The Ninth Master was still the same old look, wearing a black Tang suit, holding a dry tobacco in his hand, standing silently outside the door of the temple and looking at me.

Its expression, no, should be its appearance, it looks like a dead man.

Although it was meant to be a dead man.

It is no exaggeration to say that this old guy looks unlucky compared to me.

"The Ninth Master is well." I nodded and walked over, my face full of flattery, I took out a pack of cigarettes that had just been opened from my pocket, and handed it a cigarette in a proper manner.

This old fairy's ability is not weaker than that of Chen Rusheng, the sad king in Zheng Xiaoxian'er's house.

I don't know how many years ago, this old fairy cultivated his real body, so he smoked through his real body, and it should feel like a living person smoking.

The Ninth Master took the cigarette I handed him, looked at it in his hand, then put it in his mouth and held it, and then pressed his finger on the cigarette butt.

I heard a sting, and the cigarette was lit by it.

Seeing this scene, I'm not an ordinary envy, damn, this is a dragon-slaying skill for smokers!

Not only can it be high-grade pretending, but it can also solve the dilemma of having smoke and no fire at some times

"Old fairy, can you teach me this hand?" I looked at the Ninth Master expectantly and asked.

The Ninth Master smacked his lips, took a puff of cigarette, the expression of the dead man's face was still rigid, he glanced at me, and said, "What's the hurry, when you die, it will be natural." ”

I'll fuck you uncle.

This old thing is really unkind to talk!!

It's unlucky to look inherently, and it's even more damn unlucky to speak, I just ask casually, this old grandson chokes me with words, do I have a grudge against him?!

"You're really good at laughing." I didn't have a good time to reply.

"I'm telling the truth." The Ninth Master didn't seem to think that there was something wrong with what he said, and looked at me very calmly: "Isn't it impossible for me to use this trick when I'm alive, it's all when I'm dead." ”

I stopped squeaking and glanced at the old thing.

Even if you're telling the truth, can't you be tactful? Uncle's!

"What's going on?" The Ninth Master asked me, "What's the situation on the mountain?" ”

"Didn't those immortals come back first?" I wondered, "They didn't tell you?" ”

"It's incomprehensible, a bunch of stupid calves, the details are all fucking missing." The Ninth Master scolded people politely, and he scolded the immortal family as well: "Anyway, you planted it?" ”

"It's kind of planted." I nodded.

"Tell me the details, from beginning to end." The Ninth Master took a puff of his cigarette and looked at me calmly: "There are still a few old immortals waiting for me to give me news, you hurry up and say, I have to go back in a while." ”

"Okay." I nodded.

Suddenly, I remembered something I had been particularly curious about, and after a little hesitation, I asked anyway.

This old guy's temper is okay, but his mouth stinks, and when I ask him, I guess he can't beat me, at most scold me.

"Old fairy, let me ask more questions." I pointed to the Divine Hall and asked curiously, "Where do you immortal families usually rest?" ”

"It's in the tablet." The Ninth Master replied.

"What's in there?" I was a little interested, and asked it curiously: "Is it just like in fantasy, there is a space of its own?" ”

When the Ninth Master heard me say this, he seemed to feel a little surprised, looked me up and down, and said in a loud voice: "The words in your kid's mouth are quite high-grade." ”

This old gang dish is indeed a little uninformed, what I said is considered high-grade? Elementary school students know all about these things!

"It's actually a bit inappropriate to say something like you," the Ninth Master smoked a cigarette and said slowly: "How can you say that it's actually the same as our immortal family's house."

"Like a Poké Ball?" I asked, my eyes widening.

"What Poké Ball?" The Ninth Master was stunned for a moment, not understanding what I meant.

"A Super Ball that doesn't want to be a Master Ball is not a good Poké Ball, alas, you don't understand it." I digressed the topic and waved my hand: "It's useless if I understand these things now, and I'll understand when I die, right?" ”

The Ninth Master smoked a cigarette, nodded, and said very objectively.

"There's Huigen."

