Suddenly a strong wind blew outside the village, and it was a strange wind. In the desert covered with yellow sand, it is normal to have wind, but it is strange to have no wind. But this wind is different, it turns its own, and it is clearly separated from other winds, and there is no intersection at all.

"I have lived the longest, but I said that others acted against the sky, and if they were to be struck by lightning, you would also be struck by lightning!"

"Who let the family have the Tongtian Bamboo, and when he was dying, he turned the Tongtian Tree into a natal artifact, and from then on he would not die or die, and jump out of reincarnation." A black cloud appeared in the east, and the wind howled, but it could not blow away half a minute of the cloud.

"Baiyun Mountain, why did your clouds turn black?" The sound of the tornado was full of surprise.

"I like it, you can handle it." Black Cloud said loudly, seemingly disliking that others would ask this question.

"Failed to rush through the level, and when one foot was about to step into the coffin board, he forcibly absorbed the breath of the rotten black lotus to keep the soul immortal, but the physical body was rotten, and it would naturally emit black gas." A little girl of six or seven years old, with pigtails, suddenly appeared outside the gate, no one knew when she came, and when she saw her, she was here, as if she had been here forever, and had not moved.

Her lips are red and her teeth are white, her eyebrows are clear, but her voice is extremely old, older than an old woman who is more than a hundred years old, revealing a smell of earth.

"I see, I said, how do you smell a smell of rot?" Tornado's face suddenly changed, "You found the Rotten Black Lotus?" ”

Bai Yunshan ignored the tornado but glared at the little girl, "Old witch, change the body of a little girl every year, over the years, no matter how many people have been killed, I am not afraid of being damned!" ”

"It's so ironic that these words came out of the murderous Baiyun Mountain Pass, I don't know who went crazy and destroyed a city, one million, a million people died, the fire burned for seven days and seven nights before it was extinguished, that place has not been alive for hundreds of years, these people I killed are not even your head, if you really want to be punished by God, you are also in front of me, what am I afraid of?" The little girl had a cute smile on her lips, but the words she said were earth-shattering.

"Hahahaha-" A thunderous laugh fell from the sky, and a flash of lightning shot out from the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it was a silver-haired old man, rosacea, big yellow teeth, and the copper bell swept the eyeballs over Baiyun Mountain, Tornado and the little girl, and said with a smile: "Baiyun Mountain, Tornado, Old Witch, I guessed that you should also come out this time, if this is the case, it seems that they are all planning to break the boat, and they are all alone." ”

"It's strange that the drunkard didn't bring a woman!" Tornado gloomy path.

"I smell the death underneath your alcohol." Baiyun Mountain is even more unkind.

"Drunkard, where's your wine gourd?" The old witch was a little strange. Drunkards have two hobbies, women and fine wine, no woman is happy, and every day he sleeps with a virgin. The wine never leaves his body, he has known him for hundreds of years, and the wine gourd has never left his hand, even if he fell asleep once, he was pulled by the cow of the dean of the academy and pulled a piece of cow on it, and he was reluctant to throw it away.

Isn't it strange that there are no beauties and no wine gourds when they come this time?

"I met an old madman, I had a fight, I lost, the wine gourd was broken, I couldn't fight it, I had to lose it." The drunkard's tone was sad, he didn't feel ashamed if he lost the fight, but he was sad when the wine gourd was broken.

"The old madman is coming?" The faces of the three of them changed at the same time, and they looked behind the drunkard, but they didn't notice anything abnormal.

"I don't know if I'm here, I met him halfway, this guy is followed by a very beautiful girl, and it's a rare Xuanyin body. As soon as I saw it, this and my exercises just complemented each other, so I grabbed it, and as a result, I was beaten up! The drunkard was beaten, but he was proud to hear his tone.

"Drunkard, you drank too much horse pee, and you dared to rob the madman's things." Baiyun Mountain felt incredible, at first he thought that the old madman had taught him a lesson when he saw that he was not pleasing to his eyes, but who knew that it was the drunkard who took the initiative to provoke.

"Hey, hey!" The sound of the tornado has a different meaning.

The little girl's eyes flickered, and she looked at the drunkard with a little more fear.

"The old madman shaved his hair, washed his face, changed his clothes, and his whole image changed greatly, and the drunkard didn't recognize it at a glance, otherwise he wouldn't dare to attack the old madman if he was given eight dares." With a soft voice ringing in their ears, a middle-aged scholar appeared in the eyes of several people. His figure was illusory at first, and then slowly stared at it, almost 3 seconds before and after, very magical.

He has a long figure, a green shirt, long hair and a shawl, and a simple long sword hanging from his waist, exuding a strong bookish atmosphere. The first thing that comes to anyone's mind when they see him will be a picture of a scholar holding a book in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, walking slowly on the path, and reading a book from the forest is full of peace.

The people who came out of the paintings, the ancient scholars, were both civil and military. The kind of sick scholar who has been in the cold for ten years is definitely not the image of a literati and a writer. Reading thousands of books, traveling thousands of miles, and walking the world with a sword is the true scholarly style.

The middle-aged scribe in front of him was such a person.

