Mr. Churchey saw the broken soul of the green dragon fly back with him, and go with the little green dragon to return to the Lock Dragon Well, that is, to continue to suppress the evil creatures of the Ethereal Hall, which cannot completely dissipate in the world for decades, centuries. There are many paintings in his room, but the wind silkworm escaped only a corner of the painting, disappearing into the nameless city.

After all, the green dragon is an ancient dragon soul, with a long lifespan, and it cannot be compared with a hundred years, so it can only guess that it has seen the sunset as before, and has seen most of the changes in the world, with indelible vicissitudes.

The little green dragon waited quietly in the snow, expecting its mother to return.

When the green dragon was around the soul, the snow dragon roared, to embark on that road to pursue the three clans that had left, the blood marks on its tail, missing the flesh that was eaten by the fat catfish, the wind and snow gradually melted, it knew that when the snow completely degenerated, it was it, when it perished, it made a shocking and miserable sound. It could have stepped on the top of the three waterfalls and became the first carp dragon to step out.

When all the white fish went up with him, fell down the waterfall miserably, and died in front of it, it kept crying, and did not seize such a good opportunity in front of it.

The wind and snow blew its body, ignoring the obstruction of the green dragon, and continued to rush in, seeing the two stone figures, swimming away angrily.

The three-fingered stone man raised his finger and pressed his tail, causing his originally thick smell of blood, more and more wind and snow to accompany its arrival, blowing the stone mill.

The stone man with the tip of a ceramic spear in his chest stepped out, jumped up with a bang, and hammered down fiercely, making the dragon body in his original hand even more blurred flesh and blood, and finally a head was stained with the mysterious place they had just entered. But it was hammered to the heart with a fist, the painful wail, and the sound of calling echoed to the empty realm of the nameless city, and the green dragon couldn't bear to leave directly, and called it with a dragon chant outside, so that it could change its mind.

But it was too late.

The dragon scales of the snow dragon were torn off piece by piece by the stone man with the tip of the ceramic spear on his chest, and angrily tore it into a blood dragon, and dragged it to the stone mill fiercely, becoming nourishment.

Qianshan Daoist raised his head and sighed: "I don't know if the 'carp leaping over the dragon gate' is a legend, although it turned into a dragon in the snow, but it did not cross the top of the Ping Lake. What we can't see, let's take it as real! This place may be in the next few decades, and there will be white fish who will continue to explore and see the authenticity. ”

Listening to the miserable roar of the snow dragon, the green dragon circled a few times and returned, his response was full of sorrow, and the people of Qianshan Dao could read what it said, "They all passed smoothly, and the next step is up to them." Look at the creation. ”

But he sighed, "Don't be entangled, the snow dragon is too young, and there is no power to fight back in the hands of the stone man, everything is just fate!"

Hearing this, the green dragon hugged the little green dragon to keep warm, this snowy night was not too cold for them, but it saw a little trembling.

An oooh sigh came from the snowdrift, and the tattered old man stood up, touched his cuff, and stretched

"Are you ready?"

"In my dreams I saw Mr. Churchey perform Pisces Avenue again, but it was too intense and I didn't look too closely. ”

"Hey, why is there no one anymore?"

"They won't sneak away behind my back, will they?"

"Did you see Mr. Church, old man?"

"What's wrong with you, Da Qinglong, why are you injured? ”

"Hey, I'll ask you, that kind of stupid boy. ”

No one was willing to answer him, there were many people sitting in the snow, meditating, and maintaining their body temperature, while Lang Qingyun opened his eyes and quietly looked at the road that was about to disappear, and he muttered: "Master, you must go out." ”

......

This mysterious place, the fragrance of flowers and plants, and the water flowing in the stream, made everyone who was originally frightened couldn't help but stop.

There were a few small yellow stones beside the straw pile, and the mud was wrapped in it, and the water not far away wiped off the smooth surface, and the birds that were cheering and chirping chirped and said that a half-bald old man with smoke inside, dressed in straw clothes, looked at it a few times, and asked very politely, "Who is it?"

