The bitter gourd-faced middle-aged man hugged the old maniac's thigh and cried.

"I've been waiting for a long time for the madman senior. When you left three years ago, you instructed me to guard one of the barriers of the white sails, and I didn't care about it earlier, so I threw this aside. Fortunately, a few familiar monks teased me, stole the fruits and melons I planted, and touched my buttocks. ”

"I knew it wasn't easy. ”

He sat on his knees and pressed his legs and continued: "Every month there will be a lot of demons lurking behind the barrier that can be seen, looking at me with their eyes open, and I can't sleep for a lazy sleep every day. I got up early and went through a series of processes, in order to feel at ease. ”

The old madman folded the white sail, put it underneath, sat on the book, looked at his precious apprentice, and said angrily: "Tell me in detail about the great events that have happened since I left. ”

The bitter gourd-faced middle-aged man didn't dare to hide it, and replied truthfully: "After you return to Zhufeng." Those evil spirits who hid in the depths and did not show their heads came out in groups to fight for food, and even launched an attack on the good souls hidden in Fufeng City. Each time it is to increase the intensity, and when it is more than that, it can be overwhelming, and the division of labor of the soul during the deepening period is different, some are responsible for climbing, some are pumping water to slay the dragon, and some of the old trees are pressed to swing the spring, swing out the flint soul, and burn the soul in the city. Many monks have magic weapons and luck to resist, but there are also cities that are broken, and people die and the lights are extinguished. A few days ago, I sat on the white sail boat and saw the flames raging in the distance, the territory of the waterfall demon dragons, and their screams are still in my head. ”

I held my heart down, and wandered carefully, and hid in the shadows to see the situation at the city gate, and saw only a few broken sleeves of his robes, stumps and broken arms, sebum and flesh and blood, and the withered monk kneeling on the ground, with a five-finger scratch in front of him, dyed red and white, and a branch stuck into his heart, and died of blood. Part of the blood flowed out along the foot of the city, and several big demon souls died, which were dragged out by several tree vines below, and their souls were scattered. ”

The old madman showed a hint of sadness and muttered, "There is the realm of the crest handle, and my old friend hates the wind. ”

The middle-aged man with a bitter gourd face pointed to a small wooden clock behind him, which marked the time of the child, the ugly time, the time of Mao, the hour of the hour, the hour of the hour, the hour of the hour, the noon hour, the time of the future, the time of the Shen, the time of the unitary, the time of the Xu, the time of the hai, twelve time turnover tables, the current time is only a thin stone swing, frozen in the time of the hour.

"The hour has come, and if you are not afraid of ghosts, you are afraid of ghosts, and I am afraid that they will learn to fight with us, and it will be difficult to do that. ”

The old madman naturally won't wait for the ghosts and evil to fight for the hegemony of Fufeng City again, if he had been in the past, he would not hesitate to sit on the boat and control the scarecrow in front of him against the enemy, but this is also the previous life, in the past few years, he has cultivated himself on the Tibetan Peak, and he has understood a lot of things after meditating for a few years, and many objects in the sword are a kind of phantom mirror image, if he accidentally touches a little, he will pull out the big monsters hidden at the bottom of the lake one after another.

A big thing to do now is to bring his precious apprentice back to life, resist the erosion from feng shui, and the drag of the end of the years, "Today, I'm afraid it's the last day of the year for mortal dust, right?"

Old Li Guoren responded: "Yes. According to the old calendar, there are 31 days in this month. On the last day, get rid of the dust, erase the distractions in your heart, welcome the arrival of the New Year, and have a reunion dinner. But this day is the middle of the night when ghosts are raging, and there will be slimy ghosts with the big demons, and only candles and fireworks can be removed. ”

The old madman sighed: "I used to sit under the silent night tree with wine, watching people drink and eat. Watching the old man bring his precious children and grandchildren to tell most of the personal travels, and with the fiery red window flowers, a stack of peanuts, melon seeds, fried beans, and rock sugar on the plate. Late at night, they gathered happily and quietly to listen to the call of the night, and the kind old man opened his mouth and told about his personal travel for most of the year, what naïve and luxurious, what scolded Fang Xuan, what sleek and reasonable, and smiled on the bridge of the nose of the world.

On the daylight of the New Year, push open the dusty old door, see the spirit tablets of the ancestors of the ancestral hall, and kneel down to worship. Running smiling immature children, holding firecrackers and picking sticks, at that time, I felt that this was the happiest and the most terrible time. ”

Li Shuishan squinted his eyes.

