On the rugged mountain road, the young man who remembered Grandpa Dong wiped his face, and under the moonlight, the water droplets on the harpoon shimmered brightly.

After Grandpa Dong left, the child, who really couldn't live a good life, went to the blacksmith shop and knocked on the door.

It was a middle-aged man with a scruffy beard who opened the door, looked at the sad child, did not speak, and invited the child into the house, which was relatively silent.

The middle-aged man took the lead in breaking the calm, served a bowl of hot porridge to the child, and asked, "Do you know how to work, wipe the house for me, fetch water or something?"

The child took the hot porridge and nodded, and the man smiled, "Then you will come here to work for me, and I will take care of your food and drink, but I will not care." ”

Since then, Dong Nanyan has come to this blacksmith shop to do odd jobs, but most of them are when the blacksmith is not there, although Grandpa Dong said that this is the place where he changed his life, but he still doesn't want to harm others, and the man puts the food on the table in advance.

Once when he came, the man was still in the house, and when Dong Nanyan finished cleaning up, put on a few steamed buns, nodded to the man and was about to leave, the man called out to the child, "I heard that you sometimes go to the lake to fish at night?"

Dong Nanyan didn't understand what it meant, but he still nodded.

The man picked up a handful from a row of harpoons in the room and handed it to the child, "Take this, you can catch it well, maybe you don't have to go into the water, it's been cold lately." ”

Dong Nanyan shook his head, he didn't have the idea of accepting things for no reason.

The middle-aged man smiled and stuffed the harpoon into the child's hand, "It's quite stubborn, take it, it's not for you, the fish you caught will be divided into half of me." ”

Since then, the boy has had a harpoon when fishing at night, but not half of the fish caught by the boy was given to the middle-aged man, but more than half!

After walking through the mountain and seeing the Swap Lake, Dong Nanyan's dim eyes were a little bright, and he was secretly squatting outside the window of the restaurant, and he heard that the immortal that Mr. Storyteller talked about was really powerful!

After the immortal killed the snake demon, he stepped across the lake and walked to the shore, his whole body was full of golden light, and the nine water dragons behind him roared, and his big sleeves fluttered, and he waved his arm, and the water dragon behind him rushed towards the demon in an instant.

The demon didn't sit still, in the black gas, four flying swords of different colors appeared out of thin air, catching up with nine water dragons, and the flying swords transformed into their own, and in the end there were dozens of them!

With a grip on the right hand of the demon, the flying sword went away in response to the situation, surrounding the nine water dragons, and after the water dragon was shattered, dozens of flying swords with undiminished momentum roared towards the immortals.

The immortal was not annoyed, smiled contemptuously, raised his right hand, the broken nine water dragons converged in front of the immortal's hand, the first one was connected, the four water dragons turned into palms, and the rest turned into fingers, and the right hand pushed forward so gently, the big hand formed by the water dragon was against the flying sword, and the flying sword at the top was backwards, and the big hand held dozens of flying swords in his hand!

In the rippling water, the immortal reached out to catch a drop of water and flicked his fingers!

A drop of water beads into a long sword!

In the black air, the demon was arrogant, and he grasped the flying sword that was enough to pierce the mountains and seas.

The demon was a foot high, and the long sword made of water droplets began to dissolve.

The road was one foot high, and a drop of golden light and clear water beads melted from the long sword, and in an instant, it penetrated the right palm of the demon!

Under the bright moon hanging high, the boy walking on the muddy path waved his harpoon, swung left and right at the air, and never got tired of it.

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In a compartment on the third floor of the storytelling building, a charming woman poured tea for the white-haired old man, and her weak and boneless jade hand pressed on the old man's shoulder, pretending to be panicked and said in a flattering voice: "This snake demon is too terrifying, it is said to be about the same size as this restaurant, and people are so afraid." ”

"If it is really as said, then not to mention the disaster that will harm this town, even if the two countries of Xinnan and Nanxin encounter it, they will be helpless. The white-haired old man said after taking a sip of tea.

"That's amazing!"

The charming woman lowered her head, blew lightly in the old man's ear, and said coquettishly: "But I'm not afraid, you are here." ”

The old man looked at the plate on the table, smiled and shook his head.

Got into the old man's arms, wrapped her arms around the old man's neck, and the woman smiled: "What's the matter, do you like that cheap thing?" Why don't I call her in to serve you?"

The old man smiled and said nothing, and it was good to change his taste once in a while.

In the next compartment, there were three people, a young man with purple auspicious clouds tattooed on his robe, a middle-aged man in a blue shirt with a majestic face, and a young girl wearing a long skirt of water blue.

The girl tilted her head with her chin in her hands, a soft sword as thin as a cicada's wings at her waist, and her eyes stared blankly at the wine in the cup, "Master Wen, there are quite a lot of interesting things about your Nan Xinguo." ”

The national teacher of Nanxinguo, who had been to Nanzhen more than once, laughed dryly at this moment, "The fairy said with a smile. ”

"How interesting this is, Master Wen will tell me carefully what the situation is. ”

As a national teacher, holding authority, Wen Qiu, who deserves to be the first person in Nanxinguo, has never had a fight at all in the face of this young girl, "I have been to the rebirth lake in person, but I have never seen anything left behind by the demon beast, but there are indeed traces of the immortal demon fighting and fighting." A puddle next to the lake looks like a five-finger shape that has been pressed down by the palm of a hand. ”

"Immortal, Adversary?"

