There are more than 70 people in Xiantian Village, which is already a large village nearby.

But in recent years, the Xianmen has collected disciples too frequently, and the people have paid taxes for ten loads of fragrant rice and nine of them, and there are goblins in the mountains and fish monsters in the rivers, so they really can't save money.

The old village chief held a jar of silver bills and tried to laugh: "Grandpa Immortal, I have made up my filial piety, you can take a look at ......"

The male cultivator was furious, kicked the old man out of the foot, and hit the big tree at the entrance of the village.

This kick was not trivial, the old man's ribs were broken, and his mouth was suddenly bleeding.

The male cultivator scolded: "You Diao people, you planted the land of Xianmen, ate the water of Xianmen, and lived a good life, but now you are pushing back one by one, and you are treacherous and slippery!" Hmph, if you can't come again, don't blame me for turning my face and being ruthless! ”

The villagers didn't dare to be angry or speak, the old village chief covered his chest and threw himself on the ground and kowtowed: "Grandpa Immortal is angry, I'll go to Xiang again, and then go to Xiang." ”

The male cultivator felt a little more comfortable, and he knew that it was not okay for these people not to be frightened, so he relaxed his face and said: "Hmph, okay, let's go quickly, I'm not such a ruthless immortal, you have collected the money, I will still bless your village." ”

The old village chief kowtowed: "Yes, yes, the immortal grandfather is magnanimous, but it's just a jar of gold......"

The male cultivator interrupted: "Money and wealth are mundane things, and they are harmful to people, and this immortal is not to save you to bear these sins for you." ”

"That's it, if you really can't get it together, I see that there are a lot of young babies in your village, sell a few, and regenerate them in the future, isn't it the same?"

The old village chief's face was ashen, and his lips trembled and he couldn't speak for a while.

At this time, the male cultivator felt something, and looked at the villagers gathered together, and there was a five or six-year-old child inside, although his face was painted black, his skin and flesh were very white, and he was chubby, staring at him.

The male monk said: "That ...... over there"

The old village chief suddenly cried: "Immortal grandfather, we ...... this gold"

The male cultivator turned around and scolded, ordering that it must be done tonight, the old village chief nodded again and again, and asked someone to carry him away, not knowing what way to go.

The villagers took the medicinal herbs and spontaneously gathered at the old village chief's house, and the village doctor rushed over to see him, shook his head and said, "Shouyibo, I can't save you." ”

The old village chief sat up by himself: "Cough, the old man is this age, and if he dies, he will die." ”

"Come, let the men of the family come over, I have something to say."

The villagers' eyes were red, the catastrophe came, but there was no more words, the women hid with their children in their arms, and the men of the family entered the hall with calm faces.

The old village chief coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood foam and looked around: "Today's plan is not good, children, Makita Village, Xintian Village, is to sell people and sell nothing, sell children today, sell wives and land tomorrow, and finally sell ourselves, we can't take this road." ”

Young man, you look at me, I look at you, gritting his teeth: "Village chief, what you say, we will do it!" ”

The village chief took out a bamboo tube from under the bed: "For today's plan, it is the best policy to go, our village has seventy-six people, each going to one, go out to hide, hide for ten days and half a month, and then come back." ”

Someone said: "But the village chief, it is a capital crime for good people to abandon the fields and flee." ”

The village chief was silent for a moment and sighed: "So we can only go halfway, it is not considered to abandon the field, and the old man will draw the lot first, and the black one will stay, and the red one will hide out." If they die, the fleeing will come back in the future, collect the corpses for us, and put incense on them. ”

Xue Cuo saw many people enter the village chief's house, and after a while, he came out with a bamboo tube, and the old people in the village spontaneously went to draw lots.

The village chief was moved to the bamboo chair at the door, and his eyes searched around and saw Xue Cuo.

