"No wonder you're so angry. ”

Zhang Hatshui looked up at the red-clothed woman in the sky, and the corpse qi was against the background, and it seemed that even Da Yue was dyed red a little.

If it was Niu Qilin who dressed Li Niu's family in red, then his purpose would have been revealed.

As for the murderer who killed Li Niu, there is no doubt about it.

was killed by his own son, and finally became red.

Two extremely vicious and resentful adult corpses and ghosts collided together, and there were children and boys as bait.

"Fei Stiff, you really look up to me. ”

Zhang Hatshui's eyes flashed, and the formation of the flying stiff at least needed more blood food.

It's just because it had to use the Yin place at the bottom of the well to improve its body and couldn't leave at will.

It just so happens that the well water is polluted by its corpse poison, and it can also be used to control the bewitched boy to commit suicide by throwing himself into the well.

Wait for it to finish sucking the child's blood and essence, and then let the two little ghosts possess the villagers to salvage the corpse.

Put it next to the scarecrow, and use a little trick to make people pay attention to Niu Dashan's house.

And not wells.

This will make its hiding place safer, and at the same time, the corpse poison will spread in the water day by day, and the villagers will keep drinking until the corpse poison completely attacks its heart and becomes its slaves.

"The pre-climatic flying zombie needs to suck the blood of fourteen people, and then it will open its eyes and become a big corpse demon!

"Boss!"

"Didn't hear what I said, did you?! What can you do if you leave it but to become its nourishment! Go to the rescuers, get out of here!"

The green mangs on Zhang Hatshui's body burned nearly half a zhang high, and the big seal of the talisman circled around him.

"Take someone away!" The rest of the gang gritted their teeth and gradually disappeared into the mountains and forests under the protection of Zhang Hatshui.

"Why is it useless to be born, why is it useful to be born useless, this use is for the people of the world!

My generation of monks, how can I retire!!"

The red-clothed Fei Stiff seemed to sense Zhang Hatshui's intentions, and although it couldn't see, it could feel that the surrounding Yang Qi mass was decreasing and drifting into the distance.

"I want to go, dream!!"

Zhang hated the water path method was exhausted, his hands clenched into fists and his heart thundered, and the droplets of blood and qi essence from his whole body were forced out.

The blood in my heart sparkled.

The powerful yang qi attracted the red-clothed Fei Stiff, and the hideous roar came towards Zhang Hatshui.

Zhang Hatshui scattered his blood, and his momentum suddenly fell, but he seemed to return to the light.

"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return. ”

I saw Zhang Hatshui's scholarly spirit surging, scraping up his robe.

The words fell, and the tone was like ink, interwoven into a poem.

The tone of writing and poetry have a strange resonance, and the vitality of heaven and earth around heaven and earth is instantly emptied.

The poems that had already taken shape were blown away by the wind, and the black mist gradually solidified, forming a humanoid silhouette.

The humanoid black mist had a not light face, holding a dagger, exuding a chill.

faintly resisted the red-clothed flying stiffness.

"Kill!!"

"Roar!!"

The bone wings set off a dark wind, and the two-inch-long fangs bit the forearm of the black-clad assassin.

Zhang Hatshui, who was on the ground, felt something, snorted, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He forced his breath, causing the assassin in the black fog to stab the red-clothed zombie in the heart.

It was nothing more than its stone-dead heart.

If he is against someone, even if he is at the same level as the red-clothed Fei Zombie, Zhang Hatshui will definitely win.

At the cost of losing the forearm, a knife stabbed into the other party's heart.

It's a pity that the enemy against him is a zombie, and even if the heart, hands and feet are broken, they can not die.

The claws wrapped in the exoskeleton slammed into the heart of the Black Mist Assassin, and with a huge force, it directly tore the Black Mist apart.

Leaping on the trunk of a tree, his eyes flashing with a scarlet greedy gaze.

