Chang'an City in the west, 18 miles in the southeast, the official road of four six-seated carriages can be driven side by side, open and boundless, straight to the line of heaven and earth, straight as an ink line, go for a thousand miles.

There are many low hills and hills beside the road, undulating and stretching, and the green mountains are far away with Dai Duo charming, such as the color of the eyebrows and eyes of the beauty, and it depicts a gratifying posture to this side of the world.

There are many pigeons in this mountain, and it is named: Pigeon Cliff.

When it comes to spring, it is overwhelming and noisy. Especially at dusk, it is said that the annoying sound of cooing can be heard from hundreds of miles away. Because of this, the people of the nearby ten miles and eight towns have made a living by catching pigeons for generations.

There are many kinds of pigeons, some are sold in restaurants for food, some are sold in the capital children's workshop to raise, anyway, most of the young and strong laborers in the nearby village are counting on this bird to support their families, and many of them have made a fortune by pointing to this thing.

At the foot of the pigeon cliff mountain, there is a gazebo.

Because of a good story of the ancients, the ancient road outside the long pavilion, the grass is green, eighteen miles to send you until the sunset mountain outside the mountain, it has been handed down to this day, everyone thinks that the farewell will be eighteen miles, if you can't get to this distance to this place is insincere. Under the false rumors, there is also this eighteen miles pavilion outside the city of Chang'an, which is also a stone pavilion with some atmosphere.

There are people in the stone pavilion, men, women and children.

There was the condensed fat jade with a nervous look on his face, Han Dingtian who bowed beside him, and the Pan bottle who was peeking at the back. There is also Han Youyu outside the pavilion, who is very respectful, and the thief who does not change his heart and does not die will occasionally secretly look at the condensed jade facing him in the pavilion, or he will carefully look at the woman who led his biological father Zhang Jiuding and didn't know when to wait here.

The woman's goose egg face plate, with a little baby immaturity and obesity, is so small that people can't tell their true age.

There are still some Han Youyu who judge people by their appearance, originally only thought that this woman was an uncle and uncle that he couldn't figure out, but no one had introduced the identity of this woman to him, so naturally Han Youyu was more or less regarded as a horse race similar to the frequent back-and-forth and delivery of espionage reports in recent times.

It's just that unlike those so-called horse runners who don't see the head of the dragon but don't see the tail, this woman has been staying here and not leaving, so that Han Youyu can feel that she is unusual.

In the past few days, Han Youyu, who seems to be very different from the impetuous and domineering in the past, is also silent and silent, and at the same time, he is also observing words and colors, carefully paying attention to all kinds of people, things, and things around him that have subverted his cognition in the past 20 years.

Originally, he was only a very small character, but this woman who was at two extremes in appearance and figure didn't greet her, and sat down first without any rules, and the master who could make his mother Pan Bottle and his cheap father Han Dingtian extremely well-behaved even if he didn't have any requirements in the past few days was so resigned to his words, which made Han Youyu hurriedly accept his thoughts, and even secretly no longer dared to have any excessive thoughts.

Obviously, in the past month or so, the experience and subtle thoughts, not to mention the people around him, I am afraid that even he himself has not noticed the earth-shaking changes in his heart.

It's not just that it's not as obvious as it was at the beginning.

The immature-looking woman's every move is old and serious, with her hands around her chest, which sets off the plumpness that is extremely incompatible with her face.

At this time, she suddenly opened her eyes when she closed her eyes and met Han Youyu's evasive gaze, but she only squinted coldly, with undisguised disdain in her eyes, and then looked at the white-haired and white-bearded one-eyed old man sitting in the pavilion.

Opposite the old man, who is respected by everyone as "my teacher's full of Taoism", is Zhang Jiuding, who has just experienced ups and downs not long ago and was ousted from the position of head in drama.

At this time, Zhang Jiuding still has the decadence when he just stepped down as the head half a month ago, but it is a kind of powerless sickness, just like the feeling of being sick like a thread, his face is so pale that there is no blood, his eyes are hollow, he just stares at the one-eyed old man in front of him, his lips seem to be black after poisoning, and the continuous Qiqi and Hehe seem to be muttering something, but the voice from the throat is a vague whining, indistinct, completely lifeless and lifeless.

The one-eyed old man closed his eyes and muttered a series of obscure characters, even the closest condensation jade could not really hear it, and he didn't know where the dialect of each tone was.

Until the surrounding area fell into a strange silence, the tone of the one-eyed old man's mouth gradually rose very regularly, becoming more and more sharp, but it did not cause any reaction from anyone around, as if these people had not heard, but it caused the perched on the pavilion to flutter their wings and fly high, obviously unable to stand such a sense of noise.

The one-eyed old man still closed his eyes, and crossed his hands half a foot in front of his chest, forming a strange handprint that no one else understood.

Just because of this, the originally dignified surrounding air was instantly restless, like a river gushing into the pavilion, and even Han Youyu and the woman outside the pavilion were shaken.

Immediately after the ten fingers change, or bend or straight, or merge or divide, tightly intertwined, and the surrounding strength is a few points.

After that, the ten fingers change again, bending or stretching, or stretching or grasping, without any order, and the qi is like a substance that is more than before.

Printing after printing, printing fast like a seal, fingers like turning flowers, almost afterimages flying and weird.

It's just that the seal has been slowly formed for a long time, and it has become more and more obscure, and a layer of fine sweat has oozed from the one-eyed old man's forehead, although his breathing is still even, it is still getting heavier and heavier that others can hear, and his eyes, which are still slightly closed as at the beginning, have become a little trembling.

