There is an idle mountain house in the inn where Ma Xiaohua lives, because it has been left unattended for many years, the wall skin has peeled off, and the roof is half a person's height thatch. The only small window had long since been blocked by the shopkeeper, but the thick door panel had been strangely replaced with a new lock. The house was dark and damp, covered with dust, and the potholes in the ground were kne-deep because of the heavy rain and the sinking of the house.

Ma Xiaohua took Mo Cong and the others to eat and drink to their heart's content, and rushed to the door angrily, with the smell of wine in her mouth, her ruddy cheeks after being slightly drunk were delicate and moving, and a pair of shrewd big eyes flashed with excitement, and she turned around and instructed the two disciples of the Medical Immortal Sect who were responsible for protecting her:

"Open the door!"

Seeing that Uncle Shi was drinking so well, the two disciples of the Medical Immortal Sect felt funny in their hearts, but they didn't dare to laugh, and hurriedly opened the door. Suddenly there was a strong, pungent musty smell in the room.

Lao Dao was trapped by the rope all over his body, huddled in the corner, drooping his head, and it looked like a worm that was about to break out of the cocoon. The strong and dazzling sunlight rushed into the dark hut in an instant, and Lao Dao quickly closed his eyes and turned his head to dodge.

"Stinky old man, this doesn't taste very good, right?" asked Ma Xiaohua with a pretty face.

As soon as the boys entered the room, some people brought a few chairs, lit candles, and then closed the door.

"Hmph!" Lao Dao opened a gap with a pair of fine eyes, and saw a group of young people sitting in the room, all of them with rosy cheeks and smoky wine, and snorted coldly disdainfully.

"Oops! he's still quite tough when he dies, Mo Cong, slap him twice first. Seeing that the old man's emaciated face was as cold as frost, and the light in his eyes was rippling, Zhilan was angry and said angrily.

"I'll come. ”

Without waiting for Mo Cong to make a move, Poison Longzhi raised his hand and slapped Lao Dao twice, making Lao Dao's eyes straight, and leaving ten bright red handprints on his skinny face, which subsided after a long time.

"Tell me quickly, what is your relationship with Qian Si, where did you get Baihu and his sister?"

Poison Dragon Zhi was so angry that his sword eyebrows were upside down, his eyes were like fire, even though he and the White Tiger brothers and sisters didn't know each other before, but the Poison Dragon Family and the Baishan Sect were both northern sects, and the two families had a close friendship. Therefore, when he learned of the disappearance of the White Tiger brothers and sisters, the young master of the poisonous dragon suppressed a sigh of anger in his heart.

"Don't worry, take the old man to ask him a few words in person," The old man who spoke was the head of the Baishan faction, after all, he was the head of the Baishan faction, and even though he was very anxious at the moment, he stroked his beard, stepped forward slowly, suppressed the anger in his heart, and asked: "Taoist priest, the monk is already detached from the world, and he emphasizes quiet and inaction. Self-cultivation, I think the Taoist is also a person who has attained the Tao, and tell the old man the truth, are my two apprentices arrested by you, if this is the case, please also ask the Taoist to release people quickly, and I will also take my apprentice back to the mountain to cultivate, I really don't hide that my apprentice is the pillar of my sect" At this point, the old master recalled the past appearance of the white tiger for a while, and couldn't help but burst into tears, raising his sleeves to wipe his tears.

Since the White Tiger and Huangfu Yunsong have disappeared mysteriously, for this reason, the head of the Baishan faction is anxious, sending people to ask for help, and there is no news from many parties.

"Hmph! I think it's bullshit, don't pretend to be Sven here," looked at the old boss and old tears, but Lao Dao didn't have any compassion in his heart, but pouted and sneered: "What are the first four and the last four, the white tiger and the black tiger, I don't know anything about the poor way!" After speaking, the old Dao turned his face to the side and didn't say anything anymore.

"He's quibbling, Mo Cong is beating him!" Zhilan said angrily.

Hearing this, Lao Dao suddenly raised his head, glanced at several handsome girls in the room by the beating candlelight, and finally stopped at Zhilan. The flickering candlelight reflects the girl's slightly drunk cheeks, and her beautiful figure is like the person in the painting. If it weren't for being imprisoned, Lao Dao really hated to be able to pick it up, and let it go, the yin thought in his brain forced Lao Dao to swallow his saliva, and said with a smile: "Presumably this is Miss Zhilan, if it really lives up to its reputation, if you can let Poor Dao train it, it must be a romantic stunner, hehehe!"

Zhilan was naturally steady and dignified, and such obscene words entered her ears, like a bomb, making her dizzy. Crazy, he shouted to Mo Cong: "Mo Cong, you go and gouge out his eyes." ”

Hearing about the disappearance of the white tiger, Mo Cong also hated Qian Si and his gang to the core, and this time he heard Lao Dao's words to Zhilan, and couldn't help but be even more annoyed, and pulled out the dagger in his wrist, and when the dagger came out of the sheath, it hit a flash in the room, and the cold light was shining. Mo Cong held the dagger in his hand, mercilessly, and the tip of the cold knife went straight to the old Dao's eyeballs.

