After breakfast, the old Taoist priest threw a tall iron sword to Li Chao and took him out of the Taoist temple.

The reason why the long sword was carried by Li Chao was that the old Taoist priest was tired in his twilight years, and he had long stopped working with others, and it was useless to hold the sword. Second, Li Chao is carrying a long sword, more like a sword-wielding boy, and he is also magnificent when he goes out.

It's just that this long sword is really longer, and the difference from the hilt to the scabbard is a little as high as Li Ming. And its weight was also excessive, and Li Chao carried the long sword on his back, and it was extremely uncomfortable to shake from side to side along the way. In order not to embarrass the master, he persevered and walked to the town with soreness.

In Fenyang Town, without the lively atmosphere of Zhao and Zhang's two families yesterday, it looks much cleaner. Pedestrians on the street are busy with their daily work.

The old Taoist priest paced with Li Ming, and did not stop until he came to the Zhao An Dart Bureau in the west of the town.

Looking at the golden plaque on the door frame, Li Ming's face was strange. If it is not bad as expected, Zhao An's dart game is probably the Zhao family's dart game. Yesterday, I slapped the guest in the face, but today I came to be a guest again, who said it wasn't fate.

As soon as the two came to the door, Zhao Kun paced out of the dart game and greeted them.

Seeing the old Taoist priest arrive as promised, Zhao Kun's sleepy face suddenly woke up, and he stepped forward and bowed down and said, "Yunyang Daoist, please!"

Yunyang Dao Chang is naturally the master's road number, which is said to be the master's master to give the road name, taking the meaning of flying yang on the clouds.

Li Chao also has a road name, called Ling Ye. The Yunyang Dao Leader did not give the Dao name to Li Ming, saying that he would not be able to inherit it until he really cultivated the Demon Fighting Sword Technique. It's just that the Demon Fighting Sword Technique has been practiced for six or seven years, and there has been no progress, so the Dao number has been far away. However, Li Chao is not in a hurry, for him, it doesn't matter whether he has a Dao number or not.

In the hall of the dart bureau, the subordinates poured hot tea for Daoist Yunyang and Li Ming, and they were dismissed.

Zhao Kun sat aside, looking at the Yunyang Daoist who was drinking tea by himself, and his slightly sad face suddenly burst into tears: "Yunyang Daoist still hopes that you will save the dog's life——"

Daoist Yunyang was taken aback when he saw this, and hurriedly helped him up, and said suspiciously: "Master Zhao said slowly, if he is poor and Dao is within his ability, he will naturally do his best." ”

Zhao Kun trembled, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and sighed with a crying voice: "It's hard to say, it's hard to say-"

Daoist Yunyang patted Zhao Kun's shoulder and motioned for him to speak slowly.

And its strong emotions are eloquent......

It turned out that at the beginning of the establishment of Zhao An's Dart Bureau, everything was bumpy, and at first, in order to avoid mountain bandits, he avoided a lot of money to buy roads. The dart bureau had no choice but to find another way, bypassing the official roads and mountain roads from the depths of the demarcation mountain range, and opening up a dart road of its own.

This matter is not a special case in the dart game, and it is also a means of making a living in the dart game, so after this back and forth, Zhao An's dart game is considered to have stood firm, and the days are gradually rising. However, the good times did not last long, a few months ago, Zhao Kun went to escort the darts with the dart team as usual, and when he passed through Yundang Mountain, he suddenly encountered a downpour, and the mountain collapsed and cut off the way, so Zhao Kun had to take people and horses deep into Yundang Mountain.

And its strange scene came, in the periphery of Yundang Mountain, Zhao Kun's dart team found a strange stone stele, only to see the word 'sad sky' written on the stele. Zhao Kun was curious, so he stopped and paid attention, and just as he was about to get closer, the sky suddenly flashed lightning and thunder, and a group of mountain bandits rushed out from a valley.