This is subject to the mysterious mudra of the Middle Earth but born out of the Taoist Buddhism pinch, different from the Middle Earth like the five elements of the fingers or blessing the body and mind, the Fu Ying seal technique is more cumbersome and complex, and the distribution is also very wide, can be the spirit of the forcible instillation of the spirit into a variety of unbelievable realms, this one-eyed old man who stirred up the storm in Fu Ying is one of the best, in this way is definitely the best of Fu Ying's bull ears. This method of Inca and one seal may only feel disorganized by others, but insiders know that it is dangerous inside, a gesture is not right or the depth is not only the failure of the seal, but even more will backfire on the owner, the light one loses his mind or is crazy or stupid, and the heavy one is not impossible.

What's more, this one-eyed old man, just this little bit of the situation, has added twenty-eight seals, and there is a tendency to continue to accumulate.

Although a few people around him didn't understand, they could also understand the danger from the usual words, seeing that their master's lips gradually lost their blood, like a crack that had not been drinking water for a long time, and the eyebrows gradually became tighter, and the speed of the hands was once again increased to a speed that others could not see clearly, not to mention the afterimage, all that could be seen was the blurred collision of the two hands, and the small range in front of the chest was also a dull sonic boom that appeared from time to time, shaking the clothes on the chest.

It was also at this time that the one-eyed old man suddenly opened his eyes, and his hands suddenly stopped and made the shape of the Buddha holding flowers, obliquely pointing at Zhang Jiuding opposite, and the surrounding boiling air machine that was as restless as boiling water instantly gathered at his fingertips, as if pulling something straight to Zhang Jiuding, close to his eyebrows and stopped, bent his fingers, and flicked.

As the one-eyed old man exploded with spring thunder in his mouth, everything returned to calm.

The one-eyed old man withdrew his hand, and took a few long breaths before opening his eyes and raising his sleeves to wipe his sweat.

"If you get one, you will lose one, I don't know that Zhang Weiji of Longhu Mountain can have a chance to do a modest contribution to my grand cause before he dies."

The few disciples and grandchildren next to him who were forced by the qi machine just now and did not ease their minds at the moment were naturally unable to answer, and even the condensed fat jade who slipped around on weekdays for fear of missing any flattery was also calming down the inner turmoil.

Got up and faced the woman who would never be despised because of her immature face, the two of them, who had never communicated with each other since they met, got up and walked out of the stone pavilion with Bao Hui Daoman.

"Have you fought with the Prince?" The first person in Fuying, who had mixed identities, walked slowly, going farther and farther.

The woman walked with her hands behind her back, keeping a proper distance from the former, "Yes, but after all, it is in the city, and because of the people on the streets, I can be sure that he did not exert all his strength. ”

Xiaohui Daoman is more than ten zhang away from Shiting, today is obviously different from usual, this official road connecting the capital and the eastern counties of Zhuzhou County is not many pedestrians, occasionally only a carriage passes, a few pedestrians in a hurry, that's all.

Since I don't care about why there are few people today, I said full of words: "Since seven years ago, this guy was ashamed to say that he would merge my kendo qi technique, and he has been staying in the palace to live in the palace to train that group of white-bladed righteous followers, and I don't know how to cultivate my skills, I thought you could try out one or two, and I can also do it in my heart, so that I can make arrangements as soon as possible..."

"After staying in Da Zhou for half a year, your brain is not easy to use?" The woman who spoke without rules and was not polite glanced at the old man and said disdainfully, "Or let the little girl of the general is confused with your brain?" ”

The old man who was calling for wind and rain in Fuying was slightly stunned, and he was not angry because of the other party's rudeness, but laughed and said: "How can you be like your mother, say something so..."

"Don't mention that crazy woman." The woman frowned and interrupted, "Two of the three requests I promised you have been completed, and there is another one, I hope you don't do the same as the previous time, let me rescue that cheap person in Ning Fat Jade, and cherish the only opportunity left." ”

Bao Huidao was full of smiles, if it weren't for the black hole hole in the eye sockets that added some weirdness, such an amiable appearance would not be like an idyllic rich man.

The old man, who had nothing to do with Tian Sheweng, said: "After all, that is the only pair of mother and daughter flowers in front of me, if you and your mother..."

In the fierce gaze of the woman opposite, Xiao Huidao changed the topic with full interest, and said, "I have already thought of the last request." ”

This made the woman's eyebrows frown deeper with a petite and immature appearance, and looked at this old man who seemed to be full of dirty affairs between men and women, "Bao Hui Daoman, you can't help but take me too seriously, just waste the only opportunity you have left, are you looking down on me?" ”

Yu Hui Daoman laughed and said, "Where is it, I want you to be the main stream of the Killing Pill all the time, can you agree?" ”

In fact, the woman whose identity was already about to come out looked at the travelers on the official road and did not speak.

Yu Hui Dao smiled, "How sure are you that you will win and forget your worries?" ”

It seems that she heard a big joke, and the woman who had been chased by Wage all the way to kill Baili couldn't help but laugh, "You don't understand or don't hear clearly, the two of me just fought for a short time, how do I know what he is capable of." ”

"One last request, Hanyu Kurumi, use your greatest ability to trap Waka and forget your worries."

The tone made people shudder, and the old man waved the sleeves of his robe and turned to leave.

The corners of Hanyu Walnut's mouth, which was already smiling, curled even more, and a touch of bloodthirsty weirdness bloomed on his immature face.

The coquettish old man who had led Fuying for thirty years looked at the disciples and grandchildren of the Eighteen Mile Pavilion, habitually raised his hand and rubbed the black eye sockets, and said in a plain tone that could not be more bland.

"Go, go into the city, kill someone."