"My road is leisurely, my worries are quiet, and the most boring place is autumn. There are crows outside the west wind forest, and there are many withered grasses under the slanting sun mountain. Long memories of Shangshan, the four elders of the year, and the dust also walked Xianyang Road. For whom the book arrived? No one knows what this means. ”

Following the prestige, I saw a middle-aged Taoist holding pen and ink, shaking his head, his mouth kept reading, writing on a piece of white rice paper floating in front of him, after writing, holding the ink paper, he read the poem he had just written over and over again, his expression was full of pride, and he said with a satisfied face Good poem, good poem!

Next to him, squatting a strong body, like a giant sheep cast in bronze, this sheep's eyes are bright and bright, between the eyes faintly revealing the color of righteousness, seems to be able to distinguish between right and wrong, can recognize good and evil, loyal and treacherous, there is a horn on the forehead, bent forward, slightly shining with a sharp divine light, between the swallow seems to be able to penetrate all the evil demons, there is a stack of scriptures hanging on the single horn, I don't know whether it is usually for the Taoist to read or write, anyway, it is a thick ink and book fragrance.

Seeing that the middle-aged Taoist priest was still immersed in the joy just now, he couldn't extricate himself, and the bronze giant sheep's eyes rolled at him as if they were very human, and his bright eyes showed deep disdain, as if he was mocking.

"Hey, you old man is still endless, didn't you just write a poem, see you happy to be like this, out of breath! Old sheep, why did I follow you blindly!? ”

If it weren't for the fact that there was no one around now, if anyone saw a giant sheep actually spitting out words, they wouldn't be immediately frightened and called a monster!

And that person seemed to be a person who had nothing to do, Xu had long been accustomed to the strange words of the bronze giant sheep beside him, and his face was full of pride and gradually turned into resentment:" Okay, you are a broken sheep, if it weren't for the old way I fed you these books and paper and ink every day, would you have grown into such a brave and strong person today, I want to pick you up in the old forest of Senshan, it has not yet reached the size of my calf, a skinny body, as if I haven't fed milk for several days, waiting to be fed, I see that you are pitiful, and my heart is soft, so I will bring you back to the Quanzhen Sect to raise, take you in front of me all the time, continue to chant and feed you books, treat you like a loving father, and now you are like this to me, I am sad, sad!"

As he spoke, the middle-aged Taoist actually beat his chest with both hands, looked up to the sky and sighed, as if he was sad and disappointed with the bronze giant sheep.

"Baa, baa, baa, okay, it's like this every time, you're not tired, you're not tired, I'm tired anyway, I don't care about you!" The bronze giant sheep's eyes rolled, and his face was helpless, and his words and colors were no different from people, or a little more wisdom than ordinary people.

"Ouch, I'll drop a good girl, that's right. As he spoke, he put his arm around the neck of the bronze giant sheep with one hand, with a look of intimacy and flattery.

The bronze giant sheep obviously couldn't stand his flattery, and stood up suddenly, its body was as huge as a cow, and the middle-aged Taoist priest hung his hands on its neck, and his body was in the air.

"Hey, don't be like this, in fact, I'm not familiar with you, it's easy for others to misunderstand that you have a special hobby!" The bronze giant sheep turned his head and looked down at the middle-aged Taoist priest, with a look of vigilance, his whole body was terrified, and he was so uncomfortable.

"Hey, I'm still wondering if I should give you this poem I just wrote as a snack, since I'm not familiar with it, then forget it. The middle-aged Taoist priest said with a look of regret, and shook the ink paper in his hand, as if he would throw it away at any time.

"Don't you, no matter how small the mosquito is, it's still meat, but don't be cheap for others, who is with whom. As soon as the blea fell, the bronze giant sheep opened its mouth and bit down on the ink paper that was flying in the air, a mouthful of hideous fangs, cutting gold and jade, but now it is used to eat paper.

It's just that the bronze mouth came quickly, and the middle-aged Taoist priest's figure was faster than it, accompanied by a sneering green smoke, he disappeared in place in an instant, and when he reappeared, he had already come to the back of the bronze giant sheep, but the big mouth was bitten into the air, and the collision between the fangs sounded a burst of metallic trill, shaking the air and buzzing.

"You fool, you don't recognize your relatives when you see what you eat, don't you, fortunately I dodge quickly, otherwise a piece of dark iron will be bitten and shattered by you! I don't have the old guy of the Jade Emperor, and I can't gnaw on the fairy muscles and jade bones!" The middle-aged Taoist priest shook his embroidered robe and gave the bronze giant sheep a fierce slap on the back of the head, and his expression was full of hatred for iron and steel.

"Hey, you are one of the six emperors with him, and your ability is not below him, how can I cause you any trouble with this mere mouth?!

"Buddhism has the incorruptible body of King Kong, and our Daomen naturally has the corresponding fairy muscle and jade bone method, and the old cow nose surnamed Que can practice it is a rare thing for a thousand years, and the qualifications are amazing not to mention for the time being, my ability is far inferior to him, incomparable, incomparable!" As he spoke, he shook his head again, and walked lightly on the back of the sheep with his hands on his back, not like a person in the Daomen, but like a Confucian man who danced and wrote all day long.

