A layer of nearly 10,000 zhang rain curtain moved like a white cloth, like a white wall of rain curtain hanging down from the sky, and like the most spectacular tide hitting the sky. The rain curtain is high, hundreds of feet higher than the peaks, blowing over the peaks with a brutal attitude, and for a time, the ancient trees on the mountain are like new weeds blown by the wind, and they are poured.

The misty water vapor is permeated in the mountains, and the whole mountain range is as magnificent as a long-separated Xianshan Yao Island, the water mist is overflowing, and the vigorous leaf veins of the laurel trees are as bright as a new wash.

Under the torrential rain and strong winds, it seems that a sharp light rain has fallen in the mountains, and these "raindrops" are not falling from the high sky, but are blown off the laurel leaves by strong winds. It is so abundant that it makes people feel like swallowing a large area of water vapor when breathing, and the water vapor is so abundant that it quickly condenses on the laurel leaves like a dense mist, and then it is blown by the strong wind and falls obliquely, like countless tiny arrows abruptly scraped in the mountains.

In front of the rain curtain of thousands of zhang, the old Taoist wearing a silver robe volleyed into the air, stepped into the air, and the rain curtain behind him followed closely like an army, it seemed that as long as the old man moved his thoughts, this layer of rain curtain would come from the sky, and hit down with the arrogant attitude of the bright Milky Way.

Behind the old man was a group of Taoist friends with a high cultivation background, but at this moment, the faces of this group of Taoist friends were very solemn, and even a little frightened, and the old man's hand really made them frightened.

The momentum of the wind and rain that came with it obviously has the power of heaven, and if it is placed outside the world, this hand is the disaster of the rain destroying the city and the catastrophe of the sky.

And this is just a casual stroke of the old man, you must know that this old man is best at Leifa!

If the old man urges the thunder law to fall in this rain curtain again at this time, will this be a human thunder pool?!

Thousands of dragon-like thunder lights are churning in the rain curtain, like a dragon making waves, and within the rain curtain, there is a territory controlled by the old man, similar to sitting in a heaven and earth, what can the opponent fight with him? In this "thunder pool", he is the sky, life and death are taken away, and a thought is made.

Under the mountain range, the intricate obstacle nodes are impacted under the rain curtain that comes over time, as if the weeds and branches are impacted by the flood, but these nodes that are scattered by the impact are not spread outward, but gather together along the edge of the rain curtain, this layer of rain curtain is like a barrier in general, all the obstacles arranged in a line, how wide the rain curtain is, how long the defense line formed by these obstacles, this is the supreme method to forcibly accumulate the scattered obstacles into a compressed line of defense, countless barriers are stacked together, in fact, this is a kind of extreme compression of space, the space controlled by each obstacle is forcibly added together, each space is intertwined, and it is possible that there will be multiple small spaces hidden in one space, just like a dream within a dream!

The ring hides Sumeru, and Sumeru mustard seeds are probably as mysterious as this.

Not long after, the rain curtain has crossed the four heavenly mountains, to the back three mountains, the closer to the back three mountains, the more the rain curtain is more and more condensed, like a nine-point city wall towering, people look at it with a sense of terrifying oppression.

Heaven and earth are high walls, the region is demarcated, and an ancient battlefield is encompassed with a rain curtain, which is to fight against the old shopkeeper?

These two can be said to be the most proficient beings in the world, do they want to have a fight on the thunder law here?

Thinking that this should be a rare feat in the world, the collision of the most majestic four-hour thunder and the most exquisite finger-winding thunder is also unique in the history of the past and present.

Many Daoists behind the old Taoist glanced at the obstacle compressed by the rain curtain, their eyes were dark and unpredictable, but no one dared to speak out at this time. Although the forbidden effect of the compressed node is enhanced, the overlapping space is squeezed in this way, and it will eventually fall apart because of the collision between the spaces. Just like the collision of floating islands in the void, the collision of two floating islands is often not a combination of larger islands, but destruction!

If the old man is allowed to move like this, most of the obstacles that collide with each other will be the result of shattering, and when there is no obstacle shackles, the wandering spirits hidden in the town will rush out and escape directly into the four fields of heaven and earth.

Could it be that he had absolute confidence that he could kill thousands of wandering spirits in one fell swoop with the Thunder Pool, and in an instant, the entire Red Candle Town and its surroundings would become a real Dead Ancient Battlefield?

