"This ......"

Lu Shen was speechless, and when he looked at the white-haired old man again, he found that the other party was nowhere to be found.

As for the identities of the two, Lu Shen had some guesses.

Most of these two people are from the Three Realms, the first middle-aged man came from the west, obviously a big demon, and the second old man, who came from the east, is most likely the old man of Tianmu Sect.

No... It should be called [Tianmu Zhenren].

Master Baoshu was promoted to the Xuan Realm, and the two of them came to congratulate one after another.

Named Congratulations!

It's actually a temptation!

In other words, he didn't want to see someone on an equal footing with him, but he had no choice but to react aggressively, Lu Shen thought about it and vaguely glimpsed some of the temperament of the high-ranking monk.

It's a detached mentality that is high up and doesn't bother to hide it.

"It has nothing to do with me anyway."

Lu Shen hid under a big tree, regarded himself as a visitor, and secretly paid attention to the treasure tree mage on the top of the mountain... No, it's Venerable Treasure Tree now.

Man does not live without a head.

Trees die without roots.

Venerable Baoshu lost his head, and still sat peacefully in the void, until the cyan pillar of light in the sky dissipated, he stood up, he stretched out his hand, only to see the fingertips overflowing with blue light, and the split head shot back, and it was actually reorganized in front of him.

Baoshu reached out and picked up his head and slowly placed it on his neck.

"Hee-hee~"

Meng Yao suddenly laughed on Lu Shen's head, and pointed with his little hand:

"The head is reversed."

Lu Shen frowned slightly, and muttered:

"It's the other way around."

"Brother, the big bald head is here."

"Hmm."

Lu Shen nodded, and saw Venerable Baoshu, stepping on the void, walking backwards step by step down the Nine Tricks Mountain, coming this way. Meng Yao hurriedly got into Lu Shen's long hair, and quietly looked around with his little head exposed, and Lu Shen was just about to hide it, when he heard the other party shouting:

"Donor, please stay ......"

Lu Shen paused, turned around stiffly, and saw that Venerable Baoshu had come to him, looking at him with a smile, his body facing Jiuqiao Mountain, and his face facing him, looking quite strange.

"Your Holiness, don't come unharmed."

“......”

Venerable Baoshu smiled but did not answer, as if he did not know Lu Shen, and asked:

"Donor, the poor monk asks for a way."

"Asking for directions?"

Lu Shen thought for a moment and replied:

"Your Holiness, please ask."

"How to get to the ancient temple of Ranke?"

"Your Holiness, forgive me, but Xiaodao doesn't know."

"It's okay."

Venerable Baoshu smiled like a spring breeze, not at all fierce earlier, he looked left and right, and asked:

"Donor, where is the West?"

“......”

Lu Shen was speechless for a while, and stretched out his hand to point to the west:

"Over there!"

"Thank you, donor."

Venerable Baoshu folded his hands, shook his long sleeves, and walked backwards, all the way to the west, and whispered in his mouth:

"A tree 800 years ago~"

"Guarding the corpse's nest day and night~"

"Muddy nightmare years~"

"Stumbling on the road of the world~"

......

Meng Yao looked at Venerable Baoshu and said in a crisp voice, "Brother, why can't the big bald head even tell the difference between east and west?" ”

Lu Shen replied:

"Perhaps... Probably... I guess my head is broken. ”

"Oh~~"

Lu Shen didn't think much about it, Edgeworth flew up the Nine Tricks Mountain, stepped on the top of the Nine Tricks Mountain, turned his head and swept it, and said in surprise:

"How can there be a cave here?"

He took two steps forward, and saw that the entrance of the cave was extremely deep, and the darkness was very dark, and there was no light, and he was wondering, and his expression suddenly became in a trance, and the sound of murmuring echoed in his ears.

"Come on, come in~"

"Become the master of Jiuqiao Mountain, grasp the authority of Jiuqiao Mountain, here... There you are >>

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Everything you want, everything, everything~~"

"Weng Weng~"

The blood-red hilt of the knife on the back is revealed.

