Let's not mention that Qi Xuance is wondering what Jia Ren is.

The boss and the pretty woman on the side first widened their eyes and looked at Qi Xuance's blood-colored eyes in horror.

Jiang Xiaoliu had long been unaccustomed to the pair of dog men and women in his mind, so he smiled, flashed over, and slammed one hand directly on the ground.

There were two thuds, and the two of them fainted cleanly.

Jiang Xiaoliu clapped his hands with satisfaction, and when he turned around, he saw Jia Ren staring at Qi Xuance.

"You ...... You're not here to ask for words, are you?"

The down-and-out calligrapher licked the tip of his pen, he didn't care about his wife's cheating, let alone her life or death.

The dry bones in Qi Xuance's sight opened and closed, but he was trying his best to collect bits and pieces of information in his heart, and finally gathered into a kind of cultivation in his mind.

A kind of practice about "renunciating the world and renouncing me".

If a person really lived for 800 years, then his sense of the world must have gradually become numb.

Because the longer you live, the longer you live.

Love and hatred, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, wealth, poverty, happiness, restlessness...... Everything will eventually become numb with time, and then leave him.

In the end, only an undead walking corpse remains.

Jia Ren obviously didn't want this, he wanted to avoid it in a unique way, so for the past hundred years, he had been tasting all kinds of humiliation.

For only a humiliation deeper than pain can keep him alive.

Even so,

In recent years, he has become more and more unruly, which is obviously not a good phenomenon.

Qi Xuance licked his lips, smiled coldly, and said slowly: "You look like a dick that you really look like an old ghost who has lived for eight hundred years. ”

Jia Ren was originally frowning, but when he heard this, he relaxed a little, "You are demon hunters, right?" ”

He smiled and said, "Only demon hunters can be aware of my presence." ”

Jiang Xiaoliu sighed beside him, "Eight hundred years ago...... Southern Song Dynasty, there are still such monsters in the world, they can live for so long, no wonder they can be so free and easy when they are green, you are simply a living king. ”

"Imp, noise!"

Jia Ren chattered, the bald brush was snorting a few strokes, and a big ink-black word "death" was written in the void, and with a gentle push, it was quietly imprinted on Jiang Xiaoliu's chest.

In an instant, Jiang Xiaoliu only felt a sense of dead silence enveloping his whole body, and with a strange scream, he turned his head upside down on the spot, his ten fingers were entangled, and the flower of Pingjiang Lane suddenly appeared.

It is also the flower of Pingjiang Lane, and the lotus platform made by Jiang Xiaoliu is more condensed than Qi Xuance's, and the golden six-pointed star disc is like a substance.

Bang!

With a soft sound, the huge word "death" was printed on the golden disc.

Jiang Xiaoliu snorted, and his figure flew out upside down again, but at the same time, several invisible chains quietly shot towards Jia Ren's head.

Jia Renlang laughed, the bald brush was completed overnight, and a big "hidden" word disappeared in a flash, and the invisible chain that shot out suddenly disappeared without a trace, leaving no trace.

This strange method made Jiang Xiaoliu stunned, and the ruthless boy immediately turned red, gritted his teeth, and was about to fight hard, but he heard the old man on the side say, "Okay, okay." ”

The old man pointed to the ground again, "Get this pair of wild mandarin ducks out." ”

Jiang Xiaoliu hurriedly answered, trotted over, lifted one hand at a time, and walked out of the door.

The old man paced a few steps with his hands behind his back, looked at Jia Ren, and said slowly: "Seventy years ago, two demon hunters and hellish demons fought around here, and they were cleaned up by your wonderful pen and flower technique. ”

"Fifty years ago, you quietly killed another subspecies of Hell passing through here. ”

"Forty-two years ago, in order to prevent the news of your existence from leaking out, I attacked and killed three demon hunters. ”

"Thirty-three years ago, one hundred and twenty miles away from here, you killed the top ten Dark Gluttonous Demons of the mid-tier Hell subspecies in one stroke. ”

"Seventeen Years Ago......"

The old man told the old story with a pen and a pen, and Jia Ren looked calm at first, and frowned as he listened.

These experiences, which he considered to be extremely secretive, were extremely secretive, and the targets of the killing, neither the witchers nor the demons, survived, how did this old man know.

The old man sneered: "Little cub, for so many years, Lao Tzu has been quietly watching you perform, watching you jump up and down, but not moving you, why do you say?"

Jia Renzheng was shocked, staring at the old man and not speaking.

The old man smiled: "Because you are also an outlier in the world, neither human nor demon, like human and demonic, in other words, you, a hybrid little bastard of human and hellish subspecies, are still very popular with Lao Tzu." ”

Qi Xuance was stunned when he heard this, a hybrid of humans and hell subspecies?

What the is this mess about?

Demons on humans?

Damn, it can't be a fierce man who puts the devil day, right?,Can I get a big fuck to get a dick?

Besides, humans and the subspecies of Hell are two completely different creatures, with different structures, and even if they are forced to get pregnant, they can't conceive.

Qi Xuance looked at Jia Ren with a confused expression.

Now he sincerely feels that this big brother is really the pride of the sky, and his vitality is only tenacious, which is really touching.

Jia Ren only stared at the old man, and said slowly, "I'm not interested in the battle between the Demon Hunter and Hell Ya, if they hadn't provoked me, I wouldn't-"

The old man waved his hand, "Don't explain, you don't need it." Lao Tzu left you a miscellaneous life because my young master is young, and now that he has grown up, well, you have a master. ”

Jia Ren was stunned,

Qi Xuance was also stunned, and said in his heart that the old man who dared to love was planning to do so, and he recognized the master?

"Hahahahaha......haha

Suddenly, Jia Ren looked up to the sky and laughed, and the rice paper and ink inkstone in front of him and the square table were instantly torn apart by laughter.

"I was born in the Song Dynasty, I have seen all kinds of things in the world, I have escaped the reincarnation of immortality, I have cultivated my body for 800 years, and I have never slacked off for a day.......

Jia Ren smiled, and the bald brush in his hand suddenly turned into a phantom in his palm, and a series of characters loomed in the air.

The characters are all tadpole seals.

One word is flat and the wind rises, two words gather clouds in the sky, three words are thunder, four words lead to lightning, and five words of power gather!

In an instant, the dark clouds in the sky turned into a whirlpool, the wind in the courtyard was fierce, and in the rumbling sound, a hundred and ten lightning bolts roared in the clouds like a fire sickle.

That's when it happened.

Just as Jia Ren was about to settle the last stroke, a big hand with green muscles and withered skin crossed the space, grabbed Jia Ren's collar, ripped him off the bench, and slammed him to the ground.

At the same time, a big foot lifted up even more viciously, and vigorously stepped on Jia Ren's frightened face.

"Little bastard! little fucking bastard!"

The old man kicked Jia Ren in the face, scolded, and kicked him.

"Let you cultivate your mind, let you forge your body, let you for eight hundred years!"

The feet rose and fell, Jia Ren's face was shattered, and flesh and blood were flying.

That scene.

Tsk, what a tragic word.