When the table of good wine and good food came to Ying, it naturally caused Lao Li Guoren to be a little greedy, so he said: "Food, let Zangsheng taste it first." ”

The old madman frowned and said, "What, do you want to send him a decapitated meal?"

Old Li Guoren hurriedly explained: "No, no, how can this be the meaning." We are all old guys who have been in the sword for a long time, even if you and I go out and come back, except for the health breath on our bodies, we are still old people here. The first time Tibetan students came, there was still at least the hospitality gift. ”

When Win nodded, he personally brought a bowl of sake and put it in the corner of the stone table, and the old madman personally picked it up and put it to his mouth and asked, "Do you want to drink?"

Li Shuishan shook his head, and the corners of his mouth were dry and bloody.

The old madman asked again, "What do you want to eat?"

Li Shuishan raised his arm with difficulty and took a fancy to a piece of green-skinned melon and fruit, clicked it, and the old Li Guoren personally sent it over, put it in his mouth, clicked and chewed it gently for a while, exhaled and panted, rested for a while, and continued to eat.

Seemingly poor clothes and food, but it is difficult to arouse his jade hope, swallowing stiffly, smiling reluctantly, this whole table of meals, roasted chicken fat noodles are tempting, steamed tofu is delicious and fragrant, a few potato chips, a plate of peanuts and rice made up of a simple recipe, it is indeed enough to support a few people who drink for pleasure, serve wine and touch the bowl, but can't laugh, no matter how beautiful the meal is, it is not enough.

The monk has long been unable to taste the taste of mortal food, but as a souvenir to relieve the bitterness in his heart, this hospitality gift is still there.

Waiting for the time to pass, cleaning up the leftovers, the old madman didn't have a mental calculation of how long there was, got up and stood in front of the small stone house, looked at the bluestone for a while, looked up at the sky where the nebula could not be seen, took a breath, turned around and walked back.

The ten fingers on Li Shuishan's chest were completely deep in the flesh, and the pain of touching the rib bone followed, and he tore his blue robe fiercely, but he was held down by the old madman with one hand, and he was sitting up.

With one hand, he pointed out three marks on his robe, the upper part is around the arms, the middle is the navel position, and the lower part is near the crotch.

"Hopefully my luck will help him resist some time. ”

He sat cross-legged on the ground, pinched his hands, and took out the ice furnace from his sleeve again, and the ugly beast sitting in it was thrown out, revealing its three legs, white whiskers, spitting out sticky silk, blooming its blue wings, and releasing the breath of ice, the old madman's eyes were burning, and he pointed at his little head, and said softly: "Smoke furnace, the wind rises, twist the cold and icy leaves." ”

The ugly beast roared, and its body became larger, expanding several times as the ice furnace rotated, hovering in the palm of the old madman's hand, absorbing into the thin lines of the robe, and transforming into a kind of ice water texture.

The next moment, it appeared on Li Shuishan's robe, and countless cracks extended from his back to his collar, all over his body.

The old Li Guoren looked at each other calmly, he took out a dried fruit core from his sleeve, gently crushed the appearance, revealing the fruit hidden deep inside, this is a red-fleshed texture of the villain, with a round head, a white hair growing on it, straight limbs, and a green bud growing on the navel, with his fingers lightly pinched, thrown into Li Shuishan's mouth, with a bang, the whole hut burst into full life.

Dang Ying was surprised: "So forbearing? What are you doing with hundreds of years of little flesh and fruit people, and you even threw out your own kid?"

Old Li Guoren glanced at him with disdain, "You kid." ”

Then he asked rhetorically: "You don't try your best, let me see what good treasure you are hiding." ”

When Win coughed, he was naturally not to be left behind, his palms were raised, the two palms were closed, and a blue light appeared, wrapped in a thin layer of paper, which was gently pushed away by him, revealing a deformed stone, which looked nothing strange, but when he pinched it, it was sunken, revealing a small green cloud, and was guided by him to revolve around Li Shuishan, "There is no good baby in the bottom." But there are still good things that are useful to him, this cloud is a paper cloud, a thing that attracts spirits, when his mind is blocked, it can help him break through the shackles of the outside world. But there is a time limit. ”

Li Shuishan half-squinted his eyes and showed a hint of a smile.

The time has come.

