That night, Zhao Dagang brought someone to send a jacket to protect against the cold, using the best fur in the village, and the stitches were very dense, obviously with thought.

After some greetings, Zhao Dagang said another thing, saying that the second master invited Chen Qingshan and the four of them to the Wuxian Temple to discuss some things.

Chen Qingshan and the four of them came to the Martial Immortal Temple with questions.

After entering the door, the second master has been waiting here for a long time, and the wine and food are prepared on the table.

"The old man Zhao Jingang of Tianlan Village, the person Xiaoyou met outside the village is his brother." The second master motioned for Chen Qingshan and the four of them to take a seat.

Chen Qingshan carefully observed this old man, he was burly, full of qi and blood, and his palms were very wide, and they were full of calluses.

The voice is thick, like muffled thunder, this is the performance of refining the intestines to the extreme, the first three realms of martial arts, the first realm of refining skin, the second realm of forging bones, and the third realm refining is the internal organs, and so on to polish the whole body, into the four realms, it is another world.

The second master was dressed in a martial arts uniform, his hair was white, and just sitting there, he had a feeling of not being angry and arrogant.

It's completely unimaginable that the sloppy yellow-toothed old beggar is actually his brother.

As if he knew what Chen Qingshan was thinking, the second grandfather explained: "My brother encountered an accident in his early years, so he became what he is now, and as for the things in it, it is not enough for outsiders to say. ”

The second master was a little embarrassed.

Then, the second master stood up, came to the hall, and rubbed the broken painting with his hand.

"Do you know what this thing is?"

Chen Qingshan and the others observed it carefully, and then shook their heads.

"This is a map of mountains and rivers." At this time, the yellow-toothed old beggar walked into the Martial Immortal Temple at some point and said.

"A Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers?! Drawing a holy hand? The four of them were shocked, if it was really a painting left in the sanctuary, then the value of this painting was immeasurable.

This fragment alone is enough to shake the entire Changyang County, and it is not impossible for Chang'an to come.

Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, painting the treasure left by the sanctuary, a complete map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, there are thousands of mountains and rivers, which can contain a side of heaven and earth, and can suppress the enemy with the power of mountains and rivers.

Even if you are a martial artist of the Seven Realms, you can crush the mountains with your fists and intercept the rivers with your palms, but how can you provoke these thousands of mountains and rivers on your shoulders.

As soon as the map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers comes out, it is invincible under the eight realms, which is the power of the general trend of mountains and rivers.

There are even rumors that the picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers contains a touch of the meaning of painting saints, if you get this meaning, you can get the inheritance of painting saints.

The picture scroll in the hall is very small, only about one-tenth of the complete picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, but it is enough to make people feel excited.

"So, you came to us for this thousand miles of mountains and rivers." Chen Qingshan asked.

The second master nodded.

"Don't hide it from a few little friends, although this is a corner of the mountain and river map, but there is a skeleton of a martial artist in the Seven Realms, I hope a few little friends can help take it out."

"Huh?" The four of them were a little confused, the bones in this painting could not be taken out even by the second master, a martial artist of the Third Realm, how could they get it from the four small First Realm monks.

Chen Qingshan said what he thought in his heart.

The second master hurriedly explained: "This map of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers is not accessible unless you are a Confucian cultivator. ”

The painting saint was a Confucian cultivator, and later he entered the Tao with painting, so the picture of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers he left behind was specially prepared for Confucian cultivators.

"So, you want to get Changxin into the painting?" Chen Qingshan looked at Chang Xin and said.

The second master nodded.

"In return, after the bones were taken out, this fragment was given to this little friend." The second master added.

Chen Qingshan handed over the decision to Chang Xin.

Chang Xin stepped forward: "Dare to ask the seniors how to enter the painting?" ”

Apparently a decision has already been made.

"You can just raise it with a heroic spirit." The second grandfather was overjoyed and responded.

Confucianism is good at reading, and when he reads more books, he has a breath of grandeur in his chest.

As Chang Xin slowly approached the remnant painting, the rivers and mountains on the remnant painting seemed to come to life, swimming, and the corner of the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers slowly shone brightly, pulling Chang Xin's body into the painting.

The people present watched Chang Xin slowly enter the painting.

"Hey, it's really fucking fun, this group of readers has read a lot of books, and they have developed Haoran Qi, old man, I have read a lot of books in my life, I don't know if there is Haoran Qi!" The yellow-toothed old beggar crouched to the side, giggling.

"Oh? My husband also likes to read? Sanzang was a little curious.

"That is, Uncle Ben has read more than 10,000 books." The yellow-toothed old beggar said proudly.

Sanzang was speechless for a while when he heard this.

