First I took the train, then the bus, all kinds of upside down, I think I vomited all my intestines before I could start catching ghosts or something. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Gu Ming couldn't help laughing when he saw me like this, pretending to be an old man and said: "Today's young people, not only are they not physically good, but their bodies are even worse, and they are still the word - virtual." I was just about to take a few sentences, and I threw up again. When Cong Lao saw me like this, he also laughed.

In the early morning of July 15th, we finally arrived at a remote mountainous area, which is Wanxingshan Village. But when I looked around, there were hills all around, almost enclosing the entire village. If it hadn't been for a few donkeys to bring us in, we would have died of exhaustion on the way up the mountain. It's seven o'clock in the morning. I was breathing in the fresh air, I was dizzy and almost asleep last night, and now I find that I feel like I want to fall asleep when I stand.

After looking at Gu Ming, I found that his eyes were hazy like mine, but he slept like a dead pig last night, I originally thought that the children of rich families would not get used to this kind of life, it seems that I thought too much, and the person who is really not used to this kind of life is me.

Old Cong patted me and Gu Ming, and motioned for us to follow him, we were very silent all the way, it seemed that we couldn't talk nonsense here, but Gu Ming regarded himself as a tourist pedestrian, he had to see everything, and he had to touch anything strange, even if a little kid was eating, he had to lean over to see what others were eating. Cong Lao and I took the initiative to distance ourselves from him, and our hearts were: I'm sorry, we don't know this person.

After walking for about half an hour, we came to the outside of a farmer's house, because there were all kinds of farm tools in the yard, so I was sure that the owner of the house was a farmer. Cong Lao seemed to understand the language here, and shouted a few words that we couldn't understand, and a middle-aged man came to open the door. Cong Lao opened his backpack, took out a stack of money from it, and said a few more words to the man. The man smiled and accepted the money, turned around and went into the house, and after a while took out a large bag of things, put them in front of our eyes, and gave the key to Cong Lao, and then left, saying to us in half-baked Mandarin before leaving: "It's fun"

I couldn't help but laugh at this tone, but I couldn't help it, after all, I couldn't be so disrespectful, so I nodded to him.

When the people left, Cong Lao took us into the house, and then took out the things in the bag one by one, originally I thought it was all kinds of magic weapons or something, but it turned out to be basins, towels and other daily necessities, but there are some of them I don't understand. One thing like a boomerang, and an old-fashioned compass, looking at the material, it looks like wood but not wood, like iron but not iron. I really can't think of the effects of these, isn't the Taoist priest holding the seven-star sword and ink bucket, and I feel that Cong Lao's unreliability has risen again.

Seeing that Cong Lao took out all this, Gu Ming, who was originally full of confidence, was immediately deflated and asked, "Cong Lao, our Taoist priests use these to catch ghosts?" ”

Cong Lao smiled and said, "Guess"

"Okay, now take out the wooden sword you made last time," Cong Lao said with some anticipation. I had long wanted to take out the wooden sword that my cousin had made, and when I heard Cong Lao say this, I took out my wooden sword, the hilt and the body of the sword were relatively thin, both sides were blades, and the center in the middle was even sharper, and when I touched it with my hand, I was also stabbed. At the bottom of the hilt there is a hollow point, which is threaded with a red rope, and an ornament is hung. The cousin of this ornament said that it was his mascot, but I didn't look at it very carefully, Cong Lao took it and looked at it, and when he saw the ornament, his eyes suddenly stopped, and he pronounced "Demacia".

I hurriedly grabbed it and took a look, and sure enough, the red square-shaped ornament had a blessing word written on the front, and a flower on the reverse, and a petal engraved with the word Demacia, Gu Ming was lying on the ground laughing at the time, and Cong Lao was also laughing and covering his stomach, I wiped my sweat embarrassedly, and I couldn't tell them that it was carved by my cousin. I read in my heart, "Cousin, cousin, let me lose face again, and you will feel good when I go back"

I looked at the sword in Gu Ming's hand, it was a similar big knife, there were a few holes dug in the back of the knife, and something similar to an iron ring was put on it, and I smiled: "Reckless, it's really ugly."

Old Cong held our wooden swords in both hands, sighed, and said, "It's good if you're happy."

Gu Ming picked up his wooden sword and gestured, feeling good about himself.

Old Cong sat up from the ground, patted the soil on his body and said, "Next, it's time for your wooden sword to recognize the master" Gu Ming and I scratched our heads.

Cong Lao took out two small knives, gave one to me and Gu Ming, and said: "Use a knife to prick the tip of your index finger to bleed, you can also use a bite", I was very active and cooperated, I liked to fight with others since I was a child, so I was not afraid of pain, and immediately scraped a small wound, and the blood dripped out. Cong Lao asked me to drip blood on the wooden sword again, three drops of blood, not one more drop or one drop less, I quickly did it. However, Gu Ming couldn't do it, and immediately told Cong Lao that he couldn't do it, Cong Lao grabbed Gu Ming's hand, then blew a few times, and suddenly pointed to the sky and shouted, "Who is that person?" Gu Ming was simple-minded, and immediately fell for it, and looked up, "Ah! Gu Ming shouted, and there was an extra opening on the tip of his index finger. However, the blood flowed out, and Gu Ming also dripped three drops of blood, and after dripping, he glared at Cong Lao fiercely.

Cong Lao asked us to follow him to recite "The wooden sword is a witness, dripping blood and vows, slaying demons and demons, and we will not give up", when we finished reading, we found that the wooden sword trembled, and then it stood still again. Cong Lao asked us to close our eyes and recite a mantra together, although it was very short, only four notes, but I felt a churning in my mind, and suddenly there was a feeling of warm current rushing by, and when I opened my eyes, the wooden sword was already in our hands. At this time, I looked at Gu Ming, Gu Ming also looked at me blankly, obviously he was also frightened, but he swallowed his saliva and shouted, "It's cool"

Then Cong Lao took out another thing from his pocket, and I fixed my eyes to see which strange little stone lion was before. He shouted at Gu Ming, "Next", Gu Ming caught it with his other hand holding the sword, Cong Lao asked Gu Ming to recite the mantra of holding the wooden sword just now, Gu Ming read it again, and found that the little stone lion still had not changed, at this time Cong Lao shouted: "See, two nerds", so we hurriedly did it, this is nothing, it almost scared us out when we saw it, only to see a huge male lion appear above Gu Ming's head. Gu Ming said, "What a big lion", and fainted on the ground, so I hurriedly went up to support him.

I said: "Old Cong, what's wrong with Gu Ming" Old Cong smiled and said, "It's just that the spiritual power is overdrawn, you see that although Gu Ming has fallen, this male lion still hasn't disappeared, this is the strength of this wind spirit lion." If you summon it, you can protect the master for a while. As for its power, you will see it in the future, I really don't know what luck you will take, when you encounter such a good thing, this wind spirit lion has already recognized Gu Ming as the master, so there is no need to be afraid of any negative effects. ”

After listening to Cong Lao's words, I smiled, and then suddenly thought, then I will use "enlightenment" to see if Cong Lao is strong. Just do it, I immediately recited the mantra, looked at Cong Lao, and was surprised to find that Cong Lao did not have a trace of spiritual power fluctuation around him.