He also felt that it was the happiest, but he didn't feel it, and even the three of them felt warm, and spending this year in the immaculate world inside the sword was also a favor, but the old madman was extremely unwilling, in

Looking at the shattered side of the mirror, he gently touched the time of a cup of tea, returned to Bai Fan, and said, "Let's go to Fufeng City! ”

Lao Li Guoguo nodded.

In the end, the middle-aged man with a bitter gourd face sat on the book with a reluctant expression.

The old madman held Li Shuishan in one hand, blasted open the barrier with one punch, and sat on a floating white sail boat.

On the wooden frame, there is a grass shed above to resist the wind and rain, dark gray grass roots, neatly placed on it is not unique at all, the cable supported by wooden pillars, a triangular white sail is released, and a piece of white canvas folded neatly behind, which is only a few feet high at the stern, counting the stern of the pointed end, the paddle is attached to the level, controlling the gap between ups and downs.

Wandering in the endless ocean for a long time.

Li Shuishan looked at the endless sea and sprouted a deep and inextricable dilemma, this place was attracting him to sleep forever below, and was looked at by the old Li Guoren's open mind, all of which were contained in it, and a woman was sent to enjoy the smoke and rain with her.

Where in his heart would he think about women, he was alone, like an old madman.

The endless waterscape is really good-looking, and the flawless skylight will not have the dazzle of the sun and the seclusion of the moonlight.

Where there is light, all things can be seen, where there is water, where there is life, how can creatures be nourished, and where there are people, can people be regarded as people. A boat of wooden-framed huts carried three people, like a few guests who had lost their way in the river and happened to drift to a small island overgrown with grass.

On the island, the grass is covered with green cloth, sprouts, the bamboo pole is broken and falls to the ground, looking at the calm shore leaving scratches one after another, deep into a hundred feet, a hundred zhang small city morning fog dew, plastered with green tile fragments, each of which is glowing with smooth red oil, a kind of pollen on the sharp corners, will assassinate some shallow black fog.

Several middle-aged middle-aged people sitting upright, with bare wings, panting, as if experiencing a thrilling battle, embroidered with tattoos and tearing teeth on the tiger's body, bending the sword close to the body, smearing on the tiger's head, looking at the surging chest, shaking muscles, sat down soon after getting up and continued to look around.

When he saw the three figures disembarking from the boat, he was agitated, and he shouted with boos and cheers: "Someone is coming, the mother is a ghost, it looks like an old man, a young man, and a man can't see his face clearly." ”

The old madman patted the bow of the white sailboat, glanced at the scarecrow, shrunk and folded it into a paper boat, gently tucked it into his sleeve, and helped Li Shuishan to walk to the city gate, thorny puddles, and admired it all the time, as if to make a comparison of the battle here, many ghost marks were burned by the red fire, leaving a broken ghost shadow, three claws, a small head, red hair all over the body, and burnt marks.

On the city gate, a red-robed and blue-faced old man, holding a blue-branch sword, his arm trembled slightly, his head was wearing a pottery crown, and the figures in front of him who were extremely fist-hugging all withdrew a few steps away, and a pair of white-soled cloth shoes on his feet stepped on the stone bricks of the city wall to reveal the signs of flowers, and smiled at each other: "The people of the Tibetan Peak, the fruit people." ”

He laughed and raised his hand to signal, "Let go of the city gate, prepare the wine and food, Lao Tzu will welcome you." ”

One turned and walked away.

He paced down the wall, the city gate was hundreds, dozens of steps of thick stones, from a distance, Jing Mu was heavy and compacted, quietly looked at a little head less than three inches on the head, hung on it, randomly patted the clouds, whining horn blowing, roaring and roaring arm pulling the ban came, the fangs on it gnawed and scratched very clearly, a few shameful small flowers were slightly greedy, cat's eyes looked closely, before they had to open their bodies and expose their bones, and the dark clouds secretly retreated, attracting sparkling backwater.

The big sleeves hide the small sleeves slightly flattened, bow your head and greet them respectfully.

"The old decay should win, I heard earlier that the Tibetan Peak overhaul is tiller branch Xu Bi, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the ghosts and demons are filled with the army, for unification, countless battles, killing the enemy to stimulate the restart of the mercy, the sleeves of the blue robe hole is hidden, a flick of the magic weapon is innumerable, hidden, anti-water, patting, soft wind, Zilou, back to the Qing, ghost ink, all the genus of the mountain, all die You This cultivation is not enough to compare with the madman of other peak masters, offended thousands of ink mountain turtles, and sang all the way, old and rotten Hanbi? A single signature, I ask for the upper sign, you ask for the next sign, the mountain wind has changed, the change is the water and soil, the change is the wind tone. I really admire it, and I see you today

There are a few words too much. ”

The old madman blinked his eyes and landed close to his feet.

