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Erlang God was in front and Song Qiu was behind, and the two walked along a narrow dirt road that could only accommodate one person in the direction of Qingcheng Mountain.

The wind blows from an invisible place, and the wild trees in the mountains and forests chirp in unison.

Song Qiu stepped on a thick layer of fallen leaves that were slightly wet, and was about to continue moving forward, when Erlang in front of him stopped suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Song Qiu asked suspiciously.

Erlang God ignored him, put his hands behind his back, turned to stare at the road he had just walked with a serious expression, and said, "Come out." ”

Song Qiu's face changed slightly, could it be that someone was following him?

The mountain breeze gradually subsided, and the forest leaves returned to silence.

Through the soft moonlight like a thin veil sprinkled from the sky, you can see that there is nothing above the silent mountain road.

Song Qiu was about to ask Erlang God if he was mistaken, when he saw a strange and deformed black shadow appear at the end of the mountain road.

The black shadow has an erect upper body, and its lower body is like a centaur beast in ancient Western legends, although it seems that its upper body is fatter.

The dark shadow slowly moved along the mountain path.

Song Qiu turned his head to look at Erlang God, only to see Erlang God holding his hands on his chest, staring coldly at the black shadow, not like he was guarding against the enemy, but as if he was glaring at the junior who made a mistake with reproach.

Thinking of this, Song Qiu had a vague guess in his heart, and looked at the black shadow again.

The black shadow was close, and Song Qiu finally saw what it was.

The moonlight traced the outline, where is the strangely shaped centaur beast, it is clearly a red panda fat eating and riding on the back of the roaring dog.

Looking at the two animals angrily and funny, Song Qiu helplessly spread his hands and asked, "Why did you walk out?"

Fat eat, this little guy is very smart, he knows that he can't appear outside as a panda, and he wears a Song Qiu coat, which looks like a little chubby child who steals adult clothes, and his clothes are tightly covered on his body, only two big eyes blink in the collar.

Seeing Song Qiu as if he was seeing a relative, he held the golden black ball with both hands hidden in his clothes, and happily called "Ahh

The Howling Dog stuck out his tongue and barked twice at Erlang - at least Song Qiu thought that expression was quite flattering.

When Erlang God was there, the Roaring Sky Dog generally didn't use human language to communicate with Song Qiu, and it looked transnational...... Cross-species languages are really troublesome for growling dogs.

Erlang God frowned, stared at the Roaring Sky Dog and said seriously: "Why does Ben Zhenjun need your help?"

The roaring dog barked twice, Erlang God hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Okay, you just follow up, don't make trouble." ”

Song Qiu pouted his lips on the side, looking at Erlang God like this, he could guess what the Roaring Sky Dog said, it was nothing more than the Roaring Sky Dog saying that he wanted to help, and this dead arrogant and proud Erlang God felt that his self-esteem had been hit, so he sternly refused, and then the Roaring Sky Dog said something more

Good words, this made Erlang God, a bad-tempered guy, agree.

The group continued to walk in the direction of Qingcheng Mountain.

The closer he got, the more cold Song Qiu felt, and Erlangshen's expression became more serious.

That sudden cold obviously did not belong to normal weather changes, and even Song Qiu understood that great changes must have happened on Qingcheng Mountain.

Seeing a broken thick wooden trunk under a tree, Song Qiu squatted down and picked it up, took it in his hand and weighed it, and the weight was not light.

Erlang God caught a glimpse and mocked: "Are you picking up this stick to catch chickens?"

Song Qiu argued: "Dugu seeks defeat with a wooden sword to defeat heroes all over the world, how can my current cultivation not be too far behind Dugu's defeat, how can a wooden stick not be able to get rid of ghosts?"

Erlang God sneered: "First, Dugu's quest for defeat is just a made-up character, and it can't be done accurately. Second, if an immortal cultivator cultivates to a high and profound realm, he can indeed use grass and trees as soldiers, but what use can you use as a little guy who has only stepped into the foundation building realm with half a foot, and take a stick, except for killing chickens and driving sheep?"

Song Qiu was about to refute, when suddenly a sudden change protruded.

A ghost with an eerie cold aura burst out of the woods next to it, and its claws fluttered towards Song Qiu.

Song Qiu turned his head sideways.

A pale face, an eye missing an eyeball, a bleeding nose and mouth, and a ragged rag beast suit that covers the body in front of him.

This is the evil spirit from ancient times!

Song Qiu's eyes flickered in the moonlight, he held the thick wood trunk palm turned slightly, his hand was lifted up, and the dry bark on the rough wood trunk fell off in the fierce wind, like an old cicada has lost its old skin.

Song Qiu's stick was faster than the devil's claws.

So the stick slapped the demon's translucent body

There were shallow rays scattered on the sticks, some of which looked like crystal jelly, but of course it wouldn't be jelly.

The mangs spread over the demon's body, and the demon screamed, as if to completely vent the resentment of the past and the present in the cry.

However, his screaming was soon interrupted, and the light on Song Qiu's stick was like a burning flame, devouring and engulfing the evil ghost bit by bit.

The demon's form dissipated as if it had never appeared in this world.

Erlang God had a calm face, the expression on his face was glowing with a cold light, and he said in a deep voice: "The situation is worse than imagined, and there are already evil ghosts who have escaped from the seal. As time goes on, the number of ghosts escaping will only increase, and we must speed up. ”

Fat Eater stood on the back of the roaring dog, seemed to understand what Erlang God said, and patted the flesh's chest with his little paws very righteously, and said extremely seriously: "Ahhh ”

Erlang God turned his head and glanced at Song Qiu, and said, "Boy, okay, I really swept away the evil ghosts with a stick." But I see that your trick just now is handsome and domineering, subtle and profound, very good, really good. ”

Song Qiu's face was slightly embarrassed, thinking to himself, can't you see the origin of this trick?

Erlang God asked, "What kind of trick is this?"

Song Qiu opened his mouth, was dumb for a long time, and said slightly sneeringly: "This is what I learned from you, Zhenjun. ”

Erlang God continued to ask with an expressionless face, "I never taught you, how did you learn it?"

Song Qiu replied honestly: "You did it once on the barren mountain, and after I saw it, I thought about it carefully in my heart, and then when I went to Qingcheng Mountain with Master Daozhen, I suddenly realized it. ”

Erlang God remembered that on that nameless barren mountain, he used the knife technique in the three-pointed and two-edged blade to turn into a palm and slap it on the head of the trafficker.

He bowed his head and was silent for a long time, with an inexplicable look in his eyes.

"Zhenjun, is there anything wrong?" Song Qiu asked tentatively when he saw that Erlang was silent for a long time.

"Of course it's not right. Just by seeing my casual palm, you can feel a bit of the essence of my three-pointed and two-edged divine blade knife technique, which can no longer be explained by two simple words of genius. ”

Erlang God raised his head, looked at the stars arranged in the sky, and said, "I was thinking, maybe it wasn't by chance that the network management recruitment system found you. ”

"What's that?"

Erlang God gently spat out four words from his mouth: "That's fate." ”