Chapter 1565

Hum~

A dazzling light suddenly rose from the inside of the building. It was so dazzling that it was definitely the brightest light the boy had ever seen.

After the light flickered, a white old man slowly appeared in the sight of the boy.

"Is this what my mother said about immortals?" The boy's eyes widened.

The next moment, the boy immediately ran to the old man.

"Old man, are you an immortal?" The boy looked up at the old man, looking forward.

"Immortal?" Jian Wushuang looked at the little guy in front of him with great interest. Seeing the latter's big watery eyes, his heart was also happy.

If he was in the peak period, it would be a mistake to say that he was a God with his strength in the secret realm of the blue sky.

But now, he is just an ordinary person.

"I'm not an immortal. I'm just a passer-by." Jian Wushuang laughed.

"You lie. I've never seen such a bright light, but you came out of that light. You must be an immortal." The boy insisted.

"Haha, if you really want to think so, I am." Jian Wushuang smiled and looked down, "little guy, what's your name?"

"My name is Chen Hu. I'm from Chen family village. People in the village call me Hu Zi." Juvenile road.

"Chenjiazhuang?" Sword peerless look moved.

"Our Chuang Tzu is at the foot of the mountain, old fairy. Shall I take you there?" Young Chen Hulian said.

"OK, go and have a look." Jian Wushuang smiled.

Even under the guidance of Chen Hu, Jian Wushuang walked slowly towards Zhuangzi at the foot of the mountain.

Very ordinary, very simple, a Chuang Tzu, sword unparalleled came to a bamboo house in Chuang Tzu.

In the bamboo house, there is also a middle-aged woman and a little girl of four or five years old with pigtails.

"Mom, I met an old fairy today, and I brought him." Chen Hu ran to the middle-aged woman excitedly.

The middle-aged woman touched Chen Hu's head and immediately looked at Jian Wushuang with an embarrassed smile, "sorry, old man, this little guy is not sensible. I don't know who you are?"

"I'm a passer-by. My name is Wuchen." Sword peerless smiled.

No dust... Walking through a world without leaving a trace of dust, this is what jianwushuang wants.

"Mr. Wuchen, are you walking alone in this mountain? Aren't you afraid of meeting horse thieves?" Chen Hu's feminine way.

"Horse thief?" Jian Wushuang raised his eyebrows.

"Alas, our mountain is very big, and there are hundreds of chuangs like our Chen family village. Of course, there are many horse thieves in this mountain. These horse thieves rob them all year round. Anyone who doesn't give them money will be poisoned by them. Tiger's father died in the hands of those horse thieves." Chen Hu's feminine way.

"Is that so?" Jian Wushuang nodded slightly.

"Not to mention this first, the sun has set. I'm afraid the old man hasn't eaten yet. Just as I prepared the meal, the old man came to have a bite." Chen Hu's mother smiled and invited.

"Eat?" Jian Wushuang has a strange complexion.

Cultivators, who live on the aura of heaven and earth, usually eat at most some strange fruits or some special food, just a full mouth.

As for eating in order to fill your stomach, jianwushuang hasn't been there for a long time since stepping on the practice.

"In this case, I'll disturb you." Jian Wushuang accepted the invitation with a smile.

homely fare.

But the sword was unparalleled, but he ate it with relish.

After dinner, it is also night, and the moon is in the sky.

Jian Wushuang sat on the hillside of the mountain, overlooking the brightly lit, extremely quiet and peaceful Chuang Tzu below.

"Compared with cultivators, mortals are indeed weak. It's not too much to call them mole ants."

"However, cultivators have the benefits of cultivators, but they also have the benefits of mortals. At least in such a peaceful and peaceful day, few cultivators can live."

With a smile, Jian Wushuang closed his eyes.

One night passed.

In the morning, it was dawn, and the quiet Chuang Tzu was already lively. A large number of men in the Chuang Tzu appeared on the small school yard in the center, took out their own weapons and practiced. Most of them practiced guns, but most of them were long wooden guns, made of metal, but only a few people owned them.

Jian Wushuang also came to the long, looking at the many practices in front of him, which are just some of the simplest flat stabbing, long picking and sweeping.

Although ordinary, with continuous practice, you can also wield a lot of power.

Unfortunately, the people in the Chen family villa are just ordinary people, using the power of ordinary people. The strongest is only a hundred jin, but there is not even a martial artist.

"Ha! Hum!"

Chen Hu, who is only eight years old, also holds a wooden gun taller than others, and is also in contact with the adults. His eyes are firm and he is young, but his shooting skills are practiced, and he is also powerful.

After a long time, everyone finished the collective practice, and then it was time for individuals to practice at will.

"Tiger, come here." The sword waved.

Chen Hu immediately ran over with the thumb gun, "old man, what's the matter?"

One night later, Chen Hu also knew that jianwushuang was not an old fairy, but he still had great respect for jianwushuang.

"You like using guns very much?" Jian Wushuang looked at Chen Hu.

"Yes, not only I like it. Most people in Chuang Tzu like to use guns. Like my father, he used to use guns before, and he is very good at shooting." Chen Hu said.

"How high is it?" Jian Wushuang asks.

"Anyway, few people in our village can match him." Chen Hu showed pride, but then he moved, "old man, do you know how to shoot?"

"Hmm..." Jian matchless pondered for a moment, then nodded, "I know something."

Jian Wushuang said that although he specialized in kendo, he also had some understanding and Research on other weapons, but he was not very proficient.

It can be said that his realm, even a trace of understanding, is estimated to be at the level of a master in the secret realm of the blue sky.

"Old man, do you really know how to shoot?" Chen Hu was delighted, and his voice also attracted the attention of many people around him.

I saw many people from Chuang Tzu coming.

"Mr. Wuchen, do you know how to shoot?"

"Are you a warrior?"

These people in Chuang Tzu also know that Jian Wushuang is a passer-by named Wuchen.

Seeing these people around, Jian Wushuang smiled, "I'm not a martial artist, but I really know a little about marksmanship."

"Great, old man, can you help me see if I can create these guns myself?"

A man with a tiger back and a heavy waist said in surprise, and then immediately performed his three position shooting technique before the sword had no two sides.

(end of this chapter)