"What should I do?"

Xiang Mo subconsciously asked himself.

He wanted to run, but his legs seemed to have lost his soul, and he couldn't stop trembling, and he didn't listen to the call at all, so he could only force the fear in his heart and stand still in place.

He didn't know where the danger came from, but this danger was like a substance, like a thin film, wrapping himself at all times, oppressing himself, making him almost crazy.

Now he seems to have become a prisoner who has already entered the court, and he will be killed by a knife immediately, but the knife is grinding around his neck, and it just doesn't fall.

Beads of sweat, dripping down her cheeks to her chin, and then to the fire, hissing sounds.

He wasn't sure what it was, but he had to fight.

Xiang Mo struggled to stand up and turned to the side.

It was as if he had tied a pile of stones weighing a thousand pounds to his body, and every inch he moved was like pushing a thousand pounds of stones away.

It wasn't until he actually turned around that he understood what had happened.

A wolf, a very ordinary-looking wolf, with gray-black fur, long ears, a warped tail, pointed claws, and if it weren't for those red eyes, it would probably be mistaken for a dog.

It didn't have the sharp appearance of an air beast, nor did it want to eat people like a hungry ordinary beast, but just stood there, standing at a distance from Xiang Mo, looking at him.

Xiang Mo didn't even know when it came, but he knew very well that the extremely terrifying sense of oppression on his body was brought by this wolf.

He didn't understand why an ordinary wolf could put so much pressure on people, but he had to do something, like escape.

Although his body stood up, he was already sweating profusely, and he was several times more tired than when he fought with Xiang Zhibing.

The invisible pressure, which cannot be seen or touched, but is always there, is like a maggot on the tarsal bone, entwined around me all the time.

As soon as the true qi boiled, he immediately fell silent again, because he found that when he was agitating his true qi, the wolf's blood-red eyes also trembled slightly, as if telling him not to act rashly.

It seems that there is no way to run.

Sitting still and waiting to die has never been Xiang Mo's style, even if he wants to die, he wants to die to understand.

This wolf doesn't seem to have much malice, otherwise with its strength, it can tear itself to pieces in minutes.

But he still didn't know why this wolf was staring at him, afraid that he hadn't broken into its territory?

Soon, the wolf told it the answer.

At an unimaginable speed, it teleported from Xiang Mo's front to his side, pounced on the roast meat on the wooden shelf, and took a piece of roast meat in its claws.

That's right, it's to take and not to catch.

The wolf was in a human-like position, feeding the roast meat into its mouth.

The claws of the whole body divide into joints and take the shape of human palms, and they pinch the pieces of meat with their knuckles and stuff them into their mouths.

Soon, a roasted hare was stuffed into its mouth, followed by a sheep.

It seemed to have been hungry for a long time, and it swept Xiang Mo's barbecue like a wind, and after a while, there was only a pile of bones left on the shelf, and Xiang Mo was dumbfounded.

But what stunned him the most was that the wolf licked his fingers after eating, and waved his hand at him like a human, motioning for him to hunt the beast again.

This...... Is this still a wolf? Isn't it a man in wolf's clothing? Wrong, it's an uncle in wolf's clothing.

Xiang Mo ran helplessly into the mountains and forests, the situation was stronger than people, and he had to bow his head.

However, with a pillar of incense, he hunted some beasts again and put them on the barbecue again, until the wolf uncle in front of him was satisfied, and he didn't rest.

Uncle Wolf finished eating, took a full gap, stood up and nodded towards Mo, seemed to be very satisfied with him, and picked his finger again, the meaning could not be more obvious: "Come, go with Uncle!"

What can Xiang Mo say?

Obediently following behind this wolf who had become a spirit, he was full of emotion.

Thousands of calculations, but I didn't count that there is such a psychic beast here, but I am afraid that the future will not be easy, and I can't say that I will change to become its cook in the future!

This way, the wolf walked very fast, I don't know how many jungles I crossed, how many mountains I skimmed, and came to a mountain depression.

Walking here, Uncle Wolf stood in place and was silent.

Xiang Mo was also stunned, looked around, and felt that this was not like a place where he could make a nest, but before he could think about it, he saw Uncle Wolf stepping down with his hooves, and when he landed, the surrounding scenery changed, and all the mountains, rivers, grass and trees disappeared without a trace, leaving only a courtyard.

The courtyard is quiet and bleak, the willow weeping branches, the lotus leaves tremble lightly, the stream surrounds, the waterfall is agitated, the air is fresh and lingering between walking, the mist is hazy, and it is like a fairyland.

Xiang Mo only felt that the real qi here was surging, and it seemed that as long as he was lucky, he would be able to break through the seventh order of the martial apprentice and enter the eighth order.

He really wanted to sit down and do his work, but Uncle Wolf had already walked in, so he had to follow.

Looking at the quiet and leisurely environment around him, his heart itched, he really wanted to cultivate here for a hundred years, and then come out again, what Xiang Tianqi and the like, I am afraid that he is not the enemy of his own move.

Walking through the promenade pavilion and stepping into the old house, Xiang Mo's eager heart gradually fell, as if everything around here has a mysterious atmosphere of heaven and earth, which makes people calm down and understand the mortal dust.

