The little medicine boy opened his eyes suddenly, only to feel the wind whistling in his ears, and the objects in front of him were speeding backwards quickly, and his feet were a few feet off the ground, flying forward.

His body struggled slightly, and he found that the back collar of his house was being grabbed, especially since this person was obviously a great master with an unfathomable aura, so he immediately stopped struggling senselessly.

"Hey, it's a thoughtful endowment, and he didn't insult such good qualifications. A voice jokingly said, obviously the voice is still a little immature, but there is an indescribable vicissitudes of old age.

Abandon the disease and look up, and there is a very strange face in the eyes, a young man's face, blue and black, blue and red eyes, and white hair like frost.

The little medicine boy, who was also called a demon, did not say a word, and did not show the slightest fear and disgust for the strange appearance of the old demon in front of him, but pursed his lips slightly, just staring at the other party's white hair.

After a long time like this, Yang Quanzi became impatient first, and said with a little annoyance: "Boy, are you not afraid of death?"

The little medicine boy shook his head, there was a hint of imperceptible joy in his voice, and he replied, "Old man, your hair is so white, do you like to eat people on weekdays?"

Yang Quanzi was stunned for a moment, and did not immediately answer the kid's unobtrusive question, but looked around with great vigilance, and when he saw that there was no abnormality, he simply landed lightly and walked forward slowly.

He took a few steps, threw his right hand forward slightly, and threw the little medicine boy to the ground, before he asked casually: "What kind of mess, what does liking to eat people have to do with gray hair?"

The little medicine boy quickly got up, and was not busy answering, but looked around in the moonlight, and saw that not far ahead was a small village, dark and dark, with few lights in sight.

Only then did he turn around and said crisply: "My master used to like to suck people's power and eat people's essence and blood, and his hair turned white after a long time. ”

When Yang Quanzi heard this, he suddenly became a little interested, "Oh? I didn't expect that in addition to Lao Tzu, until two hundred years later, there will be people who are not afraid of death and are willing to take this evil road of harming others and themselves. Boy, where is your master now?"

The little medicine boy glanced at the black-eyed lamb who was carried by Yang Quanzi in his left hand, sighed softly and said, "I ate too much, and I was blown to pieces." ”

Although he sighed, his face was extremely calm, and he did not see any sadness and regret.

Yang Quanzi was stunned for a moment, and then a murderous light flashed in his eyes: "Such a stupid person, he deserves to die! If people are so easy to eat, why should Lao Tzu go to great lengths to find these three...... Huh?"

He looked up and down at the little medicine boy in a Taoist robe and white bones and buns, and said with a cruel smile: "If you don't mention it, I forgot, although ordinary ordinary people can't eat turbidity, you are born with a Dao fetus but it is fine, not only is there no poison of red dust, but it is still a great supplement!"

Hearing this, the little medicine boy was not half frightened, but nodded as a matter of course, and said with an innocent expression: "My master said the same thing, and said that it was a pity that he had already taken a fork in the road before he met me, and not only would it be useless to eat me, but I was afraid that he would explode and die immediately." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the glorious and round human skull hanging from his waist with both hands, and touched it very nostalgically, which revealed a little sadness about seeing things and thinking about people.

Yang Quanzi put away his hideous smile, looked at this bewitching child again, and was a little hesitant for a while.

"Lao Tzu actually took in a few disciples indiscriminately, but unfortunately it was really unsuccessful, and they were all killed and devoured by me. Boy, now I will give you two ways, one is to worship me as a teacher, and the other is to be the food in my belly, you choose!"

The little medicine boy carefully put the human skull back on his waist, and his expression became extremely indifferent, and he was almost like the immature appearance that still had a little joy and innocence before.

"The second master is very powerful, and his knife is also very powerful, you are not their opponent. ”

One person and one knife, but they were called "them" by the little medicine boy.

Yang Quanzi snorted coldly when he heard this, and his originally blue and black evil face was even more gloomy, obviously remembering the fierce and incomparable brilliant sword light of the tiger riding boy, as for that knife, it was powerful, but for some reason there was no spirituality in it, and it could not be called a divine soldier.

He stared down at the little medicine boy's clear but indifferent eyes, and sneered: "There's nothing to say, Lao Tzu confessed this time! It's a pity that you are not him, since you are not as strong as me, you have to be at my mercy! From now on, you are my apprentice, my furnace, and my food!"

