On the green forest road in the countryside of Tongchuan, a legend about the "grass mowing baby" has been spreading in the past few days. Everything is new, fresh and hot, and people talk about it, and they are doubly relished.

Three days ago, a young man in a green shirt who called himself a "grass mowing fairy" cut off his right arm overnight and became a waste. The strange thing is that in the face of the bandits of Wumo Mountain, who were well-swords, the young man went to the door alone, and there was only a rusty, bladeless iron sword in his hand.

Not only that, but after the young man cut down the "Eight Mountain Ghosts", he directly dismissed nearly 100 bandit minions and burned the Wumo Mountain cottage to ashes.

It is said that the boy did not want to cause trouble at first. The third of the eight mountain ghosts, the big-headed ghost Lin Erwang, was looking for a place to step on the official road across Wumo Mountain, and saw a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy sitting on a big bluestone on the side of the road, resting, and eating dry food. Although the young man was handsome, he was covered in dust, and it was obvious that he had come a long way.

This kind of idea, of course, is difficult to enter the eyes of the Eight Mountain Ghosts. But the big-headed ghost, as a full-time sentinel in the cottage, has its own unique skills. From the young man's style and weight, he could see at a glance that this kid had no less than ten taels of silver on his body!

At that time, the silver coins of the Mountain of No Return were minted by the silversmiths on the mountain themselves, one tael, which was twice as large as the standard silver coins in the Xuanhuang world. Lin Erwang saw it right, at that time, Ren Pingsheng had thirteen silver coins, one of which was unspent. It stands to reason that such a sum of money is nothing to Wumo Mountain, which has a lot of strength on this reed line. But for the big-headed ghost Lin Erwang personally, this is a big windfall.

What's more, the other party is just a doll, and the fat that is sent to the mouth can be taken effortlessly, and in Tongchuan City, it is enough to find a good looker and raise it for a few years!

If you want to die, you deserve to be a loser. He directly blocked the road with a knife, and even if he robbed money and killed him. The young man in the green shirt didn't bother to pay attention to him, but just beat him up with a pig's head and a fat face, making him retreat.

In fact, seeing that the big-headed ghost had a ruthless and domineering face, but he was also dressed in ordinary clothes and dirty eyes, Ren Pingsheng remembered Aunt Shen's words before parting, so he hurried away, not wanting to meet him in general.

Growing up so big, except for having a vote with the hunter brother Yu Zi, he has never seen a real robber, so looking at Lin Erwang's outfit and appearance, he feels that what Aunt Shen said is extremely true. Besides, a robber like Yu Zi, he thinks that he is just a good brother, not a wicked person.

It's just that Lin Erwang suffered a loss, and he felt more and more that the kid in front of him had a very simple background, and although he was beaten for his own inability, but the other party was alone after all, and his strength was weak, if he didn't do it, he would bring family power to the young man and come to denounce Wumo Villa, then it would be a big trouble. This is still a trivial matter, in case the young man is a junior disciple of a certain Taoist sect, and his own small hill provokes the mysterious and unpredictable immortal forces, then not to mention that the hundreds of lives under the mountain will be wiped out;

So Lin Erwang simply didn't do it, and when he fled in a panic, his face was already full of murderous intent. Ren Pingsheng saw that the other party was so stubborn and cautious, so he used the hunter's unique tracking secret technique, followed Lin Erwang all the way to Wumo Mountain, and hid his body and quietly sneaked into the cottage.

Sure enough, the big-headed ghost told the other seven leaders on the mountain the ins and outs of the matter, and inevitably fanned the flames, and the matter was quickly finalized. The eight mountain ghosts hurriedly summoned the bandits of the whole village, prepared to set out the whole village, and took a shortcut to the Wumo Pass to ambush. Since the young man was skilled and strong in swordsmanship, in order to minimize casualties, all kinds of traps, traps, bows and arrows, rolling wood thunder stones, etc., were all made detailed arrangements.

