The old beggar did not open his eyes, and became a blind man to show the way.

"It farted at me, and I yelled at him to come and stay away. He pointed to the east of the street and went that way.

"Now," the old beggar opened his eyes, "hey, where's your carriage?"

"Your uncle. The weasel ran to the east end of the street, "My carriage, don't shout, it doesn't stop." ”

"Donkey stupid, this inn has one. It's the first time I've seen a horse so stupid. The old beggar shook his head and sighed.

"That's right. He shouted at the weasel's back, "After bringing him back, let him come to me and put another one." ”

He withdrew his gaze and saw Hu Mu looking at him strangely.

The old beggar explained: "This sycophant is a good thing, it smells ugly, but it makes people smoke, and I can just dream of the table of good dishes that your shopkeeper has made for me, and I haven't eaten it yet." ”

With that, the old beggar went on to lie down and reminisce about the dishes on the table.

Hu Muyuan asked herself, "No wonder people want to make sycophants." ”

Yu Sheng and Ye Zigao still stayed under the tree, looking at the people on the tree.

Unlike the corpse, although this body is weird, the skin and flesh on the face look ruddy, without the slightest sign of decay.

"It's too much like a real person. Ye Zigao said.

"Rare, if a person dies, he is not a real person?" said Yu Sheng.

"No, I mean, it's too much like a living person. Ye Zigao said.

He was observing, and suddenly, the man in the tree opened his eyes and stared straight at the height of the leaves.

"I'll go!" Ye Zi stepped back in fright, too mad.

"I was originally alive, what do you mean?" said the man in the tree unhappily.

Yu Sheng was also surprised, "So, what, brother, you look like this, are you sure you are still alive?"

He gestured, after all, the person with his face facing his back, he was really not sure that he was still alive.

"What's so uncertain about this?" the man in the tree twisted his neck and looked left and right, almost the same as his face in front, "Where is this?"

Before Yu Sheng could answer, the man exclaimed, "Hey, why am I in the tree, am I not in the water?"

He looked at the rest of his life, "The flood washed me here?"

Yu Sheng and Ye Zigao glanced at each other, and Ye Zigao asked him, "You, are you a fish demon?"

"What a fish demon, I am a human being, a veritable serious person. The man struggled.

The rest of his life looked at him and didn't speak, if he was still a serious person, then Ye Zigao would be an honest person.

"Then why are you in the water?" Ye Zigao asked again.

"Easy to get around in the water. ”

The man in the tree finally realized that something was wrong with him, "No, what's wrong with my ass in front?"

"What's wrong with my hands in the back?"

"What's wrong with my feet facing back?"

The man on the tree kept discovering his wonders, and he reached out to touch his crotch in fright, "No, what about my job, how did I become a eunuch?"

"Ahem. Ye Zigao reminded him, "You touch the back?"

The man in the tree did as he said, "It's okay, it's okay, it's still there, no, how did he get to the back? ”

This IQ!

Yu Sheng said helplessly: "Your head is facing back." ”

The man in the tree was stunned, "Really?"

He touched his head and suddenly said, "What the hell is going on?"

Yu Sheng looked at the small rice bucket, but the acquaintance didn't speak.

But this person is also strange, this can be alive, it seems that he is not an ordinary person.

"Hey, brother. Yu Sheng asked him, "You can't drown in the water?"

"Joke, I'm an immortal, how can I be drowned in the water. As he spoke, the man began to sing "pum-p

Strange to say, this tune sung by this person is agitated, motivated, and exciting.

The rest of my life was fine.

Ye Zigao couldn't hold himself, and his body jumped up.

"I, what's wrong with me?" the tall leaf was shocked.

"Don't be afraid. The immortal on the tree waved his hand, "This is my immortal art!"

"Immortal?" the leaf that stopped was puzzled.

"Yes, with the change of the song, the people around you will involuntarily follow the change. The fairy in the tree said, standing up straight.

He looked left and right and asked Yu Sheng, "Hey, you say, do I land on my butt or in the back?"

"It's better to have a butt on the ground. Yu Sheng said.

"yes, you can't break that thing. The immortal said, and his mouth sounded again.

"Don't. Ye Zigao said.

"I'm sorry, I'm boosting morale, you can bear more. The immortal in the tree said this, and began to sing again.

While singing, he crouched down, and with a "bang" in his mouth, he jumped to the ground.

"Oooo

"Smack!"

Silence.

Ye Zigao jumped with a "bang" and fell heavily to the ground.

"It's so wicked. He said breathlessly to the rest of his life.

"It's a fucking evil sect. Yu Sheng said that after living two lives, he saw someone with his own background music for the first time.

The immortal jumped down with his head down, and at this time he was lying on the ground in a big word.

For the rest of their lives, they walked over, how awkward it looked.

"Hey, hey, are you still alive?" asked Yu Sheng.

"It's ok. The immortal said in a muffled voice, "This son, your suggestion is good, the butt is really good, it's my face..."

He turned over with difficulty, and his face was dirty, and there was even the droppings left by the pigs and ducks.

"Phew. The immortal spat out the dirt from his mouth and began to sing again.

This time it is a very soft song, like the warm sun of early winter, sprinkled on people, the whole body is warm, and the body is comfortable.

"What kind of tune is this?" asked Yu Sheng.

It's so graceful, it's so graceful that he is intoxicated.

"My healing song. The immortal stood up energetically, his head still reversed.

"Useful?" Yu Sheng was surprised, "Are all the injuries healed?"

"Of course not, it's a psychological effect. The immortal snorted again, "It can make people forget the pain." ”

"Ugh. "I don't know what to say for the rest of my life, this immortal technique is too chicken.

The immortal seemed to see what Yu Sheng was thinking, "Don't underestimate my ability, let me tell you, when you are powerful, you can defeat thousands of troops." ”

His face was facing the rest of his life, his hands were crossed on his waist, and his right hand wanted to point out the country, but he was not allowed behind his back.

"Back then, my ancestor, as a generation of sound saints, at the most critical time of the sacred war, crossed his legs on the top of the mountain, leading and singing, the song was passionate and bloody, so that the blood of the god-killers boiled, and hundreds of gods were killed in chicken blood. In the last battle, if it weren't for the laxative given by those insidious gods, my ancestors had to stop singing to relieve themselves, and the battle between the godskillers and the warriors and gods would not know who would have killed the deer. The immortal said.

Shocked, in the Holy War, the defeat of the Godslayer was actually related to a bubble of.

"Yin Sheng?" Yu Sheng wondered, "Why not Le Sheng?"

"That's right, why isn't it Le Sheng?" the immortal wondered, "It may be because of the prosperity and decline of our family." ”

That's a good reason.

"So, your Yin Saint and the Godslayer are family?" Yu Sheng said.

"Yes. The immortal said, "You can't write two god-killers with one stroke, we were like a family back then." ”

As he spoke, the immortal took a step closer to Yu Sheng, and was about to speak, but was stopped by Yu Sheng.

"You'd better turn around and talk to me. Yu Sheng said, facing him with a butt, it always felt a little awkward.