Finally, Uncle Wolf stopped in a room in the inner house, looked at a person in the house, and knelt down.

It was like a real person, with its hands and feet on the ground, and its head was reverently knocked to the ground, with tears in its eyes and a long sigh.

Xiang Mo was curious at first, and then looked into the room, where there was an old man with crane hair and a childish face, but he saw that he was wearing a dark blue plain silk shirt, with an inky black ribbon tied around his waist, a long hair like flowing water, and a pair of deep and wise eyes, sitting motionless on the futon.

He thought about it, and quickly knelt down reverently, and his head fell low, and he also fell to the ground.

Although this old man doesn't know who Uncle Wolf is, he must also be a respected old-timer, and it is nothing to kowtow to him by himself.

He has no parents since he was a child, and he has a vague concept of relatives, so every time he sees those children who have parents, he is always very envious.

Now that I have seen this old man with a fairy wind and bones, I have a special sense of intimacy.

Uncle Wolf kowtowed, stood up, and actually saw Xiang Mo also kowtowing on the ground, he couldn't help but smile slightly, nodded again, and then patted him on the shoulder and pointed inside.

Xiang Mo didn't understand it at first, but after a little thought, he knew what he meant, and went to see the old man.

I just didn't know what to say to this old man, so I couldn't help but be a little ashamed.

Walking up to the old man, Xiang Mo lowered his demeanor again, and respectfully hugged his fists and said:

"Senior, the kid didn't take the liberty to come to place, please forgive me, the kid wishes the seniors a blessing like the East China Sea Shoubi Nanshan. ”

The room was silent, and there was no response.

Xiang Mo thought that he was not disrespectful, or that the old man was practicing the secret method and had no time to take care of himself, so he simply waited for a while.

However, there was still silence in the house, and there was no reply from the old man.

Sneaking a glance at the old man, I saw that his eyes were closed, and the old god was there, but his face was a little pale, white as paper, and a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

He simply came to the old man's side, stretched out his hand and gently touched the old man's body.

Cool, very cold, the same as ice water.

He jerked back and looked at the old man again, his heart pounding.

Could it be that this old man is dead?

Xiang Mo's eyes wandered, and he turned his head to look for Uncle Wolf, but Uncle Wolf had disappeared, and he could only look around the house alone, and his heart couldn't calm down.

The furnishings in the house are very neat, there are bookcases, incense burners, hanging swords, glass beads, bronze mirrors, calligraphy and paintings, and a couplet.

On the left side of the couplet it is written that the white clouds are on the top, and the nectar is sprinkled on Sumeru, and on the right side it is written that I drink the longevity wine.

The more Xiang Mo looked, the more he felt that this old man was not simple, he looked like a master in the world, but why was his body cold, no different from a dead person?

He made some suspicious guesses, but gave up and looked at a painting on the wall instead.

There is an old man on the mountain, wearing a white robe, carrying a long sword, his long hair is raised white with the wind, his eyes overlook the feet, where the white clouds are filled, looking around the peaks, the clouds and mist are shrouded, and the top of the mountain pokes out of the clouds and mist, like a hibiscus out of the water.

Such a picture scroll really paints the vastness of heaven and earth, and the endless sky.

And people are just a drop in the ocean, only hope to travel the world for the rest of their lives, and then return to the wind, step on the clouds, shine with the sun and the moon, and live with the heaven and earth.

Looking at it, Xiang Mo people were obsessed, addicted to the painting, only felt that the person in the painting was himself, and what he saw was the endless mountains and rivers and the infinite sky.

So he drew his sword and danced, condensing the mystery of the universe, and was a sword in his hand.

Just when he was in a daze, a sigh suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Alas......"

With a long sigh, Xiang Mo was pulled back from the outside of the divine object and returned to this hut, a little dazed for a while.

The voice was so close that it seemed to be around, but there was no one around, except ......

Xiang Mo turned around abruptly and looked at the old man on the bed, covered in hair, and his hand subconsciously formed a sword move in front of him.

However, the old man did not move, and still sat there motionless.

He had just put his mind at ease, wondering if he was overreacting and a little confused, but immediately he heard the old voice again:

"Little friend, don't worry, the old man's name is Fengtian Old Man, he has already passed away for a thousand years, and what you are in front of you is the body of the old man before his death, but because of his years of cultivation, he can remain indestructible, as long as you exert a little force, the body will turn into ashes! ”

"Ahh

Xiang Morden was stunned for a moment, and an unfathomable feeling rose in his heart, and he looked at the old man sitting there more respectfully, and hurriedly stood aside, bowed and saluted:

"Juniors Xiang Mo, meet the seniors, although you have passed away, but if there is anything that the juniors need to do, the juniors will definitely go to the soup and go to the fire again. ”

"Hehe, Xiaoyu doesn't have to be so respectful, the old man just left a wisp of remnant soul to resolve doubts for the destined people, and now Xiaoyou can come, it's really a blessing, the old man looked at you for the first time, and felt that you had a good character, and now all this is left to you, but it can be regarded as a matter of heart!"