After seven o'clock in the evening, Lao Dao covered the wine gourd and carried it behind him, "The time has come?" "After I saw the sloppy old man's movements, I knew that he was going to collect the boy's unjust soul, and I was excited to see the sloppy old man opening a treasury for Liu Laohan after collecting it." I know and ask, it's really a mouthful. Lao Dao glanced at me and said, and then walked out of the house, Liu Laohan and I hurriedly followed behind him, for fear that this living ancestor would accidentally disappear from our eyes.

After the sloppy old man left the house, he did not rush to the frozen fish pond, but kept walking around the periphery of the fish pond, which made Liu Laohan and me miserable. I mentioned that before, this stinky bull-nosed old road can drive Liuding Liujia, walking is comparable to the speed of a normal person running a hundred meters, I can still run behind the old road in the early stage, and Liu Laohan only followed for a few minutes and couldn't keep up, but the sloppy old road did not mean to stop, still kept walking around the fish pond, but the more around the circle, the smaller it became, I followed for so many minutes, and I couldn't run at all. I don't know how this old road can walk so much, about half an hour to walk, the old road finally stopped, stood on the ice somewhere on the left side of the center of the fish pond, and beckoned to me sitting on the ground, "Don't you want to help Xiaomei, you're tired now?" ”

This bull-nosed old way is definitely deliberate, I dare to be willing to be a hundred determinations, and if I want to be that cheeky, I will face the wall for the little master and sing conquest. I stood up angrily and walked towards the sloppy old road, and when I was halfway there, the old man shouted at me: "Ask Liu Laohan for an ice drill, don't come here with empty paws." Lao Dao was still standing there, looking at me with a grin.

Peat, why don't you finish the words just now, just wait for the little master to walk halfway through, and then say, it's clear to tease me, right, hey, the skills are not as good as people, willing to bow to the wind, the little master can bend and stretch, I thought in my heart, turned around and prepared to go back, but after all, the foot is on the ice, one is not careful, "sloppy-pop" fell me on all fours, hey I'll go, real Nima hurts, so I can't break my tailbone. Liu Laohan saw me fall, hurriedly got up and came over to help me, just after I got up, I found that the dead cow nose old way, actually squatting on the ground happy, peat, I have seen the bad, I have never seen such a bad thing. Although I often do bad things to others, you must know that it is very interesting to be bad to others, and it is another thing to be bad by others and not be able to resist.

After more than ten minutes, I covered my butt with one hand and came to Lao Dao's side with an ice drill in the other, "What do you see, hurry up and open a seventy-centimeter circle in my place, hurry up, if it's delayed, I don't care." After saying that, this old man who was bubbling up with bad water flashed and gave me the ice under my feet.

Although I want to thank the eight generations of ancestors of the old way very much, but the problem is that I can't think about it, because this dead old Taoist can read minds, so all I think in my heart is that the old Taoist you live forever, you are blessed and gracious, complimenting the old Tao, but the place where the old Tao stood, but there was an extra straight line, and I looked at it simply, it was really about seventy centimeters long, it seemed to be a diameter, and it was carved quite deeply.

Could this old way be a straight line cut out of a toenail? My mood of "singing praises of virtue" immediately turned into curiosity, this Nima cut too straight, I looked at the old road next to me, and I didn't find that he had professional tools on his body, it was really the same as the sentence "I was on the side of the road, found a yuan, just about to squat down to pick it up, found that it was phlegm, who is so lacking in virtue, spit out so round!" "It's the same thing.

"Remember, it has to be a circle." The requirements of the old man are quite strict, but this is not difficult at all for the little master who graduated from science in the imperial capital. Untie the trouser belt, put it on the ice drill, then measure the midpoint of the diameter with your foot, tie it down, then use one end of the belt as a dot, step on the dot with your foot, and then straighten the ice drill with force, and try to draw a complete circle on the ice.

When I finished drawing the circle, I found that Lao Dao was nodding his sparse goatee, and then the little master began to use an ice chisel to tie the part of the circle.

It took me half an hour to finally dig out a circular ice hole with a diameter of 70 centimeters. At this time, I was sweating all over, and the bad old way didn't allow Liu Laohan to reach out to help, saying that this thing started because of me, so I wanted to complete it, okay, anyway, the merit is mine, I admit it! I just don't get angry, I'm angry with you.

But the surprising thing is that when I opened the ice hole with an ice drill, the old man didn't drink a sip of wine, his eyes looked straight at me, or maybe under the ice, anyway, I was short-sighted, and I couldn't see it very clearly, but at least I was sure that the old way's eyes never left my side.

When I finished my work, Lao Dao came to the side of the ice cave and took out a small yellow paper figure from his dirty robe, and interestingly, this little paper figure actually had earrings on its ears, and next, I would like to tell the reader about two versions:

Version 1: I saw Lao Dao raise his hand and throw the yellow paper figure in his hand into the ice hole. It's strange to say, this yellow paper man didn't sink, just floated on the water, and turned around from time to time, and the old Tao pinched the three mountain tricks with his left hand at this time, pinched the sword finger with his right hand, and said words in his mouth, the voice was not very loud, and he muttered for about five minutes, suddenly opened his eyes, and shouted: "Urgent as a law!" I saw that the yellow paper figure that was still floating instantly sank to the bottom of the fish pond and disappeared in a blink of an eye. Looking at the old Tao again, Zhou's robes were blown by the wind, but those goatees did not move at all. That's not all, at first I thought I was too tired, resulting in some unsteady standing, after a while, I found that the ground was uneven, and it was too uneven, a while concave, a while convex, well, it was the water under the fish pond that was moving, driving the ice above the fish pond to move. Saying I'm scared, that's, who are we, can we be afraid, running away that kind of thing, can the little master do it, I stand beside the sloppy old Taoist like a mountain, quite a protector of the law. After a while, I saw the water in the ice cave, as if boiled, gurgling out, like Jinan Baotu Spring, that called a good look, I turned my head to look at the old way, and found that the other party's brows were tightly locked, but I don't know why he was entangled. After the water in the ice cave grunted for a while, I heard the sloppy old Taoist shouting: "Injustice, do you have to beat your soul to the point where you can't be scattered?" The sound is like a bell, resounding throughout ten miles and eight towns. I asked myself to be a wedding master of ceremonies on weekdays, using the resonance of the chest cavity and nasal cavity to make a sound, such a sound is loud enough, but compared with the voice of Lao Dao at this time, there is no comparison at all. Look at the endless water that has just been grunting in the ice cave, it is no longer grunting at this moment, and slowly, the fish pond is no longer trembling, when everything is calm, on the water surface of the ice cave, there is actually a yellow paper man, the difference is that the chest of the yellow paper man, there is a touch of blood red, and I can vaguely feel that a cloud of something similar to a gray fog is shrouded in the outside of the yellow paper man.

to be continued