As the sun sets, the mountains and forests add a bit of gloom.

The sick tiger Shiyuan stepped on the bluestone, backed by the deep forest, and looked down on Liu Tu Dog condescendingly.

The evening breeze blew the white fluff on its chest, finally revealing a bit of the majesty of the king of the mountain.

Liu Tugou stood in the huge shadow of Ishihara with his knife and glared back without showing weakness. God knows where he got the confidence, even if the sick tiger and the old fox in front of him are old acquaintances, he may not tolerate the provocation of the lowly and weak.

The so-called cultivation, the so-called seeking of the Tao, has always been easier said than done. There are too many difficulties and obstacles in front of people to know the difficulties and retreat, once they retreat again and again, the road is just a dream bubble of the years.

It is pure nonsense to say that Liu Tugou has the great wisdom and perseverance to be martyred, but it is more appropriate to say that he was burned to the ground by the monstrous anger in his chest at this time.

He would rather die than be a dog.

The butcher's knife, which was still lying across his chest, trembled slightly, because of excitement, because of fear, like a dream, but it trembled very really.

Liu Tugou's sense of time is blurred, maybe it is just a moment of silence, and it seems like it has been waiting for thousands of years.

A tiger claw suddenly appeared on the blade and pressed it downward.

Heavy as a thousand pounds.

Liu Tugou had a dream, in which there were flowering courtyards and catkins ponds. A woman in white, whose face was unclear but as beautiful as a fairy, stretched her wrists lightly, and her slender jade fingers stretched out to a flower that bloomed on the branch but could not be named.

The flowers were red and gorgeous, like blood spurting out, but they were fragrant and fragrant, and people couldn't help but be attracted.

For no reason, Liu Tugou remembered the picture of a beautiful butterfly fluttering that the shopkeeper of Hanmo Zhai Liu regarded as his life, and the scene in the dream also changed.

He has already turned into a white jade butterfly with a crystal white body, perched on the blood flower on the branch, and the warm jade-like same crystal white flower hand is gently brushing, with a beautiful posture, a kind of indescribable gentleness and laziness.

Immediately after, white fluff suddenly appeared on the fingers, and the nails became sharp and shiny like gold and iron.

Something familiar, it seems a bit like, Ishihara's claws!

The claw, which was full of gentle and lazy style, was pointed on the butcher's knife like a butterfly.

The magic sound fills the brain, and the sparks splash everywhere!

Liu Tugou opened his eyes in annoyance and found himself lying on the ground, the knife tightly clutched in his hand.

Sitting up, he shook his somewhat groggy head before he fully came to his senses.

Liu Tugou remembered Ishihara's claw, when he subconsciously resisted the blade of the knife with both hands, gritted his teeth and straightened his knees that almost knelt directly to the ground, the green tendons on his arms burst out, and a stream of blood rushed to the top of his head, making his little face red.

After all, he is just a child who doesn't know the height of the sky.

Only lasted for a moment, the tiger's claws flicked lightly like a fly, Liu Tugou was really fanned out like a fly with a knife, and before he fell unconscious, Liu Tugou, who was still in the air, vomited a mouthful of blood.

The bright moon was hanging high, and the sick tiger Ishihara was squatting on the bluestone and looking up at the sky, his eyes were blazing.

A ray of moonlight cast down and enveloped it. At this time, the sick tiger is like a peaceful elder who has experienced the baptism of red dust over the years, quiet and deeply hidden.

It's a pity that what is most lacking in this world is the sameness on the outside.

"Yo, are you waking up until you vomit blood?" Ishihara glanced at Liu Tugou and said jokingly.

Liu Tugou's face was strange, and he immediately decided not to say a word about what he saw in his dream.

He simply didn't get up, climbed a few steps on the ground, sat down against the big bluestone where Ishihara was, looked at the mountains bathed in clear light, and sighed: "Alas! When will I be invincible?"

He had already confirmed that Ishihara had no malicious intentions, because after spitting out the old blood and falling asleep again, not only did he not feel the slightest discomfort, but his whole body was smooth and smooth, and the secret injuries that he had originally practiced with the knife were gone.

"I still don't understand the hard work of the old ghost of the wild fox? It's too hard and easy to break, doesn't it mean that you can really move forward bravely if your Dao heart is like an iron stone, and when you encounter an invincible opponent in the future, you can just run away, and you won't be ashamed. If you can't escape, you'll lose all anyway, and it's never too late to fight hard. I have lived for hundreds of years, and how many opponents have been boiled to death by my uncle, this is the king. ”

Liu Tugou couldn't hear the slight bumpy sadness revealed in Ishihara's sigh, he only felt that his knife was not sharp enough, and it was too far away from the battle to kill eight hundred.

He didn't want to die of old age without waiting for his sword skills to become a great Yan Tieyi, and he didn't want to wait for the Tugou clan to become famous when the world was shocked, and all the old acquaintances of Lao Bai's old teahouse would be buried early.

After all, as long as they don't die young, monks live far longer than mortals.

The life span in the monk's mouth refers to the time when he stays at the peak, under normal circumstances, he can enjoy a hundred years of life if he is successful in building a foundation, and he can enjoy a hundred years of life when practicing qi, and the inspiration is limited to three hundred years old, and the life span of five hundred is supernatural.