Zhang Hatshui's whole person was like being struck by lightning, and he flew towards a small mountain bag irrepressibly.

With a bang, all the talismans on his body shattered, avoiding the fate of Zhang Hatshui being smashed into minced meat.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, and in the end, Zhang Hatshui could only see the flying stiffness that jumped towards him.

"Since I was a child, I have been alone, alone in the world. Now I have been in the gang for eight years. During this period, many people ridiculed me, ridiculed me, laughed at me, and insulted me.

Talking, laughing, and killing people do not forget to read the books of the sages hard, what I want, but the good have good rewards, and the evil have evil consequences.

If God has mercy, why don't I want to be white and snowy, as warm as jade.

I didn't expect that one day I would die for justice, and sure enough, I answered Bai Shisan's words, and being a friend of justice has to pay a price.

But, although he dies without regrets......"

The bellflower is all over the mountains, and under the banyan tree in the sky, the boy covers his eyes with a book.

Butterflies fluttered around him.

The woman with a delicate face was gentle and virtuous, leaning down and whispering to the sleeping young man.

The book slipped and I opened my eyes blankly.

The boy and the woman looked together, and a tall man crossed his arms and smiled brightly at them both.

The hatred is scattered with the wind, and my heart is as good as water.

The people at the bottom of the mountain looked up the mountain, and the raindrops fell to the ground, fragmented.

The scent of wood gushes out, and the cracked trees rustle.

"Mr. Lu, please come with me. ”

The servant leading the way was respectful, and the paper umbrella in his hand was slightly tilted.

Lu Junru, who is over fifty years old, carries a shelf with a blue book of all colors.

The pole is extended, just enough to prop up a glazed yellow cloth on his head, which can be used to keep out the rain.

"Ahem......"

The road was rugged, and every time he walked a few steps, Lu Junru, an old showman, paused a few steps and rested for a while.

The mountain is full of spiritual energy, and such a load can make the body worry-free, but the increased fatigue is difficult to relieve.

"Why are you so troubled, just let me inform you before you come, why is this so. ”

The middle-aged servant has a good conversation, and his talent must be at least at the level of a housekeeper among the people.

Here he can only be a small servant.

"Qingzhi has a different identity after all, I came to visit rashly, where can I let him, the vein master, greet him personally. ”

Lu Junru smiled bitterly, he was originally a peer, but his status was very different.

The servant did not speak, but led him forward.

The stone steps are winding, there seem to be fairy birds in the clouds and fog, and the rare beasts in the forest are mooing in bursts, startling the flying geese.

Leading up to the mountain, the rocks are covered with green moss.

The top facilities are quite simple, there is no luxurious pavilion Qiongyu, only a pentagonal pavilion is located in the center.

The surrounding area is full of peach trees, and now is the season of peach blossoms.

The peach petals are as colorful as rain and fall on the weapon rack in the martial arts arena.

The tip of the sterling silver spear penetrated the falling flowers, and the waist-high girl was wearing plain clothes, and she could never reach the mortise and tenon of the stuck gun.

"Don't play. ”

The man in the white shirt who collapsed on the wooden mat seemed to feel something, restrained his long hair and stood upright.

The people at the bottom of the mountain looked at the people at the top of the mountain, and there seemed to be stars in their eyes.

"Qingzhi, you're young again. ”

Lu Junru bent his waist, and his cloudy eyes looked at Chen Qingzhi not far away, a moment of elegance.

Like mountains and mountains.

"Brother Lu, miss me?"

Chen Qingzhi smiled out of tune, and led Lu Junru, who was almost over the age of six, into the pavilion.

The old rule was to scoop up a few jars of wine from the cellar, and from the dusty bookshelves, take a few new books and put them on the table.

"Alas, I can't do it, I'll just sit in the second place. ”

Lu Junru found a futon to sit at the end of the table, panting.

I accidentally saw a little girl standing in the corner, Mo was about eight or nine years old.

