Xi Lan stood up and walked towards Yang Fan, her face changed from cold to hideous, and she said a little jokingly: "Those old immortals are also about to be buried in the ground." You know, we don't have many years left, and we're dying. I am not willing to live in the shadow of these old immortals, so you must bear my wrath, and I wish that Shang Kuchang was standing here now and could see you die at my hands with my own eyes. ”

"If he dies, Bu Laodao will not let you go." The white-clothed monk who was entangled by two veterans shouted angrily.

"Noise! Just allow him to bully the big and bully the small, and don't allow me to bully the small with the big! You. Why are you looking at me like that? ”

A smile appeared at the corner of Yang Fan's mouth: "Then how do you look at you, hate, or beg?" He looked at the crazy old man in front of him with pity, but with pity, not mixed with other colors. You are much worse than Zhu Qi, compared to him, he is more likely to become the potential of the divination operator, and you ...... At best, he's just a clown. Kill me, you still are. ”

"Damn Shang Kuchang, and you, all deserve to die." Xilan stood up, "Now, you better die." ”

A figure descended from the sky, and the terrifying coercion made everyone's hearts skip a beat. The hoe still seemed to be stained with mud. Clothes hoes, straw sandals slowly.

The two Dragon and Tiger Mountain veterans, their faces were pale, this time they lost their wives and broke their soldiers, and the purple sun fell, and the master of the sect would definitely not bypass them. "Good! Good! It's a good gobble, the old way is a guide, and I'll teach you next time! The two old Taoist priests didn't say a word, turned around and left, because the old farmer had arrived. In the Hangu Pass, which was mixed with fish and dragons, a bombshell was struck.

Such coercion. I haven't felt it for a long time, Lian Xilan. The paper fan in his hand couldn't help but tremble and fell to the ground.

The old peasant's white hair, untied with a hair bundle, was like a gray-haired madman in the evening breeze. He did not prevent the departure of the two old Taoist priests. A bamboo that is as colored as gold paper under the pine forest said with a smile: "Amitabha, great death and great life, great joy and great sorrow, the little monk has been taught." ”

The black robe stood on the side of the pine forest, his lips a little dry. Looking at the old peasant, he seemed a little angry.

"People don't die for themselves, it's good, it's good. The poor monk took his leave. The white-clothed monk left with a bamboo.

The old farmer squinted his eyes and stared at the black robe for a long time, and the hoe in his hand moved slightly, as if warning the black robe.

"Hmph." A hoarse voice came from the black robe, and the herald drifted away. Hangu Pass. There are only four people left - Yang Fan, Luo Yifei, Lao Nong and Xi Lan.

"You."

"Me."

The hoe seemed to have eyes, and with one hand, it hooked Xilan's jade belt, and the old farmer pulled it forward. Snorted coldly: "Kneel!" ”

"Dreaming!"

As Xi Lanyun's sleeves flew, a thin sword poked out of his sleeve and stabbed at the old farmer.

"Lost your temper? How dare you do it to me? The old farmer pressed down. The hoe with the jade belt fell to the ground and touched the mud. Xi Lan, who was still menacing just now, suddenly knelt on the mud ground. It seems to be very unwilling.

"If you are not reconciled, you will do it again." The old farmer let go of the hoe, pushed it to Xilan's abdomen, sent the man in the costume a zhang away, and snorted coldly: "What are you not doing well, but you have to do such a ninth-rate job as a play, get out!" ”

Xi Lan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, glanced at Yang Fan on the boulder unwillingly, and said fiercely: "If you bully the small with the big, you will also bully your apprentice like this." He picked up the paper fan on the ground, mounted the lean horse, and reluctantly left.

The old farmer glanced at Yang Fan and Luo Yifei on the boulder, and sneered: "If you're not dead, get up if you're not dead." ”

The rivers and lakes are like this, if you don't agree with each other, you can get started. You fight with me, who wins and who loses, the last gong sounds, each disperses, there is no right or wrong, and the grievances are all up to you. It is precisely because of this that there are people who mix the rivers and lakes, with fewer rules and more favors.

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A group of mountain visitors began to set off.

The cold winter is over, and the clear water of the stream flows down to the shallows, and the sand and gravel are visible. The fallen leaves that have been corroded from the mountains float above the shallows, gurgling and floating. Seven or eight mountain riders led the horses. The two pairs obviously came together, and the four people behind them were out of place. Yang Fan's face was a little pale, and Wang Su'er looked at Yang Fan and Luo Yifei with some concern, and frequently asked how it was.

Only the old farmer was saying cool words on the side, "I can't die." If a scholar fights, will he be afraid of death? ”

"Do you think Lao Tzu is willing to fight? If it weren't for those old Taoist priests ambushing there, we would still provoke them? ”

The old farmer's hoe didn't know where it was thrown, and it wasn't his own anyway, "Everything has a reason, and the little thing you did yourself, and people didn't come to the door to take revenge?" "Naturally, he heard the rumors about the rivers and lakes of Longhu Mountain and Wannian Temple, so he rushed over.

"Shang Ku is messing around, he has his capital, you haven't learned much in skills, but you have learned a lot in temper." At the end of the summer, Shu shouted, "Isn't it good to stay in Jinling honestly?" He glanced at Luo Yifei and Wang Xu'er, who he had never seen before, "When is the grievance?" ”

The old farmer thought about it for a long time, but Yang Fan didn't hear it, and leaned over to the old mountain guest in front of him.

Lao Huang is fifty years old, the oldest among the mountain guests, and this is the last time he enters the mountain. His son is going to marry a daughter-in-law, and this time he has saved enough for his son's wife, and Lao Huang is also going to rest.

Son Xiaohuang is also a poor baby, his mother died early, and his heart is less than others. It's not stupid, it's always a bit stupid. To put it mildly, I finally found a daughter-in-law who matched my eyes. Lao Huang's days of being a father and a mother also have a head.

Lao Huang touched the thin horse beside him, rubbed the gray hair against the horse, and said, "Old man, the last time I entered the mountain." We don't want more, just enough to carry out a little mountain goods. ”

Lao Huang looked back at the horse under Yang Fan's crotch. Yang Fan saw Lao Huang who came back and smiled back. Lao Huang didn't look at him, but felt sorry for the horse.

How can you stand this back and forth?

Old Huang Yan smiled, "I'm really embarrassed, two of you." Shanke has been doing it for decades, and in addition to people, the most important thing is livestock. ”

Yang Fan glanced at Lao Huang's thin horse and said, "You're too worried, we are not mountain guests, and we are just looking for you to lead the way." When we arrived at the mouth of the river, we took a boat to Huguang. ”

Lao Huang nodded and said, "That's okay, a few people follow closely, although the terrain here is flat, but it is not easy to walk, in case you get lost, it will be troublesome." ”

When they arrived at the shore, several mountain visitors wiped the water stains on their legs and feet, some of them pulled off the bloody polyps from their ankles, and some of them playfully fell on the stones on the shore. The polyps curled up and squirmed towards the place where there was water. Experienced people wear straw sandals, and in this area, wearing cloth shoes is completely dirty. (To be continued......)