The sound of gold and stone intersecting lingered in my ears, unusually harsh. Xiao Bai's eyes were full of fear when he looked at Xu Changan, and he ran to the corner and hugged his head with his little paws.

It had never seen Xu Changan like this, indifferent, bloody and a little fanatical.

Looking at the white mark on the top of the giant dragon's head, Xu Changan frowned, he picked up the sword in his hand and looked at it, and said to himself: "Is it so weak?

The giant worm raised its head, and let out a painful wail from its mouth, which contained a burst of rage.

Like the wishes of all the scholars of the Han Sect, they have been cultivating for hundreds of years and hope to one day leap into the Dragon Gate and become dragons.

Seeing the thunder coming, the day of the snake is coming. But what I didn't expect was that the person in front of him actually slashed a sword on its head that was about to grow horns.

When the horns are born, this is the symbol of its identity, and this is the gap between him and those low-level snakes.

The horn of Jiao is the dignity of Jiao, and it is also the dignity of Jiao that is about to turn into Jiao.

The dark green eyes of the giant snake are changing, and the dark green eyes that are like a pool of autumn water slowly turn into two burning rubies, and what is burning in the eyes is Xu Changan's figure.

Xu Changan was a little surprised, but still smiled disapprerovingly.

"I've heard people say something like that back then. He paused, glancing at the giant python, his eyes full of disapproval. Ling was in mid-air, looking down at the long sword in his hand.

"The anger of the ant is not called anger, he can only bark like a dog twice at most, and he can't even bite someone. ”

The giant snake seemed to understand his words, and became even more angry, breathing a little heavier, and between breathing and breathing, many stones were pulled back and forth.

"You will turn Jiao immediately, and you should also have some wisdom, if you are willing to be a mount for this kid, after knowing that he can resist the sword, how about I help you turn Jiao?"

Although Jiao is not as good as a dragon, it can be regarded as one of the most powerful beasts.

Whether it is a human or an animal, the stronger it is, the more important dignity is.

A dignified sub-divine beast, going to be a mount for a little kid in the realm of knowledge?

The giant snake roared in anger and substituted its tail for his answer, and it decided that the insulting man would be his food.

Although this person revealed a strange feeling at this time, he inexplicably changed from the realm of the Enlightenment to the realm where he could not feel the strength.

But so what? Cultivation is not an overnight thing, and it doesn't believe that anyone can instantly indicate strength. Unless, change someone.

Looking at the snake tail that swept over, Xu Changan sighed. Holding a giant sword, the wind slapped it lightly.

It seems that the wind is light, but this shot actually directly knocked the giant snake away. As if it had just thrown Xu Changan to the ground with its tail, its body and trajectory drew two curves in the air, and slammed it on the entrance.

There was a loud "boom", and countless pieces of rubble fell, blocking the entrance to the cave.

A giant beetle on the ground.

......

Chai Xintong suddenly heard a loud noise behind him, and turned his head to look at the cave.

There was a trace of doubt in the old monk's eyes, but he didn't think much about it, a quasi-Jiao would definitely not make a mistake in a comprehension realm.

Don't say one, even if you add him and Chai Xintong, the three of them go to fight this giant worm, and it's just to add vegetables to each other.

Chai Xintong's heart trembled, but he couldn't do anything.

Under normal circumstances, the results are obvious.

"Fang Cheng and the others weren't inside?" his voice was a little cold, although he already knew that this was all a trap, he was still a little unwilling and confirmed it.

The old monk looked sad, as if he was mourning for Xu Changan. Chai Xintong has always respected Buddhism, but at this time, seeing this old monk pretending to be a little disgusting, and even his opinion of the monk is slowly changing.

"The poor monk heard that there is a general mound on Chiyan Mountain, which is about to open, and there are great evil things in it, and the poor monk doesn't want so many people to go in and be poisoned again, so he invited you to come, originally he just wanted to trap you with blood bats and giant worms, but he really didn't expect ......"

His expression was very sad, as if his relatives had sailed west, and his voice was full of regret.

"Poor monks are people who practice Buddhism, how can they indiscriminately harm people's lives. As for Xu Changan's little benefactor, it was really an accident. The monk's face changed really quickly, and when he spoke at this time, he revealed a trace of sincerity. If you hadn't known his face, you would have thought that this was a master.

As for Fang Cheng and the other four donors, the poor monk arranged for them to go to another good place, don't worry. ”

Chai Xintong didn't speak, raised his hand, and the paper fan pointed at the old monk.

"I fanned the nameless people who did not die, although you are a false monk and treacherous and hypocritical, but people die like lights go out, everything is empty, and I will still set up a monument for you. ”

The old monk's face changed: "The poor monk and the donor have no grudges, so why bother the donor?"

"Moreover, did you ignore the safety of Master Fang waiting for you?"

Chai Xintong's face changed, and then turned to normal.