Ren Pingsheng heard that he was just a half-grown teenager who went on the road alone, and the other party wanted to use such a wealth of vicious methods, so he had to cut himself with a thousand knives. It seems that poor people also have many hateful things, and they cannot be generalized, and they are indiscriminately sympathetic and kind to others everywhere.

So he jumped out of stealth, and the more than 100 bandits who were gathering in the gate of the village were like seeing a fairy boy in Tsing Yi descending from the sky;

The eight mountain ghosts, before they even had time to say a few words about the incision of the rivers and lakes, immediately raised their might, and saw a black sword shadow slashing in the air, with blue flames lingering, which was very beautiful. The shadow of the sword, I don't know who it is aimed at. In short, everyone was dumbfounded, and it wasn't until the sword shadow and blue flame disappeared together that everyone in the Eight Great Mountain Ghosts was shocked to feel a sharp pain in their right shoulder, and everyone's entire right arm was gone.

Those who had already knelt down and bowed down, hurriedly shouting for the gods to spare their lives, and the others, who had been surrounded by momentum at the beginning, were at a loss at this time.

Ren Pingsheng also heard their voices begging for mercy and came to inspiration, so he signed up for his own number: "I am a grass mowing fairy on the mountain, a harvesting mow, a grass reckless grass, and a fairy of the gods." The immortal family entered the WTO, either to protect the people who have accumulated yin virtue, or to punish the waste that hurts the heavens and reason. But in any case, the heavens cannot be leaked, whether you are accomplices or principal criminals today, whoever peeks at my immortal demeanor is a capital crime. But I remember that God has the virtue of a good life, as long as you have sworn a poisonous oath to heaven and never reveal anything, I can spare your life for the time being. ”

Then he coughed dryly, organized his words, and continued: "If anyone dares to break his oath today, the retribution in the future will not only be his own life and death, but also his children and grandchildren. ”

This immortal speech is actually not the best way, but people are in fear, so do they have the brains to consider those details? Besides, this kind of supernatural power that cuts off eight arms with one sword, even if it is not a true immortal, at least it is also the embryo of those immortals of the Taiyi Sect. So more than 100 people, hulala knelt down in a large area, and the oaths were varied, and Ren Pingsheng didn't hear any of them. But if you use the art of qi observation and look at everyone's breath and charm, there is no suspicion of fraud.

At that time, the eight mountain ghosts who had a broken arm wailed on the ground, but after receiving the promise of sparing their lives, they also endured the pain and swore poisonous oaths one by one. The boy was expressionless and kept watching. Seeing that the heat was almost over, Ren Pingsheng said coldly: "There are many people, I shouted ten numbers, and then there are still chickens and dogs here." ”

Then the boy really closed his eyes, put his sword back into its sheath, and counted ten unhurriedly. When I opened my eyes again, there was no one around, and even the eight leaders with severed arms and serious injuries had disappeared.

This story has been completely changed after being passed on from one to the other, and with a lot of oil and vinegar in the middle. Storytellers, no one can accurately describe the face and figure of the lawn mower, which makes it difficult to have fun. So the various versions, the gods are divine. It is said that it was a fat doll with only a red belly pocket, so to be more precise, this grass mowing fairy, the real title in the heavenly realm, is a grass mowing baby.

Other versions, to name a few, are called grass mowers, lawn mowers, but they are not as energetic as the grass mowers. Therefore, the legend about the grass mowing baby is the fastest and widespread.

In the past few days, all the merchants and passers-by who pass through the Wumo Mountain boundary will burn incense and worship under the big bluestone on the side of the road, and it is indispensable to praise the merits that their ancestors are said to have accumulated for 18 generations.

Because it is said that the bluestone is actually the incarnation of the mowing baby's mount in the world. When the grass mowing baby descends to the world, this bluestone will instantly turn into a divine beast for him to ride. When the lawn mower returns to heaven, the beast will turn into a boulder and wait here day and night.

Therefore, if you burn incense and pray under that stone, you will be able to reach heaven and hear it, and you will be blessed by the lawn mowing baby, and you will be blessed with wealth, and you will be able to get rich, let alone have a smooth journey. The nest of Wumo Mountain bandits entrenched in this section of the official road has been taken away by him with a sword.

