"But I think you have a good ring" After speaking, Ye Qingchen stared at the ring on Mr. Pang's hand and swallowed his saliva. Trying to get out of the situation of asking for food for 10,000 years.

“...... That's it, well, it's not completely impossible, little brother, you sit closer," Mr. Pang put away the book. Pretending not to hear the second half of his words, he groaned slightly and beckoned to him. At the same time, he secretly said to himself, if this ring is really given to you, I am afraid that you will not live for three days.

Ye Qingchen was puzzled, but he still sat opposite Mr. Pang. Just sit tight. I saw Mr. Pang put his hand on his forehead. Exhaled, and a powerful suction force came from his hand. Bang, the door of the head is attached to the palm of the hand.

"What are you doing!" I ......" Ye Qingchen was startled and shouted in a panic. Then there was a buzz in the head. He was stunned and couldn't say a word.

"Water, Junya. The trip to the north is like a lot of water flowing together, and there is a slight yang in it. Water is the word, and it is accurate. The nutrients are average, and there are guidelines. Water, cold sex, balanced nutrients, and yin fluid nourishment, are all characteristics of water......" (Note 1)

Mr. Pang's voice sounded in his head. But it seems to come not from the mouth, but from heaven. Quite sacred. Telling about knowledge he had never heard of. There was a slight pain in my brain. Ye Qingchen desperately wanted to break free, but he couldn't move. He could only let the voice ring in his head. Dig into the back of your mind.

I don't know how long it took for the voice to finally stop. Ye Qingchen regained his senses, stayed for a moment, and jumped up with a breath.

"Who the hell are you, but what kind of magic did you use on me?" Ye Qingchen's voice was a little frightened, and he screamed while looking at his body, but everything was safe and sound. His hands and feet are also moving normally.

It's just that my head still hurts a little. Everything that the voice said seemed to be engraved in my head......"

"Everything you just heard is the whole content of the Shushui Sutra. But you can't read. That's all I can do. As for who I am. You don't have to know. “

After doing all this, Mr. Pang seemed to be very tired and tired, and said lightly with an expressionless face. Picked up another bottle of wine and drank it to himself.

Ye Qingchen tossed for a while, confirming that there was nothing unusual about him. He stood there and thought about it. After this voice appeared, I had more knowledge in my mind. According to this knowledge. This "Book of Rivers" can indeed strengthen the body and prolong life. It's just that I don't understand how to understand it. It's as if you were born to understand. At this time, he remembered the words of the fox fairy again, and was convinced that Mr. Pang should not lie to himself.

"Could it be that Mr. Pang is also an immortal?" he asked cautiously.

"Hehe, immortals!? Maybe. Mr. Pang laughed a little self-deprecatingly. is so down-and-out that they are embarrassed to say that they are immortals......

"Little brother, the old man still has some things to hand over to you for safekeeping, ......" Mr. Pang said suddenly after taking a sip of wine.

"Ah, what did you just say?" Ye Qingchen was thinking about the scriptures when he was suddenly interrupted, but he didn't hear what Mr. Pang said.

Before Mr. Pang could say the next sentence, he suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and with a wow, he spit out a large mouthful of blood, and the aroma of the wine was mixed with the smell of blood, which filled the air in an instant, making people feel disgusting.

The remaining half bottle of wine rolled to the side, flowing non-stop, and Mr. Pang was about to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but he took another sip and spit out more. For a while, he coughed up blood and couldn't stop coughing up. Ye Qingchen had never seen such a scene, he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only hold on to Mr. Pang and keep touching his back with his hand.

After a while, Mr. Pang finally stopped vomiting blood, but he was panting, looking like a gossamer, and he was dying in an instant.

"Little brother, I'm afraid my life will not be long, and when I die, ...... me Ahem, ahem, just bury me under this dock. “

As he spoke, he took off a jade pendant from his neck with difficulty, but it was a blue jade. There are faint waves of water flowing above. At first glance, it is not ordinary. As he spoke, he put it on Ye Qingchen's neck. "This jade pendant is extremely important to me, after I die, you must remember to carry this jade pendant close to you, and you can't leave your side for a moment. Promise me!". Mr. Pang grabbed Ye Qingchen with both hands, and stared at him with a pair of blood-red eyes.