She looks pretty and good-looking, blinking a pair of big eyes and looking curiously here.

Chen Qingzhi's expression froze, and he waved at Chen Qianwei and shouted, "Qianwei came to recognize people." ”

Xiao Qianwei ran over, and she was smart enough to hear the conversation between the two and know Lu Junru's surname.

The milk voice said angrily: "Grandpa Lu is good." ”

"What Grandpa Lu? Chen Qingzhi glanced at Xiao Qian's only eye fiercely, the latter shrunk his neck, and walked behind Lu Junru with a cigarette and said, "Grandpa Lu, help." ”

Chen Qingzhi: "......"

Lu Junru smiled, and suddenly sighed: "Your daughter is clever enough." But you're too late to start a family. ”

"Is it late? I remember that not long ago, I went to the Xiangjiang River to enjoy the lanterns and rowing boats, and I came back with such a small thing. ”

"Xiao Qianwei has to be eight or nine years old, but you said that not long ago, time was so worthless with you. People who are almost fifty years old don't know where the vitality comes from. ”

"It's eleven years old. Chen Qianwei straightened up, and he was not much taller.

"Eleven years old so short?" Chen Qingzhi couldn't help but laugh.

"Who made me your daughter. Chen Qianwei was not to be outdone.

Lu Junru's face changed, how could the father and daughter grit their teeth so much when they spoke, and every sentence pierced each other's hearts.

"Hoarding so many books. Lu Junru pointed to the bookshelf next to the cellar.

"Naturally, I'm too lazy to look at it, it's not that you and your eldest brother like to see some sour crepe things, which are sour than the plum wine I brewed for Qianwei.

But what's the solution, every time I ask you two to go out for a drink, neither of you is available. I had to make an appointment with poetry and songs, and I just drank and watched you two on the sidelines.

So many years have passed. If you don't come, the shelves will be full of dust, and I'm not here, and I don't want anyone to come over to clean it, for fear of ruining your and your eldest brother's love books.

No way, you don't look at it, I'll have nothing to do when I come back. Now it is a pile of dust on this shelf, and the book is brand new. ”

Lu Junru's spine bent a little more, and he wanted to catch up with that man's pace for many years.

When the man reached the top, Lu Junru was still a down-and-out scholar.

Many years have passed, and the road that men have opened up for scholars is brilliant. He is still doing nothing, and he has become an old man with no neck in loess.

Time is just a snap of a finger in the eyes of cultivators, but in the eyes of ordinary people, they don't know how many spring and autumn seasons have passed.

"I was taking the exam at the last time, and if I failed, I wouldn't study. I'm too old to have the energy to read. ”

Lu Junru let out a long sigh and spit out the arrogance of half his life.

"Brother Lu, I'll give you something. Chen Qingzhi suddenly spoke.

The palm of the hand that secretly gathered the aura of heaven and earth slowly hit Lu Junru's chest, and his vitality suddenly appeared.

Huafa gradually receded, and green silk loomed.

Lu Junru's withered body was like a water-absorbing sponge, gradually plumping up and bloody.

And Chen Qingzhi's bright eyes seemed to be a little more gloomy, and the stubble that had not grown for many years appeared again.

"Qingzhi, stop quickly, why waste your cultivation life for me!"

Chen Qingzhi did not shy away from Chen Qianwei, how did she understand this scene, Chen Qingzhi would not correct it.

The brilliance dissipated, and a thin sweat broke out on Chen Qingzhi's forehead.

"It's just a few years to live, so it's not a big deal. As for cultivation, meditating will come back. ”

Lu Junru clenched his fists and finally put it down.

"Qianwei is now the time to study, and the notes left by me and my eldest brother when we were young may be able to be used," Lu Junru thought for a while, afraid that Chen Qingzhi would not take it to heart, and added: "With the realm of the eldest brother, the things left behind when you were young should always be more precious." ”