"Thanks... Xie family!"

Looking at the snow, the little Taoist's pupils shrank slightly.

I saw that the ambush location of the eight Xie Jiajin Yilang dressed in snow-white robes was faintly in line with the direction of the gossip and secretly coincided with the stars in the sky.

A person belongs to a hexagram, and the layers are added.

Under the complementarity of each other, they have already filled their respective qi to the peak.

Under the combined attack of several people, it can no longer be measured by the strength of ordinary martial artists in the rivers and lakes.

This array is just like the eight formations that have been passed down from generation to generation by the Zhuge Wuhou clan of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the Western Regions, and it is infinitely useful.

It is no wonder that it is rumored in the Kyushu battlefield that the heirs of Wuhou are not alive, and the Xie family's formation is the only one.

Bai Yujing knelt in the snow, staring, faintly feeling that the mystery was difficult to express in words.

In the meantime, it was secretly combined with the Daomen Star Technique that the old guy on his mountain had mentioned when he was drunk.

This array is running as expected, and it is a little humble to say that it is unparalleled in the world.

But the little Taoist priest has no doubt that under the blessing of this formation, even if he has already entered the immortal path by mistake, it is difficult to get good.

It can be seen that the rich heritage of the Xie family is enough to make people frightened.

This has been a thousand years of rivers and lakes, and after all, it is still the court of all parties to be the greatest!

......

"Just today, in the daytime..."Seeing Xiaodao staring at the figures of several people in the field, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't say a word, the emperor's sleeve robe was flicked lightly, he smiled slightly, and explained softly: "I just left the inn, and I saw that there was a wandering Taoist who came here to sell his art and make a living. ”

"It is said that the Xie family's reaction can be regarded as fast, what just happened in the morning, and eight brocade clothes have been sent to set up a net in the evening. ”

"That is, the rivers and lakes here are far away, even if the Xie family brocade is in a hurry, there are only so many people who can be dispatched, so that the famous silver-clothed guards and those gold-clothed envoys in this huge northern region have another place to go, and they are not here!"

"Otherwise, there would be nothing to do with these eight brocade langs. ”

Saying that, the emperor took out a green jade carved wine jug from his arms, opened the cap but there was no aroma of wine, handed it to the little Taoist priest, and smiled softly: "I have to wait for a while, this snowy day is to drink some wine to meet the occasion, although it is the tasteless light wine, but it is better than nothing!"

Without waiting for the little Taoist priest to come back to his senses, the emperor stretched his waist and said lazily: "Brother Bai, don't think this wine is light, who let this Xie family brocade Yilang is a dog's nose, and this is the tasteless sand wine of my Xihe country to be worthy of being noticed..."

"No... No... The little Taoist priest was not polite, took the wine jug, took a sip, and then took a sip, when he suddenly felt a hot current in his throat stirring through, hot, and almost coughed.

The emperor's eyes were sick, he raised his hand to cover the little Taoist's mouth, shook his head and quipped: "What's the matter? I've been messing around with that thousand-faced bastard for a long time, and I can't even stand this little wine?"

After coming back to his senses, the little Taoist priest was a little dazed, the rivers and lakes all rumored that the emperor's son had a unique demeanor, how could anyone have ever seen him so lazy?

This looks, but it's very similar to the way my brother cheats on weekdays when he cheats on food and drink in the towns along the way...

The emperor's mind was clear, and he could guess what the little Taoist priest was thinking this time, shrugged his shoulders, and the corners of his mouth crossed an arc, "What's so strange, I'm tired and tired to death on weekdays, it's rare that you and I are fated, so how about watching a good show this night?"

"Well... Fun?"

The little Taoist priest was stunned, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

But for a while, he couldn't think of a reason, so he had to learn from Di Jun to squat slightly behind a snow col, poking his head out and looking at the people below

"Look there!"

Suddenly, the emperor elbowed himself.

"Huh?"

Bai Yujing turned his head to look at Di Jun, not knowing what his intentions were.

At this time, the emperor's eyebrows were slightly raised, and he used his arm to crutch again.

This time, with a little effort, the painful little Taoist priest gasped.

"This is..."

This time, the little Taoist priest finally saw it clearly.

It turned out that Di Jun was holding a red vermilion fruit in his hand and sending it to him, waiting for him to pick it up.

Seeing that the little Taoist priest was stunned, the emperor covered his mouth and said: "I am particular about this Luosha wine, also known as Luosha, it is made of hundreds of millions of years of cold spring water in the extreme yin place of the Lieyang Palace, and it is good to drink it with some Zhu Guo on weekdays!"

Stunned, he took Zhu Guo, and the little Taoist priest who took a small bite of it keenly caught some of the emperor's roots.

Sun Palace...

I've heard this name somewhere.

