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The old man ate his face, swallowed his saliva, and said: "Xiaoyou, the appearance and temperament are really extraordinary, and in the future, he must be a talent who has passed through the heavens and latitudes. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The old man laughed dryly and looked at the half steamed bun in my hand.

After listening to it, I couldn't get this set of rhetoric, but I was also hungry, and I was about to break half of it for him, but Manshuang handed her half of the steamed bun to the old man.

The old man took the steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth in two bites, choking and burping, and my old man ate in embarrassment, and had no intention of speculating about what this person had experienced. I don't know what happened to Xuanqing now, that Qipinye wanted to take the 'Nirvana Tuo' to lead out the king, but he didn't dare to attack me, and secretly killed him, and he really didn't recognize the six relatives.

The old man smoothed his chest with his hand, smiled at me, but his mouth was black and hollow, and he opened two front teeth, and said to me with a smile: "This little friend, you have a heavy treasure, all the way through the mountains and forests, I think human life is at stake, right?"

I was stunned for a moment after hearing this, this old man really had two moments, how did he know that I was carrying a heavy treasure, and hurriedly protected King Sam in his arms, and asked tremblingly: "How do you know?"

"Ruibao must have a vision in this world, how can it rain so heavily at the turn of autumn and winter!" the old man squinted his eyes and said to me in a pretended deep voice.

"If you give me half a steamed bun in your hand, I will pass on this hundred years of skill to you!" As soon as the words fell, he clasped his big hand full of black mud on my heavenly spirit cover.

As soon as I was excited, where did the crazy old man come from, I hurriedly knocked off his big hand on my head, and said angrily: "If you want steamed buns, I'll give them to you, don't pass on your skills." ”

The old man opened his mouth and said, "Then give me the steamed buns." ”

I handed him the remaining half of the steamed buns, but I was bored in my heart, the fourth uncle died, Xuanqing didn't die for half a lifetime, and I can't survive now, I can't die.

After the old man finished eating the steamed buns, he said to me again: "Although the old man doesn't know any peerless skills, he can guide you a thing or two." ”

I didn't take it seriously, I spread my hands and said to him: 'I don't have steamed buns anymore, you can say whatever you want!'

"Little friend, don't despise the old man, the old man is also the first person in Wanlong Shouzhuang to survive the 'Four Punishments of the Dragon'. The old man glanced at him and tilted his head to one side.

Man Shuang suddenly got up and shouted in surprise: "You are the 'ghost three links'?"

"Yes, it's the old man. The old man nodded at Manshuang.

I hurriedly asked Man Shuang: "Who is this 'ghost three links', and how do you know about Wanlong Shouzhuang?"

The old man Manshuang sat in a rickety posture and said slowly: "I heard the people in the village say that thirty years ago, there was a strange person called 'Ghost Three Links', who knew astronomy and geography. His whereabouts are erratic and unpredictable, so they all call him 'ghost three links'. But later, not only because of something, he quit Bandung Shouzhuang, but he was also the first person to survive the 'Four Punishments of Descending the Dragon'.

"Why, the old man told you that if there is Guo Genling's form in his eyes, he must be someone close to him. Back then, Guo Genling, in order to be the chief helmsman, took away the king of other people's lives, and forcibly occupied his wife, it was really hateful, the old man went, and it was hard to say anything, so he could only leave Wanlong Shouzhuang and be quiet!"

I was stunned on the spot, and as expected, the Zhu Long corpse monster was really killed by Guo Genling.

Man Shuang was also fixed there, as if he couldn't believe his ears, straight old man. But then he regained his composure, but tears were in his eyes.

I sighed, "No wonder I'm missing two front teeth!"

"Hey, the old man also wants to set the right porcelain, but it's a pity that he is shy in his pocket!" the old man bowed his head and sighed.

I was filling the fire with dry wood while chatting with the 'ghost three links'.

An autumn rain and a cold, I don't know when there was no rain outside, the fire was extinguished, a wave of sleepiness hit, and I fell asleep.

