"Calm down, if I had bad intentions, I wouldn't have come here, and everything will be clear when I see your grandfather. ”

At this time, the orange cat jumped on Song Xiaowei's shoulder and said to the fat man.

"It's better not to play tricks, or my grandfather won't let you go, huh. ”

The fat man snorted coldly and withdrew the black sword.

Call......

Without mana confrontation, Song Xiaowei was relieved, but he was a little happy, because this time he and the fat man were evenly matched, and even had a slight advantage, on the other hand, the fat man looked Song Xiaowei up and down, and the hand behind his back was still trembling slightly.

......

At the same time, in a dense mountain forest, a man in black was sensing the smell with his long tongue, and after a moment, he withdrew his tongue and faced the direction of Baicheng.

"Hehe, civet, you're being targeted by me, and you have no way to escape. ”

The man in black sneered, and his voice was like a man rather than a man, a woman rather than a woman.

......

At this time, in the tea room, the fat man had already left, leaving only Song Xiaowei and the orange cat to sit quietly.

"This old lady of the Bai family, not to mention a hundred, must be eighty or ninety years old, such an old age, it is really an old bone, can it be the opponent of that giant demon?"

Song Xiaowei asked with some concern.

"The position of the Heavenly Master already belongs to the upper echelons of cultivators, even if he has a thin life, it is not a problem to live for a few hundred years, if the White Master is really eighty or ninety years old, it is not bad, an upright young man. ”

The orange cat lies on the windowsill, comfortably basking in the sun.

"Hundreds of years to live? Isn't that the same as you, isn't it? ”

Song Xiaowei also came to the windowsill and smelled the bright flowers.

"That's right, it's a human spirit. ”

The orange cat rolls with its belly facing up.

"You said that the current cultivation of the White Master will be even higher than that of ordinary high-level hermitters, is it true or false. ”

Song Xiaowei put his hand on the belly of the orange cat and gently pinched it, while the orange cat was enjoying it.

"Actually, I'm guessing, anyway, it won't be lower than this level. ”

Orange Cat said.

"It's good not to be low, otherwise Jinhua City can't go back easily. ”

Song Xiaowei said.

At this time, the fat man walked into the tea room.

"Let's go, I'll take you to my grandfather. ”

The fat man said.

Hearing this, Song Xiaowei and the orange cat looked at each other, both of them were a little excited, because they were about to meet the legendary Heavenly Master.

The orange cat jumped on Song Xiaowei's shoulder and followed the fat man to the back garden of the tea house.

The tea house is very large, the back garden of leisure and health care occupies three-quarters, the garden is divided into the front garden and the back garden, several people first pass through the front garden, here is a place for visitors to play, typical classical garden characteristics, there are flowers and grass and rockery, there is water and fish and fountain.

When you pass through the front garden, you can see a large natural bamboo forest, and there is the back garden where visitors stop.

When you enter the bamboo forest, you will be greeted by a fresh breath of freshness, which makes people feel refreshed.

"The traditional garden layout, away from the hustle and bustle of cars and horses, even if you are upset, you will become pure and have few desires when you come here for meditation. ”

Walking in the forest Xiao Mo and feeling the breeze in the forest, Song Xiaowei had a feeling of returning to nature, which reminded him of the depths of the mountains.

"Let's enjoy it later, the front is coming. ”

The fat man pointed to the front and said.

Song Xiaowei looked over and saw a chic bamboo building in the depths of the bamboo forest, under the bamboo building, there were several tables and chairs made of bamboo, next to the table was a rocking chair, on which sat a fat white-bearded old man, shaking a fan in one hand, holding a teapot in the other, and a headset in his ear, humming a little song while shaking the rocking chair, so comfortable.

The fat man directly took Song Xiaowei and the orange cat to the front of the bamboo building.

"Grandpa, someone brought it. ”

The fat man stood in front of the door and said.

"Meet the White Master. ”

Song Xiaowei and the orange cat visited the old man together.

However, the old man did not react at all, still humming a little song with his eyes closed, and Song Xiaowei and the orange cat could still hear the sound of opera coming from the headset.

"Are you sure your grandfather has been poisoned?"

Song Xiaowei asked the fat man softly, this old man seems to be in excellent condition, where does he look like a person who has been poisoned.

"Of course, why did I lie to you. ”

The fat man replied.

"Stained, the Heavenly Master is the Heavenly Master, if you are under the poisonous spell, you can still ensure such a rich body shape, and you can enjoy life so comfortably, there is a pursuit, and it is ......"

Song Xiaowei whispered to the orange cat, and gave a thumbs up.

This old man looks as rich as a fat man, the key is that he can still have this figure at this age, and this food must be excellent.

Seeing the state of the old man, the orange cat also had small eyes and round eyes, this is the Heavenly Master?

Just as Song Xiaowei and the orange cat had 10,000 question marks in their hearts, a voice came from inside the bamboo building.

"Come in. ”

The person inside said.

"Yes. ”

The fat man replied, then looked back at Song Xiaowei and the orange cat.

Grandpa agreed to go in. ”

The fat man said.

"Grandpa, isn't it?"

Song Xiaowei pointed to the old man in the rocking chair and asked in surprise.

"Who said this is, this is my grandfather, my grandfather is in it. ”

After speaking, the fat man stepped forward to open the bamboo door and motioned for Song Xiaowei and the orange cat to enter.

"I said, how can you still get such comfort after being under the poison spell, it turns out that you have recognized the wrong person. ”

Song Xiaowei muttered quietly, and then stepped forward and walked into the bamboo gate.

The bamboo building is very simple, most of the furniture is made of bamboo, only a mahogany wide table, on which there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, the surrounding walls are also full of calligraphy and paintings, landscape paintings, figure paintings, animal paintings are vivid, calligraphy is also chic and powerful, from the desk has not yet completed the calligraphy, these should be from the same person's hands, it can be seen that this person's calligraphy and painting attainments are extraordinary.

"Let's go up, grandpa is on the second floor. ”

The fat man pointed to the stairs next to him.

Then Song Xiaowei took the orange cat and carefully climbed to the second floor. The second floor was very empty, with only a table and a few chairs, and there were steaming teapots and teacups on the table, except for these, Song Xiaowei only saw a screen.

"This ......"

Song Xiaowei pointed to the screen and looked at the orange cat, but the orange cat nodded slightly, signaling that there was someone behind Song Xiaowei's screen.

"Meet the Celestial Master. ”

Song Xiaowei bowed, and the orange cat also jumped off the ground, prostrate slightly.

At this time, a white streamer suddenly flew out from behind the screen and shot straight at the orange cat, Song Xiaowei and the orange cat were both shocked, and they sacrificed their demonic powers.

"Don't!!"

Song Xiaowei pounced in front of the orange cat for the first time, wanting to grab the streamer with his hands, but the light was surprisingly fast, and it flew directly from Song Xiaowei's unclenched palm and flew towards the orange cat's eyebrows, and the orange cat didn't have time to dodge, so he could only let the light in his eyes magnify.

Call...... There was only the sound of breathing in the air.

The orange cat leaned back on the bamboo chair, its constricted pupils staring at the bamboo sticks suspended in front of it, the sharp tips of its claws already deep into the bamboo.