Seeing this, Lao Dao gasped, his eyes looked at the sharp blade in Mo Cong's hand without blinking, and exclaimed: "Young and slow, where did you get this dagger?"

"Leave it to you!" Mo Cong said coldly.

"Poor Dao naturally can't control it, but Poor Dao has seen the same dagger as this one. ”

"Ah!" Mo Cong was stunned, this was the only clue to find Master and Sister Bao, because he asked, "Tell me quickly, where have you seen it?"

"This, Poor Dao can't say it, Poor Dao doesn't say it's nothing more than losing an eye, if Poor Dao says it, it's likely that he won't even die, but Poor Dao can only tell you that the person who has the same dagger as you is a young woman. ”

"Young woman?" Mo Cong was even more stunned and asked, "What kind of woman? Where did you see it?"

"I can't say it. Lao Dao shook his head with a smile.

"You're fooling me?" As he spoke, Mo Cong aimed the blade in his hand at the old man's eyeball.

"Mo Cong's nephew, don't listen to his nonsense!"

Mo Cong was hesitating, and the white master slapped his right ear with one palm, and for a while, Lao Dao's ears buzzed, and blood flowed.

"You demon Dao, full of nonsense, tell me quickly, where are my two apprentices?" Bai Zhangmen gritted his teeth in anger, and the palm he raised trembled slightly, he really hated to smash the old man's head with one palm.

"You are tortured to extract confessions, poor people don't accept it, those people you say don't know anything about poor people, poor people want to go to the chief head to sue you, I want to sue you!" the old Taoist shouted indiscriminately.

"Uh, this," Hearing this, Master Bai panicked for a while, and hurriedly looked at Poison Longzhi, and said, "Virtuous nephew, look"

"Uncle in charge, don't listen to his nonsense, he is clearly in league with that Qian Si, otherwise how would he design to catch Sister Xiaohua, I guess the white tiger lost that game, they must have lost a lot, and the purpose of catching Sister Xiaohua must be to use Sister Xiaohua to blackmail Mo Cong. ”

"It must be so, I heard that Qian Si mention what Beijiang old way that day, it is estimated that it is him, and they are in a gang. Mo Cong said coldly.

Poison Dragon Zhi and Mo Cong were obviously clear-sighted, but the old man pursed his lips, rolled his strange eyes and sneered: "Hmph! You guys are all guessing out of thin air, what about the evidence?"

The old man said that the people in the room looked at each other.

"It's really iron-mouthed and steel-toothed, then tell me, why did you arrest this girl?" Ma Xiaohua couldn't help but say, stepped forward and slapped her, and said angrily.

"Hehe!" was slapped by Ma Xiaohua, but Lao Dao didn't feel pain, glanced at Ma Xiaohua with a smile, and looked at Ma Xiaohua's whole body with a contemptuous look.

Looking at the old man's confused eyes, Ma Xiaohua regretted it in her heart, and hurriedly flashed two steps back.

Seeing this, Lao Dao grinned and said: "Poor Dao has practiced the art of immortal talismans in his life, and he was wandering on the streets that day," said Lao Dao rolled his strange eyes, glanced at Ma Xiaohua again, and said with a smile: "When Poor Dao was wandering, he suddenly smelled a burst of fairy fragrance, and Poor Dao knew that this girl's body fluids could be refined into good fairy talismans, so he just wanted to borrow this girl's urine for use, and didn't want to harm her, but it was not easy to speak in person, so he made that decision." ”

Hearing this, Ma Xiaohua was simply embarrassed, and secretly complained in her heart. Not only that, but several girls in the room were all blushing and bowed their heads silently.

"Heh!" Seeing this, the mountain ghost Wen, who had been standing aside and watching coldly, sneered, he had already seen that this old Taoist had a dirty stomach and rotten lungs, and he expected that it would be impossible to pry half a word out of his mouth with just a few words and torture.

"Lao Dao, your mouth is really hard enough, then tell me, not long after Xiaohua went to your date that day, Mo Cong also received a note, how do you explain this?" Without waiting for Lao Dao to speak, Mountain Ghost Wen waved his hand and said: "You don't need to say it, I'll tell you for you, you and Qian Si have made an agreement, in order not to be found out that you and Qian Si are colluding, you go to catch Xiaohua alone, and you and Qian Si have set a code, once you get it, you will release the letter butterfly in the forest," said, the mountain ghost Wen nodded towards Mo Cong, "Mo Cong." ”

Mo Cong took out a paper tube containing a letter butterfly from his arms and shook it proudly, "Dao Chief, you didn't expect it! This is an object on your body!"

