In the thick fog, Su Yun looked left and right, and was very curious to enjoy the shadowy scenery, without any tension caused by the lack of time.

Soon, a weedy tomb appeared in front of him, and in front of the tomb stood a rotten wooden tombstone, engraved with the four ancient characters "Tomb of Xianwu".

After Su Yun saw the grave bag and the tombstone, he laughed exaggeratedly, and then walked over and kicked the tombstone with his toes, causing the tombstone to shake back and forth.

Some of the wood chips that smelled of rot peeled off, and Su Yun retracted his feet in disgust, lest the sawdust land on his clean uppers.

"Come out, old man, the master is here. ”

Su Yun found a jar of dusty wine out of nowhere, patted the mud at random, poured half of the jar in front of the tombstone, and then threw the jar of wine near the grave bag at will.

The wine fell to the ground and sank deep into the weeds. The aroma of wine overflowed, drifting into the billowing fog, and spread hundreds of miles away.

The tips of the weeds and grass swayed from side to side in the air like the head of a drunken man, the thick fog was reddish, like the crimson face of a drunken little lady, looking at her lover shyly, and the flow of the aura of heaven and earth became slow and abnormal, as if it had been dulled by the fragrance of the wine, and it was unwilling to slip away for a long time.

"Good wine, good wine. ”

Not long after the wine was on the ground, the head of the grave began to squirm, and then lumps of dry mud rolled and a two-foot hole appeared, just enough for one person to crawl out.

There was the sound of lips opening and closing up and down and smashing bars in the cave, repeating "good wine, good wine".

Just as the hole in the tomb appeared, the dense fog not far around Su Yun shook for a while, and then a fat Taoist priest in his twenties, oily hair and powder, ran out of the thick fog with his hands and feet, and ran towards the wine jar excitedly.

"I advise you not to touch the jar, or you will die a miserable death. ”

Just as the fat Taoist priest stretched out his hand to grab the wine jar, Su Yun, who was cold-eyed on the side, reminded him coldly.

The fat Taoist twisted his fat head and big ears, blinked his eyes and looked at Su Yun, who was not joking at all, and then looked at the wine jar less than a foot away from his fingers, and was extremely entangled.

Just when the fat Taoist priest was struggling with whether to stretch out his hand, Su Yun said again: "You better change back to your original bearded appearance, this appearance looks really awkward." ”

When the fat Taoist priest heard this, he glared at Su Yun with an unhappy face, and said: "Dao Ye, I like this appearance, what's wrong? You are an old immortal, you have lived for so long, and you still have a little white face, Dao Ye I am so harmless to humans and animals, and I don't know how much better than your little white face." ”

Su Yun glanced at him and said lightly, "How did you find here?"

"Smell the wine. ”

The fat Taoist priest secretly glanced at the wine jar on the ground again, and said with some reluctance: "Since you have such a good wine, why didn't you take it out before?

"Good wine, of course, is for those who can drink. Isn't it a waste to give it to you? ”

Su Yun ignored him, responded lightly, still staring at the hole in the grave, and said after a while: "Old man, I don't have that much time, can you come out first and give me what I want?"

"Huh?" Seeing that Su Yun was discussing some things with the people in the tomb with kind words, the fat Taoist priest couldn't help but curiously come to the hole at the head of the tomb.

"Dead fatty, get out, your face is full of fat and you are tired of looking at it, and the good wine is choked. ”

The fat Taoist's face covered the entrance of the grave hole, and a scolding came out of the cave, making the fat Taoist, who was not afraid of heaven and earth, involuntarily shrink his neck and looked at Su Yun suspiciously.

"Is he?"

Su Yun didn't hide the fat Taoist, and nodded affirmatively: "Yes, it's Xianwu." ”

When the fat Taoist priest heard this, he immediately retreated, stood in front of the decaying tombstone and bowed respectfully, and said, "I don't know that the predecessors are resting here, and the poor Dao Meng Lang is gone." ”

"Little fat man, can you find Benxian here, but you don't know that Benxian is here? You can deceive children with these words, do you think you can deceive Benxian?"

The sound from the mouth of the grave was yin and yang, very disdainful, and then a pot of dry soil flew out of the grave, covering the fat Taoist priest's face very accurately, making his mouth, eyes, nose and ears stuffed with dirt ash.

"Phew, Phew, Phew..."

The fat Taoist priest immediately spat wildly, shook his head wildly, and then scolded: "You are not a person, a ghost is not a ghost, hide in the ground and pretend to be a master." If it weren't for the fact that your ghost place restricted Dao Ye's cultivation, otherwise Dao Ye would have dug your grave and whipped your corpse!"

"Yo hey, the little fat man still has a temper. The boy of Hongmeng Realm, this immortal can't come out for the time being, you help me teach this kid a lesson, and this immortal will give you things, how about it? Anyway, this immortal appeared on this continent for the third time at your request, and there is less than half an hour left, and no one can stop it, you know this. ”

"Just your virtue, return to the original immortal? Isn't it that the poor Dao is curious about what is in here, and since he has come to your broken place, he will still suffer from your bird spirit, hum!"