In short, it's not in Kyushu...

was pondering, but he heard the emperor next to him say softly: "It's here." ”

The voice was very soft, but it instantly made the little Taoist's body tense slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at Di Jun's gaze.

Sure enough, I saw a dark shadow walking slowly from the corner of the street.

Looking closely, Bai Yujing found that it was an old man with a little stumbling footsteps, who seemed to be a little hunchbacked, pacing forward with a slight stumbling effort, full of white hair like snow, very suitable for the scene in this snowy night, about sixty years old, with a bitter face.

On his body, he was wearing a half-worn sheepskin jacket, and his dirty and knotted beard remained motionless as he walked, apparently frozen hard.

"Just... That's it... This... This one... Old... Uncle?" the little Taoist priest's eyes widened, obviously not quite convinced.

What made Jinyiwei make a big deal was such a sloppy old man.

"Heh, the demon boy has a thousand faces, who dares to say what his original face is? Who dares to say what kind of face he is living with at the moment?"

"It's no wonder that Jinyiwei is making a fuss, your brother, it's not something they can catch at this level. ”

For some reason, whether the emperor is as handsome as the rumored gods, or he is approachable at this time, the words that come out of his mouth are very convincing.

However, the little Taoist priest shook his head firmly, "This... This... Old... Old man, no... No... Be... Willow... Willow... Skin... Leather face!"

own brother, how can he not recognize it.

In front of him, the old man who suddenly appeared on this snowy night, although it was really a little weird.

But if it was said that it was his brother's transformation, how could the little Taoist not recognize it.

The demon boy has a thousand faces, but he has a familiar temperament on his body that makes this little Taoist priest who is destined to become a sword immortal in the world in the future.

This old man, he's not!

It's just that Bai Yujing really can't figure out the joints.

After all, whether it is the Xie family's overt excuse for arresting their brother, or the secret motive, it is really suspicious.

"Shhh

From beginning to end, the emperor's eyes have been staring at the movement of several people in the field, and he was about to open his mouth to answer the key to the little Taoist, but suddenly the style of painting changed and looked at everyone in the field.

Being drunk like this, Bai Yujing's heart couldn't help but jump violently, just as a mighty wind blew, mixed with a hint of snowflakes and a burst of coolness, which made the little Taoist priest feel a burst of spirit.

In a trance, I felt that everything in the field was becoming clearer.

Different from ordinary martial artists, once a Buddhist monk transcends the realm of the god king and touches the threshold of the mysterious heaven and man, he will be consciously or unintentionally contaminated with that trace of immortal qi falling from the nine heavens, so as to awaken all kinds of magical powers.

Or turn stones into gold, or point to the vicissitudes of life.

or the divine consciousness is unparalleled, or the mirror heart is dustless.

There are all kinds of things, once the supernatural powers are obtained, they can never give up for life.

At this time, Bai Yujing inadvertently had that mysterious and mysterious heavenly eye power, which could be discerned in detail and could be discerned.

At this glance, I saw the old man staggering, and finally approached the eight brocade clothes formed by the encirclement.

According to the Taoist knowledge of the little Taoist, these eight Xie family brocade clothes correspond to each other, Qian, Kun, Kan, Li, Zhen, Dui, Xun, Gen, eight kinds of hexagrams.

And the old man travels all the way from west to east, which is equivalent to entering through the door of death.

If you want to walk safely from the street, you should go out of the door of death again.

There are eight gates in the array, and seven die for life.

The old man seemed to be ignorant, and stumbled in like a drunk all the way, but the eight brocade clothes didn't make a move for some reason.

As everyone knows, in Bai Yujing's eyes, it is a different scene.

At this time, there was already a thin line linking the eight brocade clothes on the field, together with the toddler old man's coefficient.

Jin Yilang couldn't move, but he didn't dare.

In the formation, every place was suppressed by the old man.

If you rush to attack at this time, it will inevitably be a tragic end.

Seeing that the old man had already entered the center of the formation, the effect of the formation was already at its peak.

If the eight brocade-clothed men don't make a move, wait for the old man to take a few more steps, and the formation law will turn from prosperity to decline, and the effect will be greatly reduced.

At that time, Jin Yilang has no chance of winning.

If the old man is allowed to go away, what awaits them must be the strict family law of the Xie family.

It's better to live than to die!

In the field, the eight people saw that the old man was about to come out of the peak of the formation, but they didn't dare to make the slightest move.

Finally, Jin Yilang, who was in the cadre position, was also the one with the highest cultivation of several people, and he bit the tip of his tongue ruthlessly and spewed out a mouthful of hot blood in his heart, which barely broke through that layer of heart barrier.

Exhaled a breath of hot air with a strong smell of blood, and the Qianwei Jinyi Lang was just like a hungry tiger pounced, and the long knife in his hand was already painted into ink and slashed down at the old man in the field!

