Yang Village Long Street.

The shopkeeper was fiddling with the white cloth on the table, sitting on the bench at the entrance of the inn and resting. It has gradually entered autumn and is not as good as summer, many scholars, literati, businessmen, and ordinary people have come to this 'foggy village' when they hear about it.

In autumn, when it gets later than in summer, and the beauty of the surroundings is fading, the inn is not as busy as it was the previous two days.

But this year, I followed my own shopkeeper to open this inn in Yang Village, which can be regarded as making a lot of money.

Suddenly, the shopkeeper's face was happy, and he put a white cloth on the table and put it on his shoulder.

"Guests. ”

The shopkeeper greeted him with a smile:

"You're here. ”

On a lively long street, two scholars slowly walked to the front of the inn.

"Little brother, take the trouble to prepare some food. The bitter gourd Facebook student said as he walked, "I'm tired of sending it to the guest room, and I'll find your shopkeeper to calculate it later." ”

"Howler!"

The two scholars passed by the shopkeeper, but saw that the bitter gourd face scholar was silent, and stuffed something into his hand.

The shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to speak. I saw that the two strange-looking scholars had entered the inner hall of the inn from the door of the inn, and were about to step on the first step to the second floor of the inn.

Weighing the weight of the silver taels in his hand, the shopkeeper was happy in his heart, this guest was really bold and generous, and he was very polite and easy to speak. He was overjoyed, and was about to run to the back hall to tell the cook to cook some food.

"Ouch!"

Suddenly, he stumbled under his feet, and the shopkeeper stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground.

Suddenly fell a rolling gourd, and the shopkeeper who was sitting on the ground looked at the ground paved with green bricks in front of him, and suddenly the second monk was puzzled!

It's strange, there is nothing at all, and the two scholars are far away, but how can they think that someone has tripped over it? Could it be...

"It's weird, it's weird, it's weird, there's no Amitabha..."

On the stairs, the peach coat emblem looked at the old god of the shopkeeper with a smile, and smiled like a flower in her heart, and she clearly saw that the trotting shopkeeper stumbled at the feet of the girl Hongluan.

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The three of them entered the guest room, and the bitter gourd Facebook student looked left and right for a long time, and carefully closed the door.

Liu Xingrong was immediately full of anxiety, and he couldn't wait to ask:

"Little friend, what kind of spell is this?"

"Thirty-six talismans. ”

The peach coat emblem was full of smiles, and in the morning she faintly heard the screams behind the courtyard, as if someone had already discovered their traces, and when it was dangerous, she remembered the hidden charm in the ancient book 'Thirty-six Fu Daquan'.

But I didn't expect that this 'hidden charm' would have a miraculous effect.

Liu Xingrong heard it in the clouds, but he also heard that in this world, there are indeed some genuine warlocks, some of the ability to soar through the clouds and fog, and fly to the sky, but he has never had the chance to see it, and now this young man has become a living person under his nose? !

"Thank you to the two masters for saving your life. ”

The girl Hongluan suddenly knelt on the ground and performed the three bows and nine bows. Although Master Liu of Qingzhou said that this young man was his disciple, she was also a clear-minded, intelligent person, this young man and Master Liu laughed and scolded, talked and laughed, and there was a little bit of apprentice's restraint in the face of the master.

Besides, this young man seems to be a magician who is known to the people as he is in the mouth, and the operation method is extremely miraculous and incredible.

"Why should the little girl be like this..."

When Liu Xingrong heard this, his old face turned red, and he hurriedly helped the girl who was kneeling on the ground up.

In order to fulfill his best friend's wishes, he has been swaggering and deceiving all over Qingzhou, pretending to be a ghost, although he was occasionally seen by the master's family to find some mysteries, but the shadow of the famous tree, his reputation and deeds were instead passed down by the neighbors, and the word of mouth was said to be godly.

"Rest assured, girl, my warlock, how can I see injustice and ignore it completely!"

The old man's face was righteous and awe-inspiring, and he said righteously.

In the girl's heart, the image of the master of Qingzhou immediately became taller, but the young man casually used that wonderful trick. When the gang of fierce and vicious village chiefs gathered in the courtyard, they were still able to leave, not to mention the Qingzhou master who was more than half a hundred years old and looked like a fairy wind and a bone.

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It's noon.

The sun shone fiercely on the ground. The early autumn sun seems to want to show the last poisonous spicy, and the sun knows how to scream, and the sun is lively and splendid.

Beishan is located next to Yang Village, a mountain road winds up, not wide path, green grass, wildflowers, trees on both sides, high and low, scattered. The green grass is knee-high, low, green, yellow...

Halfway up the North Mountain, there are several families from Yang Village.

In a small courtyard on the mountainside.

"Rustle..."

A young man danced the green sword in his hand quickly, the fallen leaves around him were colorful, the sword was fast, sometimes like a floating light, sometimes as fast as a glimpse, there was a bit of 'thunder sword style' taste.

The young man dancing the sword has deep eyes, a majestic figure, a bronze complexion, and clear and deep facial features, like a knife carving and axe.

"Cang..."

The long sword roared low, the sword light overflowed, and every move and style was orderly. Huo Di, the sword light in the sky suddenly retracted, and the young man stood in place, as if he was carefully reviewing the sword moves he used, as well as the moves he had made with the scar-faced scholar that day.

Although this sword style is similar to the 'strange sword style' made by the Scarface Scholar, once it is used to the back, it is already exhausted, and it is not as shocking and unbelievable as the Scarface Scholar.

Not only is it incomparable in speed, although the sword moves are similar, but in fact, they are only tangible and not meaningful, and the sword moves of the scar-faced scholar are like clouds and mud.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work?!"

The young man bowed his head in contemplation.

"Flying fish..."

Suddenly, the old man's voice suddenly appeared, and an old man leaned out from behind the door of the courtyard.

The old man had a short, stiff mustache, brown eyes sunken into their sockets, and unkempt gray hair.

The young man was stunned when he heard this, but he was not surprised, as if he was very familiar with the old man at the door.

"Uncle. ”

The old man smiled very happily with an old orange peel face.

"I just went to Yang Zhang's house and asked for the elixir given by the immortal family, take this medicine, and promise to let you get rid of the disease!"

Unexpectedly, the young man was unmoved and did not think about it.

"I don't eat it. ”

"Nonsense! The immortal family's magic medicine is not easy to come by. When the old man heard this, he was a little angry, "Why don't you eat?"

Yang Feiyu didn't know how to answer Yang Yun's question, but he still insisted.

"In the world, what immortals are there..."

Yang Yun was extremely angry and laughed when he was asked by the flying fish, but he just said in an accentuated tone.

"Nonsense, how can there be no immortals in the world?"

This Yang Village was originally extremely poor, if it weren't for God's mercy and the sending of immortals to help people, how could it be as rich as it is today. The old puppet Yang Zhang said that the immortal envoy was covered in the sound of Buddha and the light of the Buddha...

Flying Fish smiled sadly when he heard this.

"If it weren't for that old horseman, how could the eldest sister be coerced to go to the immortal mountain?

When the old man heard this, his already old body was even more aggrieved.

"That immortal family only accepts women, you just want to go, how to go..."

The flying fish held the green sword across his chest again.

"Among the immortals, they should be more compassionate and compassionate, how can they separate their flesh and bones, it is all the pain of lovesickness. ”

The old man stood for a long time, mixed with five flavors in his heart, but he was speechless for a long time.