After walking for several days, it was finally the middle of October. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Approaching late autumn, the dead leaves in the mountains and fields continue to fall, swaying, like yellow butterflies.

The chill in the air became thicker, and it was even more wet and cold in the middle of the night, so that the two young children, although they were not young, had to wrap their cotton clothes tightly and trek behind Li Molan step by step.

These days, the young man with the hat sits on the back of the old green cow and the old god is there, but the two children around him have really walked hundreds of miles, which is extremely rare for two five or six-year-old children, Li Molan saw it in his eyes, and was slightly satisfied in his heart, martial arts pay attention to the physical foundation, this is the foundation, no one is exempt, and there is an essential difference between the two children, the two children's physique is not excellent, so it is more necessary to impose hard practice, but Li Molan is not in this world, so let the two children be more fortunate, it is considered to exercise foot strength, if you practice all kinds of footwork in the future, it will also be of great benefit。

Xu Yunhu and You Xiaomu have always had some fear when they look at the back of the young man with a hat these days, which is very different from the previous days.

It's also natural.

Anyone who followed an unknown stranger all the way, watched him kill people all the way, and then watched those corpses fall in front of him, and watched his bloody head roll to the ground, he would feel depressed.

Although the two children have matured a lot because of the drastic changes they have encountered, they need a process after all, just like no one can become a fat man in one bite, and no one can say that they are really mature when they are mature.

Li Molan wanted to facilitate this process, and because he himself was not sure how long he could walk with his two children, he didn't mind picking up the seedlings to help him, and even killing many cultivators on the Songzhou border, killing many cultivators who searched for his traces.

If Huzi and Muzi can't transform and adapt to these cruel scenes, then he can only let these two children embark on a more ordinary life path.

The monastic world is not at peace right now.

The vicinity of Songzhou has been surrounded by the eyes of all forces in the cultivation world, and the traces of the descendants of the Beihai Sword Immortal are said to have been exposed, anyone can buy information from the killer organization, and the killer organization has no intention of concealing this, the news is sold at will, and the price is clearly marked, which is not good news for Li Molan.

These days, he has met three waves of cultivators on the road, none of them are strong, but they are very purposeful, and they are specially examining the people he meets on the road, and they are obviously going for him.

The killer organizations that admit money sell their intelligence in Songzhou as a commodity, which makes him very unhappy, and he thinks that the next time he meets that assassin Kaguya, he must have a good fight with him.

For those who came to search for him, Li Molan of course would not show mercy, all the cultivators he met along the way were swordsman, and he actually killed more than 100 miles all the way, although he did not leave a living mouth, but the death of these cultivators was bound to attract the attention of others, so he traveled long distances day and night, striving to leave the territory of Songzhou as soon as possible.

There are naturally cities in Songzhou, and the border is an endless wilderness, Li Molan avoided the densely populated area, moved the way, and went to the southwest in a twist and turn, getting farther and farther away from the territory of Songzhou.

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This is a riverside with beautiful mountains and rivers.

The mountain peaks in the distance are continuous, a long river in the green mountains and green water seems to come from the mountains like Bailian, on both sides of the long river, the grass is green.

The old green cow grazes on the meadow at will, occasionally raising its head, looking at the distant mountain scenery, as if feeling something.

Xu Yunhu and You Xiaomu looked at Li Molan in a daze.

Li Molan was cleaning a pheasant on the riverside.

It's a cosy picture.

This pheasant was caught by him when he was passing through the mountains in the distance, mainly because he was trekking through mountains and rivers these days, and it was indeed a little unbearable to rely on eating dry food, even if the cultivator could clear the valley, he definitely didn't like the feeling of being hungry, and he hadn't been called a flower chicken for a long time, so he had a slight itch in his hands, so he caught the unlucky guy in his hand.

He remembered that when he first made a chicken called Huahua, he was still in the mountains near Huangni Village, and later he could often show his hands or two when he walked in the red dust with dry wine poems, but he came out of the mountains deep in the North Sea to the present, how to say that it has been a year, and he has not tasted the familiar taste for a long time, so he naturally misses it a little.

Of course, he misses more than these, he misses the dry wine poems, misses Huangni Village, misses the girl Tang Xi in big red clothes, misses the bookstore and tavern in Kapok Town, and then naturally thinks of what he and the old sword fairy have seen and heard in the three years of walking in the red dust, remembering the scene of the first encounter with Yu Huaji, who is still a little fish, and remembering the terrible boy in white and his little maid who was praised by the old sword fairy.

Those memories can only be used to remember now.

He sighed in his heart.

It takes about half an hour to finish the chicken, and when the fire is opened, the chicken wrapped in blades of grass is taken out, and the aroma is fragrant.

The taste is obviously excellent, whether it is Xu Yunhu or You Xiaomu, there are some intentions, especially when Huzi is already salivating, he can't wait to tear off a chicken leg, hold it in his hand, bite it down without worrying about it, and then praise: "Fragrant!"

This is undoubtedly the greatest recognition and praise for Li Molan.

The fragrance is fragrant, and it will naturally spread far and wide.

There are no monsters in the wilderness near the riverside, but there are people.

At some point, an old man in a dirty robe appeared and looked at them with a warm smile.

The old man may have wanted to appear harmless to humans and animals, but when he put on this smile, it made people feel that he was obscene.

Li Molan was scornful in her heart, and her face was expressionless.

