"Blood, like blood?" Lu Li watched the blood beads slip down from the surface of the oil-paper umbrella, and his heart was shocked.

The color of the blood beads is slightly different from the blood of ordinary people, and the color appears darker.

The most bizarre thing is that the blood beads drip on the ground and disappear in an instant, steaming into wisps of black gas. There were small craters in the ground, as if they had been corroded.

Obviously, if it weren't for the white-robed man in front of him just now who suddenly appeared and blocked the blood droplets with an oil-paper umbrella, Lu Li would have dodged in embarrassment.

"If this blood rain is showered on the head, it will be bald, right?" There are palpitations in the road centrifugation.

"Whew-", an annoying autumn wind blew, blowing the long hair of the white-robed man.

For some reason, Lu Li felt a thick aura on him.

In his cognition, this kind of guy who likes to show people with his back is usually a veteran who pretends to be a boss and a king-level character.

What's more, this person obviously deliberately turned sideways, revealing part of his face, not the entire back of his head. From this point of view, it can add a touch of freehand.

At this moment, Lu Li could even faintly smell the aroma on the man's body, if nothing else, his white robe was incense.

The mysterious man slowly lowered the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and then with a slight flick of his wrist, the oil-paper umbrella was magically retracted.

There were no blood beads left on the surface of the umbrella, and it did not seem to get wet.

After retracting the umbrella, he turned around, his long hair slowly flung out of a chic arc, like a slow-motion replay, and turned to look at Lu Li.

The young man Lu Li carried Gu Hanlu on his back and looked up at the white-robed man who was a block taller than him, both of them were surprised by each other's appearance.

Both of them thought they were invincible in terms of appearance, but when they saw each other, they had a sense of being offended.

"This son/this person's appearance can be a threat to me!" This thought kept growing in the hearts of the two.

Inexplicably, they don't look at each other well.

Despite this, Lu Li was still full of curiosity about him.

Obviously, the other party was a cultivator, and just now, he seemed to have solved a big problem for Ziyun Village.

The white-robed man's gaze stayed on Lu Li's face for a moment, then moved away without leaving a trace, and turned to look at the small stammer on Lu Li's back.

"Sure enough, it's the Xuanyin True Body." The white-robed man smiled and bowed his head, his expression very satisfied.

Lu Li listened to this unfamiliar word and opened his mouth to ask something.

[Xuanyin True Body] is one thing, but in Lu Li's view, the word [Sure enough] hides a lot of information.

Moreover, the half-blind person last time only said that Gu Hanlu was a lone star, and did not say anything about the [Xuanyin True Body].

So, was it because he was half-blind and didn't notice it, or was Gu Hanlu's physique changed by the No. 7 spar?

Before Lu Lu could leave his mouth, the white-robed man continued to speak.

"You're dangerous." He looked sideways at the air, but the words were directed at Lu Li.

"Your life will be extinguished." He added faintly.

Although Lu Li had already known about this matter, saying it again from an outsider still made his heart tighten.

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…….

The villagers ran slowly, and the old village chief was old, and it took a long time before he came here panting.

As soon as he arrived, he led the villagers to shout, "Meet the real people!" ”

In this world, ordinary people usually use words such as "real person" and "monk" to refer to practitioners, and words like "immortal master" cannot be used.

Words like "Immortal" and "God" cannot be used on cultivators, which is a great disrespect to [Wuyao]!

Practitioners will not be happy when they hear this name, but on the contrary, they are likely to be angry.

In fact, in the Wuyao realm, only Wuyao and the immortals under them can be called orthodox.

Like Lu Li pretending to be a god statue on the mountain, this is the category of wild gods, and if you are not careful, you will be disposed of, almost 404 warning!

It's just that Ziyun Village is in the poor and remote area, and it is relatively safe, and there are very few cultivators around, so it is more reassuring.

The old village chief was on crutches and lowered his head, and the senior old licking dog said respectfully: "Dare to ask the real person, ...... Is it what's going on? ”

Hearing this, the white-robed man glanced at Gu Hanlu, and said with a slight smile: "This seat passed by here and sensed the existence of the Xuan ** body, so I wanted to come down and take a look." ”

"It happened that the demons were haunting, so I easily solved this ghost bat, which is very tricky for ordinary cultivators."

