Breeze, drizzle, yellow sand ancient road.

There was a thin young man, with a sword at his waist, galloping on a horse.

Behind him was a cloud of sand and dust, and the rain knocked it down, covering the horses' hoof prints on the way he came.

The young man's eyes are like a phoenix, his eyebrows are like lying silkworms, his long hair is like ink scattered on his shoulders, and his expression is elegant.

"There's a small pavilion ahead, let's take shelter from the rain. ”

A burly man beside the young man said suddenly.

These two people are the chief manager and Bai Nianqiu.

As soon as the two of them hid in the pavilion, the rain was pouring down and suddenly increased.

The steward lit a fire nearby and tried to dry his clothes.

Bai Nianqiu has been leaning against the railing motionless since he entered the pavilion, his eyes closed.

Feeling the rain that the valley has not seen in three years,

The smell of earth mixed with rain flowed on the tip of his nose, and Bai Nianqiu was intoxicated.

"You say, is there any immortal art in the underworld?"

The head manager, who was baking clothes, twitched out of the corner of his eye, and was silent.

He walked with Bai Nianqiu for more than ten days,

I have long been accustomed to Bai Nianqiu's whimsy.

In the beginning,

It was Bai Nianqiu who was silent, and the manager would occasionally say a few words.

As the communication slowly increased, the manager found that Bai Nianqiu was almost a chatter, and he also liked to daydream and chatter.

Once, the manager was curious, so he asked Bai Nianqiu why there was such a huge difference before and after.

Who knew that Bai Nianqiu came to say,

"At that time, I saw that you were too cold, and I didn't dare to say anything in my heart. ”

The manager was speechless for a moment.

Bai Nianqiu was always shouting in his mouth that he wanted to learn some immortal art and resurrect the old man.

This is a good starting point, and the governor has no objection.

I can't stand a person buzzing in my ears like a fly every day,

Later, it evolved into Bai Nianqiu saying, listen to it yourself.

In fact, the manager is also curious about whether there are really people in the underworld who can do immortal arts.

In my early years, I once picked up a book, and there was a record of the method of driving evil qi in the book-

However, this shouldn't be considered immortal.

Listening to Bai Nianqiu's mouth, there is Yama in the underworld, black and white impermanence, and the Emperor Xudu who is in charge of everyone's life and death.

It can turn over the clouds and rain, move mountains and seas, and the means are very within the reach of people.

These people, the governor of the previous life, have heard of them.

But in the underworld for decades, I have never heard of it, nor have I seen it.

Perhaps, the underworld is too big, and what I know is only the tip of the iceberg.

"I've decided, I'm going to Mount Tai and learn immortal arts!"

Bai Nianqiu suddenly shouted loudly,

The head manager, who was baking clothes, was startled.

scolded directly,

"Then get out of here. ”

But as soon as he said it, the manager regretted it a little,

Sure enough, Bai Nianqiu's chattering voice came again,

"Where's Tarzan?

The manager didn't look over his head and didn't say anything more.

Bai Nianqiu did not relent, standing in front of the chief manager,

"Don't stop talking, do you know how to squeak, wait for me to cultivate immortal arts, and come back to teach you how to live forever." ”

After more than ten days of getting along, Bai Nianqiu slowly figured out the temper of the manager, in fact, it was not so bad.

In the valley, the people killed by the chief are just some entities that can't be cohesive, and they also delay other people's waste.

It's just that the manager always pretends to be a stuffy gourd, Bai Nianqiu can't stand it,

"If you're afraid you'll die the day I get back, that's fine.

This immortal art is already omnipotent.

When the time comes, even if your soul is broken into pieces, I will be able to fight it back for you. ”

Bai Nianqiu, who was longing for it, didn't see the look on the manager's face that turned from sunny to cloudy, and then to dark clouds.

Still dancing with eyebrows!

The manager put down the clothes in his hand, stretched out his arm, pointed in a random direction, and said,

"Where, go all the way south, to a place where you can reach out and touch the sky, that is Mount Tai. ”

Bai Nianqiu looked in the direction of the manager's finger, a round of fiery red sun hung high, a little puzzled,

"Over there, shouldn't it be the west?"

The manager realized that something was wrong, and quickly changed his words,

"Yes, yes, west. I just remembered the wrong direction!"

In this way, the manager fooled the half-believing Bai Nianqiu.

Bai Nianqiu actually believes in the words of the manager,

In his opinion, a stuffy gourd like the manager, although he doesn't talk much, is the least deceiving.

The manager may not know that it is the direction of today's random pointing, but it has ushered in great benefits for himself in the future.

The rain was gradually weakening, and the steward's clothes had been dried out, and he hurriedly put on them and prepared to set off again.

Bai Nianqiu's body is still wet,

But seeing that he didn't care about it but was still very excited, the manager ignored it.

"Go out and go south, there's a town where you can settle down for a while. ”

The steward spoke softly, and it was time for the two to separate.

At the same time, he solemnly took out a stack of things from his arms.

Bai Nianqiu's eyes are sharp,

Behold, it's a stack of bills,

Took it away.

"This is for me?"

The manager nodded a little helplessly.

Bai Nianqiu continued,

"Okay, okay, look at the pain on your face.

When I cultivate immortal arts, I will come back and give this money double. ”

The manager ignored this sentence and said,

"I don't care if you want to go to Tarzan, but you'd better listen to me and go to that town first.

Mount Tai and his party, the road is far away, you have to prepare some dry food first, and the province has not yet arrived before starving to death. ”

In the final analysis, no matter how annoying Bai Nianqiu is, the manager still can't bear to let him be stunned and sent to death directly.

"That's it!"

Bai Nianqiu, who was holding the money, looked excited, and even reached out and patted the manager on the back despite the manager's face,

"Then let's wait for my immortal cultivation to meet again!"

The chief steward's face twitched, and he spat out a sentence in a low voice,

"It's better not to say goodbye. ”

Bai Nianqiu pretended not to hear it, and then said,

"Hey, but before leaving, I have to advise you, don't always kill this and that in the valley, the methods are so cruel.

I've always hated you, thinking you're the kind of big bad guy through and through.

It's only in the past few days that I found out that you are not so ruthless and unrighteous, and you are a little human. ”

The manager's face became more and more gloomy, and finally he squeezed out the word "roll" from between his teeth.

The sound was so loud that the entire pavilion was falling dust.

Bai Nianqiu saw that the situation was wrong, and trotted and hurriedly got on the horse,

Wait for the horses to walk away slowly before they dare to continue to speak.

"Don't always keep a straight face, giving people a repulsive and cold look, it's ugly!"

The voice came from a distance, and it didn't go away for a long time.

The manager was still standing in his previous position, looking at Bai Nianqiu's back.

Long

The face that has been covered with frost all year round suddenly squeezes out a smile, but it is fleeting!

"It's still too ugly!"

The steward whispered a silent word, and then walked over to the horses.

This year, Bai Nianqiu was a man in two lifetimes and turned twenty-five.

This year, there was a person, a black horse wearing a linen cloth, with a long sword hanging from his waist,

Find the path of cultivating immortals!