The young man with purple clouds tattooed on his robe sneered, "I'm afraid it won't be some Taoist cultivators who show off their skills, if that monster is really like what the person downstairs said, why has it only devoured this poor and remote fisherman in the past few years, I'm afraid that the Nanxin Kingdom of the Wen Guoshi is even more delicious and attractive, besides..."

The young man stretched out his slender hand, gently knocked on the table, and said with a smile: "Besides, according to your ability as a scholar of the country, what traces can you see?"

Wen Qiu's face turned pale, his hands were clenched, although the young man in front of him was not as good as his own cultivation, he was just concentrating on the realm, but he was a disciple of Ziyun Mountain who was respected by several countries around Nanxin Kingdom, no matter what, he was just a casual cultivator, and he would not dare to provoke Ziyun Mountain.

"Okay, okay, let's listen to the next talk, it's quite interesting. ", the girl pouted.

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Next to the Swapping Lake, the thin boy gently put down the harpoon, today the harvest on the shore is not very good, so he forked two or three, the teenager is ready to go into the water to touch, just a few meters next to the Swapping Lake, there is a bottomless puddle.

The puddle is connected to the lake, which is said to be the traces left by the demon and the immortal when they fought the law, and the lake is gloomy in the puddle, and the locals are reluctant to approach it, but there is no taboo for the teenager.

Take off the coarse cloth clothes and shoes, put down the back basket, Dong Nanyan pressed the harpoon on the clothes and shoes, went into battle shirtless, and plunged into the water with a fierce man, don't look at the young man's emaciation, he was flexible when he touched the fish, and soon touched a fish, carefully put the fish into the back basket, covered the lid, wiped his face, shook the handle, and plunged into the water again.

After six or seven consecutive times like this, Dong Nanyan really couldn't hold on, not to mention anything else, the water on this autumn night was indeed a little sad.

The already thin young man's face was pale at the moment, and he trembled and covered his hands in front of his chest, and sighed.

However, looking at the five extra fish in the back basket, Dong Nanyan smiled, thinking that it was worth it, in addition to distributing it to the blacksmith uncle, he could also drink fish soup to make up for it.

Suddenly, the sky above his head was shrouded in shadows, and when he looked up, the young man, whose face was pale from the lake, was frightened and sat down on the ground.

There are four "people" carrying bamboo chairs and sliding poles, hovering in the air, the bamboo chairs slowly descending, and on the chair, lying an old man with only a few hairs, sunken eye frames, and a bloodless face.

The four chair lifters are even more terrifying, the man on the left side of the chair is scarred on his upper body, but his lower body is a white bone skeleton, an old man on the right has a sword stuck horizontally on his head, no eyes, his face is like black iron, and the man who carries the chair behind him is full of blood, one-armed and one-legged, and one seems to have his head cut off in half vertically from the middle, and he is looking at the thin young man with one eye at the moment.

Under the moonlight, Dong Nanyan vaguely saw many clouds reflecting from the four chair-carrying figures, and the young man sat on the ground, motionless, as if the air was still at this moment.

"Shhh ”

The old man took a breath, got down from the bamboo chair, walked tremblingly to the lake, took out a handful of green powder from his sleeve, and sprinkled it into the lake.

In the autumn wind, after waiting for a while, there was still no movement in the lake, and the old man frowned.

After inspecting for a while, the old man's sunken eyes became even more cloudy, and he glanced at the young man who was sitting on the ground, as if he was petrified, his body moved, and he came to Dong Nanyan's side, squatted down, opened his mouth, and said with a miserable face: "Xiaoyou, have you seen my little baby?"

Dong Yanyan shook his head sluggishly. What kind of little baby, where did he know, but the old man in front of him could scare people half to death just by looking at him.

The old man licked his lips and pointed to the lake, "There is a little snake there, when I went to take revenge a few decades ago, I was stocked here to guard a water lotus, those are my two treasures, why are they all gone now?"

Dong Nanyan was like being struck by lightning, the fear in his eyes became even stronger, the old man held his head hoarsely, and then, he smiled, revealing a few withered yellow teeth, "You don't know, do you?"

The boy nodded tremblingly.

"It's okay," the old man smiled and looked at the lighted town, "I'll go over there and ask." ”

Floating up and landing on the bamboo chair, lying on his side, the old man said lightly.

"Eat fast. ”

The one-armed, one-legged, blood-stained female corpse puppet in the back writhed stiffly and walked towards the boy.

Fear and horror enveloped Dong Yanyan, the young man's face was full of panic, and he wanted to turn around and run away, but he found that he couldn't, his legs were shaking like drums, and he didn't obey the call. With difficulty, he moved his body back with both hands, and the pants under his butt rubbed against the grass.

The corpse puppet with a bloody face was closer to Dong Nanyan, and even saw the coagulated and dried blood on her face and the bloody mouth, seeing that she was about to pounce and bite down, the panicked young man's right hand seemed to touch something when he moved back.

I saw the young man close his eyes, stretched out his right hand, and waved the harpoon forward wildly, trying to block the corpse puppet in front of him.

The old man on the bamboo chair on his side sneered with his back to him.

"Ridiculous. ”

In the restaurant, the middle-aged man chewed a peanut in his mouth and looked out the window.

"Ridiculous. ”

Next to the lake, in the autumn breeze, there is no one-armed and one-legged woman in front of the young man wielding a harpoon.

Nothing!