Now, under the bluestone, it is a young man who is kneeling reverently. The man's words of blessing and supplication were extremely difficult. Ever since he heard the legend of the lawn mower on the road yesterday, the man has struggled to sort out the slightest clues about his ancestry. It's just that he wants to break his head, except that he knows that his surname is Huang and his name is Bai Ding, and he is just an orphan who was adopted by the poor salt man of Beihaizhou in the Southern Wilderness, there are really no more clues.

Huang Baiding has a dark complexion, a strong figure, and a face full of wind and rain.

Huang Baiding sighed, finally gave up all his efforts, and said uneasily: "Grass mowing baby Daxian, my Huang Baiding has no long things, and my family has no ancestors, if you want to say that you have accumulated merits, you really can't say it." You bless us with a smooth and smooth seafood business, and make more money, so that the salt man who hates Jiantan can have two more clothes to keep out the cold and two more mouthfuls of rice porridge when the extreme cold is pressing; Repay the grace of your old man. ”

Huang Baiding stood up and felt that he had made a lot of mistakes and omissions in what he said. In addition, the lawn mower is obviously a doll, how can he be old? Besides, his caravan is clearly made of dried seafood, but in fact, there are hidden ...... in the box cars Not to mention that we have already killed countless people, with no merit, and no karma; now that we have deceived even the gods, do you still want to be blessed by him?

In fact, Huang Baiding worshiped this grass mowing doll immortal, mainly because he felt that this fairy doll's ability to cut off eight arms with one sword was many times more powerful than his feat of cutting off two human heads with one sword.

But in any case, the words of blessing must not be reversed, otherwise it is very easy to attract the wrath of the gods. Huang Baiding had no choice but to shake his head secretly, forget it, in this world, most of the people still have to rely on themselves and the knife in their hands.

Huang Baiding turned his head and glanced at the more than twenty driving horses behind him. In recent years, the power of the Taiyi Sect in the Yanchi area of Hate Sword Beach has become stronger and stronger, and the life of Yanling has become more and more difficult. The hometown fathers and elders are full of expectations for this trip to Tongchuan to sell illegal salt.

An old man with a face full of vicissitudes, looking at the young man's uneasy look, walked up to him, and said in a deep voice: "Young masters, we sea people, all gods, devils and monsters, we must be careful to serve and sincerely worship, this is the ancestral testament, not to be violated." But our goods were originally all snatched up food under the hands of the gods. In any case, when we get to the land, we haven't lit much incense with these land immortals, and of course we don't have much merit, forget it. Fortunately, the knives, axes, and harpoons in the hands of the brothers are not vegetarians. ”

Huang Baiding nodded, and glanced at the old man, "Uncle Jian, this trip, I have traveled thousands of miles, and I have worked hard for everyone; I am Huang Baiding, my ability is limited, and in desperation, I came up with a hard and heavy way to beg for food on the land. ”

Uncle Jian's name is Deng Fujian, and looking at the pair of black hands with mottled skin like chicken paws, he knows that he is an old salt man who has been facing the silver pond for decades and has his back to the sky. "Young masters, since you are young, you have been pushed to the position of young masters, as small as all kinds of firewood, rice, salt and oil, as big as thousands of people's lives and deaths, you will have to hurt your brains more than us. Since everyone agrees with this idea, on the road, how many blessings and misfortunes there are, and how many losses and gains, it is secondary. The point is, this is a line that you break out of less ownership. Our Yinchi Society, begging for food with the sky, generations of masters have to open their own way, and every way will be quickly blocked by those immortal sects. So, we don't have the old way to go. The road you opened up with less master, and led everyone away, it is a road of life and death, and we will accompany you to the end. That's the rule, too. ”

As soon as the old man mentioned the Immortal Family Sect, there was a fierce killing intent in the young man's eyes, and it disappeared in a flash. As an old-timer who has assisted three generations of the Yinchi Society, what he admires most about Huang Baiding is the killing intent in his eyes.

Because, Rao is he Deng Fujian has read countless people, and he has never seen such a fierce killing intent.