The other party was menacing, Zhao Kun did not dare to slack off, and led the dart team to counterattack on the spot. How can the mountain bandits not be afraid of death, and everyone is defeated and retreated. Since everyone retreated to the outside of Yundang Mountain, the mountain bandits have disappeared. His eldest son, Zhao Ju, was in the dart team at the time, only to find out later that Zhao Ju was slashed in the chest by a mountain bandit.

Zhao Kun was shocked and hurriedly stepped forward to check, but found that Zhao Ju's body, except for a crimson mark, was fine. So, he didn't take it to heart. But after many months, a strange scene appeared, just yesterday evening, Zhao Ju suddenly fell to the ground, and his chest was cracked with a shocking wound.

Zhao Kun invited all the famous doctors in Baili Township overnight, but there was no other way to hang Zhao Ju's half breath. After that, there was an early morning invitation......

The ins and outs of the matter are roughly like this, if it weren't for his curiosity, he wouldn't have had this unwarranted disaster, he really couldn't live by himself, but he was in such a situation and killed his beloved son.

Thinking of his son who was in danger, the more Zhao Kun thought about it, the more he hated it, and the more he thought about it, the more sad he became.

Daoist Yunyang shook his head again and again, and said comfortingly: "But if you can do it, you must do it with all your might, I don't know where your son is now?"

Grabbing the life-saving straw, Zhao Kun was filled with joy and sorrow, he held the palm of the old Taoist priest and said excitedly: "If you can save my son's life, I will not hesitate to go bankrupt!"

In the courtyard of the Zhao family, last night's celebration still remains in the entrance hall and on the ground. The servants who were cleaning the courtyard were silent, obviously knowing about their son-in-law and not daring to say much.

I have to say that Zhao Ju was really unlucky, he finally married a beautiful girl, and he lost half his life before he could go to the cave house, leaving his new love alone to guard the empty house. Li Chao shook his head secretly, and his stomach was full of slander.

While thinking, the three of them came to a wing room in the side courtyard of the dart bureau.

As soon as the three of them entered the house, they saw a hill of blood-red ribbons on the ground. And Zhao Ju, who was like a gossamer, was lying on the bed unconscious with his eyelids closed, and the woman who was sobbing quietly at the head of the bed was the lady of the Zhao family.

When Mrs. Zhao saw someone coming, she hurriedly propped herself up and said with a crying voice: "Woo...... Daoist Yunyang, you must save my son......"

Zhao Kun came to his wife's side, kowtowed heavily to the Yunyang Daoist, and cried: "Yunyang Daoist, I hope you can save my son's life......"

The husband and wife were so anxious to save their son that they knelt down again and again. Seeing it in his eyes, Daoist Yunyang naturally couldn't sit idly by, he helped the two of them up, and ordered Li Ming: "Bastard, go and get a basin of cold water." ”

Li Chao answered and walked out of the wing, but unexpectedly, he met a beautiful woman in a light red dress outside the wing, this woman was naturally the bride of the Zhang family who had just passed the door by Zhao Ju. At this time, the woman was standing at the door with an anxious expression, waiting for news from inside.

"Little Daoist, how is the situation of my family?" the woman asked worriedly when she saw the little Taoist priest coming out of the house.

"Alas......" Li Chao glanced at her and didn't speak, pretending to shake his head deeply, and sighed again and again.

But this action fell into the woman's eyes, which immediately made her burst into tears.

Li Chao was about to explain, but the woman fainted with grief.

"What a sin......

The corners of Li Ming's eyes twitched, he looked around, and left the door of the wing room with his head shrunk.

When Li Chao brought the cold water, the Yunyang Daoist had already helped Zhao Ju up, and he took off the clothes covering Zhao Ju's body, but saw that in front of the white and tender chest, there was a bloody and shocking gap, and he was keeping thick black blood.

Mrs. Zhao looked at the opening on her son's chest, her lips were tied to silk, and she burst into tears silently. Zhao Kun stood beside him and sighed, his eyes full of sorrow and comfort.

After everything was done, Daoist Yunyang looked indifferent, took out two talismans from his arms, dipped them in some cold water and pasted them on Zhao Ju's back. Suddenly, he shook his head and shook his head, and said with words in his mouth: "Sanqing Patriarch will appear soon, Sanqing Patriarch will appear quickly!"

