In March, the spring in the south of the Yangtze River is already in spring, but in the northern border, the snow is cold and the cold is frozen.

In the secluded green mountains where the ice and snow melt and the rivers are shallow, it is a beautiful scene. Winter has not passed, spring has come, and early spring and winter alternate, revealing a charm of girlish feelings. Even the grass in the soil is exploring the greenery, looking for the breath of spring.

A stream flows by and a beach falls down. The stubborn stones entrench on the beach, sand and soil are mixed. The sound of the stream flowing is like the symphony of spring. The "ding Dong" is played continuously, making everything you see in front of you rejuvenate.

Under the willow tree by the stream, a burly man was sitting in a very indecent manner. He had a thin black orchid jacket and green trousers made of coarse cloth. At this moment, fresh soil was stuck. If there was no mistake, he should have just returned from the ground. In this secluded Shanluogu village, there were not many things that could be used for entertainment except farming.

The strong man sat under the tree. Although his posture was indecent, his artistic conception was quite leisurely. He held a homemade fishing rod and hung in the water. His eyes narrowed slightly. At this moment, he was silent. Seeing his thick eyebrows frowned slightly, he seemed to be disturbed by something, and a little displeasure emerged.

A figure appeared strangely, and he didn't see where he came from. When he saw him, he had already arrived in front of him, as if he had been standing there and had never moved.

The person who came was an old man, or simply an old Taoist, wearing an old and tattered Taoist robe, with messy and undecorated hair. People could not help but think of beggars. If they saw such a person in the bustling city, kind people would give a few coins to show their sympathy.

But the strong man did not sympathize with the old man, but said in a very unhappy manner: "Stinky Taoist, you have disturbed me from fishing again."

The old man's eyes flashed, but he didn't care about the man's attitude. Instead, he smiled and said, "Jing Mu, I'm a little embarrassed, so I'll pay you two."

The old man approached the stream, waved his palms and bounced his fingers. The stream was immediately stirred and rolled. Two thick wild fish had been sucked up and flew towards the shore.

But suddenly two stones popped out, and the stream calmed down instantly. The energy on the two fish disappeared and returned to the stream, and was lucky enough to save a life.

"Don't give me this trick. I've told you a long time ago that I'm not interested in engaging in your evil things. There's no nonsense between me and you. You can get out as far as you go, don't bother me."

A strong man was really rude to an old man in such a tone, but the old Taoist had been living close to a man for five years. He really knew this guy's temper so he was not angry. Moreover, the two stones just now had already surprised him, and he felt the sword energy.

He asked in a hurry: "Jingmu, you have cultivated the innate sword energy!"

Xi Jingmu grinned, revealing her white teeth as white as jade, and formed a strong contrast between black and white with her black and yellow face and messy stubborn. At this moment, he shouted disdainfully: "The innate sword energy is nothing. If it weren't for the good wine you brewed by yourself, I'd have been with me for five years, I'd drive you three old monsters away. I said you really wouldn't die if you weren't the Yellow River."

The three old monsters are three old monsters, one Tao, one monk, and one nun.

Of course, Tao is the old Taoist Xie Tian in front of you. Don’t look at this guy’s miserable and sad look. If the urban warriors knew about his existence, there would have been many people who have traveled thousands of miles to learn from his masters.

According to this guy's own brag, he has two kinds of self-satisfaction skills. One is of course brewing wine. Xi Jingluo agrees that he has drunk a lot in the past few years, but the other is the so-called arithmetic of fortune. As he said, he can calculate his past and present lives, but Xi Jingmu has always believed that this immortal thing is always bragging, and it is not illegal and he can brag as much as he wants. It is very shameless.

The so-called monk is Master Kongkong. Master Kongkong really doesn’t know what words to use to describe him. You say that you are a monk, eating vegetarian food and chanting Buddha’s name is a matter of being a serious matter. What is the cycle of reincarnation in the past and paying for debts in this life, and even saying that he owes a lot of love debts, which is simply fart. Since he named Kongkong, it means that all four elements are Kong. However, according to the monk himself, the reason why he named Kongkong was that he had nothing, had no money, and had no power, so he named Kongkong.

What is empty is clearly the six senses that are not pure, and they are more secular than ordinary people, so Xi Jingmu is often called him a demon monk.

As for one of the three demons, is an old woman or an old witch who has the ability to keep her face.

It is reasonable to say that two men, Taoist and monk are so ragged. As for men, life like this is a kind of heroic spirit, but that old nun, you, are you a woman, why are you joining in the fun? It is just unexpected that this old nun is more heroic than two fellow Taoists.

According to the old nun, she is from Xuefeng, Tianshan, and has two introductory disciples. According to her own sarcastic words, they are all beautiful and charming, and have said temptingly that as long as Xi Jingmu promises to become a Xuefeng disciple and join the world on behalf of the ancestors, these two so-called beautiful disciples are not only his junior sister, but also his love sisters, but also all the female disciples in Xuefeng Mountain can be selected by him.

