"There's a ........ in here How can I say it......."

Daoist Ge frowned, looking at him like that, he didn't seem to have any intention of concealing it, but he just wanted to tell us something. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I'll tell you." The bitter monk took over the conversation and looked at the old man Zuo with a smile: "What lies here is injustice." ”

"I fucking know it's wronged, so I need you to talk too much? Do you drool a lot? Old man Zuo frowned tightly, his expression was a little impatient: "There is a smell of mountains and rivers in this iron coffin, don't think I can't smell it!" ”

"Zuo Lao Dao, your nose is quite smart." The bitter monk smiled: "That's right, the injustice in this is related to the mountains and rivers, to be precise, it is composed of mountains and rivers." ”

Mountains and rivers are angry, and Fang Shiliang is good.

In my mind, it's basically equivalent, and when I mention the former, I inevitably think of the latter, and when I mention the latter, I naturally associate with the former.

Hearing the three words "mountains and rivers gas" in their mouths, I have to say, my first reaction was "Fuck, Fang Shiliang let them put it in the coffin, this is impossible, right"?!

Of course, this delusion quickly disappeared from my brain.

Because I clearly saw a sad look on the old man's face, which was a kind of loss of a loved one and a friend.......

"I remember when you were making trouble in the three eastern provinces, it seemed that your primary goal was to take away the mountains and rivers in the eyes of the mountains and rivers, right?" Old man Zuo said, his expression becoming more and more ugly: "It's because you took this thing that the mountains and rivers will ...... Damn, this is what you got in exchange for Dong Lao Xian'er's life?!! ”

Old man Zuo's last sentence was almost shouted out, which scared me.

Listening to the roar echoing in the cave, Daoist Ge's expression was a little ugly, and he seemed to feel that it was a hurdle that he couldn't get over, and he was still a little guilty after all.

But the bitter monk did not have these manifestations.

He was very calm.

So calm that I want to give him two stabs.

"You don't blame us for that." The bitter monk said: "Some things are destined by God, even if we don't go to the northeast to do that thing, Dong Lao Xian'er will also die, right?" ”

Speaking of this, the bitter monk did not look away, still staring at the old man Zuo motionlessly, with a natural meaning in his expression.

"His life span has come to an end, if we hadn't done that that day, Dong Lao Xian'er would only be able to live a few more months, in the end, we just let him ........ early"

"Shut !! up"

Daoist Ge's sudden roar made the bitter monk's words fall back word for word.

Is the bitter monk afraid of Daoist Ge?

I don't think I'm afraid, not only because I think so, but also because people around me think so.

But the bitter monk did stop his mouth according to Daoist Ge's order at that time, and I am afraid there is only one reason for this.

The bitter monk knows very well that there are some things that cannot be taken for granted.

If you say it, it will definitely ........

"Master Ku is really a senior master, he can talk about dead people at such a time, and he really has the style of a fucking senior."

None of us found out when Zheng Xiaoxian'er got out of the car, and when he heard this voice, he was already standing behind the blind boss.

I saw Zheng Xiaoxian'er holding a cigarette between her fingers, standing on the side with a calm face, looking at the bitter monk.

"Anyone can live, but only you and Daoist Ge must die." Zheng Xiaoxian'er said.

"If you have the skills, I'd like to try." The bitter monk smiled, and didn't seem to be angry because of Zheng Xiaoxian'er's words.

Zheng Xiaoxian didn't speak yet, only heard a scream, and a fist-sized piece of gravel suddenly flew towards the head of the bitter monk.

The bitter monk didn't speak, tilted his head, and easily dodged the stone.

"The people who want to kill you are not only Xiaoxian'er."

The person who spoke...... Wrong! It should be said that this is the sin!

It was wearing a black shroud, holding a cigarette stick in its hand, its face was a little frighteningly pale, and its ghostly eyes were flashing with a faint green light, staring intently at the bitter monk.

Isn't this the sad king in Zheng Xiaoxian'er's immortal hall, who else can he be?!

