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Two voices rang out at the same time, but it was a man and a woman.

Liyang's eyes were torn and he scolded loudly. The body of the little lord Murong who sat down was already half-squatting, and his expression was extremely anxious, not much better than Liyang. Fortunately, she remembered something at this time, she stopped the urge to stand up, silently restrained her expression and sat down again, but this sitting, as if sitting on pins and needles, did not feel comfortable anymore.

San'er's fingers turned white from exertion, and his nails were deeply embedded in the mud, and the flesh and blood scraped were blurred. The dirt mixed with the blood on the fingers was shocking to look at.

Zhao Tiandi has been a spectator for a long time, and he wanted to stand up before, but Steward Guan grabbed him and couldn't get rid of him.

San'er is the brother he just befriended, at this time, the brother was trampled under his feet, why not step on his Zhao Tiandi's face again, if he doesn't do anything, I'm afraid he won't have the face to look at San'er anymore, and even look down on himself.

The big husband does something and doesn't do something, but he can't be a coward.

Steward Guan suddenly felt a huge force coming from Zhao Tiandi's arm, and in shock, he almost couldn't catch him, and he wiped a sweat in his heart, but he happened to meet Zhao Tiandi's eyes.

There was indignation, determination, and a lot of emotions in those eyes that he couldn't tell, but could clearly feel. Rao is he was also shocked by those eyes, and vaguely seemed to see a familiar figure, the same appearance, the same look, the same stubbornness.

When he was surprised, he was more happy, and said in his heart: It is worthy of our little master.

Thinking like this, his hands were loosened, and he no longer stopped Zhao Tiandi. Looking at the back of him rushing forward, the old blood of Steward Guan boiled, and he smiled slightly: "It's okay, how many years have I not been like today, I will fight this old bone for this long-lost feeling, and then accompany me to fight." ”

He was by that man's side and vowed not to let anyone touch him. Now he is also protecting, but the person who protects him has become a little young master, but the oath is still the same, and no one is allowed to touch him at all, even if he fights for his life.

Because he knew that he was going to go here, he was afraid that it would be more than lucky, and he was ready to die.

The world is unpredictable, and who knows what will change in the next second.

The sudden appearance of the old Taoist priest was a change that no one expected.

The old Taoist priest held the yellow sail in his left hand and the dust whisk in his right hand, ignoring a group of people and the solemn atmosphere, and swaggered over. Huang Fan moved with the wind, "Count the heavens and the earth, know people and know fate." The big characters of the canvas were conspicuous, and with the rolling of the canvas, there were a little ripples.

Isn't it the old Taoist priest who claims to be the first person to count blindly?

The old Taoist priest repeatedly whispered: "Life is just a dream, and grievances and hatred turn into butterflies." This is an allusion to Zhuang Zhoumengdie, in which the artistic conception is naturally profound, with his fluttering Taoist clothes, it is quite a bit of fairy wind and bones.

It's just that those who have seen him don't have such thoughts, just a bull's nose that is usually lustful and mixed, but it doesn't match those profound words at all, and it seems nondescript.

The old Taoist priest walked up to the strong man who stepped on San'er, and said with a smile: "Do you want to count a hexagram?"

The strong man was the doorkeeper of Yihong Mansion, and naturally he had seen this old Taoist priest who told fortunes, and often saw him flirting with the little girl in Yihong Mansion in the name of fortune telling, and he was already more or less angry with him, so he shouted: "You old man who doesn't open your eyes, talk more, and taste the taste of my big fist." He clenched his fist, and the bruises of his fist bulged, and it was really big and hard.

The old Taoist priest was not frightened by his fist, and still smiled and said: "Yintang is red, but in fact, the anger is too strong, and if it goes on for a long time, it will definitely lead to a strong outside and a dry middle, you must be cautious." I have a prescription here that can help you get rid of your illness, how about it?"

When the strong man heard this, his eyes widened, he was angry, and without saying a word, his fist had already swung towards the old Taoist.

One is tall and big, the other is thin and withered, if he is beaten by this fist, the old Taoist priest who still doesn't fight will fall apart and ascend to heaven with two feet.

The old Taoist priest did not dodge, nor did he back down, but just waved his sleeve robe slightly. The strong man felt that his fist was like hitting cotton, and he couldn't use his strength, but he fell deeper and deeper, he was not stupid, he knew that this Taoist priest was strange, so he wanted to withdraw his hand. At this time, a strong suction force suddenly appeared from the sleeve robe, which made him unable to get rid of it for a while, and then the original soft sleeve robe became as hard as steel, pushing towards him, and his fist was numb in the shock, and the whole person couldn't stand, and he took several steps backwards before he could stop.

