Man Jianghong pricked up his ears and listened to the movements in all directions like a radar. Every inch of skin was tense, the hand holding the sword was a little slippery, and the palm was sweaty.

The footnotes are hollow, and they are in an empty "hall".

It was so dark that even the Eye of Heaven could only vaguely see the outline of the surroundings. He closed his eyes and concentrated silently, and gradually his heart became empty. Powerful divine consciousness radiates outward, like the tentacles of an octopus to explore.

In fact, the Western Regions Secret Sect also has such a magical exercise, and those who have cultivated deeply do not need to hear, smell, or see to be able to perceive the flying of dewdrops within hundreds of meters. Man Jianghong's divine sense is powerful, although he lacks the skills and methods to use it, some basic functions are self-taught, such as the tiger is born to use minions.

Following the guidance of the ghostly light through the hall and entering a passage, I felt that the further I went, the more violent the fluctuations of the aura became, as if the calm water surface encountered a stronger and stronger typhoon, gradually setting off a monstrous tide.

After a few zhang turning, there was another bend just a few meters away, and I saw a bright light shining on the cliff wall, and the sense of oppression encountered by my divine consciousness suddenly multiplied.

Alarm signs!

After Man Jianghong was startled, he collected his heavenly eyes and divine sense, leaned the bamboo pole against the cave wall, bent down slightly and clenched his fists, and his body's sensitivity and sensitivity were increased to the extreme.

This is obviously going to pass through the belly of the mountain, and he can't help but not be nervous.

If you run into an unreasonable immortal, what can you do?

He evens out his breathing, tightens his muscles and relaxes, and so on. After praying to the gods, Buddhas, gods, and Zeus in his heart, he took three steps sideways and stood in front of the wall of the cave illuminated by the light.

Boom, it seems that my mind has encountered a torrent, and the merciless water washes over the embankment and carries away the sediment.

I saw a bright moon in front of me, and the immortal was sitting in the moon ring, his hair like iron, piercing the sky.

His body was fine, but his consciousness was washed away by the violence, his soul was almost shattered, and even his self was swaying, and he didn't know which corner he was drifting to. Man Jianghong guarded his heart with a line of clarity, knelt down on his knees, and said: "Boy Man Jianghong, ask the immortals for mercy and elixir." ”

I used to despise the islanders for kneeling at every turn, but now I find that for much more powerful beings, surrender is really an instinct.

After kneeling down, the spiritual impact that was as heavy as a mountain immediately weakened, and Man Jianghong suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, and his brain began to come alive again.

Damn, why doesn't this immortal speak?

Damn, this immortal hangs in the sky, and his hair is actually explosive, like a tree branch.

"The kid is full of Jiang Hong, and begs the immortals for mercy and elixir. ”

He repeated, still without a response.

Someone raised his eyebrows and looked up, almost blowing up his heart and lungs.

Where is the immortal in front of him, it is clearly a big stone, and there seems to be a bundle of celery on it!

But he still didn't make a mistake, pondering that the divine sense oppression from the "moon" was probably blocked by the big stone five meters away. So he bowed his body and moved on his knees in front of the stone.

The massive stone, which looked like a master's chair, had been ripped out in the middle, revealing a slab that looked like a breastplate, with words engraved on it. The bundle of "celery" rested on the top, really like human hair.

The "moon wheel" is bright and shining, quiet and quiet, and the clouds linger.

Despite the backlight, dim. But Man Jianghong's eyesight is excellent and he can see clearly.

I saw the first act of the slate: juice, three times a day, and it was healed immediately.

He was overjoyed, the Heart Dao Immortal was indeed an immortal, and he had left the elixir here early on.

However, the next line of words made him creepy. After thinking about it again and again, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the "celery" on the top of the stone, retreated on his knees, and got out of the hole in a panic.

When I returned to the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes, I heard a burst of shouts from the valley mouth.

It turned out that Man Jianghong stole into the Valley of Ten Thousand Snakes, and someone had already reported Hua Rong. He was in a hurry, and immediately gathered twenty or thirty people, holding sticks, knives and guns in their hands, and applying snake repellent medicine, and hurried away. Some islanders along the way saw it, and as soon as they inquired about it to save the young man, they joined one after another, and the team became more and more powerful.

When there are more people, things are easier to do. Hua Rong lifted a knife to open the way, and everyone covered their mouths and noses with wet cloth towels, shouted and screamed, and slapped the grass with bamboo poles, startling snakes and rats to run around.

