"Woo, woo"

The long sword patted the crane lying on the ground, and looked at it and screamed weakly, Qi Chen's brows furrowed,

"It won't burrow into the rocks?"

Shaking his head, Tie Lingshuang stretched out his hand to pull out the blood of the dragon, looked at the stone crane that was skewered on it like a roast chicken, and sneered contemptuously,

"Birds and monsters, a line of wings, a line of head and tail, vertical and horizontal, that is, the demon tendons, it is seriously injured and can't run. ”

Having learned new knowledge, Qi Chen nodded to indicate that he was taught, glanced at the high-spirited Tie Lingshuang, and sighed,

"You're too desperate, I think you still catch a dragon as a mount, and you can fly in the future. ”

His eyes lit up, Tie Lingshuang nodded, feeling that this was very reasonable, so he didn't speak, looked at the stone crane on the tip of the gun, and asked in a cold voice,

"Can talk?"

Strung on the iron spear, in a precarious situation, Shi He struggled to raise his head and look at Tie Lingshuang, sensing the strong killing intent around him, and shook his head slightly,

"Can't speak, write with your sharp mouth, will you?"

raised his slender neck, his whole body was weak, and his breath was stagnant, this was the consequence of the serious injury of the demon tendons, and he regretted it, it would have been good to fly away earlier, and he nodded his crane head,

"Just scratch on the stone, I say, you write, if you lie,"

said lightly to Qi Chen and Qin Fusu,

"Let you cut it, and just cut off its head. ”

Qi Chen grinned, the short sword was withdrawn, he stretched out his hand and flicked the long sword, which made a clanging sound, Qin Fusu frowned and looked at the stone crane, looked at the mountain king like a subway Lingshuang, and asked softly,

"You follow that drinker, just catch monsters every day?"

snorted coldly, and didn't answer, the spear stabbed the ground fiercely, and with a snap, the stone crane lay on its stomach against the ground, like a guillotine,

"The people upstairs know you're a monster, you know?"

Shi He nodded, the corners of Tie Lingshuang's mouth on the side raised, and his face turned cold,

"Writing, who made you nod?"

Eh, Qi Chen shook his head and sighed, this woman is crazy, if she falls into the devil, she will definitely kill innocents indiscriminately, and the crime is extremely evil. Qin Fusu smiled softly, quite nostalgic.

The Tie family has two daughters, contemplating their eyebrows and contemplating it, and Ling Shuang is proud of the snow.

The eldest daughter, Tie Ningmei, is the most gentle and quiet, like a spring drizzle, only a little strange, lethargic, only three or four hours of waking time a day.

The second daughter, Tie Lingshuang, beat all the naughty children in Jinan Mansion, like the king of children, and couldn't stop all day long.

Every time Qin Fusu went to visit Tie's house, talked about poetry and lyrics with Tie Ningmei, or just watched her lie down and fall asleep at the desk, he was naughty and mischievous, and it was Tie Lingshuang who was sharp and sharp-tongued to be sarcastic.

Snorting sound, coming back to his senses, Qin Fusu looked at the stone again, the crane's head turned, and the sharp crane beak wrote and drew on the stone, writing the word "know".

Looking at the text, it has the style of a book saint, and it really deserves to be a monster that the word has become.

With a chuckle, Tie Lingshuang nodded, raised his leg and nodded at it,

"How do you know?"

The tip of the stone crane's beak slid a few strokes on the stone,

"Ancestor said. ”

"Who is the ancestor?"

"The old immortal who brought me out of the mountains told me that when I crossed the calamity, he would take me to Asgard. ”

Qi Chen looked at Tie Lingshuang who was contemplating his eyebrows, and the long sword knocked on the head of the stone crane, and after some interrogation, the three of them finally knew the ins and outs.

At the top of the middle peak of Xianhe Mountain, a big stone, vaguely like a crane, greets the morning light every day, absorbs a trace of purple gas from the east, and in this way, I don't know how many years, and finally has a trace of wisdom.