The old Taoist priest grabbed San'er, dragged him to hang in the air, and threw it, San'er flew a few feet away as if he had nothing, and then fell to the ground lightly. The whole set of actions is very relaxed, as simple as eating and drinking.

The strong man was not convinced, especially when he was beaten back several steps by this obscene old Taoist priest, and he was even more uncomfortable in his heart, and he raised his fist and pounced. Another brawny man shouted, "I'm here to help, too." ”

The two figures rushed together, and the momentum was really extraordinary.

The old Taoist priest shook off the dust and said, "Stand down." ”

When they didn't have time to react, everyone felt that there was a flower in front of them, and the two strong men who were still powerful before flew upside down like flying pieces of paper, smashing the ground with a bang.

This time, everyone knows that this old way is not as simple as it seems on the outside.

Although the little lord of Murong was stunned, after seeing that San'er was fine, he quickly calmed down, it was rare for a little girl to be able to do things like this, which made the old Taoist priest feel that this little girl was not simple.

Murong Xiaozhu quipped: "The old Taoist priest is not a fortune teller, why does he still look sick." ”

The old Taoist priest still said with that smiling expression: "The fortune teller is in a recession, and I have to do something else to support myself." ”

Murong Xiao Master said: "I really looked away, and I didn't know that there was such a top master by my side." Can the little girl have the honor to visit the old Taoist priest's name? ”

The old Taoist priest said: "The first person to count the blind in the cool view is the old Taoist me." ”

As soon as these words came out, Little Lord Murong knew that this old Taoist priest was unwilling to reveal his name, so he stopped asking him.

Lao Dao nodded slightly, as if he admired this little girl, and then said: "I have always charged a high fee for treatment, and I see that you are a cute little girl, so I should give a favor, and I will not ask your subordinates for medical expenses." ”

"Then the old Taoist priest is here, what is it for?" asked the little master Murong, which showed that he was still afraid of his bottomless kung fu

Very much.

The old Taoist priest said: "It's just that someone entrusted me with one thing." ”

"Are you done?"

"That's it. ”

Little Lord Murong said: "That's good, our business is done, and the little woman will say goodbye here." ”

At this time, the two strong men had already stood up, but the old Taoist priest did not make a ruthless move, but only suffered a slight injury, and there was no major problem.

Little Lord Murong put down the red curtain, threw a crystal jade bottle from the curtain, and said, "This is the antidote." ”

After the old Taoist priest took the jade bottle, the six people who carried the sedan chair lifted the sedan chair and walked away as if they were dancing. The two strong men supported each other and slowly followed behind the sedan chair. Before leaving, Mu Lao glanced at the old Taoist priest deeply, as if thinking about something, and then flew up to catch up with those people.

When those people disappeared, the old Taoist priest turned around and came to San'er, but saw that many people took a few steps back and made way for a big road.

San'er was helped up by Zhao Tiandi, leaning on Zhao Tiandi's arms, seeing that the old Taoist priest was coming, he wanted to say thank you, but before the words came out, the old Taoist priest spoke up first: "Little ghost, are you dead?"

San'er was already very weak, listened to his words, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm not dead." ”

The old Taoist priest said, "That's good." Then he said something that no one could have imagined: "Would you like to come with me?"

San'er's eyes widened slowly, and he looked at the old Taoist priest blankly for a moment, but he reacted quickly, and nodded fiercely as much as he could: "I am willing." ”

Liyang went with the little lord of Murong, and the little lord of Murong did not treat Liyang badly, but ignored the suspicion between men and women, and invited Liyang to sit in the sedan chair together.

The two were silent in the sedan chair, perhaps too lonely, and the little lord of Murong took the initiative to speak: "Is it so good for everyone to leave the hero?"

Liyang asked, "Huh?"

Murong Xiao Master said: "Leaving the hero is like being to your little buddy?"

Liyang shook his head: "No."

"The person the old Taoist priest said entrusted to you is you. ”

Liyang didn't answer, but the little lord of Murong already knew the answer, but he became more and more puzzled: "Why is Lixia willing to do so many things for him, is there anything different about him?"

Liyang sighed and said quietly: "When you meet someone who can make you willing to do anything, you will know."

The little lord of Murong pondered, and Liyang stopped talking.

Only the light yarn rustled with the breeze, as if whispering softly in the ear.

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