Dao Mu's wonderful performance made Long Xianjing's eyes ripple. Seeing that Daomu had returned to his position, he hurriedly got up to greet him.

"Immortal Chief, you are so strong!" Long Xian smiled quietly, and his words did not hesitate.

"Most of the shepherds are not combat experts, but most of them are talents in disaster relief and animal husbandry. Only with the assistance of sword cultivation can he exert his powerful power. The shepherd cannot leave the sword, but the sword can leave the shepherd, this is the sorrow of the shepherd. "Bang bang, Dao Mu weighed the knife, pinched the flower finger and flicked it a few times, "Unlike them, Xiaodao will only suppress disasters and kill herdsmen." The sword groaned happily, as if agreeing with Dao Mu's words.

Hearing this, Long Xian quietly pinched her bright chin, and groaned with her chin, "Seeing you fighting, the slave family understands ......a little" The voice was as small as a mosquito.

Dao Mu heard clearly, but thought that Long Xian Jing was talking to herself, and she didn't know what she understood, but Dao Mu didn't answer.

On the stage, the thorny and polite took turns to speak, full of empty words about ideals and values. The two took turns and talked for a quarter of an hour before disbanding.

"Senior Brother Dao, your final performance is really eye-catching. Bin Thorn smiled brightly, but the scars on his face made people stay away. "At that time, I hope you will also come to the exchange meeting. ”

"We'll talk about it then. Dao Mu did not refuse, nor did he accept it.

Dao Mu himself didn't know how long he would stay in Daqingshan. Who knows tomorrow, or next month, where he will be thrown away by the unscrupulous master.

After a few pleasantries, both sides said goodbye. Tong Di asked Long Xianjing to ride with her, and Dao Mu rode alone. They disappeared into the sky.

"Big brother, what do you think of this pastor?" Bin Long muttered softly, Tong Di had only been there for a long time, and he should have started thinking about her.

"Don't worry, but beware. Binthorn turned and walked outside. "It is the truth to sail carefully on the ship of ten thousand years. ”

"Didn't my father say that Dao Mu and him came from the same family?" Bin Long turned around three times in one step, reluctant to write all over his face.

"That Li Bo just now, isn't he also a fellow of the Weaving Mansion, do you respect him?" Bin Thorn laughed.

......

Foot House.

Long Xian looked at the surrounding environment curiously, compared to the Great Yellow Mountain, it is much simpler, but it is born freely. Backed by Daqing Mountain, there is a stream of water in front of the door, surrounded by flowers and beautiful trees. Although the environment is cold, it is not the kind of cold and dead.

"Aren't you curious, what did Fairy Tong say to the slave family?" Long Xianjing couldn't help but ask when she saw that Dao Mu was indifferent.

"Do you know how to cook?" Dao Mu waved his hand, and a complete set of daily necessities appeared on the bed.

"The slave family will have all kinds of medicinal food. Long Xian swore quietly, only to take a selfie with the majestic mind.

"In the future, Xiaodao and Ah Meng's meals will be handled by you. As he spoke, Dao Mu had turned around and went out, "All kinds of vegetables and meat have been cut and stored in the kitchen ice cave. If it's not fresh, or if it's finished, just tell me. ”

With a squeak, Dao Mu had walked into his own room next door.

In an uproar, more than 100 pastoral scriptures written by the sages of Mujian Mountain were stacked on the table.

"You are all the crystallization of the wisdom of the sages, and you have been dusting the sword mountain for many years, and you will be resentful. "Dao Mu takes a tripod-type incense burner, and the seal dragon carves the phoenix, which is lifelike.

"Today, I hope that all the immortals will give the younger generations a guide. "Holding three thumb-sized incense pillars in both hands, I bowed three times to the pile of books, and the incense pillars had spontaneously combusted. Inserted in the incense burner, the cigarette smoke curls, condenses the fragrance of thousands of herbs and thousands of flowers and fruits, refreshing people's hearts and lungs.

