While Zhuo Yifan was thinking, the old woodcutter had already walked up to Zhuo Yifan, and his bottomless eyes inadvertently glanced at Zhuo Yifan, and then walked to the snow feather pine, took out a snakeskin bag from the bamboo basket with his backhand, and poured out the golden mud inside around the tree.

It seems to be some kind of fertilizer, but it doesn't smell bad, and it leaves a refreshing fragrance as it is poured.

"Huh?" After applying the fertilizer, the old woodcutter stared at Zhuo Yifan, suddenly muttered, and immediately walked around the snow feather pine, and said to Zhuo Yifan: "Young man...... You're still too impetuous. If it weren't for my Xiao Yu here, you would have gone to the underworld to see the king of Hades by now. ”

"What you're looking at is a little strange, I'm a little curious, I don't know if I can borrow a little old man to take a look?"

Zhuo Yifan was shocked in his heart, this old woodcutter knows how to go crazy, and he also knows how to communicate with Xue Yusong, he is definitely a cultivator!

Although he was very curious about the identity of the old woodcutter in his heart, Zhuo Yifan never changed his face, indifferently took out the turtle shell from his arms, handed it to the old woodcutter with both hands, and said, "Please give me advice." ”

"I'm just curious. The little old man has lived for so many years, and he doesn't know a few big characters. ”

Glancing at Zhuo Yifan, the old woodcutter was stunned for a moment by the young man's cheerfulness, and then grinned: "If you want to give advice...... I really don't dare to be it, but the little old man has lived for so many years, and he still has some experience in controlling his mood. When people are old, if they are still angry like when they were young, it is not good for their bodies, and I haven't lived enough for the little old man. ”

After speaking, the old woodcutter put the small axe in the bamboo basket and took the turtle shell with both hands. Stroke carefully. Immediately surprised. He glanced Zhuo Yifan up and down a few times, and suddenly said: "Young man, what a jade!

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan almost fell down, did he see the wrong person? This old man is only a mortal, if it is a cultivator, how can he say such shocking words? Zhuo Yifan secretly shook his head in his heart, firmly believing that this woodcutter is not an ordinary person: "The senior said that he was laughing. ”

"Hehe......" The old woodcutter meaningfully wiped the white stubble as he sent the turtle shell back. On the other hand, he said: "Your impetuousness is still easy to cure, and Xiao Lao'er can help you." Just ......"

Zhuo Yifan's eyes suddenly lit up.

"It's just...... I'm just afraid you don't want to. The old woodcutter looked at him.

"Senior, but it doesn't hurt to say!" Zhuo Yifan said excitedly.

"Okay, you wait......"

The old woodcutter looked at Zhuo Yifan with a smile, stretched out his hand and pulled it out in his arms, and finally took off the grass shoes and poured out a copper plate, and said with a smile: "My copper plate, buy your turtle shell." It can help you save yourself from impetuousness. ”

Zhuo Yifan was stunned when he heard this, glanced at the old man, and turned to leave. I murmured in my heart, could it be that this old woodcutter is just a madman? I really saw the wrong person?

Didn't take a few steps. Zhuo Yifan suddenly turned around, only to see that the old woodcutter had a look of joy and sadness on his face. Bent down to pick up dry firewood, as if nothing had happened just now.

Zhuo Yifan looked at each other with his chin, but the old woodcutter didn't care at all, he picked up the firewood and walked all the way, and only when he got close to Zhuo Yifan did he raise his eyes, and said in surprise: "Hey, young man, why are you here again? ”

Haven't you been standing here all the time?

Zhuo Yifan sighed deeply, only to feel that he really recognized the wrong person, what did he talk to an old madman for a long time?

The old woodcutter stared at Zhuo Yifan's distant back with pity, shook his head and said, "Xiao Yu, you also think it's a pity." Obviously a person who can go to the path of God, but he is stubborn. ”

Zhuo Yifan's body was stunned, and a danger of imminent death prompted his whole body to breathe wildly. Slowly turned around and stared at the old woodcutter: "Who is the senior?"

The vegetation around the wind of the wild majesty fell to one side. In the face of this momentum, the old woodcutter smiled indifferently, without the slightest discomfort, like a huge mountain, as if it did not move. The old eyes that seemed to have seen the changes of heaven and earth and the evolution of history, through a trace of desolation, said lightly: "You and I have run out of opportunities today, if you want to continue the frontier, it depends on your future creation." ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan didn't say a word, he regretted it very much, and regretted his sluggishness. But I know very well in my heart that this opportunity has been missed. Even if you force it, you won't get the way after all.

"Thank you, seniors. ”

Zhuo Yifan left four words. Slowly turned his back and never looked at the old woodcutter again. Slowly walked in the direction of Xuancun. This time, he went crazy and needed a long time to adjust his mood. Xuancun is undoubtedly an excellent place to go.

Thinking of Xuancun, he couldn't help but smash his mouth, and somehow, he suddenly missed the taste of Qingye tea a little.

"It's not hopeless......

The old woodcutter looked at the young man's back, and an imperceptible smile flashed on his old face. Then he pinched his fingers, secretly pinching something, and then his lips moved, as if he was transmitting sound.

Zhuo Yifan was stunned, and when he turned back, he found that the old woodcutter was gone. It's like the world has evaporated.

