Chapter 211: Take a bite of your heart's blood

Qiantang County. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Before Yingquan reached the entrance of the city gate, he was stopped by a man dressed as a Taoist priest.

"Sir's surname is Ying!" the little Taoist priest stood by Yingquan's side and said softly.

"That's good!" Ying Quan nodded affirmatively, and then asked in confusion: "Who is the little Taoist?"

Could it be the Moyu that this person entrusted Tong Guan to give him?

But after thinking about it, he laughed at himself, Tong Guan said that he was a senior, and the little Taoist priest in front of him obviously didn't look like a senior, and he really cared about it!

It really shouldn't be.

"Master said that there will be a Mr. Ying with a knife at this hour to rush to the gate of Qiantang County at this hour, so let Xiaodao wait here, this is not to meet Mr.!" The little Taoist priest did not answer Yingquan's question.

Ying Quan saw that the little Taoist priest was not surprised, and asked again: "Who is your master? Why did he know that I was coming? And does he often tell fortunes to others?"

Ying Quan asked three questions in one breath.

"Don't blame him, sir, the master said, when you see him, just take him back. The little Taoist priest continued.

"What if I don't go?" Yingquan pretended to be difficult.

"The master said that Mr. would go, then he would definitely go, if Mr. in order to fight with the Taoist, a big thing, wouldn't it be Mr. who suffered losses?" The little Taoist priest saw Yingquan like this, and he was not in a hurry, but just smiled slightly and said such words.

"Okay, good!" Yingquan laughed three times, and then said, "The troublesome little path leader has led the way!"

"Sir is polite!" The little Taoist priest heard Yingquan say this, and immediately said to Yingquan: "Sir, please here!"

The little Taoist priest did not bring Yingquan into the county seat, but went to the suburbs.

There is a small hill here, although it is not a famous mountain and a big river, and it is not a top-notch scenery in this place of Suzhou and Hangzhou, but it is better than a quiet word!

The so-called winding path leads to a secluded place, and that's it!

There is no Zen room here, just an ordinary farmhouse courtyard!

"Sir, this is it. The little Taoist priest walked outside the courtyard, knocked lightly on the door a few times, and then paused for a few seconds before softly saying, "Master, Mr. Ying has arrived!"

"Please come in!" came a very old-sounding, even slightly frail voice.

"Sir, please come in!" the little priest pushed the door open from the outside and made a gesture of please.

Obviously, the little Taoist priest did not mean to enter together.

At this time, Yingquan suddenly thought of Elder Zhiming, who he met in Liquan Mountain that day, who was also a senior, and he almost died in his hands, and now he shuddered when he thought about it!

The predecessors in this can't be a pervert like that, right?

Yingquan couldn't help but think at this time.

"Since Daoyou has already arrived outside the door, why hesitate!" At this time, the old voice came from inside the door in front of Yingquan again.

"Fellow Daoist?" Ying Quan's eyebrows raised, did he already know my identity?

Anyway, I've already arrived here, if something happens......

Thinking of this, Yingquan touched the blood-colored blade that had been hanging on his chest.

Yingquan settled down and slowly pushed the door open.

I saw a man wearing a Xingchen robe, sitting cross-legged on a futon, his face was full of old wrinkles, and he couldn't recognize his original face.

"Fellow Daoist, please sit down!" The old Taoist priest gently waved the float in his hand, and with a bang, the door behind Yingquan had been gently closed, and even in front of Yingquan, there was an extra futon.

"How can you be worthy of the word Taoist in front of the seniors, could it be that the seniors know the identity of the poor Dao?" Yingquan heard the kindness of the old Taoist priest one by one, and he didn't dare to slack off at the moment, and asked with some doubts.

"Disciple of Patriarch Xiyi, the old Taoist calls a Taoist friend a big one!" The old Taoist priest waved his floating dust, and there was a hint of a smile on his face that was already like dead wood.

Although he had already guessed that the old Taoist priest knew his identity, when he heard him admit it in person and tell his origin, Yingquan couldn't help but be surprised.

Yingquan saw the old Taoist priest's smiling eyes, and quickly settled down and sat upright.

"Well, Lao Dao doesn't have much time left. The old Taoist priest stopped Yingquan, who wanted to ask, and continued: "To make a long story short, the old Taoist has long known that such a day will come. ”

"It's only a year ago that this feeling is getting stronger and stronger!" said the old Taoist priest who took out a piece of ink jade from his hand again, which was exactly the same as the one that Tong Guan handed over to Yingquan before, there was almost no difference!

"Lao Dao was the Si Tianjian enshrined by the imperial court back then, and by chance, Lao Dao got this piece of ink jade, with this piece of ink jade, Lao Dao was also considered to be windy and rainy in Tokyo back then, even if he was a disciple of Longhu Mountain, he would be three points weaker when he saw Lao Dao!"

"Fifteen years ago, Lao Dao relied on a piece of ink jade to estimate that there would be a great change in the Great Song Dynasty in the future, and the country would be ruined...... But according to the old Taoist calculations, there is still a glimmer of life!" the old Taoist priest continued.

"What is it?" asked Yingquan curiously.

"It's this piece of ink jade, and a person's name!" Speaking of this, the eyes that were originally cowardly opened wide, stared at Yingquan and said: "This name is Yingquan!"

Ying Quan smiled bitterly when he heard this, and said, "But senior, why are there so many black jades?"

At the same time as the two of them were talking, the old Taoist priest had already put the piece of ink jade in his hand in front of Yingquan, and then with a wave of the Taoist robe, seven identical pieces of ink jade appeared in front of him again, and a piece of Yingquan was in his hand, a total of nine pieces!

"Nine is the extreme number, it has reached the limit!" The old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and made a move at Yingquan, the meaning was very obvious.

This was obviously a historic moment, and Yingquan Mari handed the piece of his body to the old Taoist priest.

The old Taoist priest looked at Yingquan and smiled, and after a change in his hand, these nine pieces of ink jade rose into the air, forming a nine-palace formation in the air!

"Woohoo!"

The combination of these nine pieces of ink jade actually made a strange sound.

The ink-colored jade block can even exude colorful brilliance!

End of the singularity.

"Fellow Daoist, don't be distracted!" Saying this, the old Taoist priest suddenly put a mouthful of true yuan on his chest, and with a free hand, he clicked three times on his body, "Bang!" With a bang, a big hole was broken in the old Taoist's chest!

A phantom shadow was reflected from the chest of the old Taoist priest, it was the appearance of Moyu, and the nine pieces of Moyu were firmly fixed together!

"Take a bite of your heart's blood!" At this time, the old Taoist priest shouted at Yingquan! )