glanced at the eyes of Yang Qian and the multi-eyed ghost king.

Yes!

Wang Lieyun split several white bone wrecks with a knife, and he was sure in his heart that he was talking about it......

At this moment, a mutation suddenly occurred......

The vertical eye on the left cheek of the multi-eyed ghost king suddenly opened, and a cold light shone directly on Yang Qian's body.

Yang Qianqian was caught off guard and fell into a trance.

The ability of the first vertical eye of this multi-eyed ghost king is an illusion.

The baby is picked up by the old Taoist priest from the bottom of the mountain, it is also fate, the old Taoist priest has not walked once in half a year, and the way down the mountain was blocked by a boulder this time, and he had to change this sheep intestine path, the thing was not done, but he picked up the baby who was still in swaddling clothes.

The old Taoist priest thought about the trouble of choosing a name, and thought that he had no queen, and this child just inherited his mantle, and secondly, as he grew older, no one inherited this body of Taoism, and this little baby seemed to be a godsend, and he had a great fate with himself, so he followed his surname Yang, and intercepted "Hidden Dragon, in the Yuan" from the Tao Te Ching, and called the child's name Yang Qian for his own naming level for a long time.

In this way, except for the second and seventeenth days of the first month of each month, the old Taoist priest went down the mountain as usual, and the rest of the days were to guide Yang Qian to practice Taoism every day.

When Xiao Yang Qian first went up the mountain, the old Taoist priest began to read the Huang Ting Jing and other Taoist books in Xiao Yang Qian's ear, and when Xiao Yang Qian grew up a little, he began to teach him feng shui, numerology and other knowledge, and when Xiao Yang Qian grew up to seven or eight years old, the old Taoist priest began to teach him to climb the rock and walk the wall, dig out bird eggs and catch beasts, as if he became a pest in the mountains.

Time flies, in a trance, eighteen years have passed, the original little baby who was hiding in the swaddling clothes and crying has also grown up, eighteen years of day and night practice, Yang Qian's Taoist cultivation has reached its peak in the withering land of Shenzhou, the old Taoist priest saw this, and he was also very pleased to have recruited good disciples in his later years.

On this day, Yang Qian was meditating and meditating in the Taoist temple, but he heard a call, knowing that the old Taoist priest was calling himself in, for the old Taoist Yang Qian, who raised himself and taught his own Taoism, was extremely respectful in his heart, and heard the old Taoist call himself, Yang Qian hurriedly got up and walked into the old Taoist room, but saw the old Taoist priest who was originally in good spirits lying on the bed, with a posture of dying soon.

"Master, what are you ......" Yang Qian saw the old Taoist priest like this, thinking that he was suffering from some serious illness, and suddenly panicked, "Master, don't be afraid, I'll go down the mountain to ask you for a doctor" After that, he turned around and was about to go down the mountain.

"No, kid. The old Taoist priest trembled and stretched out his dry hand to hold Yang Qian, who was about to get up and leave, "Child, you have been practicing Taoism with me for eighteen years, you should understand that people are variables, fate is a certainty, and now my limit has arrived, no matter how much you find a doctor, I won't live long" The old Taoist priest struggled to get up, Yang Qian saw this, and hurriedly helped the old Taoist priest to a comfortable position.

"Your child is destined to have a fate with me, otherwise how can I not take that path for half a year, as soon as I left, I met you, you lay on the stone slab and cried loudly, but as soon as I hugged you, I miraculously stopped crying, what do you say this is not fate?" The old Taoist priest gradually fell into his own memories, I don't know how long it took, until a wolf howl came from the window to pull the old Taoist's thoughts back, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his hand, and the old Taoist priest continued, " Lao Dao has seen countless people, there has never been a life that I can't see, I have been born with your face and life Ge Lao Dao has studied for 18 years until he died, and he has not pondered it thoroughly, you are both a fixed number and a variable, and when I leave, you take a few junior brothers, pack up and go down the mountain, go to a long time, don't forget to practice, there is still a big thing for you to complete in the future. Under the statue of the patriarch, there are a few treasures I collected in my early years, you may be of some use" Saying that, the old Taoist priest was extremely reluctant to raise his dry hand and wanted to caress Yang Qian's cheek, but before he could touch it, this hand hung down.