Even if the old Taoist can do it, this hand will destroy half of the foundation of the sect, the sect has been relying on these wandering spirits for hundreds of years, and those wandering souls of the previous dynasty are too important to the sect, otherwise they will not guard this town for hundreds of years, and they will send people to collect rent every few years.

The group of Taoists who followed the old man were silent at the moment, and they were all carefully thinking about what this old master wanted.

Just when he arrived at the boundary of the three mountains, the old watchman suddenly stopped stepping into the air, and the rain curtain behind him also came to an abrupt end.

The old viewer glanced at the mountain under his feet, on the wind-blown mountain, the ancient wood was bent like a tightened bowstring, but there was a faint halo of gold dust on the mountain, and the mountain under his feet was like a light picture. At first glance, the halo of gold powder looks like a layer of afterglow of the setting sun, and the entire Housanshan is as bright as a golden dress.

The old viewer smiled without a trace, it was still noon just now, and it took less than a stick of incense to set the evening scenery of the West Mountain, and he naturally knew that the sunrise and sunset here were controlled by one person, so he was not too surprised.

No matter how the season is changed, he can always show the power of the four thunders, which is nothing more than the switch between the thunder methods, in the final analysis, the old shopkeeper can only change the season, but he can't hide the season, the rules of heaven and earth, no matter how amazing you are, you still can't break free from the shackles of heaven and earth. Besides, he didn't have much malice when he came this time, if it weren't for Wen Yu still in the mountains, he wouldn't have bothered to go this way.

The group of Taoists stopped and found the strangeness of the Housanshan, the faint layer of gold powder diffused with a layer of mysterious atmosphere, it looked like the golden glow on the statue of the Taoist temple, faintly there was a smell of incense to the outside, but this breath is different from the pure incense breath, this breath is too mixed, so mixed that people can't figure out the origin of this breath.

Several Taoists glanced at each other and nodded. In this mountain range where the roots of the mountain have long been broken, the spirit of the mountain is lost, and the mountain spirit cannot be conceived at all, so there is only one possibility, that is, there are masters sitting in the latter three mountains, and they want to refine the latter three mountains.

Several Taoists invariably glanced at the old master, and the old master with his back to a few people shook his head gently, indicating that he was not in charge of the last three mountains.

The eyes of the group of Taoists flickered, it stands to reason that this old master has the ability to refine these three rootless mountains, and there is no need to hide it at all, if he has this mind, the sect will spare no effort to help him refine, not to mention the latter three mountains, even if it is the entire mountain range, the sect will also support it. Without him, just because if this Guan Master refines the entire mountain range or the last three mountains, the defensive line spread by the sect here will undoubtedly be more stable.

In fact, there are three prohibitions in the Seven Star Mountains for Red Candle Town, one is those obstacles densely scattered in the mountain range, this kind of defense can be described as preventing gentlemen and villains, and can only restrict those wandering spirits and walking corpses, for the existence of those levels in the town, it is simply nothing, and since the old master can break down these obstacles with a rain curtain casually, it is not a difficult thing for the old shopkeeper, the old shopkeeper controls thousands of wandering spirits in his hands, and it is not easy to completely impact this layer of obstacles?

Relatively speaking, the second prohibition is the most impregnable line of defense, there are Molei Guan and Lao Guan Zhu sitting here, even if the old shopkeeper fights back, the old Guan Master who relies on Molei Guan can also hold on until the arrival of the support of the sect's army, of course, this premise can only be done if the old Guan Guan does not release water.

As for the third hidden prohibition, it has never been triggered since the day it was laid down, and that prohibition can be said to be the last resort against Red Candle Town, and it is also the biggest killing move, and it will not easily trigger that big killing weapon until the situation is really irretrievable.

As for why this old master is willing to guard this place for the sect, even if the status of the few Taoists behind him is not low, they can't touch this secret, and only a few people in the entire sect know the secrets.

In short, this old master is a little incomprehensible to many people in the sect, with his strength, no matter how vast the world is, he will not condescend to this remote corner, but he has taken root here for seven hundred years, acting as a gatekeeper who has little oil and water.

The group of Taoists behind him once again confirmed the strangeness of the Hou San Mountain, it is indeed not a trick, but someone has actually refined the Hou San Mountain, and there is already a majestic atmosphere of condensing the golden body, which makes this group of Taoists a little panicked, this is close to an ancient battlefield that has been pieced together, if someone refines the boundary of the Hou San Mountain, how terrifying it should be?

