The yellow-haired old man looked at it, but he didn't expect the joke to get bigger, and he touched his scales, and such a calm person was so radical, and this was worth it? The yellow-haired old man jumped to dodge and jumped onto another big rock, and when he saw that he was about to rush at him again, he hurriedly waved his hand and opened his mouth to stop: "Eh! Stop, the old man is just—" It's just a joke. Before he finished speaking, Yang Xianmao stepped forward and swung his fist, and the yellow-haired old man had no choice but to stop him. "Stinky boy, you are real, this is the life of the old man. ”

Yang Xianmao was really going crazy, when he thought that Ye Piaopiao was dead, he couldn't stop his fist, his right fist was blocked, and he made his left fist, and the yellow-haired old man really regretted making such a joke, an old bone, and if he continued to fight, he would be torn apart.

Finally, the yellow-haired old man stopped his fists and suppressed them, preventing him from making any more moves, which gave him a chance to explain, "She's not dead, the old man is just joking." At this time, Yang Xianmao could not listen to it, full of anger, constantly struggling, wanting to pull out his suppressed hands. "Hey, boy, if you hear me, I said, she-no-have-died-" Now, the yellow-haired old man shouted the last sentence, it will always have an effect.

Yang Xianmao felt a deafening sensation in his ears, broke free of his hand, raised his fist again, and said, "I don't care if you die or not." As soon as he finished speaking, his fist was swung out, but after half of the swing, he immediately stopped his hand, first shocked, and then asked uncertainly: "You say, she, is she not dead?"

The yellow-haired old man nodded hurriedly, "Yes, she's not dead, I'm just lying to you, old man." "Whew-the old man let out a long sigh, my little heart, but I'm going to be frightened, I can't make this joke anymore, dead stinky boy, and he said that he was just a friend, can a friend be so excited? The yellow-haired old man scolded Yang Xianmao hundreds of times in his heart before he calmed down his dissatisfaction.

When Yang Xianmao heard this, he was first surprised and delighted, and then he was furious. How can this be justified to make such a joke? So, without a good face to show the old man, he looked at him coldly, and said angrily: "Tell me quickly, where is she?"

After this incident, the yellow-haired old man didn't dare to fool him anymore, in case he wanted to duel with himself in a fit of anger, then this old bone would really be gone. So, I had to tell him the truth, "She's very good, I didn't treat her badly, she is resting in the bamboo hut in the back mountain?" The old man saw him suspicious, but he gritted his teeth with hatred in his heart, but in order to take care of the overall situation, he pointed out the direction for him, and he could vaguely see a corner of the bamboo house.

At this time, Yang Xianmao believed him, but he didn't let down his guard at all, after all, there were some grievances that had not been resolved. "Why did you design it to harm me like this?"

"Hurt you, boy, you can't say that, I'm refining you. When the yellow-haired old man heard Yang Xianmao say this, he was not happy in his heart, so he stepped forward and reasoned with Yang Xianmao. "Besides, if I wanted to harm you, how could you stand in front of me safely now? Why did I kidnap her and stay with her alive, wouldn't I have nothing to do?"

How could Yang Xianmao not know that the other party had no intention of harming himself! However, he just couldn't swallow this breath, and he suffered such a crime for no reason, and it would be uncomfortable for anyone to leave him. "Tempering? Why do you have to fight with your life? If I die here, your heart may be safe?" Yang Xianmao was not to be outdone, and when he spoke, his tone was even tougher, and he did not allow the other party to refute it.

"The old man once thought that this was a bit risky, but with the old man here, he would never let you have an accident. "After all, I still have a request for you. The yellow-haired old man silently added such a sentence in his heart, but he couldn't say this to Yang Xianmao, otherwise, wouldn't he have to pull down his old face and beg him?

"Not necessarily, if I die, you won't be like that. "Yang Xianmao won't believe this nonsense.

"Boy, you really give the old man a headache, when I really stood in front of you, you didn't believe anything, then what I said in my dream, why did you believe it?" The yellow-haired old man slapped his head with his right hand, his face full of distress.

"In the dream, when did you say something to me in the dream?" Yang Xianmao looked at him with a scrutinizing eye, and his mind was running quickly, just a few words during the fight in the dream.

"You kid is too conscienceless, you forgot it so quickly, poor old man, I, I once pointed you out!" The yellow-haired old man pretended to be sad, but there was no trace of sadness in his eyes, it was just a joke at first glance, but it reminded Yang Xianmao of some things.

"You're? oh—you're the one who first came into my dreams when I was unconscious, and told me how old I was. After a while, Yang Xianmao suddenly realized. It turned out to be you, from beginning to end, it was you, At first, I felt that the body and voice were familiar, and I thought it was the person who attacked me in a secret cave or a dream, but I never thought that it was the same person.

"Stinky boy, just then I remembered, maybe it's too late. "The yellow-haired old man is so angry, blowing his beard and glaring, so funny.