"I'll just say why do you feel like it's noisy outside when you're asleep, it turns out that you, an old immortal, are making noise here." The old man of the sad king picked up the cigarette stick and took two puffs, his tone was still sven, but the killing intent in his eyes seemed to be almost impossible to hide, how scary it was.

"You are the sad king of Zheng Xiaoxian'er's family, right?" The bitter monk asked.

The sad king snorted and didn't say anything.

"I remember that your name is Chen Rusheng, and you used to be a scholar, but unfortunately you ........ later"

Seeing that the bitter monk talked about these old things, the old man of the sad king didn't mean to listen to it, so he interrupted him impatiently: "You don't mention my business, listen to the nest fire." ”

Hearing this, the bitter monk nodded, followed the meaning of the sad king, and then said very politely: "In the three eastern provinces, you are an immortal, but here, you are just a wrongdoer." ”

As soon as the words fell, the bitter monk smiled compassionately, poked his palm out of his sleeve, and gently clenched his fist.

"If you want to be reincarnated sooner, I'll send you away now."

When the sad king heard this, he just laughed vigorously, and he was not angry or impulsive, and after laughing for a while, he spoke.

"I know I can't fight you." The sad king said.

"Then you dare to come and seek death?" The bitter monk asked with a smile.

The sad king took a puff of his cigarette and said slowly.

"Just because I can't fight you doesn't mean we can't fight you."

When the voice of the sad king fell, one black figure after another appeared in the cave.

These figures are tall and low, fat and thin, almost every figure is independent, and the body shape is somewhat different from other figures.

These figures may not be the same gender or body type, but they all have one thing in common.

Fog.

All the figures were wrapped in a layer of black mist, not to mention their facial features, even what kind of clothes they were wearing, they couldn't tell at all.

"Wow! What a scene! The bitter monk exclaimed, although his expression was a little surprised, but he was not the slightest nervous, and he looked so relaxed: "There must be three or four hundred immortal families, right?" ”

At this time, the old man Zuo saw that the situation was not good, so he hurriedly stood up and persuaded him.

"Little fairy, Confucian, don't be impulsive."

"Don't worry, old man Zuo, we won't mess around." Zheng Xiaoxian'er smiled, waved her hand, and said, "Please go back first, now is not the time to do it." ”

These immortals seemed to have heard Zheng Xiaoxian'er's words, and soon, they disappeared one after another, completely disappearing out of thin air, and there was no figure after brushing, as if they had never appeared before, and the abruptness was extremely obvious.

Chen Rusheng was the only immortal family that did not disappear, it followed behind Zheng Xiaoxian'er, and he had no intention of going back, and smoked silently.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the field can be said to be solemn to the extreme, basically to the point of being on the verge of breaking out.

The blind boss and the fat uncle seemed to be ready to make a move, both of them stood against Hai Dongqing, the former's expression was quite relaxed, and the latter .......

Really, the fat uncle was so nervous that he began to break out in a cold sweat, although I knew he wasn't scared, but he still looked a little embarrassed.

"Let's take a break, now is not the time to fight." Daoist Ge spoke.

The bitter monk hummed and said, Okay.

Seeing that the bitter monk nodded, Daoist Ge looked at the old man Zuo again, meaning to ask him, is he going to fight? Or do you want to take it slowly?

"Hold on." Old man Zuo sighed: "Everyone is tired. ”

"That's right! A harmonious society is the most important! ”

Daoist Ge smiled, then walked behind Xiao Rulai in a few steps, raised his leg without warning, and kicked Xiao Rulai's back with one kick.

"Damn! This coffin is a treasure that I managed to get out! Can you cherish something?!! You have to drag it along, right?! ”

After being kicked along, Xiao Rulai also felt a little aggrieved, and glanced at Daoist Ge pitifully and said.

"I came here with my arms at first, and then I carried ........ on my back"

"And later?" Daoist Ge glared.

"Isn't that heavy?" Xiao Rulai explained aggrievedly: "Even if I am a cultivator of bitter meditation, no matter how strong I am, it is impossible to carry this thing all the way over the mountains and mountains!" ”