When Hua Rong cut down the pile of thorns in the valley, he saw the thatch on the hillside surging in waves.

Dozens of islanders were so frightened that they turned around and fled.

The giant python was coiled in the middle of the road, but Hua Rong did not panic, swept the steel knife in his hand, and ordered: "Everyone prepare, I raise the knife, everyone throws stones and torches, and those who do not have weapons in their hands should retreat a little farther first." ”

"Don't start a wildfire!" said the older islander.

"Look over there!" someone exclaimed.

I saw Man Jianghong appear on the hillside, holding a bamboo pole in one hand and a bundle of "celery" in the other, looking forward to hesitating.

The giant python nervously watched Man Jianghong approaching, shrinking his head and tail to escape but not daring to escape.

Everyone was stunned to see that Man Jianghong walked over and patted its head gently, and the giant python was like a flattered child, licking off the beads of sweat from his chest with his tongue.

It turns out that the bundle of "celery" is called for green orchid grass, which is scattered everywhere on the island, but they are all low and rough, not as tall and slender as this.

As soon as they heard that they were going to squeeze the juice and drink it raw, the three doctors at first hated the same enemy, showing good professional ethics, and they all said that they could not help it. However, the bandit A and B steel knives had a greater say, and the doctors immediately lost their voices en masse.

Under the watchful eye of Man Jianghong, the green orchid grass was washed and juiced, and divided into three bowls. After drinking the first bowl at noon, the swelling on Ruge's body disappeared and she fell asleep. After drinking the second bowl in the evening, I opened my eyes.

The three doctors were dumbfounded, Man Jianghong was silent, and everyone thought they were gods.

In the evening, the cottage held a banquet, and after three rounds of wine, Hua Rong stopped his glass and asked Man Jianghong with a smile: "How is this wine?"

"Well, that's good. "He's not a connoisseur of wine.

"This is a good wine that Lin Siniang's family has buried for more than ten years, and I thought that Rufeng liked it, so I brought a few jars to the island. You know, for these princes and nobles, the court turns a blind eye. ”

Dizzy, big brother, you are so deep in the play!

She said, there is still a daughter of 20 years of dolls buried in the house, and I asked you when you will open it. ”

According to the southern custom, if a boy is born, a jar of wine is buried in the ground, and when he grows up to get married, he is called Zhuangyuanhong, and if he gives birth to a girl, he opens it again when he grows up and gets married, and he is called Daughter Hong.

Man Jianghong knew very well in her heart that this was Lin Siniang asking euphemistically when she and Ruge would get married.

"Song Taizu swept the world with an eyebrow stick, and someone admired it. But there's one thing he's not doing enough for his husband, guess what?" Hua Rong asked, taking a sip of it.

"Chen Qiao's mutiny, the yellow robe?"

"The trend of the times, it is only a matter of time before the yellow robe is added, and it is not considered bullying other orphans and widows. However, he sent Jingniang thousands of miles away, and failed Jingniang for his reputation as a "hero". Even in the end, even if Weijia was in the sea, thinking of Jing Niang's suicide by hanging the beam, wouldn't he be ashamed?"

Big brother, do you know that I've been a matchmaker twice!

Man Jianghong smiled bitterly, knowing that Hua Rong's memory had changed, but his temperament had not changed at all, he was witty and free, so he could be an old man under the moon.

Yuzhi Island is square and square, like a rice basket, like a silver ingot, in fact, it is most like a giant ship riding the wind and waves.

The medicine was very miraculous, and on the third day, Ruge was out of danger, but his body was still a little weak and needed to be carefully recuperated.

At dusk on this day, Man Jianghong moved the bamboo chair in the cottage, spread the futon and placed it in Lin Siniang's yard, so that Ruge could half lie on it to breathe fresh air.

You and I are nong, and there is a lot of affection.

There are many feelings, and the heat is like fire.

Put a piece of clay, twist a you, shape a me.

Break the two of us together and mix them with water.

Twist another you, and shape another me.

I have you in the mud, and you have me in the mud.

I was born with you and died with the same coffin.

Like a song humming and humming, occasionally glancing at the man who has not escaped his childishness, when he sings the last line, his voice is almost inaudible.

The evening sun is soft and warm, rendering a day of brocade.

The heroes of the twilight, the sunset that is about to fall, and the beauties whose glory has passed away are always infinitely emotional.

The two of them quietly looked at the end of the fire-like sky and sea, and the red sun slowly sank in the west.