A pastoral scripture flies from the pile of books, it is the bottom, the thickest, the largest, the most years of the thick book. It was revised for the first ten generations of Mujian Mountain Lords, and even Jian Gu couldn't tell his age.

The Pastoral Sutra fluttered and flapped, flashing with the glow of wisdom, and two lines of words that were not mortal flashed into the void.

"If you want to get it, you have to pay. ”

"You've got to think it through. ”

"What else can I lose?" said Dao Mu smiled, full of self-deprecation.

Seeing that Dao Mu had made up his mind, bang, the Mu Jing closed suddenly. The two lines of text were scattered by it, turning into billions of phosphors, pouring over the pile of books like the Milky Way.

Hundreds of pastoral scriptures, surrounding the Taoist pastor, spread their wings and fly.

Take out the four treasures of the study, sit at the table, gather your eyes and concentrate, and the wisps of coolness come from the center of your eyebrows. The pastoral scriptures flashed and flashed, and the wisdom stars were like the immortal stars of life, circling Pangu and illuminating the chaos.

The heart goes, the words are in the heart, and the pen of the Taoist pastor is like a god. Shhhh

Daomu's eyes are full of blood, blood, bewitching blood, blood of hope.

Bang, bang, bang......

Blood overflowed from his eyes, and two lines of blood were drawn, stained red and white. Black characters on a red background, word by word, seem to come to life. Sometimes scattered single words, sometimes gathered into sentences, sometimes single words jumped on the paper, sometimes gathered in the air and danced.

Night has fallen.

Ah Meng is in his room, throwing himself into bed, sleeping heavily, and not listening to things outside the window.

Long Xian was quietly facing the unfamiliar environment, had no intention of sleeping, and took out the medical book to study under the lamp. There was an inexplicable coercion in the room of the Dao Mu, and Long Xian Jing only said that the Dao Mu was practicing in enlightenment.

Woohoohoo, woohoohoo......

The night wind whined and blew, and the windows cracked incessantly. Fortunately, the doors and windows are strong, but there is more noise.

"The wind tonight is too noisy...... "Long Xianjing is a woman after all, and she is born timid.

In such a scene, I can't help but think crankily in my mind, and all kinds of ghost things, and I don't have the heart to study medical skills. There seemed to be a ghost crying in her ears, and there was a breeze blowing in her face, Long Xian was so panicked that she didn't dare to go out, let alone go into the dark.

Find wedges everywhere, seal the abnormal noise, and light a few more candles in the room, the dim room is like day, Long Xianjing is more at ease.

Through the thin window paper, I saw that the full moon was empty, and my heart was cold. There is also most of the night, if you can get through, the past is better, although I hate those classmates, but there are also people, so I don't feel panicked.

From moment to time, living like a year, Long Xianjing had no choice but to be patient and forced herself to study medical skills. At first, it was difficult to immerse myself in the book. After forcing himself for half an hour, Long Xianjing gradually got better, and then became addicted to the world in the book, unable to extricate himself.

Sleepless nights.

Long Xianjing came back to her senses, and it was already dawn. Rays of sunlight shine through the window paper, pouring down on the house. The sun shines on your body and brings a burst of warmth. Push open the window, the wind is refreshing, although I haven't slept all night, but I don't feel tired, but I feel happy.

Out of the house, into the kitchen ice cave. After some shock, Long Xianjing began to think about how to satisfy the two big appetite kings of Dao Mu and Ah Meng.

When the sun shines in full bloom, the kitchen smoke curls with it. The aroma began to permeate the small courtyard of the house, and the aroma of meat and medicine were entangled, fusing into a special aroma, which was neither strong nor light, and aroused people's appetite.

When Long Xian quietly brought out the meal, she found that Daomu Ameng was already waiting at the table, and she intuitively felt that Daomu was not in a good state. Long Xianjing felt that Dao Mu should have suffered the same as her last night, so she didn't think much about it and continued to cook for them.