"What a word, it turned out to be an old bastard who loves to read novels." Chen Qingshan looked at the old beggar and laughed.

"Yes, the world is mixed, the demon king of the world." The old beggar was still smiling and saying things out of tune.

Seeing this, the second master hurriedly came over to play a round and asked everyone to eat something and wait for Chang Xin to come out.

It's just that when the sky and the moon are high, the food is cold, and I don't see Changxin come out.

The fragment of the thousand-mile mountain and river map even made a burst of fighting sounds.

Everyone's faces changed greatly, and they didn't know what was happening, so they hurriedly ran towards the fragment of the Qianli Mountains and Rivers.

The mountains and rivers shook violently, and the moment Chang Xin approached the bones, he attracted the martial artist's former intention, and the killing sound in the painting scroll was the embodiment of this intention.

Seeing that Chang Xin was about to be strangled by this intention, the old man with yellow teeth begged.

"What a fucking trouble!" I saw the old beggar approaching the fragment and rushed in one step.

"We're also readers!"

After dozens of breaths, the embarrassed Changxin was pushed out by the old beggar, and behind the old beggar, there was a skeleton like jade.

"It's fucking heavy! Second, you hurry up and pick it up. The yellow-toothed old beggar called out to the second master.

"Boss, this? This! ”

The second master is stunned, you can enter this fragment together, so why should I hire someone?

The second master now feels like a good mallet.

In the sluggishness, the second master instinctively took over the skeleton in the hands of the yellow-toothed old beggar, the skeleton was as warm as jade, and it was still a little warm in the hand.

"Boy, increase your knowledge, who said that you can't read a novel and be angry!" The yellow-toothed old beggar looked at Chen Qingshan and said proudly, like an old rooster who has won a fight.

"Cow!" Chen Qingshan didn't know what to say, he just raised his fingers.

The yellow-toothed old beggar no longer paid attention to Chen Qingshan, but patted the second grandfather's shoulder, and said, "Second brother, the bones have been brought out for you, fulfill the agreement, give the fragments to the little baby, our village, we can't afford such a thing." ”

"There are so many things to do for this broken painting, Lao Tzu has long looked at it unpleasantly." The yellow-toothed old beggar scolded again.

The second master thought about it, nodded, took down the fragment of the Thousand Miles of Mountains and Rivers, and handed it to Chang Xin, who was still in a daze.

Just now he was about to be killed by the bones, ready to call for help, and then, he saw the big face of the yellow-toothed old beggar.

The yellow-toothed old beggar grinned, kicked Chang Xin's ass with one kick, and kicked him out of the painting.

At this moment, the wind rose in the village, and the sound of killing came from outside the village.

The voice of the yellow-toothed old beggar sounded: "Hey, the hell is not gone, that group of drunken thieves from Jade Mountain are here again, second brother, you should quickly take someone to send it away." ”

"I only sent away a thief during the day, and the thief came at night, and the days are restless, so let's eat and drink!" The yellow-toothed old beggar didn't know where to take out a money bag, and with it, he walked out of the Wuxian Temple.

Chang Xin felt that the money bag was a little familiar, and when he touched it, his waist was empty, it was his money bag, in the painting, the yellow-toothed old beggar not only kicked himself, but also touched his money bag.

Looking at the unobtrusive boss, the second master sighed and shouted: "Zhao Dagang, call the martial artists in the village, follow the second master, kill the thief!" ”

The ring on the second master's hand flashed, and the bones of the Seven Realms martial artists were gone, replaced by a Guan knife.

Chen Qingshan raised his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that the second wife was still a rich family, and there was such a thing as a storage ring.

Zhao Dagang's voice in response sounded from outside the Martial Immortal Temple, followed by a sound of running, and the martial artists in the village all gathered at the entrance of the village.

Chen Qingshan and the others also followed the second master to the entrance of the village.

A group of people dressed as horse bandits have long been waiting at the entrance of the village, led by a one-eyed man, who is not easy to mess with at first glance, and is full of gangsterism.

Perhaps out of fear of Tianlan Village, they did not rush directly into the village.

I saw the second master come out.

One-eyed shouted: "Zhao Jingang, why aren't you dead yet!" If you know each other, hand over the things in the ancestral hall obediently. ”

Later, One-Eyed saw Ah Lan again, and saw that his temperament was extraordinary.

"Yo, such a handsome girl, can you go back to Drunken Jade Mountain with me? Hahahaha! ”

The one-eyed and unbridled laughter spread throughout Tianlan Village.

The yellow-toothed old beggar who was drinking sneered, put the wine cup down, and said to himself: "It's not good to mess with anyone, why are you messing with that little girl?" Hey~"

The liquor entered his throat, and the yellow-toothed old beggar made a pleasant sound.

"Drink!"