He said, "You deserve to win?"

The old man replied, "Exactly." ”

The old madman didn't say much, "Open the wind of hiding for me, and I will take my disciples to resist Cang Sui." ”

The old man snorted and said in a dumb voice: "Cang Sui, but the monster of fate is to intercept the bone marrow of life, extract the bones, break the soul, and will not wake up again from sleep, this kind of situation will only happen to the person of the Mandate of Heaven, how can you do it? Could it be that the disciple you hold is the body of the Mandate of Heaven?"

The old madman nodded, "That's right." ”

The old man scratched his head and said: "You are really crazy, the people of destiny must not be involved in karma, otherwise they will involve themselves, and it is possible to be wiped out, you can know the art of cursing people, invisible and speechless, falling on your body out of thin air, your body will fester, your eyes will be white, your hair will be black, your brain will be dead and dying, the three fires in your shoulders will disperse, the wind of cause and effect will blow away your thoughts, the sword of cause and effect will cut off your state of mind, and the light of cause and effect will take up all your memories and disperse." ”

The old madman said solemnly: "You can't open it?"

"Lao Tzu is in the sword, borrowing you to hide the use of your life, I owe you a favor. ”

The old man agreed without hesitation: "Okay." In a word, it is determined that the horse is difficult to chase. ”

Please open the door, the iron armor red stone green skin oil paper pasted on the charm of the devil and evil is dim, the green lotus flower sat dozens of young men in red robes, green sword white face, long hair draped, a sword of the green branch lightly put in front of the foot, quickly stretched out his arm to retreat, led a few people to come, the old Li Guo people are naturally too sensitive to the aroma of wine, after three smells, and feel that the flesh is soaked in fragrance, and push the step, the old madman's eyes are flat, and go straight to the key place, causing the surrounding cross-knee recuperation disciples are unhappy, there is a suspicion of opening the door to release the tiger, thinking that this person has previously touched the wind and sword, Luan Feng war drums, and the majestic posture of lying in the horizontal sand, he hesitated timidly。

Let go of the road, bluestone pavement, branches and egrets, green clouds on the green shirt, this sleep is a confused janitor, did not jokingly said: "The wind, this is one of the last places we missed." Once turned on, it won't be restored for a week. ”

"If you can't, you can't. Dang Ying said seriously.

The janitor squinted at him, even guessing, and sighed as he opened the door.

"You are the master, I am the auxiliary, and you say. ”

The moment the bluestone gate was opened, the surrounding water vapor rolled in, and there were not only many raw chickens and ducks roaring in the sky of the small island of Qingpu behind, which was prepared for those little monks who had not long entered the Tao to fight tooth sacrifices, and on the battlefield, there was no such thing as life and death.

The people who see it today have delicate clothes and flower crowns, black boots, and swords galloping, and the day after tomorrow they will land on the ground with swords and do not close their eyes.

It's scary, but it's true.

The old madman helped Li Shuishan to sit on the bluestone very skillfully, and then a wall was full of mist, the slightest cool, such as the ice spring flow of the mountain stream, the wall was eleven or twelve feet, narrow, the active texture of the water's edge, the green lines floated up, the milk through the snake print, and the breathing felt very refreshing, the old Li Guo people sat aside with a few people, the green door was not closed, and he said tremblingly: "I'm afraid that cause and effect are also involved." ”

Old Li Guoren said to himself: "What if you get it? Go against the sky, are you afraid?"

Dang Ying smiled: "Naturally I'm not afraid." ”

"Lao Tzu was born from his parents, how could he have been afraid of the power of punishment? When I was born, I was born with a vision, and the old peak who pinched his beard said that I would not succeed in my life, so what could I do? His short-sighted eyes can see my fate clearly, it is pure nonsense. I have come to this point, and others sincerely call me 'Fufeng Best Friend', "Be Win Zhigui". If you're afraid, how can you have the heart to enter the sword and struggle?"

Old Li Guoren listened to his nonsense, twitched his mouth, and replied, "Don't say it." ”

"I already knew what kind of person you were. You've known each other for more than a hundred years, and you're still talking to me big, and you're not afraid to kill your ambitions?"

"No, no, no. I tell the truth, the sun and the moon can tell. He twitched his lips as well.

"That's. ”

"If you have the heart, the three of us will definitely keep the old madman disciple, and let you see how much capital you have to fight against the forces above, do you dare?"

"Dare. ”