Shaking his head and putting these thoughts aside, Liu Tugou asked, "The old fox tricked me into driving the eighty-mile mountain road just so that I could take a claw from you to relax my muscles and invigorate my blood?"

"Naturally not, this claw was given by me to you in vain. ”

Ishihara raised his right claw and shook it, the tip of the claw flashing with cold light in the moonlight: "You pretended to be stupid before, but you pulled out your sword so happily and crisply, do you want to come to the old ghost of the wild fox to mention to you the most famous bloodline talent of the Tiger Demon Clan?"

"You mean that the demon is a demon, and the tiger kills a man and turns his soul into a vicious spell that the ghost enslaves forever?"

Liu Tugou, who was broken by his mind, did not hide it, and when he encountered a tiger who had cultivated into a big demon in the barren mountains and wilderness, he couldn't wait for death without drawing his sword, not to mention that it was likely to be worse than death.

"Vicious, what do you humans say, yes, for the tiger. I've lived so long, and although I don't like cannibalism, I've amassed some servants. They have different identities during their lifetimes, and there are always some descendants and inheritances that can be used by you, lest you be poor and white, and go out to lose the face of the wild fox old ghost.

Liu Tugou said suspiciously: "Are you saying that the old fox is willing not to give me a single but let me find you to fight the autumn wind?

"Hmph, that old man is as cunning as a ghost, he has a big background, and the plotter is even bigger, just let me sharpen and sharpen your ideas, who knows what he thinks, he won't be poor and crazy. Ishihara said disdainfully.

Liu Tugou pouted, the old fox was robbing when he created an illusion, and he didn't even let go of the bandits, he was indeed poor and crazy.

With the old fox's black belly and cunning, coupled with the means of creating illusions, he can play with people's hearts and applaud with his mouth. The reason why he didn't go out of the mountains to make waves and harm the world is probably because of some scruples.

This is how people matured little by little, got acquainted with the same joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and saw the strange scenes that people in the world never had the opportunity to see in their lives, especially the old fox tossed to death, and put him together before leaving, and tricked him into the mouth of the big tiger who eats people and does not spit out bones and plays with souls.

"The old fox said that although the avenue is vast, my generation of cultivators has always walked alone with their hearts, but the more foreign things such as the earth's husband and the law, the better. Little brother Liu Tugou visited Brother Shi, I don't know what good things you have for my brother Brother Shi?"

Liu Tugou didn't ask what the relationship between Ishihara and the old fox was, lest he be too senior and let him call him Shizu, Shiye, Shifu, and Shishu.

Ishihara playfully glanced at Liu Tugou, who was a newborn calf and self-proclaimed the second master of the Tiger family, and said: "I saw that you passed out and didn't let go of the pig-killing knife, and I thought that you didn't know the sky and the earth and thought that you were thinking about breaking ten thousand laws with one sword, and taking the crazy devil road where there was nothing else besides the knife." I didn't think that it turned out to be the same as the old ghost of the wild fox, both the master and the apprentice were money fans. ”

Liu Tugou's eyes lit up, and then he frowned and said, "Can you still do this?" It sounds quite domineering, but it's too boring." There is nothing but the knife, and the knife is just a guy who eats, not a father and mother. ”

"The knife is just a guy who eats?" Ishihara said in surprise.

"You're such a freak. By the way, how did you choose a pig-killing knife as a weapon?"

Liu Tugou smiled, his eyes aimed at Ishihara's crotch, and said: "The little brother was originally a butcher in the west of Lanling City, and since he was a child, he relied on this magic soldier to kill pigs and dogs, geldings and geldings!"

Sick Tiger Ishihara's eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his claws to gently flick them, indescribably gentle and lazy.

Ding!

Liu Tugou flew in response.

When Liu Tugou, the second master of Sick Tiger Mountain, woke up again, the sky was already glowing red.

Ishihara was still squatting on the bluestone, shrouded in the last shadows of the trees before dawn, and suddenly looked like a craggy rock.

Liu Tugou greeted: "Brother Shi is early, are you tired after sitting all night?"

"Find something to eat yourself, leave me alone. Ishihara didn't even give him a look, and replied lazily.

Sick Tiger was not disgusted by Liu Tugou's casual provocation, raised his hand knife, turned around and greeted people with a smile on his face, and he didn't have the arrogance of being a big demon.

In fact, Liu Tugou was a little slippery at most when he was in Lanling, and there was no such scoundrel style.

When people are lonely, they often subconsciously choose the way of acting of powerful individuals they are familiar with to protect themselves, such as fathers, brothers, teachers, and so on.

And for Liu Tugou, who has been in the market since he was a child, except for the most terrifying and terrifying women, the ruffians are the most comfortable in water, of course, the second master will never admit this.

didn't want Ishihara to wait for a long time, Liu Tugou searched for a few wild fruits, went to the mountain stream to fill a few mountain springs, and had breakfast as a whole.

Back in Daqingshi, the second master did not harass Ishihara anymore, but twisted his hips and hips in the early morning breeze, his body twitched like a sheep's madness, and his posture was indescribably awkward and weird.

The second master's pumping was half an hour, and Ishihara squinted at it for half an hour.

Waiting for a round of red sun to jump out of the clouds on the horizon, the sick tiger finally spoke.