Tremble gently.

Proactive warnings.

Lu Shen suddenly came back to his senses, and saw Meng Yao in a trance, muttering the word "brother" repeatedly, shouldering the lifeless sickle, and staggering towards the entrance of the cave.

"What a weird thing!"

Lu Shen stretched out his hand to grab Meng Yao back, and without looking back, he walked towards a puddle not far away.

Although the red-eyed old ghost is dead, it seems that this Nine Tricks Mountain is still weird, and it is not like a good kind, he has always been cautious, and he does not have the slightest desire to risk himself and want to explore.

[Name]: Lingquan

[Information]: Spring water of the dead

......

Venerable Baoshu sucked all the ghosts, but for some reason, he didn't move a drop of the spring water, Lu Shen squatted down in front of the puddle, looking at the jet-black spring water and nodding with satisfaction.

It's not a big puddle, but it's enough for one side.

He pinched the mantra in his hand and said silently:

"Five Ghosts Heavenly!"

The five ghosts manifested out of thin air, stood in a circle around the puddle, reached into the spring, and spun around.

"Brush!"

In an instant, all the spring water moved into the air.

Lu Shen stood up, suddenly waved his robe, and the aura in his body surged out, wrapping all the spring water and collecting it into the sealed space.

"Gollum~"

In the dry puddle, there is a new spring water slowly flowing out, Lu Shen has no nostalgia, the imperial sword flies into the distance, and there is no trace in the blink of an eye, but there is a faint sigh echoing on the top of the mountain.

"Ah~~"

......

Half an hour later, a white cloud came from the south, and Yuan Baixi, who was dressed in white, landed on the top of the mountain, he waved his sleeves to put away the white cloud, and frowned:

"It's too late, who's here?"

After pondering for a moment, he turned his head to look at the entrance of the secluded cave, and his whole body was suddenly shaken, and he didn't look back, and hurriedly drove away in the clouds.

Soon after.

A small bald head appeared at the foot of the mountain, Huang Meier looked up at Jiuqiao Mountain, played with the two eyeballs in his hand, and lowered his head to start climbing.

One-step.

One-step.

In front of the secluded cave, Huang Meier sat cross-legged, and after half an hour, he stood up, turned to look at the vast world, and muttered:

"Master, I... I love it here. ”

"Dada~~~~"

Two eyeballs rolled from the top of the mountain all the way to the bottom of the mountain, and Huang Mei'er raised his feet and stepped into the secluded cave.

After a long time, a figure walked out.

No face, no eyes!

No mouth, no nose!

He walked to the puddle step by step, stretched out his hand and took a sip of the spring water, and was suddenly stunned.

"Poof!"

Lu Shen stepped on the sword and flew over, hovering outside the Nine Tricks Mountain, frowning and saying:

"Huang Mei'er, are you okay?"

The figure sprinkled the spring water back into the puddle, turned to "look" at Lu Shen, he put one hand on his chest, and did not see his mouth and nose, but his own voice echoed:

"I'm afraid the donor has recognized the wrong person, little monk... Faceless! ”

After speaking.

He turned around and walked into the cave, and the entrance to the cave was gone.

The night is dark.

Heaven is ruthless.

On this day, Huang Meier was nowhere to be found, and the faceless monk... Enter the Nine Tricks Mountain!

......

"What the hell is evil!"

Lu Shen muttered, Edgeworth flew towards Toad Island, just flew to the Akutagawa River, Meng Yao pointed to the river on his head, and said happily: "Brother brother, little fish fish~"

Lu Shen stopped, looked down, and his face changed greatly.

I saw that on the vast Akutagawa River, there were white flowers, all of them were dead fish with white bellies, stretching for many miles, large and small, and some were even dozens of meters long.

"It's... What's going on? ”

Lu Shen was dumbfounded, and hurriedly stepped on the peachwood sword and flew towards the upper reaches of the Akutagawa River, flying all the way, overlooking the river all the way, and soon, a picture appeared in front of him.