Qiangua Jinyilang's move finally broke the deadlock in the field, only to see the old man's body trembling slightly, and the silk threads in the eyes of the little Taoist priest were all broken, and the situation in the field was finally revitalized at this time!

Thanks to the knife of the Qianwei Jinyilang, the old man had no choice but to take two steps back, dragging back the footsteps that he was about to walk out of.

At this moment, the rest of the brocade-clothed men no longer hesitated, and their free hiding places flew out, waving their dark black blades to surround the old man.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."

Just as several people were preparing to fight.

The old man suddenly covered his mouth and bent over and coughed.

"Few, a few uncles ......"

When the words came out, it was a scene of aging and decay, and although several brocade clothes stared at the old man with their eyes, their expressions were already a little puzzled.

Before and after, if there are two people.

"Okay, okay......" The old man seemed to be really afraid of a few people in the field, and he gave up his hands again and again, for fear of upsetting everyone.

"It's okay to ask for money, the little old man went south and north to beg for food, but he also saved a few taels of silver... It's all in this baggage, if a few masters want it, just take it!"

"I just want to let the little old man have a way to live, and when the little old man goes back, he still has an adult grandson to raise!"

"Ning Wrong, don't let it go!"

"Kill!"

Immediately, a cold snort was heard, and the Qianyi Jinyi Lang first dragged his knife and walked slowly towards the old man, leaving only a series of questions floating in the air.

"Do you recognize the Thousand-Faced Demon Prince, Liu Xiaofan?"

"Your method of changing your face is clearly the technique of the demon son, how to learn it?"

"He, where is he?"

Qiangua Jinyilang pressed step by step, asking one sentence at a time.

Finally, when he walked up to the old man, he received no answer.

Just a sneer.

"Heh, demon boy?" The old man half-raised his eyes, glanced at the people present, and laughed coldly: "The Yin Lord is the match, the Xie family is building a bridge, so there will be a big show!"

"What did you say?"

When the old man mentioned the 'Xie family', he couldn't help but look cold, and asked sharply.

"What a seventh son of Northern Qin..."

Facing the brocade lang shouting, the old man seemed to be suddenly unconscious, but just laughed to himself: "Emperor Gongzi, Heavenly Evil Son, Miao Gongzi..."

He cleared his throat slightly, and under the white moonlight, the old man seemed to have turned into a singer, singing all the world's fame and romance to the world.

"Demon son, poisonous son, ghost son, butterfly son..."

"One person is the medicine guide, and seven people are the medicine soup. ”

"It seems that the Yin Lord, who lives under the Nine Shades of the Underworld all the year round, is not willing to be lonely after all, and prefers to use this seven-flavor tonic herb to cure the heart disease of the people in the world of Kyushu!"

As soon as the old man's words fell, he felt ripples in the void.

Then, someone stepped out of it.

The face is covered with a ghost face, and the folding fan is gently shaken in his hand.

Looking at the appearance, it is eight points similar to that quiet son.

"Old man, you know a little more...", the voice of the visitor was hoarse, with a little tiredness.

However, the opening was murderous.

......

The little Taoist priest looked at the old man who was becoming more and more crazy, and a chill rose in his heart for no reason.

"This old man..."

Turning his head to look at the emperor next to him, he found that he had withdrawn the wine jug in his hand at some point, frowned slightly, and looked at the field with bright eyes, "I am a little familiar, but I can't figure out for a while how they who have been hiding from the world for tens of thousands of years can suddenly meddle in the troubled waters of Kyushu." ”

"Hahaha..."As soon as the emperor's voice fell, the old man suddenly let out a long laugh, "If you want people to know, unless you don't do it! What about the descendants of the Yin Lord, how can our vein ever be afraid of any party?"

"Kill him!" the grimacing man's voice was soft, but cold.

The words fell, and one step was already disappearing into nothingness again.

"Jinyi, fight to the death!" With the loud shouts in unison, the eight Jinyi Lang of the Xie family took out their knives together.

The wind is blowing and the snow is flying.

Murderous and awe-inspiring!

"With you shrimp soldiers and crab generals, how can you get me?"

"With that turtle cowering in the netherworld for tens of thousands of years, I didn't dare to see the light of day, and in the past, I saw that my family's great saint was like a mouse and a cat, and he dared to watch my little saint master!"

The fog gradually appeared, and the old man looked up to the sky and laughed, and his body gradually changed.

As his body grew, his voice began to grow younger.

Between the words, there is a hint of rebelliousness.

When the fog cleared, the old man finally showed his true form.

It turned out to be a white-haired gibbon monkey wearing silver chain mail and holding an iron rod to the sky!

His body, a hundred feet.

Its meaning, want to fight the sky!

"Proud of the fog, flowers and fruits!" The emperor's figure shook slightly, and muttered: "Sure enough, it's really them..."