This old man, hiding himself so deeply, now blame me, it seems that he should know where he came from, but, I don't know if he can have a way to let me go back? Thinking about it this way, Yang Xianmao is not so hostile to the yellow-haired old man, but he still has an extra eye in his heart, after all, for no reason, why does the other party go to such great lengths to approach him?" "The seniors should know my situation, I wonder if the seniors have a way to let me go back?"

Yang Xianmao changed the title, no longer "you, you, you", the reason is not that there are people who are asking for it now, if it is not so, it will hurt himself to take risks again and again, this hatred will really be remembered.

If there is revenge, there will be revenge, and if there is kindness, it will be repaid, this is one of Yang Xianmao's criteria, and the husband is no better than this. If the yellow-haired old man really has a clue to Yang Xianmao, it will be a grace, and the right to enmity and grace should be offset, if he can really go back, it will be a great kindness, grace is greater than hatred, for the sake of this affection, he should respect it.

The yellow-haired old man turned around, looking at the waterfall falling from the flying stream, his face was calm, but his heart was like the falling water, rippling, and he was secretly thinking in his heart.

"Senior?" Yang Xianmao saw that the other party paused for a while, so he called out in confusion, but still did not respond, and called "Senior!" again, the same result, when Yang Xianmao wanted to call for the third time, the yellow-haired old man finally turned around, stroked his beard, and said unhurriedly: "There is a way, but——"

When Yang Xianmao heard the first sentence, he didn't mention how happy he was, and his joy surged up, completely unstoppable, but when he heard the back, the expression on his face instantly collapsed. Sure enough, everything comes with strings attached. Yang Xianmao stabilized his mind and said, "But what?"

"Actually, it's nothing, I just want you to do a little favor by the way. The yellow-haired old man didn't say directly what he wanted him to help, he just wanted to wait for him to accept it before he elaborated. As soon as the yellow-haired old man finished speaking, he was afraid that he would not agree, and felt that he should add something, so he patted his chest and affirmed: "You can rest assured, the old man will never let you do something that violates morality and hurts nature and reason." ”

"I don't know what my predecessors did, but if it is within my ability, I will allow it. "How could Yang Xianmao easily agree to what the other party wanted before he explained it? Although Yang Xianmao longed to go back, any choice had to be carefully considered before he understood everything.

"You agree first, and the old man will tell you. ”

"No, I need to know what it is. ”

"Okay, then you promise to promise the old man if you can do it?" The yellow-haired old man saw that Yang Xianmao's attitude was extremely firm, and he no longer went around in circles senselessly.

"Hmm. Yang Xianmao agreed.

"No regrets?" the yellow-haired old man asked uncertainly.

"No remorse. ”

"Okay, gentleman—" said the yellow-haired old man, stretching out his palm.

"Horses are hard to chase. Yang Xianmao's right palm slapped on the palm of the yellow-haired old man, and continued the latter sentence.

"My request is simple, you have to help me hand in a volume of chapters. ”

"Who?"

"A man named Xuangu is in a tribe on the northern outskirts of Jiankang City. ”

"It's as simple as that?" Yang Xianmao said with some skepticism.

"Sometimes, it seems simple, but it is often not easy, and it is a long way to go, so who knows what will happen in it?" said the yellow-haired old man.

Yang Xianmao looked at the yellow-haired old man and said without thinking, "Okay, I promise you." "What will happen on the road ahead, Yang Xianmao doesn't know, but now, since it's not going up to the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire, what's the harm in breaking through, it's worth it.

"This is the scroll, I will entrust it to you now, please be sure to hand it over to Xuangu. The yellow-haired old man took out a bronze scroll box from his bosom and handed it to Yang Xianmao.

Yang Xianmao respectfully took it with both hands, looked at it curiously, and was attracted by the appearance of this box. I have never seen such a delicate box, it is very unique, it is not square, but pillar-shaped, thin, very light, the ends are slightly convex and can be turned, there are gears on the edges, and there is a carved totem in the middle, which is strangely shaped. Yang Xianmao played with the box, but didn't find how to open it, and couldn't help frowning.

When the yellow-haired old man saw this, he was happy, "Hahaha, this is built by the old man himself, and no one can open it except the old man and him." ”

Yang Xianmao raised his head, no longer focused on the box, and silently took it in his arms. "Now, can you give me a clue to go back?"

"Eh, don't worry, the old man has already put the clues you want into it, and he will inform you after you find the Xuangu. The yellow-haired old man didn't tell Yang Xianmao directly, because he still had concerns in his heart, and he still couldn't fully believe in Yang Xianmao.

This made Yang Xianmao feel a trace of dissatisfaction in his heart, and his face was solemn. If it was really the old fox, and he was still so wary of himself, could it be that there was a big secret in the volume? If so, why did he deliver it to himself? Or did he not know at all, that he had made it all up. Yang Xianmao pondered for a while and asked, "How can I trust you?"

"In the name of heaven, if there is a lie, the old man is here, my life, take it with you. The yellow-haired old man swore to the sky, his eyes were firm, and when he swore it, he was extremely extreme, and he completely took on the face of the old naughty child.

In response to this sentence, Yang Xianmao chose to believe, "Okay, I believe you." ”