A strange feeling is like the moss in the corner, just for a moment, it is the heart of Xun Shang.

The plump woman raised her head to look at Xun Ming, and her body was originally tilted towards him.

So the turbulent waves were completely displayed in front of Xun Ming's eyes, which made him a little shocked while being on guard in his heart.

What a horizontal view of the side of the ridge into a peak!

I don't know if Xun Ming's gaze stayed for a very short time and covered it up very well, or the woman didn't care at all, the woman just stared at Xun Ming so quietly.

He didn't speak, and his eyes didn't blink.

Xun Ming, who was born in the Immortal Sect, naturally knew that there were all kinds of strange things in those Shilaozi Secret Realm Cave Mansions, and God knew if he would hook his soul as soon as he opened his mouth?

I heard that there is such a secret realm, as long as outsiders agree to the words of "Ask Dao Lang", they will directly feel Gu in their hearts, and instantly become a member of "Ask Dao Lang".

Spooky!

So even if it is a passable face, the woman in front of her is a little hairy, her eyelids are beating, and Xun Ming is also a resolute look of "You just look at Lao Tzu to death, Lao Tzu will not let out a fart".

But the woman's eyes didn't blink, and it was really scary to look at at night.

After a long time like this, Xun Ming, who was motionless like a wooden man, finally couldn't help it.

If she just stared at the master all night, then I would really stand like this all night?

She's sick, I don't!

Therefore, Xun Ming made up his mind and adhered to the good quality of "disrespectful".

Without looking at the woman, he turned around in a dashing manner, looked at his nose and his nose, and walked straight towards the gate of the small courtyard.

One step, two steps......

Before the third step landed, Xun Ming heard a hoarse and dry voice behind him, as if squeezed out of the trunk of a tree:

"Housheng, aren't you curious about what I'm doing?"

In the process of staring at Xun Ming, the action of polishing the iron rod in her hand did not stop for a moment.

I almost stabbed him in the face with the iron rod that was almost longer than the others.

Curious?

Not curious, not curious at all.

Compared with the "iron pestle" that seems to be "overgrown", I want to know more about how you usually maintain your body, grandma.

As soon as the woman spoke, she almost didn't scare Xun Ming into her heart!

Tyre! The old woman who is dozens of years old still pretends to be tender and wants to lie to the master?!

Feelings: Your old man doesn't have the surname "Wu", the surname is "Qiao", right?!

Xun Ming's third step stopped in mid-air and never fell.

But he is also iron-hearted, no matter what the demon girl says, he will not look back.

As for whether to make a move to make more money on his "small book", Xun Ming did not consider it for the time being.

After all, the secret realm is too weird, and many things can't be done in the way they are outside.

The world is big, and the life is the biggest.

An old lady in the secret realm who seemed to be too old to walk might be able to beat the ten immortals of the Annihilation Realm outside with one hand.

The "woman" who didn't know whether it was a woman or an old woman, naturally didn't know Xun Ming's mental path, and when she saw that the young man in the white robe didn't reply, she was not annoyed, and she picked up the conversation by herself.

"Good question, grandma is grinding a needle, don't look at this iron pestle so thick, as long as it keeps grinding, it will always become an iron needle, this is called perseverance~"

What is a good question to ask? I didn't speak at all, okay!

And what kind of iron pestle is sharpened into a needle!

Regarding this old story that he heard since he was a child, Xun Ming actually had such a doubt when he heard it for the first time: Is this old woman confused?

If you want a needle, you need a needle, why do you sharpen it with a good iron pestle?!

If this iron pestle is given to Xun Ming, Xun Ming will not only be able to return the iron needle that the old woman with a weak brain will not be able to use up in her life.

And you can make sure that you make half an iron pestle!

Not to mention the stupid thing of turning the iron pestle into an iron needle, that is, the time wasted on sharpening the iron pestle, which is many times more valuable than the iron pestle and iron needle.

These stories and old things that I don't know how true or false are really harmful!

The woman who seemed to have a pair of white eyelids seemed to be calmed by the reason that the young man in white gave herself, and her raised legs forgot to fall, so she seemed to be happy in her heart.

As if he wanted to test the junior, he threw out an upper sentence, as if waiting for the young man to answer:

"Eh, yes, it's really a smart offspring, come to grandma to test you, what's the next sentence of 'nothing difficult in the world'?"

Xun Ming, who complained in his heart that he was surging like a mountain torrent bursting an embankment, finally fell the "third step" that had been carried, slowly turned around, and faced the woman who seemed to have infinite expectation and relief in her eyes.

I saw him muttering for a moment, and then said slowly:

"Try and die?"

The air in the small courtyard froze in an instant again.

Only this time, the woman's expression also froze.

……

The rain soaked the sycamores, the plantains, and a pavilion on the edge of the wilderness.

Outside the pavilion, there are several plum trees, and the plums on the trees quietly turn yellow in the rain that seems to stop every time, exuding a fragrance of ripe melons and fruits.

In the heavy rain, in the dense grass of the wilderness, the noisy frog sound and the fine rain sound were entangled.

The sound of rain and frogs mingled into one, making the figure in the pavilion more and more irritable.

In the gazebo, a person sits alone.

On the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, there is a wooden chessboard, on which there are nineteen vertical and horizontal paths.

Although he was dressed in a Confucian shirt and green clothes, he could still see a middle-aged man with muscles coiled all over his body through the robe, slapping the table with one hand and a sunspot with the other hand on the stone table.

On one side of the board, a candle burns quietly, and the melted wax droplets slide down the edge of the candle from the bottom of the candle before re-solidifying in the middle of the candle.

Dripping wax dripping and solidifying, as if a wax flower had bloomed in the middle of the candle.

The clashing of chess pieces against the stone table, the crackling of falling rain against leaves, and the croaking of grass frogs......

I don't know how long it took, the big man in the Confucian shirt slapped the stone table suddenly, then leaned to the side, grabbed the mouth of the altar with one hand, picked up a jar of mountain spirits with the reputation of "chopping the mouth", raised his head and poured a big sip.

Then he casually threw the jar of wine at his feet, but fortunately he had a controlled force and did not let the jar smash on the stone floor.

The big man in the Confucian shirt, but he was rough and bookish at all, slapped the table again, and said angrily:

"Grandma's, why haven't you come this dog day?!"

Before the words fell, a faint blue light flashed between them, and a young man in a green shirt bent his legs slightly, landed steadily, and after standing up straight, he also pulled the hair on his forehead with his palm very coquettishly.

The other young man was far behind, and he slammed on the ground with a "plop" and made an "oops" sound.