Gejiagou

The cold wind is blowing, and the wind of the wax moon is like a sharp knife, even if you are wearing a cotton jacket, you can feel the biting cold.

"Master Yuan, bask in the sun. ”

On the mottled old recliner at the entrance of the village, Yuan Xinwu's eyes were slightly closed, holding a freshly brewed high crushed lamp, still the thin gray cloth clothes, lying on the recliner, enjoying the white leisure.

Carrying a firewood knife, the Ge family brothers smiled and greeted the patron saint of Gejia Village.

After opening his eyes for a few minutes, Yuan Xinwu raised his eyes and looked at the clear sun in the sky: "Pay attention to the time when chopping wood, and you must hurry back in the afternoon." ”

"I know Yuan Ye. Nodding in response, the Ge family brothers tightened their torn jackets and walked quickly towards the mountain.

Out of the village, the Ge brothers walked forward with their heads down and facing the cold wind.

Suddenly, it was dark, and a burly figure appeared indifferently in front of the two of them.

"Excuse me, is this Ge Jiagou?" Looking down at the stunned villagers in front of him, Xiang Yuan's voice was low and heavy, and even covered the sound of the whirring wind.

Looking up at the mountain-like man in front of him, the Ge family brothers subconsciously swallowed their saliva: "Uh, yes...... Right. ”

"Thank you. ”

Nodding, Xiang Yuan stepped past the Ge family brothers and strode towards the Ge family village.

"This man...... It's scary......" glanced at each other, Xiang Yuan's burly and huge, exuding a faint coercive image, which caused a deep visual impact on the Ge family brothers.

Looking back at the back of the tiger's back and the bear's waist, and the back of the foot and hand that exuded a strong sense of strength, the Ge family brothers didn't even cut the firewood, and hurriedly followed the village far away.

Approaching the entrance of Gejiagou Village, Xiang Yuan's gaze naturally fell on the old man lying on the bench with his eyes half-closed.

"Huh?" As if sensing something, Yuan Xinwu slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look, just as Xiang Yuan's line of sight collided.

Buzz –

The eyes of the two martial arts masters who were at the peak of their transcendent strength collided, and there was a deafening thunder sound in the void, and between the friction of the qi and the machine, a terrifying pressure suddenly spread.

The floating dust on the ground moved slightly, and the other villagers in Gejiagou all stopped what they were doing at this moment, looking at the old and young at the entrance of the village from a distance, but no one dared to approach them within half a step of a hundred meters.

It was the living being's instinctive avoidance of potentially great danger.

Yuan Xinwu was thin and thin, his eyes were cloudy, and he was lying on the bench as if he was really just an old and faint old man.

But in Xiang Yuan's eyes, this old man is completely a tiger lying still and pretending to sleep, without a trace of fierce and violent aura, and his breath is restrained, but there is a hidden undercurrent of fierce intent that roars in the mountains and forests, and all spirits retreat.

Once awakened, between the roar of the tiger, the terror of the king of the mountains and forests will explode in an instant!

What a master!

Mortals look at the form, and the master looks at the god.

Just by making eye contact, Xiang Yuan could be sure that the old man in front of him who was not good-looking was the yellow-faced tiger he was looking for - Yuan Xinwu!

Just when Xiang Yuan was secretly excited to find his target.

Yuan Xinwu, who lived in seclusion in a small village in the mountains, was also looking at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him.

The breath is thick like a big oven, the shape is pulled, the muscles are tight, the whole body is like a steel casting, Zhou Qi and blood faintly flow to the dantian inner mansion, he also has a thorough understanding of the dantian gong?

The cloudy old eyes revealed a divine light, and Yuan Xinwu could see at a glance that Xiang Yuan had broken through the shackles of transformation and stepped into the Dan realm.

"Junior Xiang Yuan, I have seen Senior Yuan. ”

raised his arm and hugged his fist at Yuan Xinwu, and reported to Yuan to his home.