Xue Cuo was thoughtful all the way, and was also looking for him, and walked over: "Grandpa, don't move, I'll draw a talisman for you." ”

The village chief coughed a few times: "Baby, no." ”

Xue Cuo didn't speak, lowered his head and drew a Gathering Talisman, folded it and pasted it on the old village chief's chest.

The old village chief's stiff and tight expression relaxed, and he said, "Half a cake for half a life, this cake is too worthwhile." ”

Xue Cuo's expression was not as lively as just now, frowning, preoccupied, and his smart eyes were as silent as pools of water: "Grandpa, you say, what kind of way is cultivating immortals?" ”

A hint of discoloration flashed in the old village chief's eyes, Xue Cuo was indeed not an ordinary person, but his calculation was just to help Xiantian Village form a good fate, not to hurt Xue Cuo.

He smiled bitterly: "Baby, I don't know about this, you should also leave quickly, go back to your father, Daze is dangerous, don't run around." ”

Xue Cuo shook his head, looked up at the sky, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the entrance of the village.

A five- or six-year-old child is less than the waist height of an adult man, but there is a faint sense of oppression: "No, I'll reason with him." ”

Village.

The male corrector was meditating, and suddenly his mind was touched, and he looked at the only road in the village.

There was a child on the road, about five or six years old, whose face was darkened, but the rest of the skin was fair and shiny, revealing an aura.

The male cultivator glanced up and down, and when he got up, he had a pleasant face and said with a smile: "I said that when I went out today, the magpie called, and I met such a small Taoist friend, little Taoist friend, where are you from?" ”

Xue Cuo tilted his head, and his tone was flat: "Your face has become so fast." ”

The male cultivator touched his face and frowned: "Oh, Xiao Daoyou's tone is not good, but what misunderstanding did you have about me?" ”

Xue Cuo walked to the opposite side of the male cultivator and looked up at him, the male cultivator's face was sallow and with a kind smile, he took the initiative to squat down.

Xue Cuo was at eye level with the male cultivator, and he was also a little uncertain, so he made a gesture.

"I want to ask what kind of Dao method you cultivate?"

The male cultivator said: "I am a disciple of the Qingping Sect, and what I have learned is the Taoism of the Qingping Sect. ”

Xue Cuo nodded: "I know, Qingping, Zhengye, why does that Dao brother want to bully mortals?" ”

The male cultivator was very surprised, and then suddenly, he said softly to Xue Cuo: "Little Daoyou, you wait here for a while, I'll come back after a trip." ”

Xue Cuo hugged his arm and nodded suspiciously, his brows still did not relax, the male cultivator went away, the speed was extremely fast, and he came back after a while, with a peaceful and gentle smile on his face: "Little Daoyou, but are you in a hurry?" ”

Xue Cuo shook his head: "No hurry," he suddenly wrinkled his nose, and his face changed: "What a heavy smell of blood." ”

The male cultivator grabbed him and was about to say something, but Xue Cuo suddenly pushed him away, hung up a wind talisman and ran towards the village.

The silence of the village is unusual.

Xue Cuo's footsteps became slower and slower, and he walked all the way to the village chief's house and stood at the door in a daze.

Suddenly, a pair of hands blindfolded him, closed the door, and the male cultivator said, "Little Daoist." ”

He just wanted to say a few words of comfort, when suddenly his palms were cold, and he let go of his hand in surprise, and met his eyes with a pair of gurgling water.

"Why did you kill ...... Kill ......"

The male cultivator's expression froze for a moment, and he smiled, although he did not have a high status in the Qingping faction, he had always liked children, but on weekdays, the tutors and brothers were all in charge of the senior brothers and sisters, and it was rare for him to meet an ignorant fellow practitioner, so he couldn't help but be impulsive.

Although I don't know where the little Taoist friends in this construction period came from, they are both Daze monks, so they are naturally in the same breath.

