This squad, consisting of the Immortal Warlock, the Golden Half-Demon, the Descendant of the Rui Beast, and the Stone Toad Spirit, has two pairs of eyes.

A pair of eyes is Wei Ye, who is responsible for observing the changes of the stars in the canopy, deducing the movements of ghosts and mortals, and making the most reasonable decisions - although there are obviously not many such opportunities.

A pair of eyes are currently toad Wang Chao, who is responsible for watching the sky at night and looking at the air in the middle of the day, and not stepping into the pit on the side of the road.

At this moment, this stone toad spirit had a stone axe pinned to his waist, a bundle of firewood on his back, and a head wrap wrapped in the shape of a parishioner, looking like an ordinary woodcutter, walking slowly on the bank of the river outside Blackwater City.

The name of Blackwater City is also thanks to the Blackwater River that passes by the city.

Unlike the rivers in Guanzhong that can even make a handful of oil from river mud, the riverbed of the Heishui River is always exposed to those white and miserable gravel. These stones, which have never been washed away by the river to make them slippery, come from the Qilian Mountains at the source of the river, and are the dowry brought by the melting snow in early spring every year. Even those river stones that have been washed by the river all the year round and have become like pebbles are still a little prickly when you touch them.

Even the old trees on both sides of the river bank are mostly red willows and elms, and the weathered and cracked bark and gray leaves always make it difficult to remind people of the soft scenery of the weeping willows and Baling wounds in the pass.

But in such a rough river, there are also sandbars for egrets to settle in, and there are also catches for fishermen to eat.

On one side of the rock, a person wearing a straw hat and holding a poplar fishing rod on his head quietly looked at the fishing line in front of him.

The fisherman was old, and the white hair on his head was sparse and almost bald, but his beard did not grow, and only a pair of slender mustaches hung down from his lips. I don't know if it's a poor family or a personal hobby, the fisherman only wears a short gown, but the front and back of the heart are two colors, the front looks like an ivory yellow gown, but the back is a dark green, and this old man is hunchbacked, and it looks even more funny.

Wang Chao, a toad dressed as a woodcutter, walked behind the old man and said, "Mr. Wu, the little monk brought half a bottle of new wine and a piece of salted meat from the master's house today, and when he met the old man, he should have a cup together." ”

Wu Laoweng heard someone call him, shrank his head slightly, and then turned his head to look at Wang Chao, and said slowly: "Who did I say, so generous, it turned out to be a toad monk from your level." Your father-in-law is indeed a tolerant man, so he asked you to steal food and eat every day as a favor. ”

Wang Chao didn't argue, he only smiled: "My lord has a great background, and these ordinary foods are not much in his eyes. The ground is deserted and empty, but there are few colleagues, and it is also the creation of the little monk to meet Mr. Wu. Although this wine is not good, it has some taste, Mr. Wu, come on, come on, eat this cup first. ”

Wu Laoweng couldn't help it, took the clay bowl handed by Wang Chao, first stretched his neck, sniffed it carefully, and then tilted his neck and drank it all. After drinking, Fang Cai smacked his lips and said: "It's a little bit of wine, but it's a pity that compared to sixty years ago, when the old man met Helan Gong with the black water river god, the empty green **** he drank can't be compared." ”

Wang Chao listened to this old man's complaints, and he didn't say much, but pretended not to understand anything: "Nan Wuben is my Buddha, how can the old gentleman get drunk with a sip of wine?" This Heishui River originates from Qilian Mountain, and the Heishui River God wants to worship Shangguan, and he should also go to worship Qilian Gong, how can he go to worship Helan Gong?"

Wu Laoweng snorted and laughed a few times, and then said: "Sure enough, he is a monk from other places, and he doesn't know the local story." The Qilian Gong you are talking about, more than a hundred years ago, was still a local god. Whether it is the Xiongnu or the Han army, when they go out to fight, they have to make a special sacrifice. However, a hundred years ago, the old man on Helan Mountain, raised his wings of golden light, and went straight to the Tiangu Cliff of Qilian Mountain. The concubines of Duke Qi Lian are now all used by Duke Helan. Now that Helan Gong is in charge of the two mountains of Qilian and Helan, the gods of the mountains, rivers, fields and soils, and the local river god wants to visit Shangfeng, doesn't he have to go to Helan Immortal Mansion?"

After saying this, Wu Lao Weng smiled again, shook his head and said: "These old yellow calendars, why do you still mention it now? Don't say it, don't say it, drink, drink." ”

Wu Lao Weng refused to speak, but he couldn't stand the toad Wang Chao said solemnly: "I can't imagine that the old gentleman has served the local water god master, and I think he has also received a position, and he can speak well in the local water mansion......?"

At the mention of the word Shuifu, Wu Laoweng changed color, and was about to silence the toad monk. Unexpectedly, at this time, the sun had already sunk in the west, and in the dim and bleak mid-air, a black gas suddenly surged, and Wu Laoweng didn't have time to speak, so he just said: "Come with me!" and the whole person jumped into the river and buried his head under Fang Yan.

Wang Chao also knew how to advance and retreat, seeing that Wu Laoweng was in a hurry, he hurriedly shrank his body, but he used Wei Ye to pass on his mixed yuan Ruyi magic box, shrunk his body to the size of a fingernail, and drilled into the stone crack by the river.

The two water monsters had just hid, and the black qi stopped on the river bank half-sinking and half-floating, and there was a samurai with a single horn on his head and a wide mouth with gills, wearing a red scale armor, carrying a pair of short forks in his hands, and a cloud of yin wind rose under his feet, and he asked: "I just passed through the cloud road, and I clearly saw a faint demonic qi surging, why did it disappear all of a sudden?"

In that black air, a group of people and horses were revealed, all of whom were grimacing generals. There was a carriage in the middle of the team, and under the black cloth umbrella sat an elegant middle-aged man with a sick face and a beam crown on his head, and when he heard this, he said: "The Helan Guild hunts in the northwest, and the officials of Liang and Erzhou are above a thousand stones, and they must order the divine soldiers and the Helan Guild Alliance." At this moment, even if you collect some mountain spirits and water monsters, you can't do anything. What's more, the demonic spirit is too weak, and it can't be a climate if you think about it, so if you bring them to you, you won't be able to strengthen the façade, and the general doesn't have to waste time, so it's better to hurry up. ”

When the warrior with the red armor fish gills heard this, he hugged his fists and said: "The Ming Mansion has taught us a lesson, so we can start later." ”

The middle-aged man nodded and said no more, and then the emperor flicked the whip flower, and the two ghost horses pulling the cart neighed, and the line of soldiers and horses turned into a black gas again, rolling away in the northwest direction.