"Hey, you got it, you old pit goods, pretending to be pigs and eating tigers all day long, others may not know, I don't know your old background! Shixian Li Taibai's 'Qinglian Sword Codex' has already been practiced by you to the point of reaching the peak, and you can already plant nine lotuses with one sword, and you can trap immortals! Even if you meet the White Emperor and Half-Sage who are the heads of the six emperors, you dare to use your sword, and say all day long that you are not as good as this, and that is not comparable, but your courage is greater than that of the Heavenly Dragon! The bronze giant sheep uncovered the middle-aged Taoist priest's old bottom in a few words, although his eyes were still staring at the ink paper, but his tone was full of disdain.

"You stupid sheep, that's because I know that he won't take Lao Dao's life, so he dares to take the opportunity to use his sword to try the power of the half-saint, if he fights to the death, he will take my life within ten moves!" Speaking of this, the middle-aged old Dao's face also sank, obviously he suffered a lot from the sword against the White Emperor that time.

"Hey, you old man framed me again, I was also present in that fight, obviously it took more than a hundred moves to lose, although the half-saint brought a holy word, but after all, it is not extraordinary, how can you say so exaggerated, that peerless innate character is really worthless!" The bronze giant sheep's eyes were still firmly fixed on the ink paper, and his mouth was still as disdainful and mocking as ever.

"You stupid sheep, you know a ball, the White Emperor cultivates the Taoist technique of one gas and three cleans, and the method of beheading three corpses to become holy, and now it is already cutting off the good corpse and the evil corpse to achieve the dignity of the half-saint, if you cut off yourself, you can cultivate the three corpses into one into the Yuan Shen Jindan, and become extraordinary. If he really makes a full attack, the two corpses of good and evil plus himself will be equivalent to the three demi-saints attacking the old dao together, although the old dao is conceited, but he is not conceited enough to be able to block ten moves under the attack of the three demi-saints!"

"Hey, that old cow's nose is too perverted, it's not invincible!" Hearing the words of the middle-aged Taoist priest, the bronze giant sheep was dumbfounded for a while, and even forgot to stare at the rations floating in front of its eyes.

"The world is invincible?hehe, how can there be a real invincible in this world, even if the so-called one immortal, two gods, three Buddhas, four demons, five uniques, six royals, seven cultivations, and eight grades of the Zhuxian Sword on the rivers and lakes are only the first in the world. Don't dare to speak loudly, for fear of frightening the heavenly people, how dare you talk about invincible people if you are not a heavenly person!" The last sentence expresses the middle-aged Taoist's desire to achieve heavenly beings, even if he is still half a step away from heavenly people, it is only a person in the world after all, not a heavenly person.

"Hey, the celestials are too ethereal, anyway, I haven't seen it for so many years, and the two sages on Xia Ke Island have only heard about it, as for whether it is that, it remains to be said, at least the old bull's nose of the White Emperor hasn't been compared with the sword of the immortals, who is invincible in the world is not necessarily!" For the middle-aged Taoist priest's emotion, the bronze giant sheep was full of disbelief, anyway, it has not seen it, and seeing it is not necessarily true.

"Haha, you will definitely see the two owners of Xia Ke Island if you have the opportunity, it is said that they have lived for more than five hundred years, the deadline is approaching, in recent years, they have been preparing for the dragon slaying, and they want to use the dragon yuan to renew their lives, and they will definitely recruit the world's heroes to do the dragon slaying thing, the old way, I want to intervene sideways, so that I can see the demeanor of the sage!" Speaking of this, the middle-aged Taoist priest was full of spirit, full of fighting spirit, and dared to shoot at the sage, which shows how bold he is.

"Hey, I don't care if I'm a saint or not, invincible or invincible, no matter what, it's not as important as my belly, if you don't give it, if you don't give it to me, I'll turn my face!" After saying so much, the bronze giant sheep finally remembered that there was a snack in front of it that was beckoning its belly, that sentence is good, how can the world be big and have a big belly, no matter what, the beast is still a beast, no matter how smart it is, it still can't escape the temptation of food.

"Hey, you fool, don't you see what I'm talking about, you know how big the crime is to disturb other people's interest, and you will be punished today for not being allowed to eat books!" The bronze giant sheep is no matter how the middle-aged Taoist priest says, opening his fangs is a random bite, and in the end, the middle-aged Taoist priest still can't match its insistence on food, so he threw it and threw the ink paper into the distance.

When the bronze giant sheep saw this, its hind hooves kicked violently, and disappeared in place, and when it ran back with the ink paper in its mouth and its tongue exposed, the middle-aged Taoist priest stood in place with a smile and said: "This time it took three breaths, half a beat slower than last time, is it that the food has been too good recently, and it is fat?"

The bronze giant sheep didn't pay attention to his ridicule at all, and chewed it with a fierce mouth, and the poem was swallowed by it like grass.

"Hey, it's average, at most" glanced at the two eyes, saw the threatening eyes of the middle-aged Taoist, and reluctantly continued: "The work of the middle!"

Xu felt that he had said something against his will, and the huge bronze sheep's head suddenly flipped to the side, and some of its four hooves kicked the ground.