He bent down and educated: "Little Daoyou, I'm afraid you came out to play for the first time, and you were bewitched by Diao Min, and they told you that my words of bullying them were too rebellious, and no matter which immortal gate you put in, you will inevitably end up like this." ”

Xue Cuo swung his fist at the male cultivator, and his voice trembled: "I asked why you wanted to kill!" ”

The male cultivator was taken aback, floated and then took half a step back, but Xue Cuo was only in the realm building period, so naturally he couldn't hurt him.

Xue Cuo even used a few pieces of rune paper, which were dusted off by the male cultivator.

The male cultivator is already in the spiritual void realm, two realms higher than Xue Cuo, and between the realms and the realms, it is like a heavenly moat.

Xue Jian went to the lake to cool down, and he was not by Xue Cuo's side, so he had nothing to do with male cultivation.

The male cultivator said very sadly: "Little Daoist, those Diao people confuse you so deeply, if you let your parents know, I'm afraid they won't let them die so well." ”

"You talk nonsense! You killed someone! You still want to lie to me! ”

The male cultivator dodged a thunderbolt talisman, and he didn't know why: "Little Daoist, it was they who died, what does it have to do with you, you can't be deceived by those mortal insects!" ”

Xue Cuo chased after him, and when he saw more and more corpses that fell to the ground, his heart was shocked like never before, his eyes were all blood-red, and he cried: "I, I hurt them." ”

The male cultivator was shocked by Xue Cuo's expression, and was puzzled: "Little Daoist? ”

Xue Cuo wiped his tears and suddenly took out a talisman.

Xue had only drawn one of that kind of rune paper, and he vaguely felt the danger, so he had never used it.

The pale blue rune paper emitted a shimmer like lapis lazuli, a wisp of obscure ancient Dao rhyme fluctuations.

Night fell suddenly, as if someone had gently plucked the piano of heaven and earth.

Duh-

A flashing Dao image appeared behind Xue Cuo.

A woman who was sleeping with her eyes closed opened slightly.

"Ho!"

The rune paper spontaneously combustifies without wind.

The back of the male cultivator's neck was cold, creepy, he drew his sword and looked around, and his expression became solemn and gloomy: "Incense and evil ways?!" Good evil obstacles, I said that you don't understand the difference between mortals and immortals, you are not the heir of immortals, you are actually a little devil cub, today I Xiao Dongping also want to eliminate the demon guard! ”

Xue Cuo raised his eyes, his black eyes were blue, as if surging the water of Daze, countless whirlpools faintly appeared in the water, his small body was majestic, like an incomparably ancient statue, his face was not sad or joyful, and there was no mercy in his eyes.

From the countless blood flowing in the village, extremely thin golden points of light flew out, and the resentment of the people who were killed was dying all converged on Xue Cuo's blue eyes.

The male cultivator was first startled, and then swung his sword: "Evil demons are outside, don't be afraid!" ”

Xue Cuo raised his hand, his little hands were pointing together, and under the pressure of the rune paper, blood was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his hair exploded: "Killing people pays for your life, I want you to die!" ”

The male cultivator wielded a sword with all his might, and his strength could break the mountains and rivers.

But just listen

Duh.

The blisters break and the water solidifies.

The male cultivator's body cracked inch by inch, and his gaze changed from frightened to unbelievable, and then to strong unwillingness, looking at Xue Cuo: "You." ”

Boom.

Flesh and blood blur.

Xue Cuo fell to his knees, his body uncontrollably crashed into a broken clay altar at the entrance of the village, and he fainted.

In the night, two bucket-sized, black-handed shadows carried a tattered sedan chair into the village, looking left and right.

Two shadows, you to the left and I to the right, almost fought, one of them dragged the other shadow, uh-huh, the two shadows walked towards Xue Cuo together, clapping their hands and feet happily.

And the other side.

Xue Jian soaked in the lake for a night, and finally stopped being hot, so he went to find Xue Cuo slowly.

And the disciples of the Qingping faction, who had collected the offerings and disciples and gathered together, found that the life lamp of some disciples had gone out, and they were shocked: "Something happened, go and invite Senior Brother Xiaofeng!" ”