Daoist is robbing darts again today [Sword Three + Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Dongying, an island.

Before dawn, an old man with white hair and childlike face stretched slowly on the top of the mountain, and a goshawk flew and circled above his head.The old man stood on the cliff, condescendingly looking down and observing the whole island.

He has stood here all night.

He is waiting for someone.

A man who made a bet with him.

He looked at his feet for a while, looked at the sky for a while, and looked at the distance where the sea and the sky meet from time to time, fidgeting like an anxious child.

it's very windy.

The gray robe on the old man's body was fluttering, and a few strands of hair fluttered irregularly with the wind, but his person was more active than the flying hair. He was a very lively person, and almost instantly To be honest, a restless person doesn't look like an old man over a hundred years old.

The waves beat against the rocks, and each wave was higher than the other.

The old man glanced at the cloud-covered sky: "It seems that the sun will not come out today. Wife, do you think so?"

The goshawk above his head neighed as a response.

The old man said to himself again: "No, no, I have to trick that kid, I can't just let him marry my good girl so easily."

A pair of sly eyes rolled around, and there was a plan in his heart.

Dark clouds, raging waves, strong winds.

Everything seemed to be beneficial to the old man, but the old man knew that the man would still come.

Not long after, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up!

coming!

In the distance, suddenly a person came riding the waves.

His figure was sandwiched between the sky and the sea, so small that he might be swallowed by the raging waves at any time, but he firmly stepped on the waves and gradually approached the island.

The old man laughed loudly and said, "Hahaha——! Sure enough, it's still here!"

He said loudly to the figure on the other end: "Boy, God is helping you. Even if you swim from there to here, the sun will not come out!"

The figure walking on the waves ignored him, his breath was not disturbed at all, he only focused on the sea water under his feet, turning a blind eye to everything else.

With such a long distance and such a big wave, it is normal to not be able to hear the old man's words.It's just that the old man thought the man could hear him, and the man did.

Finally, he landed on the reef.

The white clothes all over his body were drenched by the sea water, and the white clothes were tightly attached to his body, showing a well-proportioned and beautiful texture. Even if the wet hair stuck to his cheeks, it did not affect the handsomeness of the man in the slightest.

The man's face was pale and thin. He raised his head to look at the old man on the height, his expression was always indifferent, not even a little extra expression.

He answered the old man's words coldly.

"It's not yet Mao time."

The old man stroked his white beard and said innocently: "Really, but why do I feel that it's the time of day?"

The man in white touched his toes, and he had already landed on the shore. With a flick of his sleeve, he threw out some seawater heavily: "Make trouble for no reason."

The old man avoided the water droplets that hit him head on, and laughed loudly: "Let's go, go back and change a nest for my daughter."

He didn't forget to greet his "wife" above his head before he moved. The goshawk flapped its wings and flew to the stone house in the center of the island first, leaving the two humans behind.

Just because it knows that no matter how fast it flies, it will always be the last one to reach home.

Seeing that his wife had already left, the old man took a step slowly, like an old man and old lady who can be seen everywhere.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Just like a child learning to walk in Handan, but a person has already walked down the cliff, such agility, such kung fu, is almost like the legend of shrinking the ground into a foot.

The man in white followed the old man's footsteps as usual.

The man in white was naturally Bai Jin.

Bai Jin, who has disappeared from the Central Plains for nearly ten years.

They are a swordsman and a swordsman, and they have lived on this remote island for ten years.

The swordsman's name is Bai Jin, but the swordsman has no name.

He has long forgotten his surname and name, and even the various deeds of high-spirited youth when he was young, he rarely recalls now.

Since he left the Central Plains, he is no longer from the Jianghu. He has abandoned his origin and past decades ago.

How can a person with no past have a name?

After Bai Jin came to his door, the old man thought hard and gave himself a nickname that fit his status as a worldly expert.

"How about Old Man Black Eagle?"

The swordsman in white said speechlessly, "Where is Ya?"

"Indecent? Well, then old man Goshawk!"

"You like eagles?"

"No, it's just what I can think of in my mind. Apart from my knife, now there is only my eagle. Isn't it, my wife?"

Goshawk neighed again when he heard the words, fixed his eyes on Bai Jin with lightning, and his eyes were full of vigilance.

Bai Jin seemed unaware.He thought for a while, and said, "Then why not call him Old Man Baihe."

"Oh, why?"

"He has a childlike face, so it's called White Crane."

"It's not bad, anyway, the old man can't get it himself, so Baihe is Baihe."

It was very refreshing to agree.

But even he himself did not expect that this old Baihe, he has been in office for ten years!

