The old man sneered disdainfully: "You pick up the bones for others, who will collect the corpse for you in the future?" The old man's gray hair was covered with snow, and his nose was red, but his eyes were always sharp. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This kind of stupid person, the old man hadn't seen it from Liuyun Sect for a long time, and for a while he thought Ling Motang was funny and he thought she was naïve.

Ling Motang didn't like to listen to this, and the meaning of the words was to tell her: If you die in the future, no one will collect the body for you, and you will die a miserable death!

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was already in his old age, with Ling Motang's temperament, he would have already taken turns to fight with the other party, even if he had the best temper, he wouldn't be able to withstand the sarcastic curses of this old man.

"I don't know if someone will collect my body when I'm dead." Ling Motang's voice was tepid, with some helplessness: "But at least some of these people have collected their bodies for them, and I can be regarded as a virtuous person." ”

"Huh." The old man sneered, expressed his disapproval of what Ling Motang said, and threw the broom in his hand at Ling Motang: "Since you want to sweep it, you can sweep it, even if the altar is broken, you must keep it spotless." The old man took the lantern and left in the snow.

Ling Motang shook his head and sighed, looking up at the snow that was still falling in the sky, if this snow didn't stop, it would definitely be three feet high tomorrow.

Snow stop?!

Why didn't this old man wait for the snow to stop before coming to clear the snow, how could anyone sweep the snow while clearing the snow on a snowy day? The people of the Flowing Cloud Sect are very strange.

Ling Motang leaned the broom in his hand aside, first dug a pit in the flower garden on the side, and then buried the wooden box in it, and said with a heartfelt voice: "You also have a place to live, and in the future, the Liuyun Sect will worship with you." He kowtowed three more times to that: "Dude, if you want to know from the spring, you can also bless me, my request is very simple, I can live if I can eat and wear." "It's better to die than to live, it's good to live.

"It's not easy." The old man's voice sounded coldly behind Ling Motang, she got up and turned around, the old man was back.

She was startled by the old man's sudden opening, and her saliva palpitated: "Uncle, people are scary and scared to death, why are you back again?" ”

"It is a fool's dream for a powerless person to want to live safely in this world of demons." What's going on with this old man, he always likes to talk to himself.

Ling Motang coughed dryly: "You're right. She didn't bother to talk to the old man, even if she won the meaningless quarrel, she patted the snow on her shoulder and was about to leave, but was stopped by the old man, and the old man immediately said: "Didn't you say that you wanted to sweep the snow?" ”

"I'm going to clear the snow, but I didn't say now." She Ling Motang is not stupid, it is snowing, and she can't finish sweeping it until dawn.

"Young people just aren't reliable." The old man muttered and took the broom in his hand to sweep the snow.

Why is this old man so persistent!

"Uncle, if you have anything you can't think of, you might as well say it, and I will help you analyze it." Ling Motang was not at ease and walked around behind the old man, his hands were cold and could only shrink into his sleeves, sweeping the snow in the heavy snow, and only those who couldn't think about it would do this.

At such an age, his temper is still so eccentric, his behavior is persistent, and his words are mean, according to Ling Motang's experience for many years, this old man was depressed when he was young, and he hit walls everywhere in middle age, and he was so stubborn and eccentric in his old age.

The old man was not happy to be said by Ling Motang, and rolled his eyes at her: "Get out." The tone was disgusting.

The corners of Ling Motang's lips fell, and he inhaled with a slightly drunk expression: "Uncle, are you sure you don't need me to explain it, if you don't say it, this heart disease is likely to accumulate into a disease." Ling Motang ran the train with his mouth full, but he felt sorry when he saw the old man braving the wind and snow to sweep the snow: "I'll sweep it." ”

This old man's stubborn temper came up, and he just wouldn't let go of the hand holding the broom, hey! If he refused to let go, he didn't forget it, God actually raised a broom and greeted Ling Motang.

"Uncle, I have something to say." Ling Motang fled in the snow with heavy steps, the uncle danced the broom impenetrable, Ling Motang slipped the soles of his feet and slid directly down the steps, rubbing his two halves of the buttocks and grinning, it really hurt.

Ling Motang really didn't expect that an old man who seemed to be weak and couldn't help but be stronger than her combat power, so, what kind of combat power was her low, as soon as she stood firm, the broom tied by the withered branches flew directly towards her, and she couldn't avoid it, and the broom handle smashed into her calf again. What kind of sin is she doing, she shouldn't have come to this altar in the middle of the night, let alone have an unprovoked sympathetic attack to collect the corpse of someone and talk to the old man.

The old man stood on the steps with his hands on his hips, his white beard hanging down on his chest and swaying in the wind, looking at the fairy wind bones that were actually violent and could not communicate, he squinted his eyes and scolded Ling Motang: "You will sweep when the snow stops." ”

Ling Motang: ...... Are the old men of the Flowing Cloud Sect so difficult to deal with?

She resigned herself to picking up the broom at her feet and sweeping the snow obediently, not because she wanted to be so well-behaved, but because she didn't dare to play tricks under the nose of the old man, after all, she couldn't beat the old man in his old age, and even she felt ashamed to say it.

The old man didn't leave, but stood in one place and watched her sweep the snow with his hands folded over his shoulders, his eyes dim.

When Ling Motang swept to the old man's feet, there was already some snow on his shoulders, and he didn't know where to look in his clear eyes, Ling Motang quietly asked, "Uncle, how many years have you been in this Liuyun Sect?" ”

"I can't remember." The old man sighed, then glared at Ling Motang: "Don't be lazy." ”

Ling Motang shook the snow flakes on his body, and continued to talk to the other party: "Then what do you call it?" "Sugar-coated shells are especially important when force cannot be won.

"It's just a bad old man sweeping the floor, it doesn't matter what it's called." At this moment, the old man suddenly reined in his previous meanness towards Ling Motang, and his voice became a little distant and helpless, and his clear eyes carried the same as before.

Ling Motang stood stunned in place, the old man came back to her senses one step ahead of her, and kicked her calf viciously: "Don't be lazy." Ling Motang had no choice but to continue clearing the snow, hoping that the heavy snow would stop and the sky would clear.

A chill hit, she sneezed one after another, her snot was about to hang down, she wiped her sleeve a few times, and then carried a broom to sweep the snow, and when the sky was slightly brighter, the snow stopped, and she looked down the steps behind her to see that the old man had disappeared.

The night was really torturous, she already had two extra-large dark circles on her face, and her whole face was a capital "sleepy". Carrying a broom on his shoulder and going down the steps, he looked back at the broken altar and sighed, what a good place, but it was also destroyed overnight.

Suddenly, a faint green glow from one part of the altar drew her attention, and she slowly approached it......