Great Blue Night Watchman

To the east of Dachuan Kingdom, there are vast mountains and clear water flowing eastward.

Yunxi Sect, built on the top of thousands of mountains, is full of high pavilions, with green orioles flying across the sky, and the atmosphere is endless.

Behind the huge sect square, there is a small slope with an ancient pavilion. However, contrary to the bustling sect, it is as quiet as night.

This pavilion is called "Tao Dao Pavilion". Disciples of the sect who have any questions about their practice can go to the pavilion and ask questions. The previous guardians of the pavilion are all the top elders in the sect who are most proficient in various classics. True understanding is better than ten years of hard practice.

It was just noon at this moment, and a direct disciple stood respectfully in the pavilion, listening to the old and soothing voice discussing Taoism behind the bamboo curtain: "The "Broken Sword Jue" you have understood has not been completed for three years, because the direction is wrong. The Broken Sword is not a sword that cuts off the enemy, but a secret to cultivate the 'sword spirit', the essence of which is the eight characters: macro pulse, expansion of qi, relaxation of instrument, and timing of movement, which need to be understood carefully."

The disciple was slightly startled: "Third Elder, the "Broken Sword Jue" recorded by the disciple only has the essence of the six words "Hongmai", "Zhangqi" and "Shuqi", but there is no word 'Duji', but why?"

"Nonsense!" the elder scolded: "The essence of the eight characters of "Broken Sword Art", the first six characters are the foreshadowing, and the last two characters are the direction. The so-called 'duji' is to integrate the energy of the whole body with the sword in the hand... "

After some explanation, the confusion in the disciple's eyes turned into surprise.

The bell in the pavilion rang gently, which represented the end of the discussion. The disciple bowed to the bamboo curtain, took out a package and gently placed it on the desk, walked out of the Taoist Pavilion, bowed again at the door, and stepped into the air. Get up and return satisfied.

As soon as he disappeared, the bamboo curtain gently opened, revealing the face of a young man.

This man was about seventeen or eighteen years old, handsome and handsome, with extremely smart eyes. He looked around vigilantly, grabbed the package on the chopping board, and got out from behind.

Behind is a small courtyard. There is a girl in the small courtyard. This girl is about twelve or thirteen years old. Although she has not yet grown, her eyebrows are picturesque and her nose wrinkles up when she smiles, just like a little princess in a fairy tale.

The little girl ran over: "Brother, no one noticed, right?"

"How is that possible? My acting skills are already perfect." The young man scratched the tip of her nose and took out the package.

The contents of the package rolled out, including a large amount of white silver, and a pheasant.

When the girl saw this ingot of silver, her eyes turned green and she hugged her: "Wow, five taels!"

"Go save it!"

The little money fan picked up the silver, ran to her room, and pulled out a pottery jar from under the bed, which jingled, indicating that the newly acquired five taels of silver had been put into their small treasury.

The girl ran out excitedly: "Brother, you are already half a child! I didn't expect that the master had only been away for ten days, and he had deceived so much."

"What do you mean by lying?" The young man glared at her: "I have corrected you several times. This is called guidance from famous teachers...reasonable charges!"

"Well, well, brother's deception is very reasonable..." The girl nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Brother, what do you want to do with the money?"

"What are you doing with this money? What a good question!" The young man looked at the horizon at a 45-degree angle: "Normally, when men save money, they just buy cars and houses to collect gifts, but in this damn place, Subverted, I just want to collect some travel expenses and go down the mountain to have a look."

The girl was suddenly startled: "The elder will not allow you to go down the mountain. You have been specifically told to do so."

"I know, but... what can I do if I don't go down the mountain?" The young man sighed: "This is a practicing sect. Everyone is practicing and enlightening. I am a person with no Taoism. What can I do here? What? After a few years, I probably won’t even be able to defeat the rabbit in my sect..."

The girl raised her head and said seriously: "Brother, don't say that. In Xiaoyao's eyes, you are very, very amazing. Look at the disciple who came today. He is wearing purple clothes. He is a direct disciple. It's not the same." Are you making a big gesture?"

Girl, you have grown up and can comfort people...

The young man smiled slightly and gently rubbed her little head.

The girl squinted her eyes, enjoying herself so much that her eyes narrowed into a crescent shape.

Suddenly, the young man stopped moving his hands and raised his eyes, thoughtfully...

The girl's words touched him.

The disciple who came today is a direct disciple. What is a direct disciple? Only direct disciples of the sect master or top elders are called direct disciples. Such a disciple is the top figure among the disciples. How could he make such a low-level mistake?

The essence of the Eight Characters in "Broken Sword Art", he actually missed the two most important characters!

This is not normal!

where is the problem?

His consciousness sank and entered his mind.

There was a mystery in his mind. There was a dead tree with three branches.

The dead branch on the far left was faintly green, with dozens of leaves growing out. One of the leaves enlarged in his mind, and it turned out to be the sect's secret book "Broken Sword Art". The young man's consciousness was his eye, and he could clearly see what was on it. Record: "Hongmai, Zhangqi, Shuqi, Duji"...

This is his secret.

There are no secrets that anyone knows.

His name is Lin Su, and he is a time traveler!

When I traveled through time, the first thing I came into contact with was the tree in my brain.

