Chapter 307 (1/2)
Midnight, Tianyun outside the door of the mountain forest.
In the dark, a green shadow flickered quietly. Then, I saw the purple mist rising around the barren forest in the back mountain, which completely shrouded the green shadow and disappeared.
”Whoosh!” Now the traceless, as if in a dream in general. The whole figure was in vain for a while, and the scene around the flower changed completely.
A bright moon is hanging high in the sky, and the surrounding scenery has completely turned into a dense forest of purple and bamboo. At the end of the Zizhu forest, there are waterfalls and flowing water.
A rickety old man with a hat and a raincoat was sitting on a large bright blue stone in the stream. The rickety old man's eyes closed and his back to the purple bamboo forest seemed to be waiting for something.
”Brush!” Just outside the dense purple bamboo forest, the purple air rose, and the moment when Wuchen just stepped into the purple bamboo forest. The rickety old man's eyes suddenly opened, and a strange smile flashed across his wrinkled face.
”Cough, master, how are you recently? Why don't you go fishing today?” No trace light cough two, to the rickets of the old man's back clasp, arched hand then applied a gift.
”Ha ha, boy, come here!” The rickety old man's body moved, then he turned around in suspension. The whole person's feet suspended in the air, a faint smile, to the no trace behind gently waved.
”Ha ha, it's a little interesting. No trace boy, go and see what this guy is up to!” Demon zunhuoxiao's rough voice rang out quickly, and he said playfully in traceless mind.
”Whoosh!” No trace light smile, did not have too much worry. After all, the old man couldn't see through his cultivation. If he wanted to hurt himself, he would have done it long ago and would not wait until now.
A green shadow across the horizontal plane, traceless body shape as light as Mount Tai, fell on the smooth bluestone before the rickety old man stood.
Hua La, Hua la
In the silent purple bamboo forest, only the rustling sound of bamboo leaves and the violent sound of waterfall water are often heard, which is particularly harsh and clear in the silent night.
Wu Chen stands on the smooth bluestone with his hands down. The rickety old man hanging around him doesn't speak. Wu Chen is not good at speaking first, so he has to look around and wait patiently.
After a full quarter of an hour, the rickety old man nodded his head with satisfaction. The rickety old man gently moved his muscles and bones for a few times. Then he slowly opened his mouth again, looked at Wu Chen and asked, ”boy, can you use a sword?”
”Ha ha, to tell you the truth, I'm not an orthodox swordsman. But I have my own opinions about kendo. ” Traceless Lang Lang a smile, not haughty look to rickety old man back.
”Ha ha, I'm not young! Come on, show me your sword and show me the heart of your sword The rickety old man's wrinkled face turned into a ball of laughter, swept his eyes without trace, and said softly at his waist.
”Hum!” In the face of the mysterious rickets old man, no trace dare not half hide. There was a flash of silver on the jade belt around his waist, and there was a bright cold light in the silent purple bamboo forest. Then, on the silver sword, the light of the sword drifts away, and turns into a series of cold and Yin sword Qi.