A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Mu Yu didn't know where he was flying now. In fact, he rarely went out of the village. After all, he was only twelve years old and was very strange to the outside world. I only know that my master took him to fly to the north, and it took about two or three hours to slow down slowly. The journey of these two or three hours was replaced by walking. Muyu felt that he could walk for five or six days.

"Here we are," Feng Haochen pointed to a mountain in front.

The mountain in front stood towering, and the white clouds surrounded the mountainside. There were several houses hidden in the woods, cranes bursting, and many birds shuttled between the mountains. The mountain is a vertical cliff from the bottom, there is no mountain road, the height of a few hundred meters ordinary people can not go at all, but there is a platform in the middle of the towering cliff, which is covered with lush trees, and then only a vaguely visible one The path rounded to a higher summit. The lower part of the mountain is composed of cliffs and the upper part is a mountain forest. Muyu can vaguely see the smoke rising in the mountain.

"This mountain is Luochen Mountain. There is a prohibition on the formation of the mountain. Most people can’t climb up or down, so when you learn to fly with sword, then you can go down freely." Feng Haochen himself is usually natural He flew directly up. The ban on this mountain was useless to him, but Muyu came first and it was reasonable and reasonable to take him for a ride.

Muyu saw a huge stone above the half-mountainside platform of Luochen Mountain. The stone was smooth and protruding, like a viewing platform. At this moment, the stone was lying on the ground or a few people were lying or sitting, it looked like It was casual.

"A few people in Master..."

Feng Haochen glanced at the person on the stone and smiled helplessly, said: "They are your fellow brothers and sisters, it seems that they have not lived very well in the past few days when I was away."

Mu Yu scratched his head. He didn't understand Master's words. If the Master wasn't there, no one should be against the genius. How could it be bad? But Feng Haochen didn't mean it, so he didn't ask much. The two landed on the platform. In front of them was a relatively open space. There was a simple mountain gate in front. It looked shabby. It was built of wood. Only the words "Dust" were written on it, and a curved stone ladder. Hovering and looming into the forest.

Feng Haochen stepped on the stone ladder and walked up the mountain, and Mu Yu followed him. The stone ladder was paved with blue stone slabs. Although chaotic and disorderly, stepping on it made people feel very real. A variety of flowers and trees grow around the stone ladder. Some trees form an arch above the stone ladder.

When walking across a terraced field, Feng Haochen suddenly stopped and looked at the field and shook his head, saying: "This melon seed, let him weed, he pulled the onion instead." The dying green onions that were thrown aside were replanted, and the grass was pulled out, like a hardworking old farmer. This surprised Muyu. Why did the people who cultivated immortals grow vegetables?

"Master, I'm coming!" Mu Yu said quickly, and then moved. The grass in the fields was moved to the side by Mu Yu, and the green onions returned to place, and they regained their vitality.

"Oh yes, I seem to have picked up the treasure." Feng Haochen blinked at Muyu, then clapped his hands, shaking the dirt off his hands. Muyu usually helps people in the village to do some farm work, so he also knows how to grow vegetables. He said, "Master, I can help you grow vegetables in the future."

"This is a good idea." Feng Haochen chuckled, "Go! You can help me when I'm not there, and I'll do it myself at other times."

Mu Yu still didn't understand: "You are the head of a martial art, why do you grow vegetables yourself?"

"Growing vegetables is just an attitude to life, and it's also a way of spiritual practice. Many innocent people don't bother to do this kind of thing. It feels that this is a trivial matter of mortals. It doesn't make sense. In fact, life is practice everywhere. It's trivial." Feng Haochen walked slowly, with a calm expression, as if it were a simple matter.

Mu Yu suddenly realized that he always thought that the practice is to become stronger, which also means that there is no need to deal with the trivial things in the world, but Feng Haochen tells him that practice is everywhere in life, which is quite new. He could hardly see through the simple but extraordinary figure in front of him. In fact, he thought about it, if Muyu could see through his practice method, why did Muyu come here?

I don't know how long I walked, and finally came to the observation deck, but the two hadn't approached the stone yet, but I didn't know where to jump out of two small figures. The monkey hurried to Feng Haochen's shoulder. Mu Yu thought it was two monkeys. When he looked closely, he was two three- or four-year-old children, a man and a woman. They wore a red apron. They wore two lovely cups and sat on the left and right. Feng Haochen was playing with Feng Haochen's white whiskers on his shoulders, and his face was aggrieved and happy, which puzzled Mu Yu.

"Master is back! Master is back!"

"There is food! There is food!"

The two little naughty boys shouted in their throats, so happy that the expression of grievances on their faces was swept away.

"What happened to the two of you? Is it another trouble?" Feng Haochen asked the two little naughty boys sitting on his shoulders with a smile.

"Thank goodness, Master, if you don't come back, we really want to drink the northwest wind."

A little girl about the same age as Muyu also ran over, her face full of excitement. The little girl was wearing a red dress and looked energetic, like a red elf, and Mu Yu could not help but glance at it more.

"Master." A handsome boy crawled up from the stone with his head in his head. With a smirk, it looks very honest.

"Miao Miao, empty, the two of you hurried down. Master just came back and weary!" A young man who looked like a twenty-year-old looked at Feng Haochen's shoulders and shouted helplessly. The young man was gentle, handsome, mature and steady, and he was also the oldest among these people.

"No, no!" The boy tightened Feng Haochen's beard empty.

"Neither am I." Miao Miao stared at Feng Haochen's neck with her big eyes.

Feng Haochen was very fond of these two little naughty boys, and smiled and said, "No problem, what are you doing here? What about Anyuan?"

"Master, Uncle An is going to cook." Kong Kong seemed to remember something, and continued, "Master, don't let us eat the food made by Uncle, that's really not for anyone..."

"is it?"

Before the empty words were finished, he was interrupted by a stereotypical voice, and Mu Yu was taken aback. I don't know when a middle-aged man with a tight face appeared in front, staring closely at the air, and the air could not help but stick out his tongue, daring to look at Uncle An's eyes.

"Head, you are back."

Uncle An greeted Zhaofeng Haochen unsmilingly, his expression was very serious, sad and unhappy, cold, and formed a contrast with other people, and when he appeared, everyone put away the appearance of Dang Erlang, even Miao Miao empty Have become serious.

"Oh, yes, this is Muyu. You will be a member of the Luochen School in the future. You know each other." Feng Haochen was not affected by Uncle An. He beckoned to Muyu, and Muyu ran grinningly. come.

"Hello everyone, my name is Muyu, please take care of me." Muyu introduced herself politely.