a look?"

Xuan Zhen naturally didn't mind, waved Chun Shui to him, first hugged the tiger's head and told him to play by himself, then took off the small wooden knife and handed it to the old man.The old man held it in his hand and looked at it over and over again, stroking the shallow lines on the knife with his withered fingers, and after a long time he let out a sigh of relief: "Sure enough... Chivalrous man, this is something from the southern border. "

"What?" Xuan Zhen took the small wooden sword pendant back into his hand and looked at it again and again, feeling greatly surprised in his heart, he never thought that a pendant he had carried with him for many years would be related to Nanjiang.

The old man pointed aside: "Look at the pattern of flowers and plants engraved on the body of the knife? Those are exotic flowers and plants that grow in southern Xinjiang and are used to make poison. There are a few words hidden behind the pattern, all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang Among them, only the black and white witches have created their own characters, and among them, the black witches are the best at using poison, so it seems that this wooden knife was made by a member of the black witches."

Xuan Zhen was even more astonished, and asked: "But I don't know what is written on it?"

The old man shook his head and said: "I'm not from the Black Witch Clan, how can I know their characters? I don't think you, a chivalrous man, look like our Southern Border survivors. Presumably, being able to get this thing is also related to my Southern Border. It doesn’t hurt to talk a little bit about the southern border.”

Xuan Zhen hurriedly cupped his hands again: "Thank you, old man, Xuan Zhen will certainly listen with all ears."

"Well, your name is Xuan Zhen? Han people's names are really weird." The old man grinned, showing a few yellow teeth in his mouth, "My surname is Huo, and everyone in the clan calls me Huo old man. Although the survivors of southern Xinjiang live in the deep mountains It has not been seen for thousands of years, but it is not the generation of ruthless people who drink blood in the eyes of the Han people, and the uncivilized people. What is passed down in our blood is the legacy of Empress Nuwa. Although all survivors believe in Empress Nuwa, but thousands of years ago Over the past hundred years, there have been many differences among each other. The tribes lived together separately, and gradually lost contact with each other. Some witch tribes gradually disappeared, and some witch tribes gradually became stronger. The black witch and the white witch They are the two most powerful tribes among the tribes in southern Xinjiang today, but the Black Wu tribe is strong because they are good at raising Gu and using poison, while the White Wu tribe is strong because of the descendants of Nuwa in the past."

"Nuwa's descendants? Can gods leave offspring?" Xuan Zhen wondered.

The old man smiled and said: "It's just a rumor. Some witches believe it, but some witches don't believe it. However, I heard that there are some strange things about the descendants of Nuwa. It is said that they are quite similar to the statues of Nuwa Empress left in ancient times. There are some similarities, but whether it is true or not is still uncertain. After all, I only know these legends because I often go out of the village and walk around."

Xuan Zhen nodded slowly, and asked again: "Which clan is that troublesome old man?"

The old man pondered for a while and said: "It's okay to tell you, I come from the spirit witch clan, and I live in a place called Wumeng Linggu. As for other things, I can't say more because of the family rules."

There are many mountains in southern Xinjiang, many of which are unknown, even if they have names, only those who live nearby know them. When Xuan Zhen first came here, he had never heard of the place name of Wumeng Linggu, and he didn't care about it at the moment. Let it go.Huosou also briefly talked about other deeds of the survivors, and Xuan Zhen was very knowledgeable. It turns out that among the tribes in the southern border there is still a wizard. The people of the clan can intervene in all matters of the clan, and most of the witch clan are like the Lingwu clan where the old man is. Without the permission of the witch Zhu, they are not allowed to leave the village without authorization. If they leave the village, most of them are just to go to the Han people Buy some supplies.The tribes have no contact with each other and know little about each other. It is very rare for someone like Huosou who can roughly know something about other tribes.

Xuan Zhen listened fascinatedly, rubbing the small wooden knife lightly with his fingers, his heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself: This pendant comes from Nanjiang... Nanjiang... Could it be that my past has something to do with Nanjiang?