The wild fox let out a sigh of relief and handed over the scripture as if resigned to his fate, but just when Liu Batian just stretched out his hand to receive the scripture, he heard a muffled thunder in the sky, and dark clouds appeared out of thin air, surging from all directions, gathering on the top of this Purple Mountain.

Liu Batian was shocked in his heart, if it was really a person who was not as good as the sky, he never thought that there would be a sudden thunderstorm on this moonlit and starry night.

The bean-sized raindrops fell without warning, and the wild fox wanted to retract his right hand holding the scripture when he saw this, but Liu Batian was one step faster than him.

The two grabbed one end of the bamboo slip with one hand, and the other hand was inextricably linked.

Maybe the two of them moved too much, and the bamboo slips were finally overwhelmed and divided into two, Liu Batian hurriedly put away the half of the bamboo slips in his hand, and the wild fox also hurriedly retracted the other half of the bamboo slips back into his sleeves, and the two of them were eyeing each other, both wanting to take back the bamboo slips in each other's hands.

Although they coveted each other, neither side dared to make a move lightly.

At this moment, an old man suddenly walked out of the Purple Mountain.

The old man is plain with a white robe, crane hair and childish face, a dragon head crutch between his hands, and there are still pieces of tender buds growing on the body, although it seems to be slow between a line and a step, in fact, every step is taken, the body is already a few zhang away, although it is pouring rain at the moment, but the old man has not touched the rain wherever he has passed, and there is a meaning that the leaves in the ten thousand flowers do not stick to the body.

Liu Batian didn't know the identity of the old man, and saw that although he had a strong breath, he was quite a little weird, and he still had hole cards that he had not used, so he was not in a hurry to get out after the old man appeared, after all, the other half of the scriptures still had a fatal attraction to him.

Unlike Liu Batian, as soon as this old man appeared, the wild fox fell into extreme shock, because this old man was not an outsider, but his long-dead master Master Zijin.

However, for the appearance of the Venerable Master of Zijin, the wild fox did not have much joy, on the contrary, he was a little angry, angry that this old guy obviously did not pass away, but he has been hiding from himself and not coming out to meet, since he is not dead, then he has been kneeling down to his mound for so many years, isn't it all seen by this old boy in his eyes and laughing in his heart?

The Venerable Master Zijin crossed the void in a few steps and came to the two of them, and when he saw the complexity in the eyes of the wild fox, he just bowed his head slightly, and did not rush to catch up with him.

Immediately took a few steps back, and made up his mind that once there was a stir in the wind, the wind would immediately pull and breathe, although the scriptures were precious, but their own lives were obviously more precious.

The three of them stood in a three-legged position, at first glance it seemed to be their own camp, but in fact, the momentum was pressed towards Liu Batian's side, and the atmosphere was a little silent for a while, only the mountain fire that had not yet been extinguished by the rain was burning.

The Qing soldiers on the Purple Mountain are all cavalry, and they are all men who come and go in the boundless grassland on weekdays, and they know very little about the way to climb the mountain, and the speed of pursuit is very slow, and the collision with the people of the dead Ming is also very rare, although the shouting and killing sound occasionally sounds, but the wild fox is still frightened when he listens.

Despite this, Wild Fox did not act rashly, and after so many years of getting along with Zijin, he was used to having him in everything.

After a few breaths, Liu Batian was a little breathless, and preemptively spoke: "This old-timer, I have no grudges with you in the past, no enmity in the near future, and I have never even met each other, why do you want to block my way?"

Although the aura of the Venerable Zijin was somewhat restrained at this moment, he seemed to be just a kind old man, but Liu Batian knew that the more inconspicuous the person, the more he could not be despised the person, so he decided to salute first and then soldier, and touch the details of the other party.

"Oh?" the Venerable Master Zijin sighed softly, looking very surprised, and continued, "The road is under your own feet, and the poor road cannot be stopped and will not be blocked. ”

Hearing this, the tense heartstrings in Liu Batian's heart eased a little, and he looked at the old man's meaning that he should not be malicious to himself.

But just when he was thinking like this, the Venerable Zijin said word by word: "But this road, you Patriarch Liu can't go anywhere." ”

As the Venerable Master Zijin spoke, he slammed the cane in his hand to the ground, and Liu Batian only heard a muffled sound, like a muffled thunder exploding on the soles of his feet.

The yellow light flashed, and the ground around him suddenly cracked countless openings, and the ground where Liu Batian was standing seemed to have lost its support, and the ground suddenly sunk down.

Between the lightning and flint, Liu Batian hurriedly flashed to the side, and when he flashed to the side, the openings that had been cracked gradually closed again.

Seeing this, Liu Batian suddenly felt a layer of white sweat behind his back, but he didn't expect that this bad old man who came out of nowhere not only knew his name, but also his Taoism was so profound, and this old man made it clear that he wanted to go against himself, and it seemed that he would not be able to please him tonight.

Thinking of this, Liu Batian had to hold back the injustice in his heart and said: "Don't be too proud, the little fox and this old man, you wait for the ancestor, or it won't be long before the ancestor will come to the door!"

After saying this, Liu Batian exerted his strength under his feet and fled into the distance.

The wild fox was very puzzled and asked why the Master of Zijin refused to chase it himself, and the Master of Zijin shook his head and smiled: "Poor Kou Mo chase, not to mention that even if you can catch up, what is the chance of winning?"

The wild fox couldn't help but scratch his head, what the Master of Zijin said was very right, the truth of poor Kou Mo chasing this truth is understood by the world, and of course the wild fox also understands, but as long as he stays with the Master of Zijin, he seems to have become the carefree little wild fox of the past, and this kind of brain-using thing is naturally left to the Master Zijin to do.

At this moment, the strong enemy retreated, the two masters and apprentices reunited, and the wild fox had countless words in his heart that he wanted to say to Zijin, and the two walked towards the mountain while talking.

Only then did the wild fox know that the Venerable Master of Zijin had indeed passed away a long time ago, but his primordial spirit did not re-enter the reincarnation, but was left behind by this Purple Mountain by mistake, and the Venerable Master of Zijin became the guardian ghost of this Purple Mountain, which is what the world usually calls the mountain god.

The reason why the Venerable Master of Purple Gold was able to scare Liu Batian away with one move was because as long as he was in this Purple Mountain, he was a god who followed his words, but he could not always make a move, after all, he was just a mountain spirit now.

The wild fox stood in place for a long time, a little lost in his heart, but also a little comforted, the meeting was also a short parting, the Zijin Venerable Master was right, but maybe he had no way to protect his life, but he could stay on this Zijin Mountain for the rest of his life and be this mountain guardian ghost with him.

The thunderstorm has not stopped at this moment, and the mountain fires ignited by the Qing soldiers have all been annihilated at this moment, leaving only a few sparks still rising strong white smoke.

The wild fox shook his head, cleared the sentimental thoughts in his mind, and walked quickly to the hiding place agreed with Zhang Jue in advance.