Seeing the butterfly tube in Mo Cong's hand, Lao Dao's face changed slightly, and he secretly calculated in his heart, just wanting to quibble.

The mountain ghost Wen said again: "Do you want to say that you are in contact with the people of your own sect? Hmph! Let me tell you the truth, after Xiaohua showed me the note that day, I already thought that you were playing ghosts, so, I'm sorry, I also caught those butterflies of yours and the person holding your clothes and waiting for the letter, and you will be able to meet soon, but that person has recruited everything, I advise you to recruit it too!" After speaking, the mountain ghost Wen smiled slightly.

That Xindie only recognizes smells and does not recognize people, which the old Taoist knows.

Hearing this, Lao Dao hung his head and was silent, and he sighed for a long time before he sighed and said: "I have heard that the young master of the mountain ghost is resourceful, and the poor Dao can be defeated in your hands, and the loss is convincing." After speaking, Lao Dao shook his head and sighed bitterly.

Seeing this, the heart of the mountain ghost Wen finally fell to the ground, because the person who sent the letter to Mo Cong that day had already committed suicide by biting the poison, and the secret words on the butterfly wings could not be deciphered by others except for the person who released the butterfly, if Lao Dao denied it at this time, everything he did would come to naught.

"What else do you have to say this time?" Ma Xiaohua stepped forward and kicked Lao Dao twice, which could be regarded as a bad breath in her heart.

At this time, Lao Dao had acquiesced, and the people in the house were relieved.

"Daoist, since the truth has been revealed, you still don't come from the truth, say, Where are my two apprentices?"

Lao Dao lowered his head and shook his head repeatedly, his gaze almost desperate. After sighing for a long time, Lao Dao sighed bitterly and said: "Alas! Poor Dao was originally cultivated in the mountains, before this departure, a black bird suddenly appeared in the sky, babbling and wailing, hovering and not going, Poor Dao knew that this trip was auspicious, but he didn't want to come to ask for Poor Dao's life!" As he spoke, Lao Dao was full of tears again.

Seeing that the old man was full of tears and his words were desolate, everyone present felt that he was inconvenient for him to be a dying person, so they all listened attentively.

Lao Dao's green beard trembled under his chin, and he said with tears streaming down his face: "My junior sister left a letter to Poor Dao before she died, and Poor Dao took the letter with her wherever she went. Now that Poor Dao is dying, who is doing well, let Poor Dao take another look at my poor junior sister!" Speaking of this, Lao Dao trembled all over, and he was already crying into tears.

Seeing this, almost all the people in the house shed tears, Ma Xiaohua wiped her tears and said, "Where is it? I'll bring it to you!"

"It's in my bag!" said the old man's voice trembling.

Ma Xiaohua hurriedly opened the door and summoned the disciples of the Medical Immortal Sect, took the old Taoist bag from the disciple's hand, and when she opened it, there were some paper letters inside, but Ma Xiaohua flipped through the pages for a long time and saw those colorful notes with strange patterns painted on them, but she didn't see any old letters.

"No, no?" Ma Xiaohua said with a frown in her hand, holding a talisman from the old way.

"Don't touch his talisman!" The disciple of the Medical Immortal Sect had been holding his hand outside the door, and he didn't know what Ma Xiaohua wanted to do with the bag, and when he saw Ma Xiaohua rummaging around, he suddenly pinched a talisman of the Taoist priest in his hand, and hurriedly shouted.

It's just that the shouts of the disciples of the Medical Immortal Sect were still a step late, and when Ma Xiaohua was holding the talisman in his hand, Lao Dao's lips moved, and there were words in his mouth. Suddenly, Ma Xiaohua's arm was raised, and the people in the house suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and it was pitch black in front of them, and there were tongues of fire erupting from all directions.

When everyone was at a loss, they suddenly heard the laughter of Lao Daolang as if floating from the sky, roaring like a flood.

"Hahahaha! If you want to take the life of the poor Dao, you are still far away, if you don't avenge today's revenge, the poor Dao swears not to be a man!"

The sound was fleeting, and the illusion in front of them suddenly disappeared, and everyone raised their eyes to look at the corner, and the old way was gone.

Everyone looked at each other, but when they saw the disciple of the Medical Immortal Sect holding the Dan box of the Blood Spirit Pill in their hands, they shook their heads and sighed bitterly.

"Alas, Uncle Shi, you shouldn't touch his talisman and spend another blood elixir. ”

"This," Ma Xiaohua was anxious and almost burst into tears, and the corners of her mouth twitched twice: "How can this be!"

"Uncle Shi, as long as that person's talisman is contaminated with popularity, no matter whose hand it is, as long as the sound reaches it, he can start it by reciting the mantra. If you don't touch it, he won't be able to run even if he has great ability. ”

"Alas, forget it, the bamboo basket is empty!" The old head of the Baishan faction shook his head and sighed bitterly, looking at the corner where the old way disappeared, and couldn't help but miss his beloved disciple in his heart.