Although the spiritual wisdom is open, this stone crane naturally can't be like the immortal cranes flying around in the sky, so he can only press down his envy and concentrate on cultivation, looking forward to one day being able to transform into a shape.

Until one day, an old gentleman came to him, patted the stone and praised it, pointed to the city tower under construction in the distance, and said,

"Cut into big stones, make that crane gatehouse, I will find a drop of dragon and phoenix essence blood with you, so that you can survive the thunder tribulation within ten years, when the time comes, the old man will take you to the fairy palace, are you willing?"

In this way, unable to endure the lonely stormy years, and attracted by the dragon and phoenix essence blood, the big stone crane ninja turned into a big stone with a thousand knives, and engraved the three characters of the crane gate.

To its surprise, not long after it moved over, a huge and pure aura appeared beside it, and it seemed that the old immortal really did not deceive himself, so he condensed the essence in the crane character, concealed the breath, and stepped up his cultivation.

At that time, the cultivation was not enough, until the past two days, the body was full of breath, and he could move for a while, and it happened that the person upstairs appeared today, and was about to wait for the night to suck blood and then escape, but unfortunately he met Tie Lingshuang.

On the crane gate, the little fireflies flickered a few times, slowly becoming smaller, and the city gate was darkened, only the dim light in the gatehouse came.

"What does the old fairy look like?"

Looking at Ling Shuang and thinking quietly, Qi Chen couldn't bear it anymore, and knocked the sword towards Shi He, who looked at the secret numb stone in front of him, blinked his crane eyes, and stared at Qi Chen innocently.

Tie Lingshuang pulled out his spear and replaced it with a stone, and was about to pierce it.

"Be careful!"

On the city behind Tie Lingshuang, a black shadow flashed out, a silver light, the tip of the sword seemed to be a long snake, and between the swings, it had reached Tie Lingshuang's back.

Tie Lingshuang heard Qin Fusu shouting, and the spear in his hand swept towards his back.

The enemies were very red when they saw each other, Qi Chen saw the black shadow, and instantly recognized that it was the person who was assassinated by Jiming Temple, and flew forward, the long sword roared angrily, Qin Fusu also rushed forward, and the snow Jiao thrush in his hand was obliquely picked up against the long sword.

"Left, right, tiger. ”

Two black shadows fell from the sky and slammed into the stones of the city, separating the two men.

Tie Lingshuang's spear swept past, the head of the spear was light, and he turned around suddenly, only to see that the black shadow was carrying a stone crane in his hand, and the faint gray gas turned into a chain, tightly restraining it.

Standing on the stone battlements at the head of the city, he smiled lowly, glanced at the three of them contemptuously, turned over and fell down the city tower.

"Chase!"

Qi Chen's words, which almost hit his head on the iron shield, were still in his mouth, only to see Tie Lingshuang leap down, chasing after the black shadow, and a cold murderous aura came,

"See where you can run this time!"

Qi Chenfei got off the city wall, and then heard the sound of the wind breaking behind him, and knew that Qin Fusu had also chased after him, and the four of them fled and chased after him, rushing towards the Xianhe Mountain in the distance.

... ...

"Master, are there any monsters?"

The little frog looked up at the master who was sitting cross-legged on the ground and reading the scriptures quietly, only to see that he did not react, just stared intently at the book.

In the middle of the night, the old monk stretched out his hand to turn over a page, there was a paper sound, and he looked sideways at the four or five-year-old frog, who was chubby, with a meaty little face, and nodded,

"Hmm. ”

"Oh. ”

After a moment of silence, the little frog asked in an uneasy whisper,

"Master, do monsters eat people?"

The old monk's triangular tiger eyes narrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth were smiling, as if he had comprehended the avenue of scriptures, nodded, and said in a muffled voice,

"Eat, I like to eat fat children the most. ”

The fat frog was not alarmed, but the three vegetable buns for each meal quietly became two, and the bowl of white rice porridge was not wasted, so I could only endure it and drink it, and I walked a little more after the meal.

On the top and side of the cave, there are dozens of night pearls as big as goose eggs, and the wide cave is as bright as day.

