Oni Xiu has almost no vision.

No matter how high the cultivation realm is, everything you see in your eyes is only vague.

The red-clothed ghost cultivator stood high in the air, and his cold gaze once again fell on the roof of the Zhou Mansion.

On the roof, Old Man Zhou was red-eyed, holding the golden bell magic weapon, and stared blankly at the face of the red-clothed ghost Xiu.

The moment the red-clothed ghost cultivator with a hideous face heard his name, it seemed that time had gone back fifty years and returned to the appearance of a pure woman.

She was nineteen years old when she died, and her appearance stopped forever at nineteen.

"How do you know my name?"

The red-clothed ghost cultivator slowly fell, approaching the old man Zhou's body, and there was only the rickety body in his blurred vision.

She had heard the old man's storytelling, a story about a ghost cultivator who had been told fifty years ago, and was a well-known bastard in this town.

"You're the storyteller in town."

The red-clothed ghost Xiu shook his head, "You are also surnamed Zhou, you must know the owner of this mansion, and you know me......"

Oni Xiu wanted to say that it was not surprising to know her.

But in a blink of an eye, she seemed to react, her appearance stopped at nineteen years old, even if it was someone from the Zhou Mansion fifty years ago, it was impossible to call her name here and now.

The only possibility, there is ......

"Are you Zhou Can?"

The red-clothed ghost Xiu's face was calm, and he said the real name that Old Man Zhou had concealed for fifty years.

Old man Zhou lowered his head and admitted, "Pity the flower, I'm sorry for you." ”

"Hehehe." The red-clothed ghost Xiu Han smiled: "I'm sorry, it's a very heavy three words." ”

"I was young and vigorous back then, and I didn't find out the truth to kill you innocently!" Old man Zhou's voice was hoarse, he was holding the golden bell, and his wrinkled face was full of guilt.

"Are you killing me in vain?" The red-clothed ghost cultivator shook his head, "Don't be sentimental, if you really hurt me, would you still be alive until now?" ”

Old man Zhou was stunned for a moment, he looked at the face of the nineteen-year-old girl who was repaired by the red-clothed ghost, and that face was still bloody.

Only those eyes, deep black.

"Isn't it because you can't find me that I've survived to this point?" Old man Zhou's voice was hoarse, and he expressed his puzzlement at what Lianhua said, as if it was not that he had hidden it well in the past fifty years, but that Lianhua had never thought of looking for him at all.

"Now that I've found you, do you think I want to kill you?"

Facing the seventy-year-old man's words, the red-clothed ghost Xiu suddenly gave people the illusion that he wanted to laugh.

"It's not like ......," Old Man Zhou nodded.

It's really not, and even the attitude of this red-clothed ghost cultivator towards him is just like an old friend who hasn't seen him for decades, if you want to pretend not to pretend, if it is really as Zhou Can understands, there is that hatred in the sky, it is impossible to pretend to be nothing.

"Haha, Zhou Can, you won't tell these monks that I hate you unquenchable, that's why you're letting the Pegasus team hunt down young scholars everywhere."

The red-clothed ghost Xiu smiled without a trace of coldness, as if she was really a nineteen-year-old girl.

The girl was lively and playful, and liked to laugh and laugh with the septuagenarians.

The silence and others who retreated to the side looked at this harmonious side, and they were also a little confused.

Chen Xiaoyu, who was sitting in the Tongtian Dharma Road, was also confused, this was a movie plot he had never seen before.

It seems that the screenwriter dug a big hole.

This pit......

It seems to have affected Chen Xiaoyu, the protagonist, pretending to be forced!

Looking at the task of "defeating the big devil" on the mobile phone screen, Chen Xiaoyu fell into deep thought.

If this red-clothed ghost cultivator has no hatred for Zhou Can, then what drives her to practice the exercises that devour young people.

Could it be that it is the Ascension God Domain?!

On the roof of Zhou's mansion, the red-clothed ghost Xiu turned into a pity flower, faded the bright red wedding dress, and wore a long skirt of cloth flowers, a girl next door.

She glanced at the monks in the courtyard of the Zhou Mansion again, and said angrily: "What a group of stupid monks, Zhou Can has told the story of ghost cultivation and cannibalism for fifty years, if it is true, will I keep him?" ”

Old man Zhou is over seventy years old, his brain is turning slowly, he firmly believes in the secrets he knows, and he only feels that the pity flower who has become a ghost cultivator is playing tricks on him.

Thinking about dying early and dying late is death, and death is death!

The old man was angry and asked aggressively, "What do you mean by this?" ”

"Yo, I'm angry." Lianhua pursed her lips, "The person who is half in the ground, what are you angry with my little girl?" ”

At this time, the girl who had to pity the flower seemed to be not the same person as the red-clothed ghost cultivator, and the playful girl was not as knowledgeable as the old man Zhou described when he told the origin.

But if you think about it, such a character is actually really in line with the young lady of the down-and-out family.

There are not so many constraints, the pursuit of freedom, innocence and liveliness, maybe it is the real mercy.

"Don't fool me anymore!"

Old man Zhou, who put life and death aside, didn't care about the performance of Mercy at all, he only thought that the woman who had hatred for him was playing tricks on him!

As a man, even if he is a seventy-year-old man, if he wants to live, he will live, and if he wants to die, he will die! This is his dignity.

No one can trample on the dignity of men!

"How come you are still living in your own world after fifty years."

Lianhua looked like she loved and hated, ignoring the silence on the side, stretched out her hand to support Zhou Can's side face, and said strangely: "Look at how old you are, your temper has not changed." ”

"Actually, I also blamed you, if you didn't have a brain and abandoned me, I wouldn't be homeless and insulted by those brutes who dressed as scholars."

"Maybe I should hate you."

Lianhua gently approached Zhou Can's forehead, and the Sanskrit seal of Buddhism appeared between the foreheads of the two, and in an instant, Old Man Zhou's face began to change, and everything around him became ethereal, leaving only Lianhua and Zhou Can, as well as Chen Xiaoyu in the Heavenly Dharma.

Suddenly it rained, and it was very heavy!

"Is this Old Man Zhou?"

Chen Xiaoyu in the Heavenly Law Road was slightly surprised, "This old man really looked like a family gentleman when he was young, tsk." ”

"But why did I see Old Man Zhou when I was young?"

"It's not going to be the Sky Viewing Mirror doing things!"

Chen Xiaoyu's soul asked three times, he shook the space ring, and did not find anything abnormal in the Sky Viewing Mirror.

"This is the divine consciousness dream that the ghost cultivator opened for Zhou Can."

As the childish voice of the little fart fell, a freshly baked popcorn appeared in front of Chen Xiaoyu.

Chen Xiaoyu frowned, grabbed a handful and stuffed it into his mouth, puffed out his cheeks and asked, "Then are we so powerful?" You can actually enter other people's divine consciousness dreams. ”

"You're not good, I'm just good." Chen Zhouzhou put down the popcorn bucket.

Only a pop was heard, and a can of Coke was thrown far away.

Chen Zhouzhou took a sip and said freely: "This story is very interesting, it's not that people and ghosts are not in love, nor is it a hatred that is difficult to get rid of, but there is another mystery in it." ”

"As for the big devil, it's really the big devil."