Subsequently, I also lit a cigarette, and to make a long story short, I told the Ninth Master what happened today.

From the beginning of my talk to the end of my story, the expression of the Ninth Master has not changed.

It seems that none of these things are enough to make it change its face, or rather, these things are nothing to it.

But I found that it smoked much more often than at the beginning, which shows that it does not seem to be so calm in his heart.

At this time, it was silent and silent, probably pondering something.

Seeing this scene, I didn't squeak, so I lit a cigarette again, smoked, and squatted under the eaves to avoid the rain.

Shen Han and Zhao Qingluan and a few of them, they seemed to be very curious about the Ninth Master, the immortal family, seeing that I was chatting with him, Shen Han and the others also had the courage, moved a small bench by themselves, and sat outside the hall looking at us.

"This world is really going to be chaotic." The Ninth Master suddenly sighed.

Hearing this, I didn't speak, and waited quietly for it to continue.

"It's a pity, if we all follow Xiao Xian'er up the mountain today, we should be able to control the calves of the Dusheng Sect first." The Ninth Master regretted it a little.

"Ninth Master, I also want to ask about this." I couldn't help but open my mouth: "You big brothers, why don't you follow us up the mountain?" ”

"At the beginning, we only knew that Xiao Rulai was on the mountain, and we didn't know that Daoist Ge had also gone." The Ninth Master shook his head: "For you, Xiao Rulai's alliance with Mr. Tan should not be afraid, so it's useless for us to say this now, let's take one step at a time." ”

As soon as the words fell, the Ninth Master turned around, as if he wanted to return to the temple.

"Ninth Master, I want to ask you something."

Hearing me call it, the old fairy stopped and turned her head to look at me.

"Say."

"Those immortals who were taken away by the Birth Sect"

Before I could finish my question, the Ninth Master sighed, left me a word, and then entered the shrine without looking back.

"Actually, Xiao Xian'er and Lao Dong both know the answer, but it's hard to say, maybe they don't want to believe it."

It's hard to say? Don't want to believe it?

Hearing this reply, I was also a little confused, and my heart said what is so bad about this thing?

While pondering the words of the Ninth Master, I walked along the eaves and soon joined Shen Han and them.

"What are you going to do?" I asked them funny.

"It's rare to see this kind of scene." Zhao Qingluan smacked his lips.

"What did it tell you?" Zhao Xiaosan asked.

"Just ask us about going up the mountain" I shook my head: "The Ninth Master seems to know the reason for the disappearance of those immortals, but it didn't explain it to me, and said that Old Man Dong and Brother Zheng both know this answer, but it's just hard to say." ”

Hearing me say this, Shen Han and the others looked at each other for a while, all with confused expressions.

"I'm afraid there's an inside story here." Zhao Xiaosan looked at me with great interest: "Why don't we go and ask Old Man Dong?" ”

Coincidentally, just when Zhao Xiaosan said this, Old Man Dong hurriedly walked over from the other side of the corridor with a large casserole, and it seemed that he also heard Zhao Xiaosan's words.

"What do you want me to ask?" Old man Dong walked to the hall with the pot, and said to us: "Get out of the way, don't burn, let you taste grandpa and my craftsmanship today!" As the saying goes, if the beef is boiled in the pot, the gods can't stand steadily"

"Old man! I have a problem! ”

Before I could stop him, Zhao Xiaosan raised his hand, like a student asking a question to the teacher.

"What's the problem?" Old Man Dong responded.

"It's the inside story of the disappearance of those immortals!"

Hearing this question, Old Man Dong didn't seem to have any special reaction, and calmly took the pot and walked into the hall bypassing us.

"Actually, it's nothing."

Old Man Dong's voice slowly came out of the hall, and his tone was very calm, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"We were wrong at first, or rather, we didn't want to think that way"

At this time, we all turned our faces back and looked at Mr. Dong standing at the dinner table.

Old Man Dong lit a cigarette and took a puff, his eyes were a little lost and a little complicated.

"I'm afraid that those immortal families who disappeared have all joined the Degree of Life Sect."

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