Xu Xian Is Not A Sword Immortal

In the school Museum.

The curator of the school looked at the fire in the dry pit and frowned: "it doesn't make sense, it's impossible..."

"This book demon was temporarily sealed in the fire by me. How could it simply turn into ash?"

"The book demon is not dead, and there is evil spirit here. It should have been taken away by someone, or it broke its seal and ran away." A man in a black shirt looked around and frowned. He seemed to complain that the curator was too stupid to understand such a simple thing

But I don't dare to carry the book demon with me. In case the curator makes a mistake, doesn't the school have to go on... The curator takes a smoke from the corner of his mouth and says helplessly, "what should I do now?"

"I can't help it. It's a Book demon that can't wait for the stream. The evil spirit is too small."

"You can only wait for it to do something evil. Pay more attention to the students in the school in a few days. Whose body is more and more vain and his face is too pale. It must be that he took the demon book." The man in Black said seriously, as if he had experienced it himself.

"OK, I'll thank immortal here." The middle-aged curator arched his hand and skillfully handed out ten liang of silver.

The man in black shook his head.

Then.

WOW~

A flame rose, and the man, like a paper man, gradually burned into dust.

The curator looked at a handful of ashes on the ground and murmured, "I said why didn't I collect the money? This time, only one painting came and can't take it away..."

………………

Green mountains and green waters, clear wind and light clouds.

Xu Xian collected herbs on the mountain for an hour, but the medicine basket was still not full.

And he put his hands on his hips, padded his feet, looked at the lying cow mountain opposite, and muttered:

"It is said that there are fox spirits in woniu mountain. Ordinary people must not go where to collect medicine, otherwise they will be sucked into the body."

"But the herbs on the two nearby mountains have been picked up by me. The other mountains are too far away."

"Shall I take a risk?"

Xu Xian clenched the iron sword around her waist and thought about the survival probability of meeting monsters.

"Hey, the world is still too dangerous."

"If it weren't for the so-called daliangxian Dynasty, I wouldn't have been so frightened and brave with my martial arts." Xu Xian said a few words, glanced at his medicine basket, and finally made up her mind to go to woniu mountain to have a try.

Yes, even if you can't fight, you should explore the depth of those fox spirits.

"But..."

"I'd better go and see master first."

"After all, the Taoist temple where Master lives is not far from here."

Xu Xian glanced around and muttered, "since there is no one around, just speed up a little."

so

One step, two steps, three or four steps.

About hundreds of steps.

Xu Xian came to a small green mountain seven or eight miles away and went straight to the small broken temple on the top of the mountain.

Into the Taoist temple.

Xu Xian first saluted the painted statue of Sanqing, and then shouted, "master, master, where are you?"

"Shifu, Shifu..." the roar became louder and louder. The leaves outside the Taoist temple kept falling. The Taoist temple was also trembling slightly. There was almost a crack on the wall.

"Come on, stop shouting. Stop shouting."

An old Taoist priest came out with a brush in his hand and looked at him helplessly: "I'm old and can't stand your sudden arrival. I'm afraid you'll send me away one day."

This Taoist, whose name is Xu Xuanping and whose age is unknown, is not very well dressed.

During his ten years of worship, Xu Xian still didn't see any old attitude of his master, and his accomplishments were generally visible.

"How can I? Master's realm is unfathomable. He must live a long life."

Xu Xuan stared at him expressionless, but happily took over a rather heavy hare, "you are a little filial, and you know to bring some wild food for the teacher. You go to pluck your hair at noon and let's bake it."

"Hey, hey, if I don't honor my master, who else can I honor?" Xu Xian smiled and said that when he saw the old Taoist meditating on the futon, he came behind him and beat his back carefully.

Xu Xuanping threw the bound rabbit aside and glanced back at him, "Yo, you've been practicing well recently. You've made some progress."

"Little progress is nothing to mention. The main thing is that master's teachings are always recorded in my heart. Whenever I think of master's church, I will naturally improve." Xu Xian boasted without changing his face.

The master and apprentice are chatting.

Suddenly.

A thousand paper cranes flew from the sky. I don't know if they were tired. When they came to the gate of the Taoist temple, they staggered and fell to the ground as if they were lost.

Xu Xian quickly picked up the thousand paper cranes and handed them over.

When Xu Xuanping picked up the thousand paper cranes, his face became a little ugly.

Half a cup of tea.

Seeing that master was always frowning, Xu Xian asked in a low voice with the same bad face, "master, but what happened?"

"Hiss..."

"Master?" Xu Xian's face changed slightly.

"Hiss... My foot cramps. Come on, help me." Xu Xuanping's painful voice changed. He leaned on the ground with his hands and stretched out his trembling left leg.

"Oh, oh, oh." Xu Xian hurried up to help.

…………

"Master, what's written on the thousand paper cranes?"

"Don't ask children about adults." Xu Xuanping frowned and rubbed his feet.

"Oh, does that matter?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Besides, I don't care." Xu Xuanping shook his head. A string of flames came out in his hand and burned the thousand paper cranes into ashes.

"That feeling is good. Shifu is better than anything without getting involved." Xu Xian said, sitting cross legged on another futon, also meditating on Yungong.

At the age of four, he said he would practice martial arts and sword, and all he learned was Li Gongfu's Kung Fu.

But one day when Xu Xianzheng was four and a half years old, he was robbing two cows of ice sugar gourd on the street with his martial arts

Xu Xuanping, who passed by, fell in love with him at a glance. He immediately grabbed Xu Xian's fate and said he wanted to teach him to practice, but he didn't intend to make him a Taoist.

Since then, Xu Xuanping secretly taught him practice and sword every day, but he was not allowed to tell outsiders.

This teaching.

For 14 years.

Of course, it's not like being a child now. You don't need master's guidance every day.

Xu Xian also vaguely remembered that since he was ten years old, his master came every half a month.

He also said that the master led him into the door and practiced in an individual, so he could not be dependent.

When he was 13 years old, his master only appeared once a month. He basically looked at him... He walked away with disgust on his face. He didn't bother to fart.

Now he is seventeen years old, and master basically doesn't appear at all.

Only when Xu Xian took the initiative to look for it, can he see it.

And this daily meditation practice, Xu Xian is also skilled in breathing

Seeing him falling asleep

Suddenly,

Xu Xuanping interrupted, "apprentice, you said you were a teacher to teach you practice. Is that really good?"

"OK... OK." Xu Xian wiped her saliva and replied with a serious face: "if the master didn't teach me to practice, in fact, the disciple was really afraid that I would die under unknown AOE one day..."

“？” Xu Xuanping slowly put out a question mark and said with great emotion: "but since I teach you to practice, you will become more and more powerful. If one day, you really want to become that kind of immortal..."

"What mentality do you think you will have?"

Xu Xian pondered for two seconds and said in a deep voice: "I will always remember that I once looked up at the perspective of the Sword Fairy in the sky..."

"Those sword immortals who passed by let me understand a truth more or less..."

"That is, if you want to stand high, you must wear more..."

"Yo." Xu Xuanping was stunned. He looked at Xu Xian. He didn't seem to expect that a guy like him who only depended on his face could also tell the truth that "it's too cold to be high".