There is only a simple stone house built on the small island, inside and outside the house, there are all kinds of flower pots, big and small, filled with strangely shaped flowers.

Growing flowers and plants seems to be the common hobby of every elderly person. When they get older, they always want to do something less exciting. They are more patient in raising flowers and plants than when they were young.

Fortunately, these flowers and plants are also very face-saving, and they have been thriving under the care of the old man.

——Until there was an extra white-clothed swordsman on the island.

The swordsman claimed to have raised white cranes and even raised living children, so the old man Baihe felt relieved and temporarily entrusted him with the responsibility of taking care of the flowers and plants. He didn't want to think that within half a month, half of his potted plants died inexplicably.

"Hey, the old man waters it casually, and it's better than you raise it with your heart."

"What? Died again? Has it rotted? Kid, it's because you watered too much!""

"Boy, tell me honestly, how old is your son?"

Bai Jin didn't bother arguing with him whether it was his apprentice or his son, so he spit out four words expressionlessly.

"Fifteen years old."

The old man Baihe said with emotion: "It is a miracle that he was not raised to death by you!"

The white-clothed swordsman rolled his eyes rarely, but he didn't give up on growing flowers. Instead, he felt more courageous as he fought.

A swordsman must have the quality of perseverance in order to live up to the sword in his hand.

This raising brought disaster to Old Bai He for another ten years.

Holding the small flowerpot, the old man reluctantly said, "Boy, do you really want to bring the cactus back to the Central Plains?"

Bai Jin glanced at the flowerpot, and said lightly, "Well, it's easy to grow."

This small pot of cactus is not as big as a child's fist, so small and cute.

The old man Baihe muttered: "Its life is hard, but you can't stop you from defeating it."

The old man Baihe poked the little cactus, and said with a heartbroken look: "Girl, the old man has worked hard. However, this kid won the bet, so you can only follow him."

In one night, without using internal strength to protect the body, it is not difficult to walk back and forth between two islands that are far apart by relying on lightness kung fu alone. With Bai Jin's lightness kung fu, this is actually not a difficult task. The old man Baihe didn't think that the waves and strong winds could block him. Footsteps, the only one who can stop him is the swordsman himself.

Bai Jin didn't know the way.

Sure enough, the white-clothed swordsman came a little later than expected, but he still arrived before dawn, and the old man had no choice but to "reluctantly give up his love" as agreed.

The new boy was about to leave, but he felt a little reluctant to part with him.

The old man touched the top of Goshawk's head, shook his head and said to himself, "I'm old, I'm old."

Goshawk rubbed his hand as a comfort.

Bai Jin should really go.

He has lived on the small island of Dongying for nearly ten years, and even got acquainted with the fishermen around him. Although he has never spoken to them, every plant and tree on this small island has become The scenery he is most familiar with.

But staying in one place for a long time will not benefit his swordsmanship.

So he decided to leave.

"Boy, here you are. This is a reply letter to Xue Yiren. Don't lose it."

Bai Jin accepted the old man Bai He's letter, and solemnly put it in his arms in front of him.

The old man stroked his beard and said again: "Actually, there is one more thing, I hope you can do it for me."

"What's the matter?"

"There is a female Gu master in southern Xinjiang. She was considered the most beautiful woman in southern Xinjiang 60 years ago. Now that 60 years have passed, she may have been buried in the ground. You can ask the people who live there, and you should be able to find out where she is buried. Where, you go and take a look at her for the old man, burn some paper money, and let her buy some rouge and gouache down below."

Female Gu Master.

Bai Jin felt a little impressed, but couldn't remember where he heard about it for a while.

He said: "I remember you once said that you discarded the past."

Abandoning the past, but still thinking about the number one beauty of the family... Tsk.

Such cryptic words deeply hurt the old man's nerves. The old man Baihe was about to jump, and Bai Jin immediately comforted him: "I understand. When I return to the Central Plains, I will go to southern Xinjiang."

The old man reluctantly sat back.

"Good boy. The old man likes a young man who is so loyal to you."

Bai Jin said: "I'm not young anymore. My apprentices may have already married wives and had children. If that's the case, I'm now a grandpa."

The old man Baihe said boldly: "It's okay, we people in the Grand Master realm don't care about age, just look at the face!"

Bai Jin hooked the corner of his mouth.

He walked out of the stone house with the flowerpot in his hands, turned his head and gave Bai He one last look: "...I'm leaving."

The old man waved his back to him.

"Let's go, let's go, I have raised so many potted flowers to the death of the old man, go quickly, go quickly."