A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

Muyu didn't fall asleep all night. The next day he yawned and separated Lan Ling'er. The location of Qingshoucheng and Liushui Village is different. Lan Ling'er rushed to Qingshoucheng, ironically and sarcastically, let Muyu be careful not to have an accident and throw away the dust school's face, and let Muyu go to Qingshoucheng three days later. Find her.

Mu Yu and Lan Linger mixed their mouths, and then they turned to Liushui Village.

Liushui Village is still so peaceful, a clear stream around the village, feeding this lovely village. Muyu flew all the way and looked down at the village from the air. He fell not far from the entrance of the village, and there was another statue at the entrance of the village, two in total. Muyu smashed his mouth, it goes without saying that the new statue should be him.

Thinking of this, he was a little uneasy, but he remembered that a sculptor asked by the chief of the old cloth village carved the first person in ten years to become a fairy master with a slanted eyes and a protruding nose, and he felt that he might not escape this doom.

Mu Yu glanced closer, and the stone in her heart fell to the ground. Fortunately, the head of the old cloth village asked for a more level one. Although it is still ambiguous, it still looks at least not ugly. There is farmland near Liushui Village. Many villagers are doing farm work there. Muyu does not want to disturb them. He wants to go to the village chief first.

There is a drying valley in the village, and next to it is a small pavilion. In the past, the village chief would tell all kinds of interesting things to the little girls, and today is no exception. When the village head was young, he would lead everyone to work together. Later, when he was older, he would not go out. He gathered the little children in the village every day, taught them literacy, and told stories.

"One day, Niu Niuwa accidentally dropped a hatchet into the river by the river. He was afraid that his parents would scold him when he returned, and he sat on the river and cried. Then a fairy master appeared, and the fairy asked the younger Why did Niu Wa cry? Xiao Niu Wa said that she had dropped the wood-cutting knife into the river. She was so scared that she couldn't help crying.

The fairy master told the baby cow not to cry, and then the fairy fished out a silver hatchet from the river, and asked the baby cow if he had dropped it. The baby cow shook his head and the fairy fished again He produced a hatchet made of gold, and asked Xiao Niuwa if he had dropped it, and Xiao Niuwa shook his head again. At this time, the fairy took out the iron hatchet, and then Xiao Niuwa burst into tears. Said that he dropped it.

As soon as the fairy master was happy, he accepted the little Niuwa as an apprentice. What inspiration can you get from this story? "The head of the village, Laobu, sat on the stool, shaking the fan, and asked to a dozen little babies.

Er Mao, who snorted, couldn't wait to say: "Grandpa's grandfather, why didn't Niu Niuwa go pick up his own hatchet?"

"He can't swim, this is not the point!" said the village chief.

"But when I was three years old, I would fish in the river. No one in our village would not swim! Why didn't he learn to swim?" Da Mao also said.

"He just happened to have leg cramps that day and he couldn't swim. This is not the point. The point is that this story tells everyone what is the point?" The village grandpa was helpless.

"Why did Niu Niu bring the hatchet to the river? My mother said that the hatchet can only be used by an adult, and children can't touch it." Ya egg said.

"Yeah, my dad said I would break my leg if I touched the hatchet." Da Mao continued.

The head of the village said with a headache: "The little Niuwa is an adult, and he can use a hatchet."

"The grown-up still cried his nose and shy face." Huahua scratched his face with his index finger.

"The little Niuwa is still a child, but that day his father told him to take the hatchet home, okay?" The village head and grandfather corrected again.

"Grandpa, grandpa, what does the hatchet made of gold look like?" Ya egg asked with a wink.

The old man of the village head scratched his beard and said, "I, I don't know, I haven't seen..."

"Even the grandfather of the village chief didn't know that the Niu Niuwa was less likely to know that it was made of gold? I think if he knew that it was a hatchet made of gold, Niu Niuwa must have said that he had lost it." Dog left said with a raised hand.

"Yes, yeah, don't even need gold, it's a fool." Ermao said disdainfully.

"Grandpa, are you going to tell us a fool's story?" Everyone laughed when Da Mao said.

Muyu listened quietly on the side, and his face was ashamed. They said it was right and reasonable, Muyu was speechless. Children's thinking is broad, and maybe no one will correct them, they will have a richer imagination.

"Don't laugh, don't laugh," said the village chief, angrily said: "This story tells us to be honest, only honesty will make others more optimistic about you, and only honesty, maybe the fairy master will look at you, and Collect everyone as an apprentice, get it?"

"Grandpa Grandpa, I have a question." Xiao Changsheng raised his hand slowly.

"Don't you know anything about longevity?" The village chief knew that longevity was dull, and it often took a long time to think about one thing, so he waited patiently for Xiaochangsheng to say something.

Xiao Changsheng said slowly: "Why don't Niu Niu go fishing for the hatchet by himself? Can't he swim?"

The head of the village rolled his eyes, and got back again...

Muyu quietly looked at the helpless look of the village head and couldn't help smiling. The village chief hasn't changed much in the past two years, but Mu Yu has grown a lot and changed a lot. I don't know if the village chief can deny himself later.

