Green mountains and green waters, clouds and mist lingering.

There is a Taoist temple in the mountains.

Mingyuan Taoist Temple.

A young Taoist priest poked his head out of the doorway, looked around, seemed to be quite cautious, and after a while, he didn't seem to notice anything, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"In broad daylight, it should be fine. ”

The young Taoist priest slowly opened the door to one side, carried two buckets, walked out of the Taoist gate, and walked along the stone steps.

After a while, they came to the edge of the stream.

The water is clear and cold to the touch.

The young Taoist priest washed his hands, took another handful to wash his face, and then waited for two breaths before he brought a handful to his mouth and drank a sip of water, which was sweet and cool, and then he put the bucket into the stream and filled it with two buckets of water.

The two sections of the flat pole were wound, and the young Taoist priest stood in the center of the flat pole, slowly stood up, pressed on the front end of the flat pole with one hand, and grabbed the rope behind him with the other hand, so as to pick up two buckets of water.

At this moment, a subtle hissing sound came into the ears.

The young Taoist priest was shocked, and when he looked down, he saw a small cyan snake, his pupils suddenly tightened, revealing a frightened look, he took a step back, and fell to the ground.

The bucket and the pole were thrown into the stream, and there was a loud bang, making a splash.

The young Taoist priest picked up a stone and smashed it down on the head of the green snake.

"Let you scare Dao Ye!"

Seven or eight blows in succession took him to death the little green snake, but when he came to his senses, the two buckets and the flat pole had been carried away by the stream.

The stream is not in a hurry, and it is possible to chase it, but this robe should inevitably be washed again.

The young Taoist priest sighed and ran down the stream.

However, when he saw that he had caught up, the two buckets of water had been placed on the shore steadily.

There was a man standing next to the bucket, carrying the pole, tossing it gently, smiling, and saying, "Long time no see." ”

But I saw that this person had a handsome face, good facial features, dressed in a white robe, with gold stripes lingering, and an extraordinary bearing, as if he was a fairy.

"Mr. Kiyohara?"

The young Taoist priest was stunned for a moment.

Qingyuan put the flat pole on the bucket and said with a smile: "Daoist Qiming, I haven't seen you for a while, how did you become so cautious?"

When Qi Ming heard this, he coughed twice, as if he had lost face, and deliberately patted the hem of his clothes to relieve the embarrassment a little, and then raised his head and asked, "Didn't Mr. Qingyuan go to Nanliang to do something?"

Qingyuan said: "After the matter is done, I will go back to Shu for a walk." ”

Qi Ming didn't know what he remembered, scratched his ear, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Mr. Qingyuan is here to find Mr. Yunjing and Old Man Ge?"

Qingyuan nodded with a smile and said, "You can also say that, I wonder if they are still in the Taoist temple?"

Qi Ming shook his head and said, "On the day Mr. Qingyuan left, a girl came to the Taoist Temple, and Mr. Yunjing and Old Man Ge also left with that girl. ”

Qing Yuan was slightly surprised, he also knew that Mr. Yunjing and Mr. Ge would not stay in the Taoist Temple for too long, but he didn't expect to leave the Taoist Temple on the day he left.

"That girl is very beautiful. When Qi Ming said this, he couldn't help but smile a little, and said: "She seems to be surnamed Ge, I remember that day it seemed to be called ...... Ge Guoer?"

"Ge Guo'er?" Qing Yuan muttered twice, and then turned to ask, "Has Gu Cang ever been back?"

"Gu Cang?" Qi Ming shook his head and said, "No." ”

This answer was also expected by Qingyuan, Gu Cang did not return to the Mingyuan Taoist Temple, and most of them were still in Nanliang.

Qingyuan exhaled slightly, and said in his heart: "It's okay, it's not a bad thing to sharpen outside." ”

Qi Ming looked at Qing Yuan, and seemed to be a little speechless.