On the second day, Yang Qian buried the body of the old Taoist priest on a small dirt slope behind the view, and after crying goodbye to the master, Yang Qian returned to the wing room to sort out his bags, and suddenly remembered the words of the master before parting yesterday, and came to the statue of the ancestor in the view.

A glance at the two statues of their own high ancestors, I secretly said in my heart, it was not very good to give myself directly, and it took so much effort to move this huge clay statue, and took out a tattered package from the bottom, and the old Taoist priest also left a letter in the package, a sword, a mirror, and a seal in this package are the relics of the patriarch, and it is also the most valuable thing left by the old Taoist priest to Yang Qian.

After finishing his bags and going down the mountain, Yang Qian sadly found that the old Taoist priest had left everything for himself, and he was stunned that he didn't leave any money for himself, and Yang Qian also occasionally went down the mountain with the old Taoist priest, knowing the importance of money in society, but unfortunately he was penniless, and it was really difficult to move an inch.

Yang Qian walked blankly in the town at the foot of the mountain with the package on his back, and before he knew it, it was getting late, and the twilight began to droop, and in desperation, Yang Qian had to knock on the door of the hotel where he had stayed with the old Taoist priest when he had gone down the mountain.

The innkeeper was settling accounts in the house, and when he heard someone knocking on the door, he hurriedly walked out, pushed his glasses, and looked at the guy in front of him, as well as the six oil bottles that followed Yang Qian, and then smiled after a moment's shock: "It's you, a little Taoist, why did you go down the mountain at this time this time?" After that, he also looked behind Yang Qian, "Huh, where did the old Taoist go? Why didn't he go down the mountain with you this time?"

"Master, his old man passed away, and before he died, he asked me to go down the mountain to see the world, but he didn't leave me any money. Now I am penniless, I can't move an inch, and I really don't know where to go. I had to come to you to see if I could take one or two. ”

Yang Qian is a sincere child, knowing that he has no money and wants the shopkeeper to take it in, which is really embarrassing for the family, so when he said this, he kept his head down the whole time, and he didn't dare to look at the boss for half a minute, but he didn't see a trace of sympathy flashing in the boss's eyes.

"Alas, look at you pitifully, your master has taken care of my business before, and there are still some empty rooms in the store, so it doesn't hurt to keep you for one night. But you have to know that I'm also a small business, and this night may be okay, but ......"

The boss's words were not finished, but Yang Shouyi was not a fool, so he naturally heard the meaning of the boss's words, and immediately said, "Thank you boss, I'll leave early tomorrow morning" That's it, Yang Shouyi spent the first night alone outside.

Early the next morning, Yang Qian had already woken up, packed his bags and prepared to leave his boss.

"Are you leaving? Where are you going? Do you have any plans?" At this time, the sky was just dawning, there was no business in the store, the boss was settling accounts downstairs, and when he saw Yang Qian carrying the package downstairs, he knew that he was leaving, and he couldn't bear it, so he asked.

"I don't know. Since Master wants me to go down the mountain to see and see, I have to walk around more. Yang Qian replied.

"How can you move around without money?" The boss looked at Yang Qian and sighed helplessly, looking at the bitterness on Yang Qian's face, the boss's heart moved, hesitated for a moment, took out a box from the counter, and handed it to Yang Qian, "There are three thousand yuan here, which I saved before, you can use it first, and then pay me back when you make money." ”

Yang Qian looked at the boss's eyes, and knew that he was determined to take the money himself, and he was not a hypocritical person, so he would report it in the future. took the box from the boss's hand and hurriedly disappeared into the glow.