Though he didn't understand its value, he also knew the preciousness of this old horse.,Over the past decade living in this small town, he had heard tales from the scholar about celestial swords striking heaven's gate, stories of river demons stirring up floods a hundred miles away, and accounts of immortal disciples wielding flying swords to vanquish demons and protect humanity. He had even witnessed slovenly Daoists swindling people, leaping into the sky to escape custody, only to be brought back down by officials who flew after them.,The woman resembled a lotus flower, beautiful but not gaudy. Dressed in white, she stood tall and graceful, with bright eyes and pearly teeth, giving one the feeling of being worlds away.。