"Bad scholar, how do you know? You've also seen old madmen, no, you're on the side, grandma's, Lao Tzu was beaten so badly, you even watched from the side and didn't help, I'm really angry with Lao Tzu, I'm so angry! The drunkard screamed and wanted to do it, but when he touched his waist, he suddenly became deflated again. Before he started, he habitually drank a few large sips of spirits, which he didn't drink, and his interest in fighting was gone.

"I'm on the side, it's not that I don't want to help, I don't dare, don't I look down on the drunkard if I make a move, besides, if I make a move, how can I see the drunkard's blood-burning escape method?" The bad scholar smiled.

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the little girl, Tornado, and Baiyun Mountain looking at the drunkard changed, and they had bad intentions. The technique of burning blood to escape is a method of escape as a last resort, once ignited, it can be almost impossible to catch up with in an instant. But the damage to the body is also great, and it is very draining, and no one wants to use it.

The drunkard's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but take two steps back, his eyes fixed on everyone, and his silver hair stood on end.

"And one more news!" The bad scholar looked at a few people, and said after a while: "I heard that the heavy pupil is out of the mountain." ”

Baiyun Mountain, the little girl, the tornado, and the drunkard all shook their bodies, and their faces all changed. Heavy pupils out of the mountain, the country will not be a country, and the world will be in chaos.

……

"Why doesn't this guy have a nose?"

"Why is the tree's eyes one on top and one on the bottom?"

"Can anything create life? Is it OK to have stones? ”

"If you have two eyes on the back of the giraffe's head, won't you be able to avoid the sneak attack of the beast?"

……

Huang Yueyue turned into a curious baby, and wanted to ask if she saw anything she didn't understand, and the patrol envoy's tolerance for him was beyond everyone's imagination.

I know, he explained it in detail, and if I don't know, I will say that I don't know, patiently like the old man next door, although sometimes his face is blackened by Huang Yueyue's question, but he is not angry from beginning to end. But when others ask him anything, they all ignore it, and if he asks ten sentences, he may not be able to reply to one.

Everyone is envious, jealous and hateful that Huang Yueyue is treated like this, even Liu Wei'an feels incredible, Huang Yueyue, who has no ability to evolve, is the most popular.

Of course, he knew that Huang Yueyue's popularity must have nothing to do with whether he had the ability or not.

In the center of the village is a tower-shaped building, which can be seen from a long distance. Because all the buildings in this village are under 3 floors, and the height of this building is 9 floors, it stands out from the crowd, and it is impossible to see it without seeing it.

Gewu Tower!

"Is this where the ghost doctor's predecessor lives?" Huang Yueyue asked, as for the others, although their eyes were questioning, no one spoke, because they knew that it was useless to speak, and the patrol envoy would not speak, and if he asked, he would only be bored.

"No, this is where the master works. The host doesn't need to sleep. The patrol messenger pushed the door open, "Come in." ”

Everyone's hearts were secretly shocked, and the patrol envoy casually said a word, but revealed a huge amount of information. There is no need to sleep, definitely not to say that you don't need to sleep for three or two days, but you never need to sleep, which is almost impossible.

As long as you are still human, and the body is still limited to the realm of human beings, some rules cannot be broken. When manpower is poor, even if the potential is unlimited, it is relative. Everyone is a master, strong energy, ordinary people need to sleep and rest after eight hours of work, even if they don't go to work, normally, they need to rest once a day. If you are a master, your spirit is far beyond that of ordinary people, and the working hours will be extended, but this extension is limited.

The more masters they are, the more clearly they can feel the existence of this boundary, it is almost impossible to break it, if someone can break it, then he is no longer a human being, he is a god.

Is the ghost doctor a god?

Definitely not! There is no god in this world! God is an illusory being concocted by the superior to fool the world in order to facilitate the rule.

Everyone walked into this tower with curiosity and vigilance, and before they walked in, there were still many fantasies, but the moment they saw the scene inside, all the good things turned into disappointment.

There is not a small space in the tower, but there are very few things, except for a conveyor belt rustling up and down to transfer things, there is no superfluous things, there is an operating table in the center, an old man who looks like he is seventy or eighty years old is doing surgery, in addition, it is empty, there is nothing else, not even a chair.

"It's the Tibetan mastiff!" Huang Yueyue whispered to Liu Wei'an.

On the operating table, the passive operation was a black Tibetan mastiff, the one that escaped in the sand hole, the broken belly had been re-sewn, the old man took a needle to stitch on its body, and strangely not a drop of blood flowed out.

"Master, it's them, they're the ones who wounded me!" The Tibetan mastiff didn't need anesthesia for surgery, and when he saw Liu Wei'an and Huang Yueyue, he was immediately excited.

Can also talk! And it speaks Mandarin with a northeastern accent!

"Don't move!" The old man drank softly, and the Tibetan mastiff immediately closed its mouth. Even if it is injured, its size is far greater than that of the old man, but in front of the old man, it is like a mouse in front of a cat, and it is extremely honest.

"You wait a minute, I'll be fine soon." The old man turned around and smiled at everyone.

Liu Wei's head shook violently, and he finally knew why the ghost doctor in the mouth of Chang Yueying and Taichu Sanwa was so mysterious.