Ye Qingchen's face turned pale with fright, and his head nodded quickly: "Okay, I promise you!"

Ye Qingchen didn't have time to think too much in a panic, so he took the jade pendant and hid it on his chest.

After receiving the promise, Mr. Pang seemed to be relieved, and then patted his chest, and the reverse scale armor fell in the palm of his hand. In the sunlight, the golden light shimmers, and the brilliance is unusual. It's just that there are a few holes in the back of this golden armor, as if some kind of claw poked out. In this case, Ye Qingchen couldn't take care of that much.

Mr. Pang's hands trembled violently, and he turned over his hands and took out two vials, one black and one red. Along with the golden armor, he handed it to Ye Qingchen. "When I die, don't show these things in front of people. In the future, you will definitely encounter a lot of difficulties when you cultivate the Water Sutra, and when you encounter a bottleneck, you can only take this red bottle pill. You can't touch it on weekdays.

The pill in this black bottle is an elixir that stabilizes your meridians, and you must take one on the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar every year, otherwise you may lose all your efforts. And this golden armor is my personal thing, this armor can be invulnerable to protect you, cough, cough...... You can't ask for anything else in me, and you can't ask for it. I am afraid that there will be a disaster of killing, and the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty......"

As he spoke, Mr. Pang's voice weakened, and his neck was crooked and he lost his breath.

For a while, Ye Qingchen couldn't help but tremble and was overwhelmed with grief. I had a friend for the first time in my life, although I was older, but I was quite a match, how to say that death would be death. And all this reminded him of the day his grandfather left...... Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, and he cried loudly.

There was only one body left on the beach. And the cry of wah, and nothing else. In this situation, it seems that the dazzling sunlight has also dimmed......

Ru Mao drank blood and pursued it all his life, but he was at ease.

Fate gathers and disperses, heroes go, sad tears, an emptiness, how can the world predict.

Since then, yin and yang have been separated, so the old man is not there, and he keeps his promise far away, and he is a young man.

I don't know how long later, his stomach rumbled, and he was tired and hungry from crying. In desperation, he had no choice but to look around, put the golden armor on his body, and put away a lot of items.

"Let's bury the gentleman first!" he thought to himself. So he grabbed Mr. Pang's arm and dragged him towards the dock, and under the force, Mr. Pang turned face down, and turned over, only to see that five small holes were exposed on his back as the same as the golden armor, but there was no blood. There is a faint black air around the edges. It's weird.

And Ye Qingchen was sad in his heart at this time, but he didn't notice these details. just dragged Mr. Pang and walked forward step by step. Leave a long trail on the sand......

This obviously thin body seemed to have endless strength at this moment.

Half an hour later.

Ye Qingchen, who was sweating profusely, stuck the stick he brought when he came to the place where Mr. Pang was buried.

He bowed three times to the stick. With tears in his eyes, he reluctantly went to Peng Cheng.

That night, Ye Qingchen lived in the moat bridge hole.

"The fox fairy really didn't lie to me, and got a few treasures. The monks in the temple often say that saving people's lives is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, which is much stronger than that floating slaughter or something. What is Futu?"

Ye Qingchen was holding half of a baked cake from nowhere in his mouth, muttering indistinctly, and playing with a blue jade pendant in his hand. Under the moonlight, it looks better than during the day, Ye Qingchen can't put it down, and he likes it tightly.

If anyone sees it, they will wonder how such an incomprehensible jade pendant could be in the hands of a beggar. You'll think it's stealing. Fortunately, he remembered what Mr. said. And not in front of people.

After playing with it for a while, he touched the gold armor inside his clothes, and then took out a small bottle from the cloth bag behind his back.

After opening the lid and pouring it into the palm of his hand, three pills rolled out, Ye Qingchen leaned in front of his nose and smelled it, there was a faint bloody smell. "This pill must be hard to eat. He said to himself with a look of disgust.