He didn't know whether this "dead tree" was a benefit for time travellers, or a skill that this body originally possessed, but he knew that this skill was unbelievable. As long as he touched the book, the dead tree in his brain would Leaves will grow, and one leaf will perfectly replicate the book. With this skill, he almost wiped out all the secret cultivation books below the second floor of the sect's library, and with his own thinking and insight far beyond this era, he perfectly interpreted them and mastered them in a short time.

It was precisely because of this super cheating device that he was able to play the role of "Guardian" when his master left the Pavilion, giving guidance to his disciples, changing his bad habit of providing free services, and earning some traveling expenses for himself.

Cheating for food, drinking, money, cheating... I haven't cheated for sex yet. It was going smoothly at first, but something suddenly happened today - the classics that my direct disciple learned were inconsistent with the classics that he copied.

This is no small problem!

This is a big issue related to his job!

The knowledge system is not authentic, and he has no confidence to lie to others...

Lin Su raised his head: "Xiaoyao, I'll go out and pluck the pheasant feathers. I'll make braised pheasant for you when I come back..."

Without any warning, a glimmer of water flowed from the corner of the girl's mouth. She picked up the pheasant, wiped the saliva and plucked the feathers. Facts have proved that it is easy to impress a girl. If you can't do it with a piece of silver, you can definitely do it with a roast chicken.

Lin Su left the Daozao Pavilion and arrived at the Library Pavilion. His name tag of "Nominated Disciple" was displayed and he went up to the second floor.

He found "The Art of Broken Sword" and turned to the second page. Under the general outline...

Lin Su was dumbfounded!

There are really only six words recorded in the "Broken Sword Art"!

But after copying it in his brain, there were actually two more words, and more than just these two words, the entire sword art clearly had more than one-third more!

I have seen an exact copy, but who has seen a copy that is more detailed than the original?

He was not sure whether this one was the one he came into contact with for the first time, so he found another one and tried it on the spot!

Lin Su had basically copied the classics on the second floor. He couldn't get up to the third floor in his capacity, so he had to look for the missing ones. The missing classics on the second floor were basically residual techniques. He quickly found a residual formula "Wandering Footwork" 》.

As soon as he made contact, a leaf was formed in his brain, and a "Wandering Footwork" appeared clearly, which was ten times more abundant than the residual technique in his hand. The residual technique was no longer disabled...

Suddenly, a chorus of shouts came from beside them: "I've seen the saint!"

Lin Su withdrew his thoughts from the frenzy and stared at the direction where the disciples were bowing. With just one glance, his heart skipped a beat, and a poem popped up in his mind: Clouds think of clothes, flowers think of faces, spring breeze blows on the threshold, and the dew is rich, if not for the crowd. When we meet at the top of Yushan Mountain, we will meet under the moon at Yaotai!

This poem was written by Li Bai shamelessly flattering women, but at this moment, Lin Su felt that she could forgive Lao Li.

If it weren't for the Yaotai moon, how could there be such an immortal?

This woman's face is as exquisite as a carving by a skilled craftsman. This woman's eyes turn, like a fairy looking down at all living beings. This woman's skin is as white as jade, and her temperament is unparalleled. If this woman appears on the streets of modern society, there is a high probability that a passing driver will overturn the car...

But this woman was very cold, and she floated by. Facing everyone's bows, she didn't even nod her head. She took one step off the ground and went straight to the third floor.

Leaves a faint fragrance.

Someone next to me said, "The saint seems to be in a bad mood. Could it be that this trip south is not going well?"

One person said: "It's really not going well, I met a big fish..."

At this point, he seemed to have touched some taboo, so he quickly stopped and left the library.

Lin Su scratched his head gently, full of doubts. Did he meet a big fish? What does "big fish" mean? Why not one, but one?

Forget it, most practitioners are illiterate or semi-illiterate. What quantifiers do they understand?

No matter what, go back and cook the pheasant for Xiao Yao, and continue the deception tomorrow. Raise enough travel expenses and leave this ghost place as soon as possible. He doesn’t have the physique to practice, so he can’t enter the door of practice, but he doesn’t believe that the only thing in this world is practice. road.

Modern people travel to ancient times, and I fight with you in the fields you are good at. Isn’t it wrong?

When they returned to the courtyard, Xiaoyao had already steaked the pheasant... until it was all gone. Lin Su picked up the kitchen knife and ate it. Soon, there was a stabbing sound, steam rose from the iron pot, and the aroma of meat filled the entire courtyard. hospital.

She ate the first piece of meat, and Xiaoyao chewed it until her mouth was full of oil.

She ate the last piece of meat, and she looked happy as she ate it.

She kept calling him brother, but in fact he was not her brother.

She was an orphan in the sect. Her parents died very early. The first time Lin Su saw her was more than a month ago. At that time, she had just finished fighting with a wild dog and took the knife from the wild dog's mouth. The meat bone she grabbed was filled with joy of victory. Lin Su patted her on the shoulder and said to her: Girl, I just cooked a fish, come on!

As a result, this girl's circle of activities never left the ten-foot radius of this small courtyard.

After that, she called him brother.

He enjoyed having someone call him brother in this strange world, and he also enjoyed watching her happily looking at her gnawing chicken drumsticks with her eyes half-closed.