Approaching Dongting Island, standing on the boat and looking forward, a layer of mist shrouded the island in it, looming, adding a bit of mystery to the island.

I got off the boat, agreed with the boatman to come back to pick me up at about the time, and walked to the island alone. Entering the island, the ancient trees are towering, and the forests are lush and bamboo, which makes Xiao Yao feel like he has entered the tropical rainforest.

Walking through the quiet bamboo forest, listening to the sound of the drizzle hitting the bamboo leaves, and admiring the beautiful scenery in front of me, I couldn't help but think of Su Shi's poem, and read casually: "Don't listen to the sound of the forest hitting the leaves, why not chant and walk slowly." Bamboo cane shoes are lighter than horses, who is afraid? A cloud of smoke and rain is Ren Ping's life. The steep spring breeze blows the wine and wakes up, slightly cold, and the mountain is obliquely shining but welcomes. Looking back at the bleak place, there is no wind and rain and no sunshine. "The singing gives people a feeling of smiling and proud of life, free and heroic.

"A cloud of smoke and rain Ren Pingsheng, good sentences, the old man likes it, haha~" Xiao Yao was originally in response to the situation, and blurted out softly, but suddenly heard someone commenting on the words he recited, the voice came from all directions, and he couldn't find the source of the sound, which made Xiao Yao's nerves tense up all of a sudden, and his skills were so high that he had never seen it, only in the movies he had seen, he never thought that he could experience it in person today, but he still couldn't believe it.

Soothe the horror in his heart, looked around in place, and said loudly: "The younger generation recklessly landed on the island, it is really a last resort, and I hope that the seniors will forgive me." After speaking, he carefully paid attention to every move around him, trying to find the person to speak.

"Boy, you are lucky today, the old man is in a good mood, don't pursue it, you can leave by yourself." The sound was still ethereal, echoing through the forest for a long time before slowly dissipating.

Before he came, Guo Er told him clearly, if the master was happy and irritable, Xiao Yao would inquire about everything. At this time, he smiled secretly in his heart, it seems that he has good luck today, and he happened to meet this iron old man when he was happy.

In this way, he also had a grasp in his heart, thinking that Guo Er had talked about his likes and dislikes, he thought about it, and said loudly: "Since this is the case, that kid will leave, but he regrets a lot in his heart, and he can't imagine that these magic weapons in his hand are in this heaven and earth, and there is no one to cast!" Cry out, hey! There is endless desolation, helplessness and regret in the words.

After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the forest, his pace was heavy and slow at first, and then faster and faster, as if his last hope was dashed, and he left in discouragement.

"Boy! Walking! A hurried shout came from behind him, from far and near. Between breaths, it has sounded in my ears again, and the voice is real, as if a real person is around.

A big hand seemed to stick out of thin air, resting on Xiao Yao's shoulder, as if being picked up by a big iron tongs, his body suddenly stopped, and the right foot that had just been raised stopped in the air, unable to fall any longer.

Xiao Yao turned his head and was dumbfounded. I saw an old man with a height of only one and a half meters standing behind him, his appearance was extremely ugly, his nose was red and shiny, the size of a table tennis ball, his face was dirty, as if he had not been washed all year round, his clothes were tattered, overstretched, and unkempt, if he hadn't known that he was Guo Er's master before he came, he thought he had met Hong Qigong.

Under Xiao Yao's surprised gaze, he didn't see how he moved under his feet, just like a ghost teleporting, his intuition flashed in front of him, and he stood in front of him again, grabbed the placket of Xiao Yao's chest, his eyes flashed, and said to Xiao Yao: "Boy, quickly show the old man, what kind of magic weapon is it, dare to speak wild words and underestimate the people of the world, if you are unbelievable, the old man will definitely dig out your heart and lungs and throw you into the lake!" ”

Xiao Yao stared at the old man in horror, and said in disbelief: "Could it be... The dead bodies in the waters near the island are your handiwork? ”

The old man let go of Xiao Yao's arms, put his hands behind his back, and said disdainfully: "Hmph! Those scum disturbed the old man's quietness, and he annoyed me by landing on the island three times and twice, and wanted Lao Tzu to make them bullshit hooks, halberds, knives and forks, but they were all thrown into the lake by Lao Tzu to feed Wang Ba, hehe. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head and squinted at Xiao Yao and laughed twice, as if reminding Xiao Yao, "You'd better not let me down!" Otherwise, it will be a result with them" The cold light flashed in his eyes, Xiao Yao shuddered unconsciously, and felt furious in his heart, secretly saying that this old man is really a freak, too fucking with personality, no wonder the legends of the rivers and lakes, every awesome character always has quirks that ordinary people don't have, and that's really the case.

However, Xiao Yao believes that he has always been one of the awesome characters, and the slogan is: "In front of my brother, don't pretend to be forced, and I will be shot to death!" "The character is also peculiar, for example: if you are not a beauty, you will never bubble, you will not take advantage of the cheap, you will not be a hypocrite, you will only be a real villain. I have always pursued the unswerving motto of life: "Don't force me, I'm not a casual person, I'm not a random person!" The goal of life: "In the world, peasant women, mountain springs, and a little field." ”

Finding out the temperament of the old man in front of him, Xiao Yao let go of his hands and feet, stepped forward, put his arm on the old man's shoulder, and said easily: "Old man, don't worry, the kid's magic weapon is trying to protect your eyes, you have never seen it before!" ”

Sure enough, the old man did not show any displeasure at Xiao Yao's actions, but was shocked, raised his head and said excitedly: "Oh? Now this old man is about to open his eyes. The old man has fought all his life, and it is the first time that anyone dares to speak so loudly in front of me. Then came another sentence: "Boy, your life depends on your drawing, hehe." ”

Hearing the old man's words, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and Xiao Yao's hand that reached into his arms was retracted again, and he had a new plan. He walked to the depths of the bamboo forest with the old man, and while enjoying the beautiful scenery, he said, "Old man, how about we make a bet?" ”

"Oh? How? "Although the old man is much older than Xiao Yao, he is more than enough to be his grandfather, but if it comes to trickery, he is beyond Xiao Yao's reach. Hearing that Xiao Yao was going to make a bet with himself, he was even more energetic, and secretly said in his heart, this kid is too fond of the old man's taste, and he is happy. I didn't know that Xiao Yao had already figured out his personality characteristics before he came.

Xiao Yao coughed dryly twice, cleared his throat, no matter how thick-skinned he was, he couldn't help blushing a little at this thought. Recite Amitabha Buddha in your heart, and when the time comes, you won't treat them badly, hehe. He smiled wryly: "It's not that the kid doubts your old craftsmanship, it's just that my requirements for this divine weapon diagram are too detailed, I'm afraid that your old strength is not enough!" ”

"Ahh My day! Before Xiao Yao could react, he instantly felt that the world was spinning, and his body flew out uncontrollably, falling into the grass more than ten meters away, followed by the old man's angry roar: "Little rabbit cub, a few decades ago, the old man crisscrossed the rivers and lakes, created eighteen famous artifacts, set off countless bloody storms, and achieved the name of a craftsman." Who doesn't know the name of Iron Without a Trace, who doesn't know? How dare you doubt the old man's craft?! ”