"I tell you, we have two fairy masters in our village for ten years. Two years ago, Mu Yu was furiously selected by a major school. Now he is already a majestic fairy, and you have to fight a little bit. Let’s fight for the day when all of you can become fairy masters, you know? You’re always being ridiculed by other villages. That big village has two more people this year, people are more popular than the dead!” The village head began to sigh again.

Muyu heard that in the past two years, no children in the village have the talent for cultivation. It is no wonder that the village head will be distressed, and his face will be dull every time he goes out.

Mu Yu didn't know what would happen if he hadn't met his master. I'm afraid he is still a gray handyman disciple in the college, and his eyes are waiting to be caught by a certain school. Sometimes Xiuxian also sees chance, if not fate, Mu Yu will not meet his master.

"Grandpa, grandpa, then tell us more about Brother Muyu! What kind of person is Brother Muyu usually? Maybe we can become a fairy master by studying his behavior!" Shouted.

The head of the village waved his hand: "The fairy master can't talk casually, they are sensitive, and they will hear it when they say bad things about him."

Mu Yu blinked. He didn't know that he had this ability. Apparently, in the eyes of ordinary people, the fairy was too deified. Muyu remembered that when the first person came back in the village in the last decade, the villagers knelt and worshipped again. At that time, Muyu scorned and went outside, and did not want to salute that person.

"Then talk about his good words!" Ermao said.

The village chief plucked his beard, and then his face was full of pride: "Mu Yu, he was very nice when you were so young, obedient, sensible, polite, never naughty, never fight, in short, what is he? all good……"

Muyu really wanted to bring Lan Linger over and let her listen to how the village chief praised her. Although most of these words do not match Muyu, for example, Muyu is not very obedient, likes to trick or treat, and occasionally fights with other children, but he is true to be sensible, not ignorant, he has no parents used to it since childhood, only the village chief raises It must be sensible.

Mu Yu decided not to correct the head of the village. He walked toward the head of the village. He didn’t want to disturb the villagers and didn’t want the villagers to bang the firecrackers and make them so grand.

Near noon, the village chief hummed Xiaoqu slowly and came back to cook. He pushed open the door of his yard and found that the door was open. Thinking about forgetting to lock the door, he did not care, and went straight into the yard.

"Grandpa's grandfather." Muyu sat on the swing in the yard with a grin. The swing was specially made by the village head for Muyu, and is still preserved.

"It's Muyu!" the village chief nodded habitually. Once Muyu often sat on the swing and waited for him to come back to cook, for a time he thought he had returned a few years ago. The village head turned and closed the courtyard door, but immediately froze and turned suddenly, his eyes widened: "Wood, wood, wood feather?"

Mu Yu stood up with a smile, he touched his stomach and said: "Grandpa, Grandpa, I'm hungry."

The village chief didn't move. He looked at Muyu in a daze, but he didn't recover from the shock. Until Muyu walked in front of the village chief and naughtily grabbed the village chief's short beard, he didn't recover. The battlefield was somewhat at a loss.

"Mu, Muyu, oh no, Master Xianshi, Master Xianshi is on..." The village chief knelt down quickly, but Muyu held him up.

"Grandpa's grandpa, I am a living person. I don't need to kneel." Mu Yu hugged the village chief with a smile. Even though these two years have passed, Mu Yu has grown a lot, but still shorter than the tall and thin village chief. For Muyu, the village chief's chest is still so warm.

Embraced by Muyu, the familiar feeling returned to the village head. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com. The village head held out his hand and wanted to pat Muyu's back, but hesitantly did not dare to take it. He couldn't help but gently touch Muyu's back.

"Really Muyu, really Muyu..." There was a hint of doting in the village head's eyes. The naughty boy who often bounced in front of the village head really came back, and for a time he had mixed feelings.

"Grandpa's grandpa, I'm hungry." Mu Yu said, he hadn't eaten the village chief's meal for a long time. In addition to the master, only the rice cooked by the village chief made Muyu happy.

"I, I will immediately notify the others and give you the wind and the dust!" the village chief said quickly.

"No, I don't want other people to know that I'm back. The grandfather of the village head cooks a meal. You and I are both." Muyu knows that the village head's attitude towards the fairy master must definitely hold a banquet and say I might also ask the opera to sing for two days. Saving is a virtue. After all, Muyu has already used to a frugal life in Luochen Mountain.

"How do you do? Now that your identity is not what you used to be, how can you pass it? You must do something beautiful, let other villages look at our little wooden feather fairy master." The village chief said with a frown.

Mu Yu did not want to destroy the ostentation of the village head. For the head of the village, ten years in the village, now it should be twelve years, there were two fairy masters, and they could not lift their heads in front of other villages, so the village Can't wait to let other villages look at it and have a long face. Mu Yu felt that the opportunity to deprive the village head of raising his eyebrows was not very good. He thought about it and said, "Will tomorrow? I am really hungry now."

"Okay, I'll cook immediately and cook for our little Muyu fairy. In the afternoon I'll go and inform others..." The village chief happily ran towards the kitchen.

Muyu looked at the villager's hurrying back, thinking that this was his first home, and it felt really good to be home.