"That's enough, you can sit down and eat together. Dao Mu's tone was the same, his voice was hoarse like an old woman in the twilight, and he was weak. "If you are hungry in the future, you don't need to wait for us, you can eat yourself first. Dao Mu saw that her face was pale, covered in sweat, and she was about to collapse, so he gave her a white fruit and a red fruit, "Eat it." ”

The two fruits went down, but a layer of oil condensed on Long Xianjing's body, exuding the smell of rotten meat. The itching and rancid smell all over her body made Long Xianjing lose her appetite, so she left Daomu for the time being.

After taking a bath, Long Xianjing only felt rejuvenated, and all the dark diseases were swept away. I suddenly remembered that it was recorded in the medical arts, weren't these two white fruits and vermilion fruits that mortals called fairy fruits?

Then come to think of it, these two fruits must be very common. Otherwise, Dao Mu would not have given it to her so easily, and there would not be so much guilt in his heart.

When she changed into a new dress and came to the hall again, Dao Mu glanced at it approvingly, and felt that Long Xianjing was a little less red and dusty, and a little more ethereal.

"Thank you. Long Xianjing sincerely thanked her.

"It's a drain, but it's also my woman. Ginkgo Zhuguo should be an impulsive apology for the small way. As he spoke, Dao Mu took out a new book and handed it to Long Xianjing, "This is a selection of the wisdom of my sages of Mujian Mountain, I hope you will study well." ”

Long Xianjing took the book and felt that the book was alive, the same temperature as a human being. For a moment, she seemed to hear the sound of a heartbeat, and when she tried to listen carefully, the heartbeat had disappeared. Looking at Dao Mu a few times, seeing that Dao Mu was doing everything as usual, Long Xianjing's eyes were full of doubts.

When Long Xian quietly lowered his head, words appeared on the originally empty book cover, "Miscellaneous Talks on Medicine and Pastoral Affairs" and "Writings by the Sages of Mujian Mountain"

"This should be a new book, right? You gave it to me, aren't you afraid of the teacher's responsibility?" Long Xianjing gently stroked the book cover, and couldn't put it down.

Long Xianjing humiliated herself so humbly, didn't she just get a pastoral scripture? Thinking of this, Long Xianjing's eyes couldn't help but flush.

"This book is revised for me, and it can't touch the bottom line. Dao Mu turned over his hands and turned over two apples, one was thrown to the reluctant Ah Meng, and the other was eaten by himself. "Besides, whether the master is degraded or not depends on how you use it, not on me. ”

"Well, the slave family will definitely live up to you!" Long Xian smiled and just held the book in her arms. For a moment, she heard the sound of her heartbeat, but when she reacted, there was no trace of it.

A wonderful woman, over twenty-six or seventeen years old. But because of a scripture, I was so happy that I wanted to be a child.

"Hey, Immortal Chief, why have your eyes changed?" Long Xian quietly noticed that Dao Mu's eyes had changed.

The color becomes darker and the eyes become more translucent. These eyes, which are human eyes, are clearly prosthetic eyes carved by craftsmen from two pure rubies.

"It should be last night, staying up late to revise this book for you. Dao Mu didn't care, but he hid the facts.

What was the price of the Taoist priest in order to write this scripture?

It wasn't until the end of the production that Daomu understood. The blood that flowed endlessly was the price he had to pay, and this blood was his overdrawn life.

In a future full of dangers, Dao Mu doesn't know how long he will live. So much so, in Daomu's view, overdrawing one's life is the lightest price.

Long Xianjing didn't think so, and the books that were bound in one night were only afraid that the quality was not good. With apprehension, turn the first page.

The red paper did not look very abrupt, and there was no hustle and bustle. I saw the words of Shenxiu Xuanang, densely arranged together.

The pages of the book exude a faint sweet fragrance, like candy eaten in childhood, which is refreshing and refreshing. The more Long Xianjing reads, the brighter the light in her eyes becomes.

"Immortal, how did you come up with the idea of using red paper?"

"In the future, you can call me Daomu. ”