It is not uncommon for there to be an old man fishing outside the village, and no one will be surprised, but this old man is too strange to inevitably attract the attention of others.

The square pond where the old man fished was an out-and-out stinky ditch, which not only exuded a disgusting ** smell, but also floated with the rotting carcasses of many domestic animals.

There would be no fish in such a pond anyway, and no one would fish in such a pond, but the old man in front of him was indeed fishing.

It's incomprehensible not only fishing, but also the clothes on the old man's clothes make people feel incredible, and they can't help but suspect that the old man has gone crazy.

The old man wears a crown on his head, twenty-four before and after, which is the number of emperors. Wearing a crimson Nine Phoenix Flame Sun Robe, the red brocade robe was extremely gorgeous, but it was tattered, as if it had experienced a vicious fight.

As for the lower body, only the legs without pants were black and dirty, not much better than a beggar. The pair of straw sandals with few grasses left on their feet are also overstretched, which makes people laugh.

With such a tiger-like dress, anyone who sees it will feel weird.

Murong Jie and Lin Xian'er walked to the front, and Lin Xian'er hid to the side and snickered, not daring to make a sound for fear of angering the old man. Murong Jie's heart was straightforward, and he couldn't help but ask, "Old man, why are you dressed up like this, and why are you fishing here?"

The old man looked at Murong Jie and Lin Xian'er, inserted the fishing rod into the soil by the pond, stretched his waist casually, and yawned gracefully. I saw that the old man's eyes seemed to be staring at Murong Jie for a long time, and then he said slowly and absentmindedly: "Taigong fishing, I would rather take it in the straight than ask for it in the song." Who in all dynasties and dynasties is not like the old man? Although most of the world takes fish in this pond!"

"How do you say this?" Murong Jie didn't know why, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he felt.

"If you rule for a long time, you will be chaotic, and if you join for a long time, you will divide it. After a long time of peace and prosperity, how can future generations know their ancestors, the difficulty of starting a business, and the hard work of keeping it. One by one, arrogant and lascivious, one by one indulgent and corrupt, the legacy of the ancestors has been exhausted. Zhumen wine and meat, there are frozen bones on the road, with its freezing and starvation, it is better to follow the robbers, go to plunder together, and you can also eat fine clothes and jade, take a few beautiful wives and concubines, and enjoy half a lifetime of wealth and glory. The old man laughed loudly.

"The rise and fall of the world is the responsibility of the husband. Now that the mountains and rivers are broken, it is the time for our generation to be loyal to the monarch and serve the country, how can I say anything to loot together, the old man is inevitably alarmist. "Murong Jie seems to be discordant when he hears this, how can such an old man open his mouth to rob and cause chaos.

"The peaks and mountains are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are on the surface of Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital, hesitating, sad Qin and Han meridians, the palace and thousands of rooms have been made of soil. Xing, the people are suffering, dying, the people are suffering!" The old man looked up at the sky and suddenly sang, as if he hadn't heard Murong Jie's words at all.

"Knowing the suffering of the people, we should serve the country bravely, rejuvenate the Tang Dynasty, and recreate the world of peace. Murong Jie sighed angrily.

"Ha, ha, ha, Murong Chui, Murong Chui, look at your descendants, they are all like you, obsessed, trapped beasts still fighting. Why not let go of right and wrong, good and evil, and return to the mountains and forests to seek the Tao. It's good to reach the gods as soon as possible and be ranked in the immortal class. The old man shook his head incredibly, and his exaggerated demeanor became more and more insane.

"The world is in chaos, how can you be alone?" Murong Jie said impassionedly.

Murong Jie was taught by his father since he was a child, and his husband stood in heaven and earth, and he should worry about the country and the people to serve the emperor.

Murong Jie didn't want to pay attention to the crazy old man anymore, but who knew that the old man just talked about Murong Chui, that Murong Chui was not only the ancestor of Murong Jie, but also the unsurpassed Holy Ancestor of the Murong family, Murong Jie and the crazy old man never knew each other, why did the old man know that he was a descendant of Murong Chui, it seems that the crazy old man must have come prepared, but I don't know whether this old man is an enemy or a friend.