Looking at the master's appearance of a warlock, Li Chao almost laughed. And the Zhao family couple also looked dark when they saw such actions. However, now there is no doctor to invest in, so he can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

"Ha!" After reciting the mantra, Daoist Yunyang raised his white eyebrows and spat out turbidity. Then his right hand formed a finger and slammed at Zhao Ju's eyebrows.

It was such a casual point, under everyone's gaze, Zhao Ju's closed eyes actually moved slightly.

Xu was not very satisfied, and the head of Yunyang Dao said lightly: "Hey, when did the cultivation of the poor Dao become so weak? With that, he lifted his finger and nodded again.

Under the second guidance, Zhao Ju's bloodless face faintly showed a hint of ruddy. This ruddy silk is visible to the naked eye, which makes the eyes of the Zhao family and his wife light up.

After doing all this, the Yunyang Daoist slowly put down Zhao Ju, and then said to the anxious Zhao family couple: "I have saved the life of your son with a life-saving talisman, and I only need to do more conditioning to wake up." ”

The Zhao family and his wife were excited when they heard this, and the tense bodies of the two of them suddenly slackened to the ground, and they kowtowed to the Yunyang Dao Chief: "Thank you Dao Leader for saving your life, thank you Dao Leader for saving your life-"

After getting up, Zhao Kun excitedly shouted towards the door: "Come on, bring me the thank you gift I prepared!"

At the sound of an order, two servants quickly came in from outside the door, and in their hands they held two trays of silver that glittered white, as many as hundreds of taels.

Li swallowed his saliva, obviously taken aback by Zhao Kun's magnanimity. Since he was a child, this is the most silver he has ever seen. And his Yunyang Dao Elder glanced at Yin Liang indifferently, but he waved his hand and said, "Saving people's lives is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, in the final analysis, I earned it." Take it back, and don't take it to heart. ”

But as he spoke, he walked up to the servant, and kept picking at the silver in the tray with his wizened old hands.

The Zhao family and his wife looked at the old Taoist priest who didn't want money and his subordinates didn't keep money, and they couldn't cry or laugh. Li Chao stood aside, raised his forehead and sighed, "This is Master." ”

Since Yunyang Dao grew up and saved the life of the Zhao family's son, Zhao Kun held a banquet and forcibly left the master and apprentice. So, under the hospitality, it was not until dusk that the two came out of the Zhao Mansion.

"Master, you old man is really omnipotent...... You turn away your money, you really look like a master. On the way back, Li Chao's eyes flashed and he looked at Daoist Yunyang with admiration. In his opinion, isn't the master a master who hides his merits and fame and walks away after the incident. It's just that I received some money, but what's the bad thing, the next days must be very good, every day with rice and a pot of hot dishes, well! It's pleasant to think about.

Daoist Yunyang's praise for his apprentice was extremely useful, he shook his head, and boasted: "Hehe, that's." As a teacher, he is the most qualified one among the disciples of our Demon Fighting Concept. ”

Li Chao paced, and said happily from time to time: "If I can be like Master, martial arts can kill demons and demons, and literature can save people's lives, how good it would be." ”

The little Taoist priest looked at the dusk sky longingly, fantasizing that one day he could be as powerful as his master.

"You have already known the means of being a teacher...... the old Taoist priest laughed inexplicably when he saw this.

The little Taoist priest was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but wonder: "I would have known it a long time ago?" Immediately, he lowered his head and said in disappointment: "But I can't even draw talismans......"

Yunyang Daochang's cloudy eyes flashed, he stopped, pinched his fingers and gestured: "You still have a chance to go." ”

One line, how much is one line? The little Taoist priest scratched his hair bun, not knowing what to do.

Daoist Yunyang took off the wine gourd on his waist, took a sip, touched the head of the little Taoist, and the old god said: "A line is like a spark of fire, and if it is caused by chance in the future, it can set the prairie on fire." ”

As the sun set, on the potholed barren road, two long shadows walked towards the breeze. And its laughter and laughter are sprinkled all over the mountain road.