It makes people shudder to think about it, expanding the territory on top of the original ancient battlefield, and it is also the boundary of three mountains, which is tantamount to a tiger wings for the group of prisoners who are good at conquest, especially when someone arranges troops and someone charges into battle, if the original magnitude is equivalent to a sect dispute, then after refining the three mountains, it is equivalent to a battle of conquest between two small dynasties!

The face of the Taoist priest who came with the old Guan Lord was obviously not very good-looking, and someone said with a little annoyance: "Lord Guan is sitting in this area, but now someone is quietly refining the Hou San Mountain under your old nose, is it true that Lord Guan really doesn't know?"

The old god was there, smiled mysteriously, and said indifferently: "The old Tao really doesn't know anything. ”

Then he said in a slightly cold tone: "Even if you know, what then? Lao Tzu doesn't want to say who dares to pry Lao Tzu's mouth, and he is not afraid of being shocked to death by a sneeze of Lao Tzu?!"

This old viewer's temper is not ordinary.

Seeing that the old man was a little angry, they immediately fell silent, but the cold light in their eyes surged, and they obviously already had a mustard heart.

Someone behind him snorted softly, and the cold snort was inaudible.

However, for the old viewer who is proficient in thunder and can easily control the rain curtain, it is tantamount to thunder in his ears, and the corner of the old viewer's mouth lifted a sarcasm, and he also snorted lightly.

The next moment, the dark thunder rolled in, and the thunder was so fierce that it was like the thunder god beating a drum in his ears, and like the thunder exploding overhead, deafening.

Several Daoists immediately stirred up their whole body spiritual power at the moment when the thunder sound sounded, and Rao was like this, and there were still blood lines oozing from the corners of several people's ears. It was only at this moment that they remembered the strength of this old watchman, in fact, in the inside story they could know, this old watchman did not shoot much, and the most widely known thing was that this old watchman liked to make people cry, and rarely killed people. The last time I heard about the deeds of the old master was a few years ago, I heard that a disciple under him who didn't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the sky made the old master cry with a single hand "reaching the peak" of the thunder method, or the kind of fart and urine, but it is said that in a corner of the empire's territory, it rained for nearly ten years, the rain became a disaster, the thunder roared, and hundreds of people were drowned or killed by thunder, and many refugees were displaced to other places, which was very miserable.

There is also an even more peculiar anecdote, it is said that at the beginning of the rainstorm, many refugees have organized to pray for the heavens to ward off the disaster with precious money, but it still has no effect, and finally simply smashed the temporary altar, 10,000 people pointed to the sky, and scolded, hoping to scold the disaster away, but it was still to no avail.

Later, this old master was hunched over for ten years, and when he met his disciple to ask, he said that Wen Yu's hand thunder method stamina was too great, and he flashed to his waist...

However, in recent years, the small territory has been smooth. It is estimated that this old viewer is also afraid of being poked in the back.

The group of Taoist priests who came with the old master wiped the blood from their ears with pale faces, and they didn't dare to gasp again.

After the old viewer stopped, the passage of the rain curtain behind him also came to an abrupt end, and at the same time, the wind in the mountains also stopped.

In the mountains and forests, a red spotted house dragon was blown to the ground by a strong wind, covered in the scattered branches and leaves, the wind stopped, those red spotted house dragons with a cold body climbed out of the scattered branches and leaves, the snake letter quickly swallowed, just because of the vibration caused by the wind has caused their vigilance, these house dragons through the vibration of the abdominal scales to obtain information, at this time are all ready to go, it seems to be as vigilant and ferocious as when hunting. This was followed by the rustling sound of the mountains, as terrifying as thousands of Yaksha walking among the dead grass.

The house dragon did not swim around along the ground, but dragged his wrist-thick body to the laurel tree, and for a while it was a red mountain.

It was only at this time that those Daoists noticed the strangeness in the forest, and several of them jumped in horror at the same time.

No wonder the Yao River suddenly disappeared.

The old watcher looked at the hanging tree house dragons all over the mountain, turned his head slightly and asked with a smile, "Who is calculating whom?"

The old man didn't expect an answer, and said to himself: "A war drummer who can mend and set things right outside the battlefield of the established policy, it is estimated that you are the only one in the world who dares to despise him so much." ”

"Even if you win the protracted war, you still haven't understood how powerful he is. ”

"Never underestimate a person who can give orders on the battlefield, even if he dies, there will still be an endless stream of followers, not to mention that not only is he not dead, but he has nearly 700 years of respite. ”

......