"Thank you for the kindness of the 'master', I will naturally look for the whereabouts of the four of them. ”

The old monk laughed: "Mr. Chai is so domineering, and it is not interesting for the poor monk to hide it, so it will be Mr. Chai's intention." Poor monk law number: Pushan. ”

Chai Xintong glanced at him mercilessly: "What a waste!"

Pushan smiled slightly, held the Buddha beads, and did not speak, but clapped his hands gently.

Under the hazy moonlight, the moonlight hit the entrance of the cave, and those blood bats had already been driven back to the cave by Pushan, and seven or eight figures sprang out of the woods in front of them, carrying wooden sticks on their shoulders, and a huge net bag dangling among the crowd.

The group of people walked respectfully in front of Pushan, seven or eight of them were all small bald heads, glowing with a faint moonlight.

They threw away the nets in their hands, bowed respectfully, and disappeared into the night. Chai Xintong could see that although these little monks had not reached the realm of enlightenment, everyone had more or less cleared some of the tricks.

Chai Xintong's face was solemn, and only then did he remember what Pushan said about the Blood Buddha Mountain.

This Ling An Mansion was right under his nose, and so many quasi-cultivators suddenly appeared, and as the temporary manager of the Confucius Temple, he didn't even know about it.

But he didn't dwell on the issue, and turned his gaze to the big net.

By the light of the moon, he could see clearly the four unconscious people in the net, as quiet as sleeping babies.

When he saw those little monks, Chai Xintong's face became very bad, he always thought that Pushan was just a person, he killed Pushan, and naturally he could find someone, but what he didn't expect was that the power of this Blood Buddha Mountain unconsciously infiltrated into Ling'an Mansion.

Pushan smiled, smiling proudly.

"Mr. Chai wants the poor monk who has already brought it. Pushan said half of his words and immediately stopped.

Chai Xintong naturally understands that Pushan is nothing more than bringing people to negotiate terms with him.

"What do you want?"

Pushan clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I'm afraid Mr. Chai can't do it for the life of a poor monk, but about the matter of the mound, I need Mr. Chai's help." ”

Chai Xintong asked rhetorically: "I said I will help you, do you dare to believe it?"

Pushan twisted the Buddhist beads back: "If Mr. Chai helps me, I can naturally keep the four of them safe; if Mr. Chai doesn't help, promise me a condition, the lives of these four people are not so important to the little monk." ”

"Say!" Chai Xintong had no choice, he thought of Xu Chang'an, who might have been buried in the belly of the snake at this time.

Although he usually doesn't pay attention, the master taught him: "A gentleman's promise, how can it be compared with a thousand gold?" When he was very young, the truth in the book was clearly written: "A gentleman's promise is to seek its success." Even if you die, you have no regrets!"

Since he promised to "live up to Xu Changan", even if Pushan wants his life at this time, he can only exchange his life for his life!

This is what Master has always told him, the pedantry of a scholar is also the character of a scholar!

"The grave is very important, for the sake of the Confucius Temple, why don't Mr. Chai let my blood bat bite a few bites?" said Pushan with a smile.

"Why do you convince me?"

Pu Shan asked rhetorically: "Do you have a choice? I don't dare to provoke the Confucius Temple, but what is the Fang family in this district?"

Chai Xintong was silent. The hand was in the shape of an eagle's claw, and when he sucked into the hole, a blood bat flew over involuntarily, and without saying a word, he pinched open the mouth of the blood bat and pressed it on the back of his hand.

Pushan smiled with satisfaction: "Mr. Chai is so courageous, but my blood bat babies have been hungry for a long time, so it is better for Mr. Chai to do another good deed." ”

As soon as the words fell, countless blood bats flew out and pounced on Chai Xintong's body.

Chai Xintong stood in place, motionless, straightening his waist.

"Mr. Chai is so courageous, but can the people of Ling'an Mansion know Mr. Chai's demeanor. Mr. Chai, see you in Dechun Lou tomorrow, these four people will be returned with both hands. ”

In the moonlight, dense blood bats pounced on a person, instantly drowning him, but his waist was very straight.

......

The next day, the Ling'an Mansion shook.

A ragged man, covered in blood, with a pale face, as if fleeing, walked towards Dechun Tower step by step.

He left a long trail of blood behind him, and his steps were staggering.

At the same time, on this day, the shopkeeper of Dechun Building drew his sword and walked to the place she had never wanted to go.

......

When the white-clothed man walked to Dechun Building in rags and covered in blood, and saw four people thrown at the door, he smiled happily.

"Xu Changan, if you are in the spirit of heaven, you also know that I will live up to you. After saying that, he leaned back and fainted.

Many years later, the child still remembers the situation.

When his family's usually personable gentleman fell at the door, the proprietress dressed in red, along with the accessories on the clothes, ran out and hugged her husband.

"Chai Xintong, you bastard, you don't live up to Xu Changan, but you promised the old lady that you would help the old lady open a few more Dechun buildings, what should I do?"

The proprietress who is resolute on weekdays cried so much that it rained.

"Chai Xintong, you can't die, even if you don't live up to others, what should I do?"