When he opened his eyes, the sky was suddenly bright, the red sun shone on the earth, and a heavy hope was revived, and Manshuang was each draped in a stinking rag, but the old man was gone.

got up, but wrote a few big characters on charcoal: a leaf obstructs the eyes, and the platform turns into a dead platform. King Sam is now King Sam is dead, true and false, false and true. Signature: 'Ghost three links'.

I recognize these words, but I don't know what they mean, I know that it is the 'ghost three links' left to me in the mystical language, but I can only guess by myself, if Xuan Qing is here, I must know what it means at a glance.

The king of Sam in my arms is still there, and I have to make a deal with the old smoking gun of Qipinye!

Don't go, too many soy sauce players, register a vest top, I am, a flying pickaxe!

After the rain and autumn frost, I covered my shoulders, slowly walked out of the earthen temple, looked at the red sun, and said to Manshuang beside me, "Where are you going?"

"I'll follow you wherever you go?" Manshuang pouted and took my hand.

My heart was pounding, my face was red, I didn't know what I was going to say, and I hurriedly changed the subject: "Please!"

"What's the matter?" Manshuang's eyes widened.

I scratched my head and said to him, "I know you don't want to go back to Bandung Shouzhuang, but Xuanqing is still holding up there, please help me put on a show!"

"Ahh

The two of us walked and stopped in the forest, catching a grasshopper after autumn and picking a mountain chrysanthemum in full bloom. Time flies, the sun is shining overhead, but Wangshan is running a dead horse, and the Crouching Tiger Peak in front of it may not necessarily have to go long. Although he was anxious to rescue Xuanqing, he hoped that this road would never end.

At dusk, with a body of tiredness, groping in the thick fog, back to the Jade Dragon Slope, the big characters on the void door are still righteous and majestic, I took out the ginseng king, took off my coat and wrapped it, took a sharp breath, and Manshuang pushed the door into the two-story earth building called 'Julongtang'.

My sudden intrusion made the helmsmen who were discussing the matter stunned, and the eyes of Qipinye, who were sitting in the middle, changed slightly, and then greeted me with a smile, and said to me: "Haha, you're back so soon! You guys are back, why didn't Che Wu come to tell me?"

I felt a burst of disgust in my heart, and looked at him coldly: "Che Wu is dead, I killed him!"

The helmsmen on both sides stared straight at me, Qipinye didn't move, holding the cigarette gun in his hand, flipping it back and forth on his fingers, and then he shot up, I subconsciously took a step back, and Qipinye immediately shouted: "Hmph, I already knew that Che Wu had bad intentions, and he died well! ”

After Qipinye finished speaking, Man Shuang ran over crying, threw herself into his arms, and said in a choked voice: "Father, the fifth uncle went crazy and wanted to kill the two of us, but let the king run away!"

Qipinye frowned, patted Manshuang's head, and did not speak. The helmsman in the hall didn't know why, and he was puzzled.

"Old man Guo, I know that Xuanqing's poison can be pulled out without the need to participate in the king, you and I said respectfully to Qipinye.

Qipinye hesitated: "This ......"

At this time, a thin middle-aged man in the hall stood up, patted his chest, and said to me: "What kind of poison has the person I went to talk about, and he has made the chief helmsman so embarrassed!" After speaking, he did not look disdainful and strode towards me.

A strangely dressed monk also stood up, slapped the table, and said viciously: "Okay, you 'taste a hundred herbs', do you want to slip away, hurry up and explain the matter of the golden coffin! Otherwise, no one will want to leave today!"

I haven't seen this great monk, but Manshuang told me that the helmsman of the rudder is a great monk, just because when he first became a monk, the father who had a little scar was frightened by his loud voice and ordered one more, so he called him 'ten stars'.

Without waiting for the taste of Baicao to answer, a man in a suit and leather shoes, combing his hair parted also stood up, still wrapped in gauze, thinking that it was the Guangdong helmsman who was pulled yesterday, raised his eyebrows, tasted the leaves, and said to him: "I said Old Man Guo, I don't care how they quarrel, but I have never heard of using the king of ginseng to pull out poison, I heard that the original master of the helm of the king of ginseng is also in your hands." You don't want to become an immortal, do you?"