There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.

There is no idol in the temple, and there is a clay-legged man sitting on the shrine.

This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of eyebrows that were very thick, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were like brass bells, but he had only one eye, and only a black cloth cover was worn on his left eye.

His trousers rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

And under the god case, there are still three people sitting, it is Wang Yizhuo, who "treats people like chickens", Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo of the silver gun family.

These three people are usually full of magic and flying and domineering, but at this moment, they are all dejected, and their faces are full of fear and fear.

The mud-legged man laughed and said, "Hahaha...... Ge Laozi, asking you three turtle sons to gamble is not to make you die, what are you afraid of? ”

The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him, they bowed their heads and were silent, the mud-legged man snorted twice, looking extremely bored, and spit out chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.

He thought it was an old man, but looking at the person's face, he didn't look at the road, he looked a little dumbfounded, and he was actually a young white-headed scholar.

There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.

There is no idol in the temple, and there is a clay-legged man sitting on the shrine.

This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of eyebrows that were very thick, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were like brass bells, but he had only one eye, and only a black cloth cover was worn on his left eye.

His trousers rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

And under the god case, there are still three people sitting, it is Wang Yizhuo, who "treats people like chickens", Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo of the silver gun family.

These three people are usually full of magic and flying and domineering, but at this moment, they are all dejected, and their faces are full of fear and fear.

The mud-legged man laughed and said, "Hahaha...... Ge Laozi, asking you three turtle sons to gamble is not to make you die, what are you afraid of? ”

The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him, they bowed their heads and were silent, the mud-legged man snorted twice, looking extremely bored, and spit out chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.

He thought it was an old man, but looking at the person's face, he didn't look at the road, he looked a little dumbfounded, and he was actually a young white-headed scholar.

There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.

There is no idol in the temple, and there is a clay-legged man sitting on the shrine.

This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of eyebrows that were very thick, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were like brass bells, but he had only one eye, and only a black cloth cover was worn on his left eye.

His trousers rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

And under the god case, there are still three people sitting, it is Wang Yizhuo, who "treats people like chickens", Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo of the silver gun family.

These three people are usually full of magic and flying and domineering, but at this moment, they are all dejected, and their faces are full of fear and fear.

The mud-legged man laughed and said, "Hahaha...... Ge Laozi, asking you three turtle sons to gamble is not to make you die, what are you afraid of? ”

The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him, they bowed their heads and were silent, the mud-legged man snorted twice, looking extremely bored, and spit out chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.

He thought it was an old man, but looking at the person's face, he didn't look at the road, he looked a little dumbfounded, and he was actually a young white-headed scholar.

There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.

There is no idol in the temple, and there is a clay-legged man sitting on the shrine.

This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of eyebrows that were very thick, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were like brass bells, but he had only one eye, and only a black cloth cover was worn on his left eye.

His trousers rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

And under the god case, there are still three people sitting, it is Wang Yizhuo, who "treats people like chickens", Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo of the silver gun family.

These three people are usually full of magic and flying and domineering, but at this moment, they are all dejected, and their faces are full of fear and fear.

The mud-legged man laughed and said, "Hahaha...... Ge Laozi, asking you three turtle sons to gamble is not to make you die, what are you afraid of? ”

The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him, they bowed their heads and were silent, the mud-legged man snorted twice, looking extremely bored, and spit out chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.

He thought it was an old man, but looking at the person's face, he didn't look at the road, he looked a little dumbfounded, and he was actually a young white-headed scholar.

There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.

There is no idol in the temple, and there is a clay-legged man sitting on the shrine.

This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of eyebrows that were very thick, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were like brass bells, but he had only one eye, and only a black cloth cover was worn on his left eye.

His trousers rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

And under the god case, there are still three people sitting, it is Wang Yizhuo, who "treats people like chickens", Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo of the silver gun family.

These three people are usually full of magic and flying and domineering, but at this moment, they are all dejected, and their faces are full of fear and fear.

The mud-legged man laughed and said, "Hahaha...... Ge Laozi, asking you three turtle sons to gamble is not to make you die, what are you afraid of? ”

The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him, they bowed their heads and were silent, the mud-legged man snorted twice, looking extremely bored, and spit out chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.

He thought it was an old man, but looking at the person's face, he didn't look at the road, he looked a little dumbfounded, and he was actually a young white-headed scholar.

There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.

There is no idol in the temple, and there is a clay-legged man sitting on the shrine.

This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of eyebrows that were very thick, and his eyes were wide open, and his eyes were like brass bells, but he had only one eye, and only a black cloth cover was worn on his left eye.

His trousers were rolled up to his knees, his legs were as dark as iron, and his feet were only a pair of straw sandals.