"When any wine arrives in his Wang Daoning's hands, it is as light as horse urine!"

Mao Zhenhuang took his wrong silver wine gourd and smacked it twice, and then frowned, and then complained about a figure in his mind.

said that the good Zongling Seven Non-Heavenly Palace Dry Soul Wine, after Wang Daoning passed it like this, one pound of wine was mixed with at least two pounds of water, and it was also called good wine.

His squinted eyes glanced at the mouth of the gourd, and the liquid that should have been thick and clear was diluted.

At this time, the good drink is almost not interesting except for the light and tasteless.

And this is the last thing that Mao Zhenhuang explained to Wang Daoning.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he was discounted in half by the other party.

Dangmang Mountain!

Foresight is a beautiful mountain top alone in the earth, and if you stand at its feet, the summit road turns, but what you see is the scenery alone in the world.

The clouds are embracing the mangs, and the smoke is boundless and lyrical;

The rain is moist and swaying, and the strange peaks are steep and steep;

The fog is swirling, and the pine wind can be used to cook tea;

The snow is swaying, and the silver waves are rolling and full of poetry.

It was a continuous drizzle down the mountain, and at this time, when the rain reached the mountain, it became a silver world like pine snow and branches.

It should have been a good time to write poems, but our Mao Daxian Master stood here for half an hour, but he didn't even hold back half a fart.

In addition to the fat body, it is a bit discordant with this kind of scenery.

"Fuck it! The mountain is so big, how can I find you a thief and a bald man. ”

Looking at the road ahead covered with silver, Mao Zhenhuang sighed bitterly, and could only helplessly lower his head and walk aimlessly towards the front.

It really looks like a mountain, close to a mountain rather than a mountain.

As Mao Zhenhuang's fat figure gradually became a point, heaven and earth except for the crooked and distorted blue seals left by the walk, and there was no trace of human qi in Dangmang Mountain!

And he is really yellow, stepping into a huge world.

.......

When you step in, you will feel how big this mountain is, and when you come in, you will feel that it is just a drop in the ocean.

And Mao Zhenhuang, the dead fat man, is not the only one who has stepped into this place today.

As he stepped into this mountain less than an hour later, a pair of people appeared in the wind and snow, stepping on the road that Mao Zhenhuang had walked, and also entered the mountain.

It's not a couple!

It's more like a pair of grandchildren who make a living by chopping firewood from the mountains.

The two of them are dressed in single clothes, bamboo fights, and mango shoes, all of which are the same, and they are all equipped with a big bald head.

And this pair of bald heads walked in the bright silver wind and snow, and the reflected light was brighter and brighter than Zhai Laoliu's bald man!

said that it was like a grandson who made a living by chopping firewood from the mountains, but the other party didn't seem to have a sharp firewood knife at all!

"Master, how long are we going to walk like this?"

The young bald head with a faint smile on his face looked at the quiet and silent world around him, and there seemed to be a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

Space is swinging!

His empty Dao heart was a little flustered.

It feels like no one has patronized this world except for his master and ancestors.

Every word echoed with the aftermath of the valley, and all that could be heard around was the falling snow, not to mention people, and the mountain that had climbed for nearly two hours had not even seen a mountain mouse.

"I don't know, but there's something that wants us to go on. ”

The old man walked very firmly on crutches, step by step, seemingly slowly moving towards the top of the mountain, but in fact it was not much slower than the young bald head.

"What's it, the hell here?"

The young bald head was a little puzzled after listening to the old man's words, and after scanning the surrounding trees twice with those clear eyes, he didn't seem to find anything.

In addition to the trees, it is snow, and there is no other scene.

"The mountain soul here!"

"The mountain soul of Dangmang Mountain?"

After listening to the words of the ancestor, the young bald head turned his head and looked at his vicissitudes of face in surprise.

"Yes!"

The old man's words were not as stiff as his body's vicissitudes, on the contrary, there was a hint of sonority in his categorical assemblies.

"Didn't you say five days ago that this mountain soul was taken away by Yonghezi of Huayang Heavenly Sect?"

"The mountain spirit of this mountain deceived everyone at that time, not only his Yonghezi, but also my dizzy eyes. ”

The old man listened to the young man's question, and seemed to feel that the mountain was a little tired, so he stopped and looked behind him.

It's snowing and it's blank!

There is not much difference from the road ahead, except for the monotony of snow and trees.

"What's the explanation?"

The young man looked at the ancestor who had stopped and was even more puzzled.

"If the mountain soul doesn't want to leave, no one can take it away, even if Huayang Tianzong's Yonghezi's sealing technique is good. ”

"On that day, the Liang State and the Zhao State fought under the mountain, and the disciple Sun saw with his own eyes that Yonghezi moved the mountain soul of Mangshan. ”

"What you see is true, look at this snow, is there a temperature?"

The old man bent down and picked up a handful of white snow under his feet with his big old hands, put it between his mouths and blew it.

The snow in the palm of the hand has returned to the earth with ease, and there is no residence!

The young bald head did the same as he learned the old man's movements, and then said in amazement to the master in front of him: "No!"

When he spoke, his indifferent eyes widened even more, feeling a little incredulous.

"That's what the mountain spirit wants us to see. ”

The old man didn't look at the apprentice with a rich expression, paused the crutch in his hand, and then walked towards the snowy mountain.