At this moment, I saw that on the roads on both sides of the moat, many officials and errands suddenly poured out, and they were all holding bright torches.

When he saw Ye Qingchen, the man in charge shouted, "It's him! ”

Ye Qingchen was shocked, what's wrong!?

At the moment, he was looking around, but there was no way to escape, when an official jumped down from the bridge and kicked Ye Qingchen in the face.

Ye Qingchen was dizzy, two lines of nosebleeds flowed, and the look in his eyes slowly sluggish. Poof, one leaned back, fainted.

I don't know how long it took, he woke up in a daze, looked around, and was shocked. This is Pengcheng Prison!

"Ahh

"What are you arguing about, stinky boy!?

A sleeping man next to him scolded angrily.

At this time, the jailer rushed to the scene: "Boy, I heard that you stole the buns of the proprietress of the steamed bun shop during the day, and then went to the restaurant to eat and drink, is there such a thing?"

"I really didn't steal ......"

"Stinky boy, whether you steal it or not, the death of the boss lady and the shopkeeper Xiao Er has nothing to do with you...... Your sin has been decided, and tomorrow you will be beheaded, and you will die. ”

"You...... What do you say? Dead woman, madwoman...... Dead!?And the shopkeeper and Xiao Er?" Ye Qingchen sat slumped on the ground.

The jailer chuckled twice. Turn and leave.

"Wronged, I'm really wronged! Official! Official...... Don't go!" Ye Qingchen's helpless voice echoed throughout the prison.

A group of scoundrels next to him shook their heads one after another, another vain ghost.

It seems that this kind of thing is no longer strange to them.

This Pengcheng official came up by bribery, and if there was a murder, the culprit could not be found. Just find a lowly person to finish the job for the dead ghost.

At the top, this official is known for solving cases very quickly.

At this time, Ye Qingchen was sweating profusely and panicked.

Suddenly, the words of the old Tao of Wu Wei sounded in his mind: "Disaster is coming......

He woke up suddenly and touched his body.

took out the spirit talisman of the old way of Wuwei and swallowed it in one gulp.

Puff puff puff ......

I saw that my body seemed to melt, and then slowly seeped into the ground.

It was pitch black in front of me, but there was the sound of whirring wind in my ears.

I don't know how long it took, Ye Qingchen felt that his body was light, and he slowly surfaced to the ground.

As soon as Fang opened his eyes, he saw Wuwei Lao Dao and Bai Fat Dao Tong standing in front of him with a smile.

"Little donor, I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Ye Qingchen knelt on the ground: "Thank you Dao Ye for saving your life!"

"Little donor!

Ye Qingchen jumped up without caring about patting the soil: "Dao Ye, what should I do now?"

Wuwei Lao Dao nodded, pinched his fingers and counted, and changed several gestures, but his brows were always furrowed. The sound of tsk continued......

At this moment, a fox roared sound, and the old man of Wuwei was shocked: "It's broken, that beast is coming!"

"Little donor, you and I will say goodbye, this Pengcheng must not go back in the future. From here, five miles to the east is Lincheng. Don't listen to what the fox demon says!!

After that, he pulled up the white fat Taoist boy, and turned into a white light and went north.

Ye Qingchen wanted to say something, but when he saw that the two of them had long since disappeared, he had to shake his head helplessly and hurriedly ran towards Lincheng.

On the road, the old man did nothing, and the wind kept in his ears. The two stepped on a whisk of dust and flew through the air.

The white fat Taoist boy suddenly asked, "Master, has the little beggar escaped from the fire pit?"

Wuwei Lao Dao sighed lightly: "Hey, no matter where this little beggar goes, he will die." However, although Lincheng is another fire pit for him, it is the only place where he can ask for his life......"

The white fat Taoist boy was puzzled: "Another fire pit?"

At this time, Wuwei Lao Dao exclaimed: "It's broken!!"

"What's wrong, master?"

"I forgot to collect money again!"

“......”

Note 1: Quoted from "Shuowen Jie Zi Water Ministry" and "White Tiger Tongyi: Five Elements"