Red Candle Town.

Fang Yuan stood in the dimly lit money shop, facing a peeling wall, which had been covered with blood-colored lines and runes a few days ago, but now the "earthworms" carved into the walls were gone.

The inside and outside of the shop were damp, Fang Yuan took a breath lightly, and in the next moment, his jewel-like eyes were as bright red and transparent as if they were fainting blood.

Outside the shop, the sky darkened, and only a thin afterglow shone through the mist, and crystal droplets of water condensed on Huang Lu's fur coat. He lay on the wicker chair, and instead of flipping through the books as usual, he closed his eyes slightly, and he wanted to bask in the cold sunset for a while.

......

In a pillow view, Sun Xishan sat for a long time leaning on the dilapidated clay statue, and at a certain moment, he stood up gently, bent down and gently wiped off the dust on the dilapidated clay statue with the big red cuffs, and the dust that was brushed off was stained with the old man's cuffs, turning golden little by little.

When the last trace of dust was brushed off, the old man's sleeve robe suddenly became windy, and he smashed his clay sculpture with his own hands.

Inside, the golden light suddenly rose.

At the same time, the bright red robe shattered inch by inch, and a white light suddenly flowed.

The old man with a declining momentum was like a god at this moment, his big sleeves swayed without wind, and the slender green silk fluttered like flowing clouds.

The pair of snake jade rings in his ears vibrated gently, like ringing rings.

The golden light bloomed under the white clothes, and the golden light was like a swarm of wandering golden grasshoppers, and the old man gently raised his hands and pulled the dense and viscous golden light into his sleeve.

Take the mountain as the boundary and reshape the golden body.

......

The lamp shop still has no name, and people have become accustomed to calling it a lamp shop.

The old shopkeeper has fought in the north and south all his life, and has left a drumbeat on almost every inch of the old empire's territory, but this square inch of land that has accompanied him for the longest time has not left the slightest drumbeat.

Even if he is a hero, there will be a day when he falls, and maybe this will become his swan song.

The old shopkeeper sat behind the counter, looking at the figure of Li Deng leaving, his cold eyes were full of tears, but that's all.

Li Deng was a little lost and a little reluctant. Just now, the old shopkeeper told him that he could leave the town and see the outside world. Li Deng was unwilling, but after seeing the old shopkeeper's determined eyes, he could only be defeated.

Before leaving, Li Deng made a cup of chrysanthemum tea for the old shopkeeper.

Serving relatives is like courtesy, sometimes it's really just a little thing, as small as making a cup of tea to express the greatest respect.

When Li Deng walked out of the shop, the old shopkeeper suddenly told the young man two words.

Don't be lazy.

This shop, keep it.

Li Deng's figure was stunned, he didn't turn around, but kept raising his sleeves.

Li Deng didn't understand that sentence until this moment: Deng'er, I hope you can be respectful next time you come to worship, and you may not be so afraid at that time...

The young man still did not turn his head, and nodded vigorously with his back to the old man.

Walking down the street, the boy heard the sound of drums, impassioned drums.

The young man's heart is like a drum.

The boy was gone, leaving only an old man beating a drum.

......

Wooden mill.

The man stood in the backyard, listening to the beating of the drums, and for the first time in his life, he did not have that feeling of blood boiling, but a little sadness.

I remember that every time I heard the marching drum in the past, the whole man seemed to be burning.

No matter how difficult the battle is, as long as the drum beat is still there, the man will not have any panic. But the man never thought that in his lifetime of expedition, that drum beat would disappear.

Yin Hong, standing in the backyard, was like a sculpture, listening carefully to the old shopkeeper who would ring the send-off at the end of every time.

The old shopkeeper's drum sound is clearly saying goodbye to Li Deng, but the drum is not pathetic, it is the old shopkeeper's life has never been beaten to see off the king.

Send the army to the line, send the king to the line.

Between the mountains of corpses, is where my heart returns.

The man stretched out his hand and pinned out, hanging his armor with a horizontal gun, "Li Dynasty, Yin Hong's army Yin Hong please fight!"

......

Street corner.

Mr. Storyteller looked embarrassed and burst into tears, how many years have you not heard this high-spirited drum?

