The blind old man surnamed Hu has not just come down the mountain, and the old children of the Emperor Yuan Hall have surrounded him, although the blind old man surnamed Hu is a blind man, he is valuable in the heart of the Dao, and if he sees things with his heart, ordinary people are especially inferior.

The old and young people came around, and the blind old man surnamed Hu simply closed his two miserable white eyes, even if he was such an old blind man, he would destroy his eyes when he saw this guy.

"Brother Hu." The old man came up to him with a smiling face: "You have calculated what kind of life that kid is, tell me about it, brother." ”

Obviously, the old boy has been looking at this side and that.

It's a pity that the blind old man surnamed Hu is a hob meat that does not enter the oil and salt, Rao is the old child said that the sky is falling, the blind old man surnamed Hu covered his ears and turned over and over again: "Don't listen to Wang Ba's recitation." ”

The old child was not angry, and continued to talk about the blind old man surnamed Hu, the first person in the world to calculate astrology.

The blind old Taoist surnamed Hu was no more than an old Confucian student, and he slanted his eyes that did not open, and asked rhetorically: "That kid's life can't be what you know, right?" ”

The old Confucian scratched his head and smiled bitterly: "It should be counted." ”

"Huh?"

"That kid was broken in his early years in Dadu, and he should not have lived to be a hundred years old, but he was lucky to be a kid and was sewn and mended by Tian Qing for three years, although there are still some defects, there is no problem."

"Huh?"

"Ahem." The old Confucian was a little weak-hearted, and the fingers of his right hand overlapped and popped out again, and an invisible white light spread out with the old man as the center, isolating a small world that no one could explore: "Brother Hu, don't be like this, I'm afraid." ”

"Not long ago, Tian Qing sent a flying sword to let me stabilize the life of that little devil with a unique technique, and it just so happened that the descendants of Tianyan Hou were also nearby."

"Tianyanhou?" The blind old man surnamed Hu frowned, the Tianyan Hou and the grievances of the Heavenly Dao were very deep and wide, and the few big worshippers before and after the Emperor Yuan Hall were not able to carry it lightly...

The old Confucian was a little innocent: "I just want to return the two copies of popularity together for convenience." ”

"It's convenient!" The blind old man surnamed Hu became more and more angry the more he listened, and finally became furious: "Who is the Tianyan Hou lineage, don't you know if others don't know." That kid is not a mortal life who does nothing, although he was broken by someone, the person who repaired it was Tian Qing, you honestly listen to Tian Qing, it's not over, at most you will create a lawless beheading black devil. Now that he is involved with the descendants of Tianyan Hou, the Five Thunder Heavenly Official Chen Cheng also took the sky-high aura of the Burial Emperor Cliff and modified his life again, now to what extent can that demon grow Who dares to say, you? ”

"I'm not trying to make it convenient, I want to mess up the chess game of heaven and earth." Although the old man's language was sincere, his expression really didn't mean to repent, thanks to the blind old man surnamed Hu, who was blind, otherwise he would have slapped the old man in the face.

"That's it, the catastrophe of heaven and earth, maybe the more chaotic you are, you can get a glimmer of life." The blind old man surnamed Hu instructed: "Before that little guy's fate is undecided, no one in the Emperor Yuan Palace, especially those of you who should be worshipped, must not think of a way to erase this 'accident', otherwise no one will be able to play the chess game when the time comes." ”

"How?" The old and the young are shameless.

The blind old man surnamed Hu patiently explained to this person who likes to pretend to be a fool: "You all have the origin of the Great Dao's luck, and you were discovered by the Great Dao early on This unreasonable step, and then you changed the luck of that kid, who will you find to cry when the time comes." ”

The blind old man surnamed Hu waved his hand to let the old man get out, but before the old man left, the blind old man surnamed Hu left first, but just after taking two steps, he hit an invisible barrier wall with a bang, and before the blind old man surnamed Hu scolded the old man with a wave of his hand to withdraw the enchantment, and then he ran away.

The blind old man surnamed Hu rubbed his head and knew that the old man had run away, and he still scolded and scolded for a while before he was willing to give up, the medicine boys and monks who came and went on Xuandu Mountain had already seen this, maybe it was the old drunkard who didn't have long eyes who stole the wine of Uncle Hu and Uncle Hu's ancestors, and the Taoist monk looked up and saw that it was a big lotus peak, isn't it that the queen bee wine foot bath that Mr. Er said a few days ago was really experimented by him?

The blind old man surnamed Hu had just gone down to Xuandu Mountain, and the immortal ancestor Chonghong appeared beside the blind old man out of thin air and stood side by side with him.

Just sent away one and another popped up, but now this is the leader of the immortal family after all, and the blind old man surnamed Hu really doesn't dare to treat Chonghong like he treats the old children.

After the two walked side by side for a while, Chonghong asked, "What do you think of Xutian being friends with that Chu Shi Shanhe?" ”

If the blind old man surnamed Hu can roll his eyes, he will definitely not hesitate to reward Chonghong with a big white eye, if you want to ask me what I talked about with that old bastard, you can ask, what kind of topic is nonsense.

The blind old man surnamed Hu still answered Chonghong's question honestly: "I don't think there's anything good, but there's nothing bad, if it's just the two of them making friends, that's the best, in fact, this question Immortal Ancestor should ask the Void Heaven, after all, no one can be the Void Heaven, and it is impossible to become the Void Heaven, so it's best to ask him about this matter." ”

"Hmm." Chonghong nodded: "I see." ”

Your uncle really wants to know what I talked about with that old bastard, you just ask directly, and I don't say it, if I really don't say it, you will use the entire Daomen Immortal Family to suppress me, after all, I am now a member of the Daomen Immortal Family, not a person from the Diyuan Palace.