"Xuancun is in trouble, return to ...... quickly"

This sentence made him have no time to think about anything else. Immediately stood up, took one step at a time, and walked like flying.

……

At this moment, under the blood-colored remnant sun on the horizon, a hazy red glow poured down through the gap between the two giant mountains, making Xuancun silent in a red halo, as if it was some kind of omen.

At sunset, Xuancun Village is still peaceful, and each family brings out a long table to gather in the village to fight together, and then serve their own dishes to share with the villagers.

"Senior Zhuo said goodbye without saying goodbye, he hasn't returned for a few days, there won't be any accidents......" At the entrance of the village, several big men looked around.

Hearing this, Chen Fu shuddered at one of the big men: "What nonsense!" He immediately picked up the wine gourd, took a sip, and suddenly frowned.

At this moment, two figures floated down at the entrance of the village, like ghosts, without any sound. After a closer look, I realized that they were two old Taoist priests.

"Not good, notify the village, get ready for battle!"

Chen Fu has been cultivating the "Great Yan Tu", and his perception of danger is much more accurate, and he can tell at a glance that these two people are not good.

A big man listened to the order and hurriedly ran back to inform the villagers, while the remaining few people closed the fence and raised their bows to meet each other, looking at the two Taoist priests with wary eyes.

At the entrance of the village, the two old Taoist priests stared at these strong men, with a look of surprise in their eyes. But immediately, the look of wonder vanished, and was replaced by a deep contempt.

"How do I feel that someone in this village has cultivated spiritual power?" one of the younger monks raised a frown.

"Hehe, you Diao people, you also want to resist us and other immortals? The young Taoist priest said disdainfully, and then his face became calm, and he looked at the older Taoist on the side: "Senior brother, there is something strange in this village, do you want to scratch your tongue and ask first?" Talk to these wild people calmly, they don't know how powerful they are." ”

"It's all over to the junior brother. The old Taoist priest swept the dust, and said in a dignified manner.

As soon as the words fell, the young Taoist raised his hand and waved the dust to draw, a flash of spiritual light, a few hoops, the four fences at the entrance of the village that weighed only a few hundred kilograms were all lifted away, boomed a few times, and smashed to the ground.

Before the people of Xuancun could react, the young Taoist had already arrived in the dust, stepping on the breeze, shaking the dust and rolling up Chen Fu on the side, gently lifting him back, and throwing him at the feet of the old Taoist.

Everyone in the Xuan Village felt a sense of powerlessness, and as soon as they saw it, they knew that these two Taoist priests were not simple, they were definitely the strong men sent by the Jiang Wangfu, in order to avenge the last arrow.

"Do you think that when you get stronger, you will be able to fight with the immortals? The young Taoist sneered and stepped on Chen Fu's chest, Chen Fu couldn't bear the pressure, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"Hand over the so-called immortal behind you. I will spare you from dying. The old Taoist priest spoke indifferently.

"What immortals...... We don't know each other. Old Village Chief Lu stepped forward tremblingly.

"Old fellow, shut your mouth!" The young Taoist's face was full of fierce light, and a whisk of dust was pumped over, and the old village chief Lu flew up, and a large piece of blood spurted out of his mouth.

"Village Chief!"

A large group of people rushed up at the entrance of the village, and several strong men surrounded the old village chief in the center, looking at the old village chief with red eyes, covered in blood and water, at a loss.

"Don't worry, the old guy is hard-hitting, and he can't die. Just to teach him a lesson. The young Taoist who made the shot laughed: "I am different from the group of guys who rebelled, hand over the pseudo-immortals behind you, and I can ensure that you are safe and sound, and the weather will be smooth every year." ”

The people of Xuancun glared at them angrily, and several strong men grabbed their weapons and planned to go up and fight hard.

"Stop!" the old village chief clutched his chest and coughed violently.

"If you want to die, I will fulfill you. The young Taoist was unscrupulous and shouted loudly.

"Don't! If you want to kill, kill the old man, don't touch the children in the village!" the old village chief roared in pain.

"That's not up to you!" The young Taoist has a murderous nature, and when he saw someone taking the initiative to find death, he naturally refused to let go.

With a snort, he immediately jumped up and rushed to kill with a hurricane.

"Don't!" the old village chief's eyes lit up, and he fainted with grief.

"Phew!"

Suddenly, a piercing sound sounded from the sky, and an invisible pillar of qi pierced from afar, emitting terrifying spiritual pressure and piercing the void.

The young Taoist with a fierce face in his hand suddenly opened his eyes to the extreme, frightened to the extreme, and instantly roared.

"Poof. ”

However, the sound immediately stopped abruptly. He froze in midair, his hands resting on his chest in disbelief. At some point, there was an extra fist-sized hole of blood, from which blood was dripping continuously.

At the critical moment, a figure appeared silently, and under the ghost face, there was a cold and extremely cold aura, which made people shudder.

"You...... What people!"

No matter how stupid the old Taoist priest is, he suddenly understands at this moment that this person in front of him is the master of killing his junior brother and invisibly terrifying.

"Are you looking for the old man, is there something wrong?" Zhuo Yifan looked at the old Taoist priest, and sneered under his ghostly face. (To be continued......)