"Master, Master, what is this?"

The young bald head stood and thought for a long time, but when he looked up, the master in his mouth had already walked far forward, and he hurriedly caught up with him and asked.

Fortunately, the more the ancestor explained that the young bald head felt confused.

"There's nothing to be relieved of, it's just that the mountain soul has a spirit, and it just wants to cross that place and transform into a catastrophe!"

There seemed to be a hint of impatience in the old man's words, and the shiny bald head continued to move forward against the wind and snow.

"The mountain spirit wants to cross the weapon robbery?"

The young bald head finally caught up with Shizu, but when he heard that Shizu actually gave him such an answer, he opened his mouth in surprise and was filled with a mouthful of wind and snow.

This may be the most thing he has ever heard this year, if what Shizu said is true.

"How is the mountain spirit?"

The old man did not explain to the apprentice, but asked a rhetorical question.

"It's not common, I've only heard that Huayang Tianzong's technique of sealing righteousness can move mountains, but if you are not a talent, you can't learn it!"

"Have you ever seen the mountain spirit enlightened?"

"The knowledge you have imparted to me doesn't seem to be said in words, Ancestor. ”

After listening to Shizu's words, the young man shook his head and laughed.

"Although heaven and earth are not benevolent, but the number of Dayan is fifty, but only nine out of forty are used, and one of them is gone, so you will count this Tao in this 'one'!"

"Master, why did the mountain soul leave the 'one' that escaped?"

The young bald head seemed to have an understanding, and chased after him and asked.

"I don't know!"

"Then Master, do you say that because of the endless resentment in this place, the soul is overwhelmed and the rebellion is born?"

"I don't know!"

"Master ......."

"I don't know!"

.......

"I still don't know!"

"Master, why don't you suddenly know anything?"

The young bald head asked a bunch of questions, and in the end, in front of the old man, all he got were these two words, and when he looked at the face of the ancestor full of ravines, he already had a sense of resentment.

"The fairy road is hard, the demon road is dangerous, is it indefinite, and only this human road is the most magnificent in the world, since God has allowed the one who has escaped, such a wonderful sometimes there is no need to trace the process, watching them gorgeous is the greatest blessing in life, do you understand?"

The old man may have been really annoyed by this apprentice's question, and stopping at him is a macro truth of life.

"I don't seem to understand, hehe~~"

The young man looked at the master with a smile, and he didn't know that the other party was impatient.

"This stupidity is exactly the same as your master's back then, but it's good to understand half of it!"

The old man touched the little bald head of the apprentice grandson, and when the vicissitudes of life fell on him, it seemed to flash three points of love.

"What does the ancestor mean, I'm smarter than my master?"

The young bald head was very happy at the occasional praise from the old man, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.

"More than one victory, at least he will not trace all the doubts in the world to the end. ”

"Master, are you praising your disciple grandson or are you harming your disciple grandson?"

The young bald head was still smiling just now, and after listening to the old man's next sentence, he instantly felt a little unable to laugh.

"Wow, I mean, you're more in tune with us than that thing. ”

"My master has never told me this, let alone told me the truth like my master, and he will only whip me with a bamboo grate when I do something wrong. ”

The young bald head was a little sad as he spoke, and the old man's words seemed to touch the painful experience in his memory.

"If he's smoking you, you can find my ancestor and see how I whip him with a bamboo grate. ”

The old man's dim eyes, which seem to be able to see through the red dust of the world, how can he not see through the "blank paper" in front of him, and if he wants to be happy, it only takes a few words to coax.

"Really?"

The young bald head, who was still a little depressed just now, instantly lit up after listening to the old man's words.

"Really!"

"The ancestor is invincible!haha~~~"

After receiving the confirmation, the young bald head jumped up in an instant of joy, as if he had seen his master being pumped hard.

"Can you go? In such a situation as Dangmang Mountain, I am afraid that your master will fall into a lonely hard battle, and you and I still need to add more strength. ”

"Well, let's go, but Master, are you sure that my master has found the Immortal Demon Blood here?"

After being happy, the young bald head seemed to have forgotten the impatience of the ancestor just now, and instantly returned to the essence of the problem baby.

"Ananda's blood!"

The old man replied to the young bald head very categorically.

"Yes, yes, the blood of Ananda! You said that the ancestor, the non-human world with the blood of Ananda, how was it slaughtered back then? Are those people who do it even more powerful than you, ancestor?"

"Don't mention the word 'non-human' here!"

The young bald head paused for a long time after listening to the ancestor's words, and then whispered to the old man: "Master, I have a lot of questions?"

It's just that the mountain soul has a soul and doesn't want to hear these three words. ”

The old man looked up at the vast snow around him, and felt that the words of the young bald man seemed to be three points lower, and then he looked down and sighed.

"Then ...... question I just asked?"

The young bald head raised his head and glanced at his ancestor, and said another sentence in a low voice.

It seemed that the master didn't let go of the question he asked, and he felt panicked.

"God knows, the earth knows, and the mountain spirits also know, but I don't know the ancestors!"

"Oh!"

After saying lightly, the young bald head felt that he shouldn't ask anymore at this time, if he asked, the ancestor would probably be a bunch of "I don't know" The word "don't know" perfunctory to him.