Qing Yuan thought of the abnormal traces of the young Taoist priest Shicai, and immediately frowned, and asked, "Something happened in the Taoist temple? Is it the one in the well courtyard who is in turmoil again?"

Qi Ming smiled bitterly: "Yes, but it's only half." ”

As he spoke, his eyes widened suddenly, and he said, "How does Mr. Kiyohara know about Jingyuan?"

"What are you nervous about?" Qingyuan said with a smile: "When I was in the Taoist Temple, the one in the Jingyuan was turbulent once, and I also knew about it, and I also asked Mr. Yunjing later. It's just that you two brothers don't seem to have any intention of mentioning it, so I haven't exposed it. ”

Qi Ming was still young, and he seemed a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "This is a secret of this sect, and it is really not easy to publicize." ”

"The sect is secretive, and it is really difficult to publicize. ”

Qingyuan turned his head to look at it and asked, "You can see what you look like, what's the matter?"

Qi Ming scratched his head and said distressedly: "I don't know what to say, all in all, Mr. Yunjing and Old Man Ge are not here, if Mr. Qingyuan has nothing else, it is better to leave the Taoist temple." ”

"Driving me away is not like the hospitality of Mingyuan Taoist Temple. ”

Kiyohara stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Talk to me, maybe you can help." ”

Although Qingyuan was cautious everywhere in the matter of Dusk City, it was only because it involved big people from all sides, such as the real human realm and the sectarian family.

But in fact, with the fact that he is now a Taoist practitioner in the human realm, many things in this world, as long as they do not involve the real human realm, he is qualified to get involved.

As for those who have cultivated to the real human realm, they are already big names from all sides.

Qi Ming glanced at him, quite suspicious.

Mr. Kiyohara had lived in the Taoist temple for a while, and he also knew that Mr. Kiyohara was a cultivator, but his Taoism was not high. And this time the Taoist temple crisis, but even the master is quite tricky, no matter how powerful Mr. Qingyuan is, I'm afraid he won't be able to help.

"Mr. Kiyohara, you don't know what kind of characters are involved here, so you can speak like this. Qiming persuaded: "I think you should go." ”

Kiyohara smiled and said, "You should always say what kind of character it is, so as to scare me away." ”

"Venerable Master. Qi Ming swallowed his saliva and said, "A Venerable Master who has broken through the limits of his personal body, even if he is a great martial arts master, cannot be his opponent. ”

Kiyohara pondered and asked, "How powerful?"

Qi Ming glanced at Qing Yuan, and there was a strange color in his eyes: "That's the Venerable Master! The Venerable Master is the same as the Master! Do you know that the Venerable Master is the Venerable Master, how can we who are shallow cultivators describe it?"

"You......" Qingyuan walked past him and said, "Follow me into the Taoist temple and ask your senior brother for clarification." ”

Qiming hurriedly stretched out his hand, trying to hold him, but he didn't pull it, stood in place, and looked at the two buckets of water, looking very distressed.

"Let me be. ”

Qingyuan's voice came lightly, and said, "Someone picks the water." ”

Qi Ming muttered, "Who else but me picks?"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a blank piece of paper fly out in front of him.

That's not a blank slate, that's a paper man.

The paper figure fell to the ground, and then turned into a person, as tall and short as Qiming, and generally fat and thin.

But this paper figure is pale, faceless, and quite infiltrating.

Qiming was stunned.

The paper man slowly stepped forward and picked up the water with a flat pole.

Qi Ming was stunned for a long time before he was stunned and said, "This is a Taoist technique?"

Qingyuan walked forward and responded, "You are also a cultivator, can't you see it?"

Qi Ming glanced at the paper figure carefully, curious, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of Dao technique is this?"

He looked up, but saw that Mr. Kiyohara had already walked away.

And the sound penetrated his ears.

"Most of the cultivators in the world call it paper-cutting horses. (To be continued.) )