Chapter 13 There are masters in Xiaomao Mountain
I struggled with Sister Huang for a long time, I was tired and sweating profusely, and I saw that her whole person was about to collapse. After resting for a while, I went out, but left me alone to cook breakfast.
Not long after Sister Huang left, the sky outside completely changed, and the originally calm sky instantly flashed and thundered, and the clouds were foggy. The wind mixed with the sand, and the gloomy sky completely weighed down......
In the east of the city, on Xiaomao Mountain......
"Stinky Daoist, why did you frame my apprentice repeatedly? It's going to kill your dog today. A yellow-haired old man, holding a gourd, shouted at a white-haired old man.
"You old monster, don't want to spray people with blood, when have I ever harmed your apprentice, on the contrary, it is your master and apprentice, and the bad things are done, I will clean you up sooner or later, but you will send it to the door, then the old man, I will eliminate the harm for the people." The white-haired Taoist is a stubborn temper, and he can't stand the slightest bit of whimsy, so he has to do it.
The yellow-haired old man is a powerful head lowering master, and he has done a lot of bad things, big and small, and it is common to kill people and steal corpses. Not afraid of the stubborn temper of the Taoist at all, he shouted: "Apprentice, make guy, kill this old thief." ”
"Yes!"
The ugly man was neat and neat, and took out many fellows, skulls, and poisonous snakes, but there were many, and they were placed on the ground, and they had become a battle.
"The Evil Five." The head descending master pinched the trick in his hand, recited a mantra in his mouth, and in an instant, the skull on the ground flew in the air and bit the Taoist as if it had life.
"Carving insect skills, please Huanyu, view!" The white-haired Taoist man, holding a peachwood sword, wielded it in the air, each sword was extremely accurate, no matter how the five heads attacked, they couldn't get close to him half a step.
"Old thief, you think it is easy, and I will give you another fun one." The head descender sat cross-legged and released a number of small snakes from a bag.
These little snakes are extremely fast, and they are all fed with special materials, but if they are bitten, the consequences are terrible.
"Damn, this old monster, but there are a lot of ways." The white-haired Taoist was faintly a little struggling, after all, five skulls were enough for him to deal with, and another group of poisonous snakes came, and the speed was extremely fast, which he couldn't bear, thinking in his heart, he had to fight quickly.
The white-haired Daoist swung his sword and immediately retreated, instantly distancing himself from the head descending division. He fumbled through the cloth bag and pulled out a clay doll.
This mud doll is not simple, it is a wooden boy that he went to South Asian countries and finally begged. This boy was originally made of hundreds of years of ancient wood, and he was the nemesis of many head-lowering masters. And the number is rare, and it is difficult to find it.
The head lowerer was shocked, it turned out that this old thief had already prepared, no wonder he dared to make a big statement.
Seeing that the five skulls and snakes were retreating, Si Luoping couldn't help much, after all, it was a master's fighting skills, if he helped casually, he might hurt the master, so he could only watch from the sidelines.
"Hmph, you grandfather." The head descender continued to chant the incantation, but he was still defeated by the white-haired Taoist.
"Today, I'm going to do the right thing for heaven." The white-haired Taoist took the wooden boy and cast a spell and chanted a spell, only to see the wooden boy's eyes light up, and a faint light shot out, running towards the head descender.
The head descender was frightened and hurriedly dropped his skull to resist, but the speed was not enough. Whoosh, on top of the chest.
This wooden boy is made of pure yang wood, and if the ordinary head lowering master is hit, I am afraid that he will die through the chest. And today's head descending master is very virtuous, even if he is hit, it is only a traumatic injury.
The head descender looked at his burned wound, and there was a burst of pain: Damn, Lao Tzu wants your life.
Only then did he move his real character, he took out the chicken blood pot, took a big sip, and spit it out again.
It's just that this spit is not chicken blood, but a raging flame. The momentum was so great that it was like a bomb explosion.
The white-haired old man couldn't dodge, and with a move, he was surrounded by raging fire and roasted like a roast pig.
"Haha, the master is amazing, see that this old thief is not dead." The ugly man on the side cheered for his master. At this moment, most of the white-haired Daoists were burned to death.
The head descending master received his supernatural powers, looked up to the sky and shouted: "Haha, old thief, this time I want your life, right?" ”
The fire was still burning, and then there was a figure behind the firelight.
"What?" The head lowerer looked more closely, and his jaw flashed again.
"Hmph, it's such a powerful fire, but you have lived for nothing for decades." The white-haired Taoist was black all over, and his clothes were burned to tatters.
"You, it can't be." The master and apprentice were already dumbfounded, this is not a person, it is impossible for a person not to be burned to death.
"That's right, you're right, I'm not human, by the way, everyone else calls me a half-immortal, and I'm angry." The white-haired Taoist man, I'm afraid he didn't want to spend any longer, and he was going to use the most powerful move, and then he took another step back, opened a distance of more than ten meters, and stretched out one hand to the sky.
Then the earth shook, the sky shook, and the clouds and waves rolled like a giant dragon in the sky above the entire city of Nanjing, and no one could see what moves the white-haired Taoist used. All they knew was that there were two corpses lying on the ground, scorched and seemingly dead, so fast that they barely had time to fear.
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When the weather improved, Sister Huang came back.
When she saw the breakfast on the table, she immediately revealed a look of joy: "Wow, Xiaodong, what did you do?" "She may be wondering, how can I, a big man, have such awesome craftsmanship.
"Of course, let's try it, put it down." I saw that Sister Huang was carrying a lot of paper bags in her hand, so I persuaded her to put them down and try my handiwork.
"Hmm." She picked it up without washing her hands, and of course I wouldn't dislike her.
What chicken patty, peanut crisp, vegetarian fried, she ate a lot, and she didn't leave a little bit of it with me, and praised while eating: "You know, if I can marry a man like you, I'll be worth it." ”
I smiled bitterly, a little sad for some reason.
Maybe, maybe it's because I'm still young and don't know what love is, but it's only after many years that I gradually understand Sister Huang.
She said that she went out to buy a lot of clothes this morning and asked me to change the bath towel on my body, and I couldn't wait, after all, the bath towel was very awkward.
It was a fur coat with a dog-fur collar and a light-colored shirt. I was dressed neatly, not big or small, and I couldn't help but admire Sister Huang's vision.
"It's so pretty, okay little brother, I'll give it to you." She dragged her chin in her hands, and looked at me with that look.
"How much?" I just casually asked, "I'll ...... when I turn around."
"3000, not expensive."
"Me," I choked, I was about to say I'll pay you back, but I swallowed again.
"You just wear it, don't worry, my sister gave it to you." She seemed to know what was going on in my heart.