Before Su Yun could speak, the fat Taoist priest pointed to the grave with one hand on his waist and the other hand, and continued to scold, his eyes kept glancing at Su Yun, wanting to see if Su Yun's kid had any movements.

"Little fat man, you still said that you have successfully provoked this immortal!

The man in the grave was a little annoyed, urging Su Yun, and then a pot of dry soil flew out of the mouth of the grave cave and smashed towards the fat Taoist.

But this time, the fat Taoist priest had learned the previous lesson, his feet moved back and forth, left and right, and his fat body with afterimage, perfectly avoiding the dry soil.

Su Yun looked at the fat Taoist priest and the dry soil flying out of the grave hole, squatting to the side with a smile, and enjoying this "big battle" with relish.

Time passes imperceptibly, and the time for dawn is getting closer and closer.

I don't know if the people in the grave are tired of playing, or the fat Taoist priest thinks it's very unpleasant to be seen as a joke by Su Yun like this, so he and the people in the grave stopped in unison, panting straight at Su Yun, and shouted: "Boy, have you finished watching the play, the ghost thing hiding in the underground is not an immortal martial immortal, how can you say that he is also an immortal, how is this virtue, what is the difference between being a scoundrel and splashing skin?"

"Little fat man, the original direction is Xianwu, like a fake. If you come in, this immortal will let you have a good look at the supreme immortal method of this immortal, hahaha. ”

"Dao Ye is not dead, what are you doing in the grave. The fat Taoist priest didn't refute this time, but continued to fight with the immortal martial arts: "I said that the immortal martial arts hiding underground, you made such an immortal martial world out, let the elites of the Middle Earth Continent enter it, and didn't let us get benefits, it's a bit unkind, right?"

Su Yun, who was squatting on the ground, felt that the fat Taoist priest and Xianwu seemed to be quite in love, and they were about to start a long talk, so he stood up and walked to the grave with some anxiety, and said, "That ......"

"Isn't it kind, why isn't this immortal kind, tell me about it?" The immortal martial artist in the tomb interrupted Su Yun and asked the fat Taoist.

The fat Taoist priest tiptoed to the side of the wine jar, and secretly stretched out one hand downward.

"Little fat man, Ben Xian advises you not to touch the jar of wine, otherwise there are some things that don't blame Ben Xian for not reminding you, you still answer Ben Xian's question honestly, time is running out. When the time comes, the matter of that kid will be delayed, and he will be more difficult than this immortal. ”

The fat Taoist priest's fat hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly, unwilling to do so, and was reminded again and again that he was only cultivating in a crooked path at present, if he couldn't control his alcohol addiction, he wouldn't really be planted here, he didn't believe that the immortal martial arts in the grave couldn't deal with him.

After some struggle, the fat Taoist compromised, walked towards Su Yun stupidly, patted him on the shoulder and said, "When you go out, remember to bring Dao Ye a pot of exactly the same good wine, otherwise Dao Ye and I will stay in your Tianxuan Sect for a hundred years and drink all the wine of your Tianxuan Sect." ”

After speaking, the fat Taoist priest said to the immortal martial arts in the tomb again: "I said, Xianwu immortals, since you have opened the immortal martial arts world, but you still let your servants guard the major important places, so many cultivators in the posture of heaven and white, either dead or wasted, how kind do you say?"

"Little fat man, you have wronged this immortal, this boring head is not a loss immortal. ”

Xianwu's lazy voice came out, followed by a "grunt" sound of swallowing wine, and then a long sigh of comfort, and then said: "This immortal has an agreement with that kid, in this continent, as long as there is a need, this immortal will definitely come down with the immortal martial world." Allow qualified cultivators from this continent to enter, and if they find one or two eye-catching disciples, they will be taken away by the immortals.

If there is no visible one, the immortal will expel everyone before dawn.

In the immortal martial arts world, there are some places where there are some fighting intentions of the immortals against the martial arts, if those people can get it, enough for those people to comprehend, this can also be regarded as a kind of creation.

There are also some places where the entourage of the immortals is not allowed to enter, and they have their own principles of the immortals, and they are not greedy enough, so they can blame the immortals?"

"Wu?" the fat Taoist priest looked at the grave suspiciously.

"Little fat man, can you find here, I thought you were a character, I couldn't imagine that you were so unbearable, you don't even know about martial arts?"

Xianwu sighed slightly, with a sense of regret, and then said: "If you have learned about martial arts, this immortal can be included in the door and take you to see the world of martial arts, I can't imagine that you are so unbearable." Boy, haven't you promoted the martial arts of this immortal on this continent?"

When the fat Taoist priest heard this, he looked at Su Yun shyly, wanting to see how he explained.

Su Yun looked up at the sky and said nonchalantly: "It's not that this handsome guy doesn't have publicity, but this handsome guy is only the lowest Hongmeng realm in this continent, and no one is willing to listen to what he says." ”

"But you've never mentioned it to Dao Ye, how do you know that Dao Ye doesn't listen?"

After Su Yun finished speaking, the fat Taoist priest on the side immediately interjected and dismantled Su Yun's platform, and then said with a smile: "Immortal Martial Immortal, if you pass on the true meaning of a martial art, maybe the Taoist Master can understand it in an instant, and then worship under the Immortal Sect." ”