Such words were simply not said by a master. Xi Jingmu has called her the old witch since then.

The old Taoist's face was full of envy and his heart was shocked, but he did not show it. He knew that the legendary dragon power must have been attached to the man in front of him. Over the past five years, he has watched this guy grow step by step, becoming stronger and stronger, and becoming more and more unfathomable.

After losing eight years ago, he lost everything. At this moment, the Emperor Star is about to appear. Perhaps, he should have entered the world as well.

After enduring the misery of eight years, leaving the prosperous city, and coming to this secluded mountain fall, he went from a proud young man at the peak to the peasant elder brother at this moment. Xi Jingmu's tolerance was shocked, even the three demons were shocked, so he waited hard for the past five years, hoping to use the power of the heavenly fortune and dragon to carry forward the sect and prosper for a hundred years.

It’s just a pity that this man did not have any interest. For eight years, he was still him, and no one could control his thoughts. It was like a sword. Although it was hidden in the scabbard, it had already exuded the charm of a famous sword.

After a faint sigh, the old Taoist disappeared, and intermittent laughter came to Xi Jingmu's ears.

Not far from the willow tree are two connected wooden houses and a row of fences, which look like the ancient paradise of famous people living in seclusion. In front of the hut, a small road extends southward, as if it is endless and has no end.

But at this moment, two figures came from this small path, one big and one small.

The adult is a woman, about twenty-four or five years old, slender and pretty, mature and elegant, with long black hair draped behind her shoulders, and a pair of black-framed glasses, but she showed her bright and wise eyes. In the blink of an eye, she seemed to have a quiet and intelligent spirit. At this moment, she was holding a little girl in her hand, whispering softly, and the two seemed to be saying something in a low voice.

The young man is also a woman, just a little girl. She looks seven or eight years old and looks very white and cute. Her round eyes are flickering at this moment, and it is even brighter than the stars in the sky. She is a girl because there is a small schoolbag on her back. A grasshopper made of green branches is hanging on the schoolbag. It looks very realistic. At this moment, as she jumps and walks around, the grasshopper seems to have lived, and then jumps and jumps, which is very pleasant.

Two women, one big and one small, walked towards the hut, no, they should be said to be strong men fishing silently by the stream.

Before the people approached, the cry had already come.

"Dad, I'm back. Is there anything delicious?"

The little girl's call was very crisp, like a oriole in March, making people never get tired of listening.

But the man by the stream frowned even more violently, his body shook slightly, and the fishing rod in his hand was instantly pulled up. A heavy wild crucian carp had dehydrated and bounced desperately on the fishing rod, and finally fell into the sand. He lost hope of escape. The man who turned away the rod pinched his tail and lifted it up.

"Dad, what a big fish, I can have a big meal again tonight-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

A man and a woman. Although a man has a look of wind and frost on his face, he has a proud and unyielding attitude, and seems to be indomitable to life. In his thirties, he is the most vigorous years in his life.

The woman is in her prime and beautiful. At this moment, the two stand side by side, facing the sunset, like a couple, in the sky and the ground, perfectly matched with each other, and with a cute and smart little daughter, she is simply the warmest family in the world.

But unfortunately, they are not a family.

"Teacher Ye, you are here, hurry up and sit in the room, Ling'er, don't pour tea for the teacher." The man showed a passionate and polite expression, but in the eyes of Teacher Ye, he was a little disappointed.

Xi Ling'er was very clever and seemed to see it. She immediately said, "Dad, Teacher Ye is leaving. My classmates and I can't bear to part with Teacher Ye?"

Xi Jingmu instantly calmed down, and then smiled and said, "It's really hard to work here in remote mountains and wilderness. Teacher Ye shouldn't have come here at first. Working from sunrise and resting from sunset. This shouldn't be Teacher Ye's day. Leaving here may not be a good thing."

A sad look surged on the pretty Wen Yu's face. Teacher Ye looked up and said, "This time I go back, I guess I'm going to get married and I will never come back again. Do you really want me to leave?"

Eight years ago, he came here, five years ago, three demons came here, and three years ago, this woman came here.

Her name is Ye Qingying, and she is a substitute teacher who came here from a prosperous city. The arrival of this woman has caused a sensation in the small mountain village. Over the years, there have not been many teachers, but such a beautiful female teacher is still the first one.

This is a woman with a story. When Xi Jingmu first saw Ye Qingying, she felt this way. However, after three years of getting along, the two became friends because of Xiaoling's medium. However, Xi Jingmu never asked about her.

Some things cannot be asked, and once you ask, it will become troublesome.

However, some things are really out of control. This woman gradually changed and she came to this hut more and more times. Until now, she will come every week during holidays, and she will almost treat it as her home.
Chapter completed!