Mr. Churchey was confused: "Church. ”

The half-bald old man stood aside with a broken bowl in his hand, pinched the dozing bird, threw down an egg, put it in a bowl with water, and made a fire in full view of everyone, and said nothing, without asking where they came from or where they were going.

The scene of Mr. Churchey's entry here is different from that of many years ago, the half-bald old man is unknown, he ignores them intentionally or unintentionally, but he does not speak, and when he is about to clench his fists to ask, he sees him raise his head, his eyes calmly look at Mr. Churchey, and directly spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The half-bald old man smiled: "This is your cause and effect, this injury will not recover in a hundred years." ”

When he smiled again, he stretched out his hand and called, "Little friend, come." ”

Everyone stood still, for fear that the next person to shout would be himself, and his eyes were on Li Shuishan, who was holding a peachwood sword in his hand.

He smiled and said, "It's you, come." ”

Li Shuishan walked slowly in front of everyone, clasped his fists and bowed: "What did the seniors call me? I don't know the seniors. ”

The half-bald old man touched the peachwood sword in his hand and said, "A little peach blossom seems to be in shape, bending his eyebrows and bending his waist to remember the old love." ”

"Would you like to give me this sword?"

Li Shuishan frowned, shook his head and said, "This sword, don't give it away." ”

The half-bald old man asked, "You have three swords, why can't you give me one?"

Li Shuishan does have a silver sword and a bronze sword on his back, but this peachwood sword is the most touching, but because of that catastrophe, he has indelible memories in his heart, his fairy sword has become three small swords, each sword has extremely important significance, and what the woman said seems to be to the peach blossoms on this sword. if

I gave it to someone else, as if I had lost something.

He shook his head, "Senior, the three swords mean a lot to me, no, this matter is still not negotiable." ”

Mr. Churchey wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his heart trembled, afraid that Li Shuishan's words just now would stimulate him, looking at Li Shuishan's resolute expression, he thought for a while, and sighed secretly in his heart, the half-bald old man sighed, "Alas, I have nothing to do with it, it's just that." ”

Mr. Churchey breathed a sigh of relief at this.

"Then I have a question for you. ”

Li Shuishan didn't expect that there would be such an elegant old man here, but he had never known him, but seeing Mr. Churchill's shocked expression for the first time, he had to agree, "Senior, please ask." ”

"If I had three axes, one of stone, one of gold, and one of wood, which one would you choose?"

It's not a difficult question, but it's also difficult.

There is no simple introduction to this question, just asking how to choose the three axes, and the prototype of the axe, a golden axe has a sense of luxury and grace, usually people do not appear at all, overkill, beyond the actual use of reality, completely inconsistent with Li Shuishan's thoughts; He shook his head and refused, although the stone axe was too ordinary, similar to the previous use of the human race, when he did not discover the iron smelting, he touched his head, sharpened the end of the stone chip, and made the desired cutting tool, the stone axe still has some effect.

He thought for a while, and when the half-bald old man unskinned the bird's egg, he smiled and listened, "Stone axe!"

"Oh, are you sure?" he asked again.

Seeing a helpless expression on his face, "Everything is the beauty of what you think." It's not a good thing to have a smooth road, and it's not a good thing to have a tortuous road, so what's the use of thousands of mountains and rivers?"

"Let's go. ”

Everyone looked at the old man who stayed where he was, and raised his hand to point in the direction of his right shoulder. I don't know if it's a wonderful, refreshing outside world, or a fierce and evil place.

Li Shuishan turned back again and asked, "Senior, what do you mean?"

The half-bald old man kept his mouth shut.

He had no choice but to leave with the remaining dozens of people, and go to the place where he pointed his finger.

The half-bald old man wept silently while eating the bird's eggs, "Why is this?"

"It's obviously the wrong choice, I can't stop him, that path is different. Alas. ”

Looking at the three axes at his feet, they turned into a bubbling murderous existence, and the stone axe disappeared in place, bubbling with a shocking murderous aura.

.....

This asked the axe, the old man asked which way to choose the stone axe, the wooden axe, and the golden axe, and Li Shuishan replied that the bald old man was the choice of life, which was revealed too early, this is a big foreshadowing, but also a turning point, and the follow-up 'travel scroll' formed a response, so stay tuned.