But this drumbeat that is destined to become a swan song, the drum beating the march of all armies, the desolate old grave, how many people can still hear it?

It's really a lot of emotion, who would have thought that there were only a few people who could mobilize the last drum of the war drummer who used the drum as the trumpet and mobilized thousands of troops on the battlefield?

But it doesn't matter, the momentum of the drum is still there, the sound is not only fighting, and thousands of troops are fighting to the death.

He sat quietly in front of the bookcase, his heart surging endlessly.

The old bones have not withered, and there is still a great meaning.

......

According to the old shopkeeper's instructions, Li Deng could go home first, then go to the money shop, and then go to the mass grave alone, find a Taoist priest named Wen Yu, and finally follow Wen Yu out of the mountains.

Li Deng could faintly sense a trace of danger, and the rare rain curtain outside the mountain range was an excellent proof, and besides, the young man had read a lot of books at the money shop, so he would naturally have some understanding in his heart. So he didn't dare to delay, hurriedly went home to take his parents' spirit card and ran all the way to the money shop, because the time was very rushed, Li Deng didn't even dig out the savings in the corner of the yard.

The street spread along the front of the money shop, and when Li Deng's figure resurfaced on the street, Huang Lu opened his eyes, looking at the young man's galloping figure, Huang Lu smiled quietly, this is the last young man in the empire to gallop.

When the new king returns, the capital of the old country rises to a new city, and thousands of lights are lit.

Before that, it was destined to be the imperial capital pass built up by Sensen's white bones.

Li Deng's departure to ask for money is the same as leaving the lamp shop, there are not too many words, and a thousand words are difficult to describe after all.

He carried the package handed to him by Huang Lu and left under the eyes of the old man.

Huang Lu is different from the old shopkeeper, he sent the young man away with a smile.

The difference between farewell and farewell, one word, can no longer be said to be a world of difference, it should be regarded as a difference between life and death.

The moment the young man walked out of the town, he suddenly had a feeling of abandonment, like many years ago, the pain of his parents dying lingered in the young man's heart, like a tarsal gangrene.

It was only at this moment that the boy dared to look back.

The thunder between the heavens and the earth is raging, the thunder is shining, and it is hidden.

In the dim sky, the old shopkeeper sat high in the clouds, and the whole person's momentum changed completely, and the electric light lingered around his body, like a god of thunder and lightning in the imperial edict, suppressing the thunder and lightning in the sky with a withered posture.

A carefully medged drum was like a centipede's feet, but at this time, the mended cracks were covered with brilliant silver light, like a cracked territory. The devastating silver light climbed outward along the gap, like the advance route of a march, this is an unstoppable attitude, this is an indomitable attitude, this is a posture of opening up the territory!

He raised the drumstick in his hand, and his thin arm was unbelievably bulging like a barren hill of muscles, and slammed it down.

The thunder and lightning rushed for thousands of miles, and the silver bottle was as spectacular as the burst of the ground.

In the dim sky, it suddenly shone like a thousand silver dragon dances.

The silver dragon is like a flame light, and the more it flashes, the more victorious it becomes. The sound of thunder is better than the sound of Da Lu, and the more it rushes, the more it rushes.

A mallet fell, a mallet rose, beating the drum like a torrential rain.

The bright thunder followed the rhythm of the hammer rising and falling, changing in a myriad of ways, like an army fighting in formation.

At this time, the old shopkeeper was already full of hair, like a bodhisattva's angry eyebrows, like a vajra starving, dancing silver hair like a flying tassel, the brilliance of his pupils like a sword light, and the waving drumsticks like bloody blades.

The yellow sand and white snow are drummed up, and from now on, no one can return, no return!

The old shopkeeper laughed miserably and said sadly: "You have left us hope, but we have left nothing for you, this is the last thing I can leave for you!"

The old shopkeeper roared hysterically, as if he had finally been freed from a trapped beast, and lightning and thunder swam along the dilapidated drum surface, as intricate as a map, and in a short time it was all over the drum surface.

The old shopkeeper roared hysterically, the gods were angry, and the thunder followed.

"This is the territory of the new empire!"

There is always a farewell, no need to worry, no need to look back.

The old shopkeeper is like this, and so is Li Deng.

There was no sadness, and in the sound of drums, Li Deng smiled and walked backwards, not only to see the old shopkeeper, but also to remember the road in front of him.

Because the road he is facing at the moment is the way home...