Putting down the teapot in his hand, Yuan Xinwu slowly got up from the recliner, looked at Xiang Yuan, who had a violent breath in front of him, and nodded slightly: "The outside world is really full of talents, and you can break through the strength at such a young age, and the future life is terrifying."

Xiang Gongzi came to this deep mountain to find old decay, what is the matter. ”

"The younger generation is visiting rashly today, just for one thing. Suddenly taking a step forward, Xiang Yuan's entire temperament suddenly changed, no longer the man with an aggressive breath, but turned into a king who ruled the realm of death.

Under this aura, everything was gone, leaving him sitting on a decaying throne, indifferently looking down on the creatures at his feet.

Facing Xiang Yuan's sudden temperament, the Ge family brothers, who were peeking at the entrance of the village, were struck by lightning, their faces turned blue, and they fell straight to the ground and fainted.

This kind of aura change is mysterious and mysterious, only a master of the same martial arts realm as Xiang Yuan can feel the confrontation, if others are close, the spiritual consciousness will not be able to withstand this impact, and will directly pass out.

Realizing the change in Xiang Yuan's temperament, Yuan Xinwu's god immediately became serious.

"There is no way ahead, I beg my seniors to help me break the shackles!"

Hearing Xiang Yuan's intention, Yuan Xinwu's eyes moved, and when he looked at Xiang Yuan's eyes, he saw that his eyes were clear, and he was as innocent as a child, so he knew that he really came to him to seek the Tao.

Looking at the man in front of him who looked no more than twenty years old, Yuan Xinwu's serious expression suddenly relaxed, and showed a smile: "If there is anything, come to the house and talk about it." ”

"Good. Without saying more, the aura of Xiang Yuan's gaze dissipated, and in an instant, he turned back into an ordinary man who was just a little burly.

Silently followed Yuan Xinwu to the village, pulling out to the abyss, without squinting, all the villagers passing by around him would subconsciously lower their heads and feel frightened.

It seems that it was not Xiang Yuan who came to their village, but they broke into Xiang Yuan's mansion.

followed Yuan Xinwu to a simple mud tile bungalow, the open wooden door was like an ornament, no one would come to steal such an old man with four walls, and no one would dare to risk the anger of the whole village to steal their patron saint!

"It's a little shabby at home, just sit down. ”

Greeting Xiang Yuan, Yuan Xinwu carried a blackened copper kettle that had been burned at the bottom of the kettle as if he was going to boil water.

Glancing at the room except for a square wooden table and a bench, Xiang Yuansuo sat directly on the ground, anyway, he was tall, and it was just right to sit on the ground and face the table.

After waiting for a few minutes, Yuan Xinwu returned to the house with boiled water and two pottery cups.

"See the smile, there is no tea to entertain, and I fry it myself. ”

The hot tea is poured into the clay cup, and the tea leaves gently rotate on the tea surface, exuding a faint fragrance.

"I'm tired. Xiang Yuan picked up the pottery cup with both hands and put it in front of his nose, sniffed it gently, and the bitter aroma of tea was refreshing.

The tea melted into warmth and flowed through the throat and into the abdomen, rising warmth and pouring into the limbs.

Three sips of tea were sipped into his mouth, and Yuan Xinwu gently put down the cup in his hand: "What you just said, tell me about it." ”

Speaking of the topic, Xiang Yuan sat up straight and put the teacup down.

Outside Yuan Xinwu's house, dozens of villagers from Gejiagou surrounded the periphery, for this small village located deep in the mountains and isolated from the world.

Any outsider is enough to arouse their curiosity and even vigilance.

And the man who appeared today gave them the feeling that they were like a demon god in myths and legends, and his every move exuded terrifying pressure.

"That man won't have any bad intentions towards Yuan Ye, or let's go and take a look." ”

It was too far away from the house to hear anything, and the villagers of the Ge family remembered to scratch their ears and cheeks.

"Don't mess around, you don't know Yuan Ye's ability, let's go over casually, but it will hinder his old man, just wait here, if there is anything wrong, how to go again." ”

Some of the level-headed people in the villagers soothed.

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Chapter 117: Mortals look at the form, and the master looks at the gods