When the villagers heard this, they were in an uproar.

Ghost bats, a demon that is active in major anecdotes. Legend has it that its whereabouts are hard to find, and it can manipulate black shadows and suck people's souls!

There are ghost bats near our village!?

Lu Li heard the words and bowed his head in contemplation.

"It seems that the blood flower that burst out in the air just now is a ghost bat."

"Could it be that the one who persecuted Lu Xili before, is it also this ghost bat?"

"If that's the case, the man in front of ....... is equivalent to indirectly helping to take revenge."

And just when he was thinking about it, he only felt that the clothes on his back were gently pulled.

Gu Hanlu whispered in Lu Li's ear: "Less...... Young master, let me ....... go...... Come down. ”

With so many people watching, she was carried by Lu Li all the time, which was really embarrassing.

After all, she doesn't have legs.

To be exact, she still has a pair of perfectly proportioned legs that are worthy of the word "playable year".

The beginning and end of the matter are now straightened out all at once.

It's just that this white-robed monk named Ji Zhiqiu is still a step late after all, and Zhang Shan is already too dead to die anymore.

Climbing the widow's wall at night and dying on the wall, this death is equivalent to nailing him to the pillar of shame.

Immediately afterward, events developed as expected.

The old village chief, who was over seventy years old, showed his thirty-six licking method, licking the white-robed monk who looked to be no more than thirty years old, pulling closely.

How to say it, Ji Zhiqiu, whether it is his appearance or temperament, perfectly meets the villagers' imagination of cultivators. Compared with him, the half-blind old man who gave Gu Hanlu his life before was directly crushed to death from his appearance.

But the dead old man of the village chief obviously lacked the material to talk to the cultivators, and before he could say a few words, he told him about the idol.

Among them, it also includes the matter of Lu Li's "resurrection from the dead".

"Confused! Confused! Lu Li scolded in his heart.

He had been secretly observing Ji Zhiqiu's expression, and sure enough, after hearing about the idol, he instantly became interested.

His eyes glanced around at the surrounding villagers, and finally fixed on Lu Li and Gu Hanlu, and said, "Then it's better for the two of you to take this seat up the mountain to have a look." ”

"When you encounter [Xuanyin True Body], you can also encounter the rekindling of life, interesting, interesting!"

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The night road up the mountain is not easy to walk, Lu Li and Gu Hanlu walked in front to lead the way.

Lu Li relied on his young body and the right to speak innocently, so his eyes flashed with a "naïve" light, and he said to Ji Zhiqiu: "Real people, aren't cultivators all able to fly, why don't we fly directly to the mountain?" ”

Ji Zhiqiu, who had a wooden flute hanging from his waist and an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, waved his hand and said, "Yes, cultivators can indeed fly, but not all cultivators can." ”

Listening to the meaning of this, it seems that only masters can fly?

"Ah, can't a real person either?" Lu Li continues to be innocent, in fact, he wants to set a set of Ji Zhiqiu's old bottom.

The ghost knows what realm he is, anyway, the half-blind old man who passed by last time can fly.

The half-blind old man did not perceive the path of the spirit state, nor did he see the clues of the large boulder. After saying the words "Tiansha Lone Star", he flew away, and did not communicate with the old village chief who had been labeled as a "bad old man" by Lu Li.

When Ji Zhiqiu heard this, he smiled slightly and said, "This seat is naturally okay." ”

"Yes, you pretended to be it again." Lu Li felt that he was talking cheaply for a while.

The group of three soon came to the place where the statue was, Lu Li was a little nervous, but his face was as usual, and he did not miss any horses' feet.

- "On the Self-cultivation of Actors".

Ji Zhiqiu held an oil-paper umbrella and carefully looked at the big stone.

Then, he raised his left hand and stroked the surface of the large stone from top to bottom.

Lu Li didn't know why, but he had goosebumps.

After all, this big stone has been his "shell" for 300 days, and now watching others touch his past "shell", he still has a sense of substitution, and he feels that he is being touched.

However, it didn't take long for Ji Zhiqiu's palm to stop and let out a soft sound.

And where his palm was, was where the original black hedron was!

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