Chonghong didn't say a word, just stunned and accompanied the blind Taoist surnamed Hu down the mountain slowly, no matter how fast or slow the blind Taoist priest surnamed Hu walked, Chonghong always stood side by side with the blind Taoist priest surnamed Hu, and did not leave him the slightest respite.

Along the way, he couldn't be aggrieved by the blind old man surnamed Hu, so he almost kowtowed to Chonghong and admitted his mistake.

Finally arrived at the foot of Xuandu Mountain, Chonghong turned into a streamer and disappeared out of thin air.

At the foot of Tai'an Mountain, it is also a scene of sending people away, Jiang Ziwang received a message from Jixia School Palace that he needs to urgently send a few broken small caves to rescue several heirlooms, because the small caves are about to be broken, and people must be sent to go urgently, and several other teams have already set off, but because Jiang Ziwang's Kunlun Xuxian Prefecture is the closest, so he sent a message to Jiang Ziwang and asked him to set off.

In fact, Jiang Ziwang also knew about the existence of this kind of cave, and even the news of the dozens of unique books was personally investigated by Jiang Ziwang a few years ago and sent a letter to the Jixia School Palace, but at that time, Jiang Ziwang conservatively estimated that it would take a few hundred years for the cave to be broken. Thinking that forcibly breaking the forbidden barrier of the cave heaven has broken some kind of balance?

Yi Le hugged his fists and apologized: "The Daomen Immortal Family has just been established, and I really can't pull away, so I won't accompany you for a while." ”

"That's a pity, I just watched from afar, and I saw a huge library of books, not to mention thousands of volumes."

Yile smiled and said nothing, Jiang Ziwang knew that he was bored, and pouted and stopped talking nonsense.

The send-off people also have the big gentleman Song Xirui and his disciple Si Ming of Tai'an Mountain, and in the distance there is also a Taoist priest Shan Tao who is holding a small cone of wolf hair in one hand and a blank scroll in the other.

"There are quite a few people who sent me, so if you don't have to send it, go back, it's not like I won't come back." Jiang Ziwang waved his hand and asked them all to go back.

Song Xirui bent down and made a joke: "Leave the sacrificial wine and walk slowly." ”

Si Ming followed the master and did the same, and also bent down and made a joke: "Leave the sacrificial wine and walk slowly." ”

Jiang Ziwang sighed helplessly, so many courtesies, it's not that I came here to work for free, and in the end I am still an outsider.

Si Ming quipped: "It's not strange to have many people. ”

The last music took off the ancient music of the guqin on his back, and after choosing a bluestone, he sat cross-legged on it, and removed the qin bag of the ancient music and placed it horizontally on his knees.

"Jiang Ziwang sacrifices to the sky for Tai'an Mountain, I will use the piano to resist, if it is not enough, I will pay for a water dragon chant."

"It's fine." Jiang Ziwang responded with a smile, and finally one person played the piano and sent people away, and the other went away, covering the limelight of hundreds of pianos on Tai'an Mountain.

The cat stretched out his head vigorously to look out at the child period behind the tree, but unfortunately the cultivation was too low and he didn't hear any sound, and Xiang Ziqi leaned over to the booklet in his uncle's hand.

found that it was almost written as a poignant love story of Yingying Yanyan, the man traveled alone, and the woman sat on the side of the road playing the piano to say goodbye.

At first glance, it seems that there is really no problem, but this story is destined to be unheard under the red wood of Tai'an Mountain.

Probably aware of Xiang Ziji's peeping gaze, Shan Tao turned his hand down, and put the word face down, and the neat ink that had just been written was not good if it had not dried and flowered.

Xiang Ziqi smiled at his uncle, withdrew his gaze and stopped peeping, and listened attentively to the sound of the piano.

On Xuandu Mountain, Chu Shishanhe, who inexplicably got three words to save his life, returned to the mountain, I don't know when there was a faint sound of the piano between the waves of mangosteen, Chu Shishanhe turned to look at Tai'an Mountain, it should be that the Yahui that was interrupted by himself yesterday continued to start, but there are many people going down the mountain today, and the excitement is destined to be less than yesterday.

Walking back to the three-room thatched hut in the new mud, Yin Xutian squatted on the side wearing a blue and gray robe and washed his face from a small porcelain jar.

Obviously, the rumors of the morning class in the outside world never do it.

"I'm back." Yin Xutian, who had a glimpse of Chu Shishanhe, wiped his face with his sleeve, wiped the water clean, pointed to the innermost house, and whispered: "I haven't gotten up yet, I don't dare to call, you go." ”

After Chu Shishanhe glanced at the main house, he didn't say anything, in fact, he and Chu Xinsu had only known each other for a day, and it was not very realistic to want Chu Shishanhe to dig out his heart and lungs for him: "The little Taoist priests have finished their morning classes and gone up the mountain to collect medicine, why don't you do it or set an example." ”

Yin Xutian shook his head and asked with a puzzled expression, "What are you talking about?" ”

"Nothing." Chu Shishanhe yawned: "Is there a coat, don't want a robe." ”

"Why?"

"Do you want me to wear your Taoist clothes all day?"

"That's right, but I'm a poor Taoist priest who hasn't even gone down the mountain except for a Taoist robe, or I'll find you a good one?"

Chu Shi Shanhe really wants to slap this stinky Taoist priest who has been stabbed to death with a thousand knives now.