Although he was surprised, but there were not too many surprises, there were a lot of people in this wilderness, there were solo and convoys, it may be mortals or cultivators who practice alone, there are three religions and nine streams, obviously this old man is wandering alone, it looks so miserable, it is easy to think of terms such as beggars.

Xu Yunhu looked at the old Taoist suspiciously, with some curiosity in his eyes.

Mu Zi was kind-hearted and asked, "Old man, who are you?"

The old Taoist smiled: "A wild Taoist who travels all over the world, just passing by here, attracted by the fragrance, can you let the old man satisfy his hunger?"

Li Molan glanced at him in surprise, looked at his dirty robe and skinny body, and did not refuse, and said, "That's okay." ”

It's just an old Taoist who doesn't have the slightest fluctuation on his body, of course, he can't make Li Molan vigilant, no matter where this old man comes from or the charlatan in his own guess, it doesn't really have much to do with it, it's just a small episode that is not worth mentioning.

A chicken called Huaji is not big, and it is obviously not enough for four people to eat, Li Molan hesitated, but chose to give up her part.

He doesn't care about appetite, and it's okay to give in at this time.

Soon You Xiaomu also retracted his hand, the little girl was not very old, but her mind was more delicate, and she realized that this chicken called Huaji was afraid that it would not be enough, so she gave up her own part, and said that she was full after a few bites.

Li Molan quietly looked at the little girl, with some affection between her eyebrows.

It's really pleasing.

The sloppy old Taoist and the tiger had no scruples, and devoured the chicken, obviously after eating, there were still some unfinished dishes, leaving miserable broken bones all over the ground.

Li Molan looked at the old man, and always felt that there was something strange in her heart, but no matter how she looked, she couldn't see the way.

The old Taoist introduced himself: "My name is Yuan Tiancheng, and I am a mountain Taoist who is good at fortune telling. ”

Fortune teller?

Li Molan subconsciously regarded this dirty old man as a more common fortune teller on the streets of big cities, and most of the people believed in ghosts and gods, so this kind of scammer often haunts the streets of the market, and it is easy to cheat money.

Li Molan said lightly: "The old gentleman is very powerful." ”

Hearing the faint sarcasm in the other party's words, the old Taoist smiled, Yuan Tiancheng was thick-skinned, and he was not afraid of others accusing him of being a charlatan, didn't he think so in his own heart, as if he didn't hear these sarcasms, and smiled kindly.

Li Molan didn't react much when he saw him, thinking that this old liar belonged to the kind of rare person who was so shameless that he was invincible in the world, and then he looked down and saw the tattered straw sandals under the feet of the old Taoist, as well as his shabby Taoist robe that he couldn't see the original color, thinking about who would want to be so downcast? For some reason, he lost the interest in talking, turned his head to look at the sky, and was silent.

Xu Yunhu leaned up and asked, "Old man, you said you can tell fortunes?"

The words were very worshipful, and the divine light flickered, like another starry sky.

The old Taoist surnamed Yuan suddenly came to his senses: "That's nature." ”

Huzi opened his eyes wide and asked, "Then old gentleman, can you calculate my fate?"

As soon as the old Taoist heard this, he pretended to take a closer look at Xu Yunhu, who was tiger-headed, and then said: "Your life is not good, I am afraid that you suffered a great tribulation some time ago." ”

Xu Yunhu was shocked, thinking to himself that this was really an old immortal? Otherwise, how could he know about the death of his father and mother and the destruction of the town?

The boy's eyes suddenly showed an almost glowing respect.

Li Molan scoffed on the side, in fact, if you look at them carefully, it is not difficult to guess this result, it just needs some luck.

He has learned a little about this so-called fortune-telling deception, thinking that it is nothing more than guessing through the clothes of the guests, the details of their movements, the look between their eyebrows, and then guessing to the general place, and finally gradually surmising the other party's sorrows, not some mysterious immortal Taoism, the past and future lives are difficult for even powerful cultivators to see, how can they be seen by the fortune tellers on the street? It is often just pretending to be a god to fool the people, even in the secret book of the true way, physiognomy and feng shui are also small skills of carving insects in the left and right ways, which are not of great use, and few people can use this as a way to get out of the university and ask.

And the real future cannot be said, because the heavenly machine cannot be revealed, which involves the invisible "Tao" in the sky.

Li Molan looked up at the sky, only to see the clouds in the sky slowly fluttering by the breeze on the grassland, and occasionally withered yellow fallen leaves flew in front of him, and the next second there was no trace.

Huzi pointed to You Xiaomu, a timid little girl on the side, and said, "Old man, can you show Muzi?"

The old Taoist was swept away by Xu Yunhu with such adoring eyes, and suddenly said arrogantly: "That's naturally no problem!"

Hearing these confident words, Li Molan glanced at Yuan Tiancheng, curious about what kind of rhetoric this old Taoist would come up with to fool the child.

Muzi looked at the old Taoist nervously.

Yuan Tiancheng glanced at You Xiaomu, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and then turned into a touch of regret.

"What's the matter, old man?" said Huzi nervously.

The old Taoist hesitated for a moment and said: "A few days ago, the little girl should have had a chance to reunite with her long-lost relatives, but unfortunately she passed by, and she lost her arms, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have such an opportunity in this life. ”

Muzi listened dumbfounded, but didn't understand.

Li Molan, who was on the side, widened her eyes in shock, looking at this old man in a dirty robe, as if she had seen a ghost. (To be continued.) )