The old devil stretched out his right index finger and poked it fiercely at one of the lamb's pitch-black eyes, and saw a trace of rich black gas overflowing from the eyeball, wrapping around his fingertips.

The little medicine boy was watching quietly, but suddenly felt that his whole body was light, and his whole body stood up involuntarily and floated towards the tip of his right finger stretched out from Yang Quanzi.

I saw that the fingertips that were smeared as black as ink lightly touched the little medicine boy's forehead, and the black qi immediately helped the fingertips and quickly penetrated into the eyebrows of the abandoned disease.

The little medicine boy trembled violently, as if he had suffered great pain, but he bit his lip extremely hard and did not say a word.

The black gas was quickly consumed, Yang Quanzi withdrew his right hand, and the little medicine boy fell to the ground with a bang, holding his head with both hands, and his small body was as clumped as a shrimp at first, and then began to roll all over the ground.

It's just that in this process, the little medicine boy with a mouth full of blood is still silent, and the scene is extremely weird and infiltrating.

Yang Quanzi already has an understanding of the qualifications and temperament of this demonic child, and it is not strange at this moment, the red meaning in his green eyes is even stronger, some greedy, and some joyful.

"Your previous set of qi acceptance methods is quite meritorious, if you don't want to die, you can go all out to absorb and transform this wisp of earth qi condensed by the resentment of incense, if you survive it, you will be of infinite use for life, if you can't survive, hehe, I'm afraid that the death will be miserable, not half a point happier than your dead ghost master. ”

In order to avoid the pursuit of the tiger boy, the old devil has sealed the acupuncture points on the top of the little medicine boy's head, so that he cannot induce qi into the body, but since the black qi has taken the initiative to enter the body at this moment, it does not hinder the subsequent storage and digestion.

The little medicine boy did not answer, nor did he know whether he heard or not.

Yang Quanzi didn't pay much attention to it, he waited for a while, and found that the speed of the little medicine boy's rolling gradually slowed down, and his breathing became more regular and steady, and a smile appeared on his face.

He grabbed the back collar of the little medicine boy and strode towards the small village in front of him.

He was obviously very familiar with this place, and as he walked faster and faster, he gradually took on the form of a ghost, and like a wisp of green smoke, without alarming anyone, not even the barking of dogs, and soon drifted into an ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was dark and deep, and there was no half of the light, and the moonlight outside the door could only shine on a small place, and most of the tablets were hidden in the dark.

With the entry of Yangquanzi, there is a very inconspicuous tablet with a very remote location gradually glowing with a faint green light, like a flame, but it is dark and cold.

"Hey, it's growing well, it's a pity to eat it now. ”

Yang Quanzi sneered, opened his mouth suddenly, and sucked hard at the tablet shrouded in green flames.

A terrible and vengeful wail suddenly sounded in the void, and the green flames boiled, reluctantly converging into a blurred, distorted human form, struggling in mid-air.

It's just that for some reason, this wail is obviously very loud, but it can't leave this ancestral hall at all, and it can't be heard outside the courtyard.

As the green-flame figure struggled, several almost imperceptible wisps of black qi converged on it from all directions.

Seeing this, Yang Quanzi immediately raised the black-eyed lamb, and at this moment, the lamb seemed to come to life, and its bleating cry was also unheard by ordinary people.

The black gas in the air paused abruptly, turned around and floated towards the lamb.

The Green Flame humanoid was in a hurry, half forced and half autonomous, and also flew towards Yangquanzi, wanting to intercept it.

The old devil was obviously very familiar with this set, and he jumped up lightly without hurrying, and swallowed the green flame humanoid with his mouth open.

His eyes were deep green, but the blue and black on his face were a little lighter.

As for those black gases, they were naturally all collected by the black-eyed lambs.

Ghosts feed sheep, like demons.

Yang Quanzi landed gently, suddenly turned his head to look at the west, and sneered: "The little cub is coming quickly, Lao Tzu will not be like you first, and sooner or later he will eat you alive!"

He carried a sheep in one hand and a little medicine boy in the other, and his body flickered, turned into a cloud of green smoke, and disappeared in an instant.

In the deep ancestral hall, the room full of spiritual seats was silent, as if no one had ever come.

(It's really been a long time since I changed it, I was wrong!)

(Thank you A for the reward of A, Yue A, and the two Taoist friends who love to dream, I'm ashamed, I don't know how scummy my update is when you give a reward.) ）