The old madman sensed that something was wrong, and said solemnly: "Zangsheng, don't sleep, don't sleep." Waiting for you for the teacher, waiting for you for the teacher

Okay, I'll take you to learn the three methods, and dominate the sword. ”

Li Shuishan's eyelids drooped, coughed, and the old madman's right eyelid jumped, looking at him and breathing shortly.

In the midst of a white glow and night, there was only black and white, and he saw a scene that hung like a crack, sliding like a curtain. There was a young man who could see the light of day, and there were countless children in his eyes who looked at him with smiles and whispered, "Sleep, sleep, this is your home." ”

"There is not so much noise and chaos here, only a parallel and intertwined interface, there are countless children and teenagers who accompany you to visit, you can't see any broken flowers and willows, frozen people, you can't see anything you can't see. You will sleep. Go to sleep. ”

The children, laughing heartily, with their eyes open, looked at a dark world, where there were no dark clouds or bonfires, only dark figures, and the sunlight on the back, so that he stood in the middle like a black and white man, white on the front and black on the north.

No one's call came into his ears again, he felt the pain and tearing clearly this time, there was no more slumber and ignorance of the last time, and the flickering memories lingered in front of him, like a galloping horse, which would not stop its hooves. The brilliance of the future pulled up a white mang's axis, gently swaying the horizontal line bordering, fluctuating and bending darkly, showing the undulating feeling of swinging on the line, and gradually chaotic.

This chaos is the world in Li Shuishan's eyes.

What disturbs me is the feeling of the heart.

Numb his mind.

But in the gradually closing eyes, the creases that belong to the years, the time of dawn, the time of falling valleys, seeing the afterglow diffused in the cascading aperture, like the sudden shrinkage of the pupils, belongs to the destination of the starry sky, but it is not the starry sky, it is a rising splash, a magnificent night.

The old madman raised his finger and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and the blue silk of the robe on his body was instantly draped, rushing and kneading, just to pass on the coldness of the ugly beast's wings, and a piece of green leaf pinched out of thin air was handed to its mouth, gently biting, and a delicate blue light appeared, and he roared vigorously, "Zangsheng, open your eyes to Lao Tzu." ”

He raised his fingers and brushed it from his robe, taking away all the blue intentions, and gently waved it on Li Shuishan's robe, which suddenly erupted, making him raise his eyes slightly, and the momentum of the old Li Guoren's body rose suddenly, his fingers were tightly clasped, and the green shoots that entered his mouth were broken, taking on the vitality of the pointed ends, and they were continuously transported, forming a route that was sucked off the wall.

It's an invisible barrier.

The green clouds floating around him pinched, swayed up and down, and repeatedly tempered the aura to diffuse, but he couldn't inhale the aura in the air three inches away, Lao Li Guoren's heart trembled, and he used his fingers to recast, but in the second encounter the same situation, the tip of the bud bent like a burning candle flame, slightly prostration, and the drainage aura could not lead to it, he pinched the wine jug and took a sip of wine, and then took a sip and sprayed it in the air, like a transparent glass block.

His face was pale, and when his fingers trembled slightly, he drank wine to attract the spirit to absorb.

When Win's face trembled, Qingyun kept circling around Li Shuishan, but the undulating swinging posture was completely uncontrollable, until his palm was pushed hard, only then did he find that his skin began to fester, a little bit of marks on his body were exposed, and the blue robe on his body was diluted like the blue of shallow water.

There seemed to be a big mouth in his body that was constantly absorbing the aura of the sprouts, and the vitality was completely absent from his body.

Obviously, their magic weapon is useless.

The old madman raised his palm and wanted to touch Li Shuishan's body, but he was blocked by an invisible barrier, suspended three feet away, looking at the gradually festering body, trembling his body, "Zangsheng! I want you to live, I want you to stay to revitalize the majesty of Zangfeng, and let you drink a warm bamboo forest wine with your master, my only apprentice, you open your eyes and take a look at your master." You wake me up!"

The old man who was tired of playing with his face was now with vicissitudes of life, bent his body, looking at the young man who was about to close his eyes, he raised his middle finger slightly, and continued to be silent, his thin body, revealing ruthlessness.

The ten fingers of his chest collapsed and sank into his ribs, and he shook his body in pain, but he couldn't open his eyes, the world in his eyes was like a darkness, but there was still a residual light, and he snorted weakly, extremely sad

pain, the rate of decay accelerates.