"Qin is like a wolf and tiger, Zhao is like a guinea pig, Qin is strong and Zhao is weak. The smile is like that, the big and sloppy, I want to use my blood and qi to kill Yilu, in case you are killed, Jun, who is the master, who is the master, who is the master?" Murong Jie secretly guessed the origin of the old man in his heart, but the old man sang to himself again.

"Fang is down today, and he is declining again, just because the emperor is mediocre and the traitors of the court are in charge. Kill the faint king, eliminate the traitors, assist the Ming monarch, select the virtuous and appointed, why worry about the world and the Tang Dynasty. Murong Jie's heart was full of thoughts of serving the country.

"Old people come to be sick, strong times are recruited, troubled times are evil, and prosperous times are made. The cycle of heaven is destined, why force it, why bother persevering. The high-flying bird died of food, and the fish of Shenquan died of fragrant bait. The old man replied indistinctly.

"The crockpot is not broken from the well, and the generals mostly die in front of the battle. I, Murong Jie's family, are I greedy for life and afraid of death. "Murong Jie usually can't listen to the way of misanthropy, it seems that he must have a good reason with the old man today.

"A lifetime of heroes, an emptiness, a lifetime of killing, a dream. The old man chanted.

"Those who are alive do not hide their death, those who have a country do not hide their death, those who deny the dead cannot survive, and those who die cannot live. Murong Jie responded.

"Although there are things that are easy to live in the world, one day is violent, ten days are cold, and there is no one who can live. The old man lamented.

"Freezing three feet is not a day's cold, and dripping stones are not a day's work. The boy's family is deeply favored by the court, and since he was a child, he has known to serve the country with his body, even if he knows that he can't do it, he is only willing to repay the emperor's kindness and protect the family and defend the country. Murong Jie said angrily.

"The Great Wall is still there, and I don't see Qin Shi Huang back then. The old man continued.

"The younger generation is not talented, dare to ask, Immortal Changzun, where is the Immortal Township?" Murong Jie asked. Murong Jie knew very well that the person who could make such remarks was not a mountain village man, maybe he was an immortal cultivator from somewhere.

"Idle clouds and wild cranes, nameless, nameless, nameless, homeless. The old man straightened out his tattered clothes and replied.

Murong Jie expected that the old man was not an ordinary man, and it was no accident that they met here, but why did the old man refuse to tell the truth about his name and surname, could there be another reason for this.

When Murong Jie was thinking wildly, he only heard the old man sing again.

"Lishan Hengxiu, Weishui Huanxiu, mountains and rivers are still the same. The fox and rabbit are sad, the grass and trees are autumn, the Sui Yuan of the Qin Palace is stinking, where is the ......Tang Que Han Mausoleum?

As the tone became farther and farther away, the old man was nowhere to be seen in a blink of an eye, leaving only a filthy half-acre pond.

Murong Jie and Lin Xian'er were surprised to see that the old man could disappear in the blink of an eye, how high a level of cultivation did it take to do it, I am afraid that the five ancestors of the Sword Sect today do not have such the ability to see the beginning and the end of the dragon.

Staring at the vast twilight in front of them, thinking about the unknown whereabouts of the old man, the two of them heard a sound from nowhere between heaven and earth.

"The sea of bitterness is boundless, and the back is the shore. ”

Murong Jie and Lin Xian'er were very surprised, knowing that the old man who came and went without a trace must be an extraordinary worldly master, but they didn't know why he appeared here, let alone what his intentions were.

Perhaps the old man was a senior hermit of the Sizhaotang, but at this time they did not have time to think about it, the sun had already set behind the mountain, and the sky was completely dark, if they did not find a place to stay as soon as possible, when all the shops were closed, they would have to sleep on the streets.