This place is empty, with a radius of forty or fifty zhang, and the neat cutting marks on the inside are like stones that have become tofu, and a big square hole has been dug out by a big knife.

The bottom is like a paradise, a small lake in the middle, and one or two carps jump out of it from time to time, and between the water waves, a few clouds and reeds at the water's edge sway.

Cloud smoke reed, just because the reed leaves are wide like the blue sky, and the top of a group of reed flowers is warm and white like clouds, ethereal like smoke, so it is called cloud smoke reed, and it is difficult to change the gold.

There are several strange stones by the lake, different colors, blue, white, purple and red, and there is a jet-black like iron, carved like a tiger like a dragon, and like a tooth angler, unevenly arranged, faintly forming a formation around the lake.

A little farther away, the fence is enclosed, a small courtyard, a faint medicinal fragrance comes out, a small piece of medicine garden surrounds the small courtyard, there is only a wide attic in the courtyard, seven stories high, can touch the top of the cave, as if to reach out to pick up the stars.

The attic is stacked with jade as a whole, jade is made of tiles, gold and silver are made of bells, and red sandalwood is used as beams, which is elegant and dignified, luxurious and extravagant.

There is a plaque hanging in the middle of the entrance of the ground floor, swaying horizontally and vertically, swaying with points, hooking at will, three immortal qi overflowing big characters, Zhenjun Pavilion.

The little frog sat under the attic, looking at a gourd-shaped copper furnace in front of him, only three feet high, bursts of hot gas came from the surface, and the blue and white fire in the belly of the big gourd below was shining, through the slender gourd waist, scorching the belly of the small gourd above.

"What are you looking at?"

The hoarse voice sounded beside him, and the little frog looked sideways, and the old man, oh no, the old benefactor, hung a pair of clothes embroidered with cranes and clouds on his dry and thin body, and walked around, fluttering like a banner blown by the wind.

Looking at his wrinkles all over his face, light gray spots on his neck, and a lot of thin fingers like chicken feet, he was full of old age, and the faint breath that drifted over was gloomy and dangerous, with a trace of gray and sick old age.

The little frog stared at his bright eyes, which were still black and white, a few wisps of long yellow eyebrows hung down at the corners of his eyes, and nodded,

"Watch the fire. ”

The old man smiled lowly, sat down beside the bronze gourd, stretched out a withered yellow finger, and pointed at the green fire,

"This fire has been burning for seventy-nine years, seven months and thirteen days, why is it not extinguished?"

The little frog stretched out his head slightly, staring at a charred black wooden block under the fire, only half a foot long, but the fire had been raging for a long time, and there was no sign of weakening, and he clasped his hands together and whispered,

"There is firewood. ”

The old man nodded, looked at a serious little monk, his eyes narrowed slightly, the crackling sound sounded in his ears, he came back to his senses slightly, and took out a piece of red wood from his sleeve, like a paperweight, and flicked his fingers lightly, as if ringing, like ringing a bell.

Seeing the little monk staring at the wooden block in his hand with a little strangeness, the old man didn't explain, and gently stuffed the wooden block into the belly of the gourd.

The fire was scorching, and the wooden block showed no signs of burning, and the little frog stared at the wooden block, and the old man stared at the little frog, so that it was quiet for a long time.

Split

A crack appeared on the purple and red wood, and a faint green smoke drifted away, only to hear a bang, the purple and red wood instantly turned black, and the green fire suddenly trembled and burned violently.

"This piece of wood is called a salarystone. ”

"In the copper mountain, there will be gold and stone, and in a very small number of gold and stone, there will be red stones, which are extremely hard, and all fire does not invade, it is for the salary stone, only the green and white fire is scorched, and the party is turned into wood, this small piece can be burned for a day. ”

The old man introduced two sentences lightly, looked at the little frog with slightly bright eyes, and asked softly,

"Little monk, do you know what it means to pass on the torch?"

The little frog frowned slightly, he was still young, he didn't know much, but he had read a lot of books, he was a person with a clear mind, his bald head was lowered, and he said softly,

"Old man, I already have a master. ”