This sound of Uncle Shi contains too many things. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

There are also a lot of things that are faintly said.

For those old witches, just two words were tantamount to a thunderbolt exploding in their ears.

The old witch at the head had a wonderful face, and his distorted expression couldn't hide the deep fear in his eyes.

The old witch trembled, pointed at the blind old man, and said nothing: "Old thing, you ...... Who are you......

The blind old man turned around, looked at the old witch with a smile and shook his head and said, "The people in Miao Jiang are really not as good as before, old thing? Well, it's really old enough, a person who should have died a long time ago, can he not be old if he lives to this day! ”

In a word, the old witch took two steps back, and the soul was in danger: "You...... You are ......"

The blind old man suddenly sighed, and he couldn't say the desolate color: "Old Dao Zhang Zhengling!" ”

Yuan Zhenzi on the side, his pupils shrank sharply, looked at Lao Dao, and then looked at Leng Qi on the ground, except for shock, he couldn't say a word.

That is, when the blind old man said his name, the group of people led by the old witch was in a great commotion.

"It can't be! How could a man from a thousand years ago appear today! Absurd! Absurd! ”

Someone wore a cloak through a cloak, and his voice was full of fear.

"Let's go!"

The old witch's face was cloudy, and he looked at the blind old man with fear, and shouted in a low voice.

"This ...... The kid with the medical lineage at the coffin door was handed over to him like this? ”

"Shut up! Walk! ”

The old witch turned his head violently, his eyes staring directly at the person who spoke, very resolute.

Fan Zhi licked his scarlet lips and glanced at Li Mengkai on the ground unwillingly.

"I was a Buddhist monk in the mountains, but I couldn't wake up when I got into the obstacle. It's a pity ......"

The blind old man seemed to be aware of it, and glanced at Fanzhi regretfully.

Fan Zhi was extremely disgusted by the regret on Lao Dao's face, and he was furious, and the fishy wind was everywhere, glaring at the blind old Dao: "Old Niu's nose, saying that I am in the obstacle, do you want to die?" ”

"Hey, I think! I think a lot! Sanskrit monk, the old Tao still has the second half of the poem, would you like to hear it? ”

"I don't know what to do, leave it to Lord Yama to talk about!"

Fan Zhi's eyebrows were hideous, and he raised his palm to turn into a blood-colored Buddha's hand, grabbing the blind old man.

But the blood-colored Buddha's hand, less than a foot away from the old road, dissipated in vain.

Fanzhi's face changed drastically.

The blind old man smiled miserably, pointing to the dusk moonlight in the night sky: "You want my life?" Fanzhi monk, no, this life is owed to me by God, so except for God, no one will take it away! Sanskrit monk, do you really not listen to the second half of the sentence? ”

Fanzhi hesitated for a long time, grinned and stuck out his scarlet tongue, and glanced at the blind old man sarcastically: "Hey, I just saw through the foolish hypocrisy of the world!" I've never been in a barrier, so why listen? Old bull nose, you wait, the deity doesn't care about you today! ”

After that, Fanzhi accompanied the fishy wind, and disappeared into the night with the old witch and his party.

Only the old Song people who have been shocked are left speechless.

From beginning to end, the turbulent waves in Lao Song's heart never stopped, those group of ghost Shura, Lao Song once thought that the situation was going to get out of control tonight, but this blind old Taoist priest just took a sip of wine, and this resentment dissipated in a snap of his fingers.

Lao Song was thinking about it very hard, and every name in his mind was searched by him, but he still couldn't find any information about Zhang Zhengling and Qiye.

And what made Lao Song suffer as much as Coptis chinensis in his heart was that this blind old man, and these seven nights, seemed to have an extraordinary relationship with the coffin door.

Isn't there only Liu Yuanqing, Chen Yuanhou and his disciples Leng Qi and Li Mengkai in the coffin door?

Where did these two come from?

Where the hell did they come from?

Recalling the night that frightened him after Leng Qi's death three years ago, Lao Song's heart felt like he had knocked over the five-flavor bottle.

Perhaps, I really did something very wrong......

Lao Song left with Yun Yang and the others who kept looking back, and tonight's Lao Song was destined to spend a sleepless night.

The night is cold, and the withered grass is desolate.

It wasn't until everyone was gone that the blind old man turned around tremblingly, his shriveled throat twitched a few times, and then he silently looked at Leng Qi, who was still bowing to the ground.

Leng Qi didn't speak, but his shoulders kept shrugging.

Lao Dao's thin palm covered with green tendons was gently placed on Leng Qi's face and kept groping: "Come, let me take a good look at ......"

Leng Qi held the unusually rough palm, the old man in front of him, where was there still a trace of the childish face of the crane.

"Division...... Where's my master...... What about my master......"

Leng Qi didn't know what he remembered, and choked up.

Lao Dao sighed and asked, "Master? Which master are you? ”

Leng Qi suddenly knotted and opened his cold lips, but he didn't know how to answer.

yes, he doesn't even know who he is now......

Leng Qi's words can't be concealed from the blind old way.

Lao Dao's expression was a little gloomy, and his tone was indescribably lost: "It seems that Xiaoye is still not there after all, right...... Now it's just his shadow that has returned. Hey, it's okay, otherwise wouldn't it be too unfair to you kid...... You, if you can still see Xiaoye in the future, you tell him that it is the master and uncle who are not good, and you shouldn't hide it from him back then! It's all Master's fault, don't resent us......"

The heart-rending pain in his chest almost made Leng Qi unbearable.

"Seven Nights...... There has never been a trace of resentment in my heart, seven nights...... I only hate that my master was in trouble back then, and I couldn't save him, and I only hated myself for being reckless and couldn't understand the painstaking ...... of my master and uncle."

Listening to Leng Qi's words, Lao Dao stretched out the back of his hand and kept wiping his tears, crying: "It's the master and the uncle...... You. Baby, it's cold on the ground, get up quickly......"

"Master and uncle treat seven nights like a master like a father, preaching and receiving karma, and the grace of nurturing, dare not forget! Why can't you say it...... Uncle, my master Lu Zhengyang ......"

"Baby, you remember, no matter what the past was, you are just you! Whoever you are in this life, then who you are! Okay, old man, I should also go, I shouldn't have appeared in front of you......"

Lao Dao said, shaking his head and staggering to his feet.

Leng Qi screamed at Lao Dao's back: "From the moment I woke up, I asked myself more than once, who am I? I also want to be just myself! But...... But, uncle, how do you ask me to be my former self? From the time Wei Wei and you stood in front of me, I couldn't go back! Those who couldn't let go of the seven nights, and all of them, am I ...... now? Can you give it up? Whether it is Su or Xiaoyu, they are all engraved in my bones, I can't scrape it, I can't forget it, uncle, you say, how do you let me go back to my former self? ”