On a mountainside, a line of strong men with big shoulders and round waists are marching quickly to climb the mountain.

I saw that although they were burly, they did not splash the slightest dust every time they landed on their toes.

However, their state of mind at this time is not at all as "light and fluttering" as under their feet.

From time to time, they would look up at the top of the mountain, and in their eyes there was unconcealed ecstasy and greed.

Because there, there is a dazzling golden light, and the entire summit is dyed a dazzling golden yellow, which is extremely attractive!

The light continued to diverge beyond the top of the mountain, and from a distance, the peacock with golden scales opened the screen.

The leader of the group was a lewd man with a body as thin as a monkey, but although his back was rickety, the speed of his feet was no slower than that of the tall and strong young men behind him.

His eyes, which were naturally a little narrow because of the narrow upward slope, were secretly happy at this time.

Fortunately, Lao Tzu grabbed this opportunity, and when Lao Tzu eats these opportunities cleanly, after going out, this Jin Gangzong, who the fuck is not necessarily the father?!

Late Cave?

Joke, a waste who only eats natural treasures!

When Lao Tzu arrives in the late stage, he will go down with a fist and smash your heart to!

At that moment, the sky changed dramatically.

It was originally a good weather with clear skies, but in an instant, it was cloudy and thundering.

God's face changes when he says it.

The rain suddenly fell, making the green leaves of the forest crackle.

The rickety man's face sank suddenly, heh, what a good thing to grind.

Chance and danger coexist, whether it is down the mountain or under the mountain, this is the unchanging last word.

There can't be a free lunch in the world, God is not your father after all, is he?

The mountain roads in the woods were soaked and muddy almost instantly under the heavy rain.

However, this group of people who went up the mountain was obviously not an ordinary person, I saw that the rickety man took the lead, and they shouted angrily one after another, and then their bodies suddenly rose up, and a stream of blood was churning in an instant.

Just when the rickety man was about to speed up his pace, make a quick decision, and prevent the long night from dreaming too much, he seemed to feel something, and quickly squinted towards the forest on his side, and while the muscles of his whole body quickly adjusted to the combat state, he raised one hand and clenched his fist in his ear, signaling the young people behind him to stop.

In the forest beside them, a figure slowly appeared, holding a bamboo umbrella and riding a tall horse.

The group of people who were faintly nervous looked extremely strange after seeing the "line" of the figure.

Riding a big horse in the woods? Still holding a pole bamboo umbrella?

Are you afraid of the damn and not afraid of hooking the branch to death?

Just when a group of men couldn't stop slandering in their hearts, the weird middle-aged man suddenly began to laugh loudly, and after laughing for a long time, he suddenly began to chant poetry:

"Don't listen to the sound of the forest beating the leaves."

The laughter was hearty, but in the ears of the strange faces of the strong men, it was incomparably infiltrating.

And the strange man's next sentence seemed to be a headless and brainless poem, which made the group a little unable to find the north.

You...... What the fuck are you talking about?

Seeing that the group of people looked incomprehensible, the middle-aged man who had been quietly watching them under the cover of the umbrella almost couldn't help but reach out to cover his face.

This year's young people are also uneducated!

The wind of the world is going down, the wind of the world is going down!

Then the middle-aged man with a sore face just coughed, and then slowly lowered the umbrella in the heavy rain, revealing a thin face with slightly convex cheekbones, and continued to chant with some heartache:

"Why don't you roar and ......"

In these years, I have to make up half a sentence of prompt for a poem in the exam, which is evil......

At this time, the only young man in the group who looked like Zhou Zheng suddenly realized, gently patted the uncle beside him, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Ape, this fool seems to want to fight with us!"

As soon as the rickety man heard it, he was angry, Huo, damn it, Lao Tzu didn't blink his eyes when he fought, Dou Shi? Will Lao Tzu be afraid?

So in the expectant eyes of the thin middle-aged man, the rickety man pulled out the crotch of his pants, and then scratched the back of his head with the same hand, and groaned for a while, and then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said confidently and loudly:

"Why don't you groan and ...... And ......"

"And go with the wind!"

The thin middle-aged man's expression suddenly froze on his face.

And then it became extremely hideous.

Eggs!

I saw a blood qi so thick that it seemed to be suffocating suddenly rushed out of the thin middle-aged man's body, like a river bursting its embankment, and like a tiger coming out of the box.

In the blink of an eye, the group of young people was slapped in the face, and they fell to the ground like a row of wheat.

And the rickety man with an obscene face was clawed by the man's five fingers, and he held the heavenly spirit tightly, as if he would crush his head in the next moment.

The middle-aged man with a hideous face frowned, and said angrily:

"If you don't use your brains, you can give them to those in need!"

As soon as the words fell, the rickety man felt the heartache above his head.

He subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the qi, blood, and spiritual power in his whole body were like being imprisoned, and he couldn't mobilize the slightest.

Just when he felt that his head was about to explode, the strange middle-aged man suddenly let go of his hand.

In the next moment, deep darkness shrouded him, and the rickety man's consciousness was instantly blurred.

……

In a human palace with vermilion walls and golden tiles, an old Taoist with sheep's horns and white beard sat on the dragon chair at the height of the main hall, a snow-white Taoist robe was open, and it was casually faded behind him, revealing the dry body under the robe.

In his arms, there was a stunning woman with empty eyes, and her phoenix cloak was torn and scattered, half-hanging and half-hanging on her body.

The old Taoist's face was slightly flushed, his breath was heavy, and he squinted his eyes and glanced at the pair of black and white jade beads that slowly rotated around him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't stop hooking, and his joy and pride overflowed with color.

Intermediate magic weapons!

First, when he thought that he had suffered a lot of money in the sect to obtain a low-level magic weapon of average quality, there was resentment in the heart of the old Taoist.

The middle-level magic weapon, hehe, is the magic weapon of the master and disciple of the door, which is such a rank, if you count the quality, then your own pair of yin and yang jade beads, it is definitely more than one step ahead!

The veteran Taoist who was born in the mortal world, although he was one step behind on the path of cultivation because he became a monk halfway, but he still climbed into the middle stage of the Cave Heaven Realm with his good talent and scheming.

At this time, the old Taoist had a little joy for his talent for the first time, and those poems were not just joking in front of Ben Dao?

The Mengtong taught by Lao Tzu before could memorize these verses backwards!

Therefore, the team led by the old man almost did not lose much, but he accepted a lot of opportunities.

At this time, the pair of yin and yang jade beads beside the old man was one of the biggest opportunities.

If you figure out the rules of the cave, then you can do whatever you want!

Where did the dynasty under the mountain allow him to "enjoy" a deep palace concubine so much?

Merry race fairy!

In the old man's unbridled shriek, a huge pitch-black crack suddenly opened up from the hall, engulfing the old man in an instant.

Several identical cracks appeared in several other parts of the palace at the same time, engulfing several young Taoists who were also disheveled.

The upper beam is not right, and the lower beam is crooked.

……

(The small black room was closed twice, and most of the action descriptions of the old Taoist priest were deleted, so it was too late)