The scorched water vapor on the fire was white, and through the moisture, Xu Ling licked his dry lips, slightly nervous, and clenched the handle of the knife, he had killed countless people, but at the moment, he always felt that the atmosphere was a little wrong, but he couldn't say why.

The scholar was still defenseless, shaking his head, and leaning lazily by the fire, drowsy. The scholar, who was full of complaints and had always been lazy, sat up straight, moved his buttocks, and looked at Xu Lingxi.

"Childe, did you miss the scenery of Wudang Mountain?", the scholar took a thumb-thick dry branch and dialed the bonfire, and the flames fluttered and rose to the height.

"Well, where are you from?", Xu Lingxian didn't raise his eyes to look at the scholar, and lowered his head to rub the hilt of Minghong's knife.

"Wangcheng, Cao family", the dead branch in the scholar's hand trembled, and a tarantula the size of a palm on the dead branch struggled, burning himself, emitting a burst of scorched fishy smell.

Xu Lingxian was shocked in his heart, secretly said "not good", rolled out, and the Ming Hong knife flew over, protecting the top of his head. No matter how humble he was, he could see that this tarantula was not an ordinary spider, but a poisonous spider used by the little poison king, which was extremely poisonous and killed invisibly.

Looking back, where he had just been sitting, a tarantula was cut in two by his own Ming Hong.

The white-clothed scholar seemed to smell this pungent fishy stench, the corners of his mouth squirmed, he turned over, and continued to sleep inside, snoring like thunder.

Xu Ling looked at the two of them in horror, "Who is your son-in-law?"

"Cao Luan", the boy yawned and stretched, "Childe, it's late, we'll talk tomorrow."

The boy waved his hand, "buzzing", and two black-backed mosquitoes lingered in Xu Lingxi's ears, landing on the tip of his nose and motionless.

Xu Lingxian took his fate very seriously, he was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't dare to move, for fear of being bitten by this highly poisonous mosquito and his whole body would fester.

"Seventy-two Magi?", of course Xu Lingxian knew Cao Luan, full of poetry and books, uninhibited, and wanted to dare to flirt with Bai Guifei after drinking in Changxin Palace, which caused everyone in the country to be scolded angrily, but he was helpless, and he was the only one in the world.

"Who is that scholar?"

Nothing was said all night.

Cao Luan stretched his waist and looked at Xu Lingyan in the corner, with his eyes open, he hadn't closed his eyes all night, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was slightly apologetic, "Brother Tai, I'm really sorry, I like to snore when I sleep, I must have disturbed your sleep last night?"

The black-backed mosquito on the tip of Xu Ling's nose was fleeting, he twisted his stiff head, looked at the white sky with the belly of the fish, and arched his hand and said, "Don't get in the way, don't get in the way, Cao Gongzi is a great Confucian, like thunder, Xu can meet here, it's a great honor, say goodbye", turned around and left in a hurry.

"This person is really strange, rushing back and forth", Cao Luan shook his head in confusion and looked at the back that disappeared into the dense forest in the distance.

"Yuan Ning, don't sleep, the sun is on your buttocks", Cao Luan patted the dirt on his feet and pushed the sleeping scholar.

Yuan Ning rubbed his eyes, "Childe, what's the hurry, the person with the knife is gone?"

"Well, the early bird has worms, when will you become a talent like you? Last night, you complained that I only cared about enjoying the scenery, and if I didn't leave, I really wouldn't be able to catch up with Qingcheng Mountain."

When leaving, Cao Luan bowed to the Confucian Temple, and a wisp of soul that could not be detected by the naked eye suddenly drifted away, "Brother Junji, go all the way", the scholar sighed silently, but the scholar did not notice the strange change, but just urged Cao Luan to hurry.

Xu Ling walked in the forest in a panic, and unconsciously arrived in front of the blue water and cold pool.

The old man with the jade belt around his waist was still fishing, and the hook was still empty, he put away the fishing rod, looked at Xu Lingxi, who was full of bloodshots, and nodded, "Boy, you and I are destined, and the old way will save you today."

"Hmph, don't you pretend to be a master here? If you have the ability, why hide and hide in this all day, why don't I feel that I am sick?", Xu Ling held the knife in his hand vigilantly, Lao Dao pretended to be a ghost here all day long, if he wasn't sure, he would have chopped him to the ground with a knife.

Lao Dao was not annoyed, he slanted his eyes and said with a smile, "You just came in a hurry, did you feel that your belly button is three inches down, your qi is not smooth, and there is a faint pain in your stomach, and you can't lift it up in one breath?"

Xu Lingxian had already felt the sluggishness of the qi, and there was a faint pain in his abdomen, but he was afraid of being seen by the old Tao, so he endured it, he listened to what the old Taoist said, and without hesitation, he knelt on the ground, "I implore the old ancestor to be merciful and save my life, Xu must be grateful to Dade and make you a cow and a horse."

Lao Dao groped for a long time from the cloth pocket beside him, threw away a piece of black minced meat, and "ate this".

The smell was tangy, Xu Lingxian didn't care about the nausea, he hurriedly picked it up and swallowed it, but he felt like a thousand thin blades piercing into his abdomen, the pain in his heart, a disgusting smell gushed up his throat, his blood rushed up, and he almost fainted, he looked at Lao Dao desperately, "You ...... , what did you give me?".

"That's the bitter gall of the poisonous python clam," Lao Dao stroked his beard, squinted and smiled.

"This poisonous python clam is the first of the five poisons, how can there be any good people in the rivers and lakes, I am too careless...... Wow", Xu Lingxian secretly screamed in his heart, his chest was unbearable, he opened his mouth and spit out a pool of fishy poisonous blood, the strange pain in his abdomen disappeared, and his qi was unimpeded.

He knew that he was fine, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic, and said, "Thank you for the grace of the ancestor for saving your life", his forehead hit the bluestone with a bang, he was all hypocritical before, but this time he kowtowed sincerely.

Lao Dao didn't pull him up, let him kneel on the ground, he could still stand these heads.