"Don't!"

"Don't ...... Auntie, help me!"

"Woooooooooo......oo Don't!"

No matter how ignorant she was, she could realize what was going to happen, and the little girl watched in horror as the two middle-aged men walked towards her.

The two middle-aged men are the villagers of Linjiang Village, one of them she still clearly remembers, she should call him Uncle Wu, and remembers that one year when A-Niang was still there, he also helped A-Niang repair the leaky house.

"Uncle Wu......"

The young man flashed a trace of confusion, and he didn't know what to do, but another young man had already grabbed the little girl's arm, and looked at him in surprise when he saw that he was standing there without moving.

"Wu family boy, hurry up, hurry up and send the sacrifice of the Dragon Lord, don't delay the hour!" The toothless old man behind him saw him stop, and shouted at him with a strong recommendation.

The young man was ruthless, no longer paid attention to the little girl who bound his hands, stepped forward and grabbed the legs of the little girl on the ground, and with a light lift, the little girl's thin body was lifted.

"Bang!" the little girl was thrown several feet away.

The surface of the Minjiang River was splashed with a lot of waves.

"Ahem...... Ahem"

The little body fluttered twice on the surface of the water, choked on the water, and couldn't even shout for help.

Many villagers looked unbearable, lowered their heads and couldn't bear to look at them again, but they were also glad to think that it was not their children who were left behind.

......

"Bang", there was a loud bang on the opposite riverbank,

A pine tree that was a foot long and half a foot thick was kicked into the river, and shot towards the end of the river, and a green shirt stood on it.

Minjiang River is a branch of the upper reaches of the river, also known as Wenshui, in fact, strictly speaking, this section of the river near Linjiang Village is just a branch, a river channel opened up when the Xishu Kingdom is still there, specially used to irrigate the farmland of a farmland outside Jincheng, but many years have passed, the river is diverted, although this side is still connected to the Minjiang River, but the water level is lowered somewhat, otherwise it is impossible for anyone to live here, you must know that the river water can even rise several zhang if there is more rain in summer every year.

The Minjiang River, which is less than 100 zhang long, is carrying a burden, holding a peachwood sword, and hanging a yellow gourd on his waist.

You must know that the river water is not as good as the stagnant water in the lake, although the water level in this season is shallower than in summer, the water flow is not urgent, and it is not like this, even if it is a boat, it will be deviated by the flowing river water, which shows that the people in Tsing Yi still have some real kung fu.

The man in the green shirt stepped on the pine wood and floated towards this side, at this time the little girl who had fluttered a few times was almost silent, and her legs, feet and arms were tied, and ordinary adults estimated that there was not much difference.

The man in the green shirt probably also noticed that the person fluttering in the river was almost silent, and the peach sword in his hand slashed the river, and the speed of the pine drift suddenly increased by three points, and shot towards the place in the river, the man in the green shirt leaned down, and his left hand was against the river to draw a ripple, and when he was three feet offshore, he suddenly half of his body leaned into the water, and his arm sank.

"Hey" snorted,

A black shadow broke out of the river from the water, the pine wood stepped on by the Tsing Yi Taoist sank suddenly, the Tsing Yi Taoist footsteps did not stop, a little pine wood in front of the tip, the body swept towards the shore, three zhang away actually jumped over with a shake of the body.

Suddenly there was chaos on the shore,

I couldn't see it clearly from a distance just now, but now I realized that it was a young Taoist priest after crossing the river, and the little Taoist priest ignored them, and put the girl in the water flat on the ground in his hand, and was slightly surprised to see that the girl's hands and feet were bound by the rope, but I didn't think much about it, the peach wood sword shook slightly, and with a flick, the straw rope with the thickness of my fingers was easily cut.

Reaching out to probe his nose, he was no longer breathing, and Qingyi Xiaodao hurriedly reached out and pressed the neck of the girl who was lying flat on the ground, and there was a slight pulse.

The Tsing Yi Taoist helped the child up, supported his body with one hand, and pressed his back with the other hand, and there was no big movement, with slight force, the little girl snorted lightly, spit out a mouthful of water, and then stretched her hand to the girl's nose, and there was already a faint breath.

"Whew...... Let her family change her clothes, and with a little cultivation, it will be fine. ”

The man in the green shirt lay the little girl flat on the ground, stood up, and said to the old men in front of him.

The Qingcheng Taoist is the little uncle of the Qingcheng faction who has been down the mountain for less than two days, Li Lichuan, who was originally enough to rush to Jincheng according to his footsteps, but the dignified Qingcheng faction Qingzi junior uncle actually ...... I didn't know the way, I walked around this mountain forest for a long time, and this morning I finally found a village nearby, and there was the scene just now.

"But what's wrong?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, the one in the middle was fine, just looking at him with a wry smile, as for the two old men next to him, they were already glaring at him, so they almost pointed at his nose and scolded, some of the villagers behind were terrified, and some were panicked.

People who don't know how to observe words and colors, this kind of expression written on their faces, Li Lichuan can still see this, and asked.

"Xiaodao Chief, this baby has no family......"

In the end, Liu Cunzheng, who was still on the side, held back a sentence.