But in front of several people, the aura reversed, and there were winding cracks one after another, straight to the wall, as if collapsing, and before the old Li Guoren's fingers could touch it, the flesh and blood between them began to fester, and he muttered: "The curse of the old age." ”

The old madman's robe was in tatters, and his outstretched palm was exposed, and when he got up, there was a hint of decay on his body, and he immediately took out a handful of his light feathers and sprinkled them on the ground, and then they burned, turning into a puddle of ashes, and then looked at his fingers, which also began to fester, "The end of the year, the invisible curse." It's a bondage to the Destiny of Heaven, and I didn't expect the curse to be so strong. We must not be able to block her, and we need to take her to a wide area, where the power of the block is enough to affect us. But the closer the people involved, the stronger the curse. ”

The old madman made a decision, patted at the curling stone, became smaller in a blink of an eye and withdrew his sleeve, waved his sleeve, threw out the old Li Guoren and Dang Ying, and said: "This kind of cause and effect can't harm you, he is my apprentice, and it should be me." ”

The whole stone wall had collapsed, and the place that had been kept away from evil had been destroyed in less than half an hour, and the monks on and around the city walls had raised their eyes to watch, except for the gatekeeper, who was breathing heavily, his fingers flattened, and began to meditate, but the veins on his forehead had flare.

The old madman pulled out his robe, and there was a blue robe in it, but there was a shocking gloom, and he exhaled and pointed it on his pulse, "I have lived for so many years, and I have not done anything very, very memorable, and today I will look at the curse for my child." ”

The blue robe on his body deepened, like the water of the deep sea, with the condensation of the crackling aura, one by one the spirit snakes coiled, burrowed into the sleeve robe, and then pointed on the pulse of the left hand that wanted to touch Li Shuishan just now, the beating slowed down, the festering trend slowed down, his right hand was in front of him, and an astonishing aura erupted on his body, as his sullen tendency was released, all the aura of the wind hut was absorbed by him.

Old Li Guoren and Dang Ying fell outside, and the festering on his hands stopped instantly.

But then I heard a piece of advice, "Old madman, don't rush it. As long as the time passes, we will be fine. When the hut collapsed, we sent him far to the deep sea, where the aura was abundant. ”

When the old crazy word raised his hand, a small building with a big thumb fell to the ground, and was grabbed by his hand, turning into a pavilion of dozens of zhang, and the yellow card in front of the door read: Zilou.

The fragrance of the years of the ancient trees in it suddenly came, and the hypnotic breath of the lingering smoke forcibly blocked everyone's sight, and a heavy sentence floated out, "Lao Tzu has lived for so long, I don't care about madness once." I didn't expect that the causal connection in him is so strong, and there is no need to involve you. ”

"From. He rose sharply and pressed again.

"What bullshit is the principle of fate, Lao Tzu didn't know what fate was since he was born. If you are brave enough to take my disciple away, I will show you what madness is!"

Li Shuishan's collapse trend accelerated suddenly, the pain hit his mind, and the soul-attracting bell on his waist clicked to the ground, making an amazing sound, absorbing the breath of death, as if it was delaying, but after a few breaths, cracks appeared in the copper body, and the painful wails continued.

The three swords behind him were silent, and they couldn't make any movement, but at the end, the old madman pulled out the marks on the blue robe, and an inscrutable aura appeared around him, which seemed to be deposited, but it was constantly roaring, and this breath landed directly on Li Shuishan's body through the invisible barrier, and the roar was even more hearty.

The old madman's body kept trembling, and he scolded happily: "Since you want to deprive him of his luck and curse, then I will use the luck of Zhufeng to resist you." ”

The ulceration of Li Shuishan's skin was even slower and even stopped, but this qi luck merged into his body along with the surrounding aura, causing the ten fingers on his chest to bounce hard, but this move could not last long.

The old madman's face was pale, the luck from the peaks mostly came from the condensation of the essence of the sun and the moon in the hidden peak on the sword face, and the flying sword intent that connected the sword peak, the majestic momentum that rose up hazy, but it was not only the sad flower cats and godless fish spirits on the hidden peak that were disturbed, but also countless soul bodies waiting to be called souls and exorcisms, and most of them looked at the sword track of the day in confusion, like a big disc touching up, and the height of the entire Tibetan peak dropped by one foot.

After these few blows, he sank dozens of feet.