Before Li Lichuan could speak, the old man on the side saw that someone took the lead in making a sound, and said with a stinky face,

"Where did the nosy little Taoist come from, can you afford to offend the Dragon King!"

"Lord Dragon, it's not our fault, it's this little Taoist priest who doesn't know anything!"

Another old man also interjected, crying and shouting.

"Are you sacrificing to the Dragon King?"

Li Lichuan was confused, barely understanding what they were saying.

"Little Taoist, the Dragon Lord blamed us for robbing him of his food, but he was angry and hurt the lives of the two children, just like in the past year, where in our small village dare to go with the Dragon Lord can't get by, it's not ......"

The old man in the middle smiled bitterly and pointed to the little girl lying on the ground.

Although there is a cloud in the ancient saying "The Analects of Confucius": "The son is silent, and the strange power is confused." But in the end, the Taoist priest still relies on these to eat, Li Lichuan can't slap his face no matter what, isn't it, his eyes rolled, he accepted the peachwood sword, and pinched a Taoist seal like the senior brother in charge on weekdays, closed his eyes and pinched his right hand.

The old man in the middle still has a little eyesight, turned around and pressed down with his palm, signaling everyone not to speak, obviously knowing that the little Taoist priest in front of him seems to be counting something, all Taoist priests are getting older and more powerful, you don't have long hair, people naturally don't believe you, this is why Taoist priests have long beards, looking at the fairy wind bones, an old fairy, after all, this appearance is still very important in this line, but just now this green shirt Taoist crossed the river This hand is still not bad, otherwise how can so many villagers endure you ruining the big event of the sacrifice in the village.

"Gaiji is the cause, and the good and the bad are the effect. Killing and sacrificing is a murder, and the retribution of the three ways of killing karma is a disaster, and this sacrifice to the dragon king should not be sacrificed to the living. ”

"What do you mean by the little Taoist?"

Several old men looked at each other, not knowing what was going on, and hurriedly asked.

"It's not appropriate to sacrifice today, haven't you seen me cross the river and not see the Dragon Lord get angry? The Dragon Lord is not here at all today, if you want to sacrifice, I will come tomorrow." ”

"I don't know where the little Taoist priest came from?" Liu Cunzheng asked out loud when he saw that the little Taoist priest was talking about the Tao, and he heard what it meant.

"Poor Dao is the disciple of the Qingcheng Sect in Qingcheng Mountain, not far from here. After speaking, Li Lichuan stretched out his hand and was about to point to Qingcheng Mountain, but he stretched out his hand but remembered that he didn't know the road at all, and forgot which direction Qingcheng was in, so he put his hand down in embarrassment.

As soon as I heard that it was Qingcheng Mountain, the old village on the side was excited, his beard trembled, and he leaned forward.

"But that Qingcheng Mountain where the gods live?"

"Hehe......"

Li Lichuan scratched his head, he didn't know how to deal with him, he didn't know if there were any immortals, but there was still an old god, an old old-fashioned, a dead fat man, and a pretty woman.

The old man opened his voice,

"There is salvation, the old immortal of Qingcheng Mountain has sent a disciple to sacrifice to us. ”

"Is it really the disciple of the old immortal?"

"Such a little Taoist priest is not a liar!"

"Is there really a god in Qingcheng Mountain?"

“......”

"Ahem, ahem...... Do you know who did it when King Shu's mother died a few years ago?"

The old man interrupted the chaotic riverbank, and some villagers vaguely guessed something.

"It can't be the immortal of the Qingcheng faction, right?"

"It is the old Qian immortal of the Qingcheng faction, I heard that the daughter of the king of Shu has sought the master's practice. ”

"Qian Lao Immortal ......" Li Lichuan laughed secretly, Qian Zhi, who was not confused, was actually regarded as an old immortal.

Suddenly my heart was suffocated, daughter!

His uncle, dead fat, has never heard of him doing such a big business in all these years!

In this generation of Qingcheng Mountain, the third senior brother Lu Zhongting and the fifth senior sister Liu Ruyan are responsible for the cultivation of the disciples of the Qingcheng faction, and the fourth senior brother Qian Zhi will go down the mountain to pick up some mundane things, that is, to earn some incense money, otherwise it will not be possible to live on some things in the mountains all day long.

I remember that every time I went back to the mountain, the third senior brother asked the dead fat man for money, and he had to deduct a few taels of silver from him alive, even if he only brought a dozen taels of silver with him every year, Li Lichuan was still wondering why this fat man ran outside for most of the year, but he didn't lose weight at all, and every time he went back to the mountain to clear some weight, he gained a lot of weight when he came back from the mountain.

"That Taoist priest is my senior brother, poor Taoist Li Lichuan. ”

"Little Immortal Li, you must save our village!"

"I'll do the sacrifice tomorrow, don't worry. ”

A young man on the side tugged at Liu Cunzheng's clothes,

"Liu Cunzheng, this ...... Where can we get gold in our village? Old Qian Immortal wants a thousand gold for his practice, why does his junior brother also need a hundred gold!"

Liu Cunzheng just thought of this stubble, and when he thought about it, his expression immediately became bitter, this small dilapidated village, a hundred taels of silver will not be easy to make up for a while, where is there so much money?