Mo Dao claims to be a nameless Taoist, but he is not in any temple to place an order, and recently set up a grass house on the Qiongtai Cliff to practice.

He took the madman's corpse back to the grass hut and put it on the bed, with endless compassion between his eyebrows, and sighed: "Killing the dragon is easy to find, but the extremely cloudy sky and thunder will not be so coincidental, it must be the will of heaven." However, whether it is a dragon or a snake depends on your creation ......."

His long, strange palms caressed by the madman's breathless, paper-white face. But when he saw the madman's eyes open, he woke up like a dream, gasping for breath and drenching in cold sweat.

"The little brother has been sleeping for a long time and has just woken up, presumably he is hungry and thirsty, I, a poor cultivator, have nothing to grow, only some porridge and water......" Mo Dao brought a porcelain bowl, the porridge water in the bowl was tempting milky white, and it was filled with a rich aroma of rice.

The madman looked indifferent, and after a long time, he finally couldn't resist the hunger and thirst in his belly, and reached out to take it. However, Mo Dao suddenly moved the bowl slightly, and said with a smile: "Little brother, don't worry, it's better to report to the house first, so that you can have a title." ”

"My name is Bailichuan Han ......," the madman looked at him in a daze, and only after a long time did he say blankly.

Mo Dao sighed softly a few times, and said to himself: "Baili Chuan's cold shadow is lonely, and his life is made according to the name, when he adds evil energy, this name is extremely unknown......"

Immediately, he raised his eyelids slightly, and said lightly: "A thousand drops of sweat from a grain seed, one meter and one millet, are nothing but the crystallization of the blood and sweat of the producers. He gently placed the bowl on the edge of the bed.

This Baili Chuanhan didn't care, but the suspicious eyes looked around, obviously not knowing where he was, only vaguely remembering the fall off the cliff, and the rest had no clue at all.

He was about to ask, but Wen Mo Dao said unhurriedly: "You are a person who has a dead body and a broken soul, and you should not be left in the world......"

Bailichuan was shocked, his demeanor became sluggish due to shock, and he looked at Mo Dao in a daze for a long time. Suddenly, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then smiled: "The Taoist chief's scary kung fu is really not much inferior to the white-haired old man at the entrance of the village, and he also likes to talk about ghosts and goblins...... That's scary. ”

Mo Dao said sharply: "You are an old man who tells a story, can you scare you a hairy boy? As he spoke, he handed over a bronze mirror.

Baili Chuanhan's hands holding the bronze mirror trembled like chaff, sweat on his forehead was like rain, his eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he muttered endlessly: "Am I dead......?"

It was only after the tea time that he seemed to regain his senses, handed back the bronze mirror, and got up without saying a word.

Mo Dao watched his every move at such a time in silence, and when he heard this, he was suddenly taken aback, and his eyes showed surprise at the moment, and he asked in surprise: "Where do you want to go?"

I saw Chuan Han flicking his hem, and said to him: "Please be gracious to Lord Hades, let the boy and his family get together first, and afterwards pull out the tongue and fry, cut with a knife and saw axe, and the kid has no complaints." I saw that his face was not only without fear, but also unconsciously showed a happy smile, where would there be a trace of gloom or fear in the underworld.

Mo Dao only said that he didn't believe that he was dead, and was about to say something, but he reached out and stroked the rotten right eye socket, and muttered: "I don't know if my appearance will scare them......"

When Mo Dao heard this, he was stunned like a wooden chicken, staring at the half-sized child in front of him, but as if he had seen ghosts and demons, he really didn't expect that at the other party's age, he would be so open-minded.

Mo Dao even knotted his tongue, opened his mouth wide, and couldn't say anything for a long time with the sentence "you, you, you......"

"Lord Hades, do you agree or not?" Na Chuan Han stared at him with puzzled eyes, and asked in a small whisper.

Mo Dao seemed to hold back for a long time, and couldn't help but say: "Okay, well, I, Mo Dao, have been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and I have really seen all kinds of demons and monsters, but I didn't expect to plant a heel in front of you weird boy today." ”

He laughed and sighed self-deprecatingly for a while, and then continued: "The corresponding providence is really extraordinary, how can such a temperament be an ordinary man? Let's say, geography and astronomy, divination and fortune telling, medical skills, Taoism, martial arts and internal cultivation, you can choose one, and you will have your own famous teachers to teach you. ”

Chuan Han said to himself: "Ghosts also want to learn from a teacher?" After a while, he sighed faintly before saying to Mo Dao: "What's the use of learning these now, and you can't teach him the Su family to retribution...... Chuan Han now only asks for a family reunion, and I beg you to be able to fulfill it. As he spoke, he knelt down in front of Mo Dao.

"What if I don't agree?" Mo Dao asked with a smile as he looked at him.

"I'm ......" he was at a loss for a moment, and was silent for a long time. There was no trace of blood on his chalky face, and between his cheeks, there were corpse spots hidden on it, no wonder he thought he was dead and fell into this underworld.

I saw that although the flesh on his right eye was ** erosive, it was very hideous and scary, but those eyes had not faded their innocence, they were as clear as a spring, and their pupils were black and bright, as if they were thinking for a moment, before they gritted their teeth and said hatefully: "If you refuse to agree, I, I will not care what you are the Ten Palaces Yama and the Five Ghost Emperors, and I will definitely make you restless here, and your headache is like a sore......"

Mo Dao shook his head and smiled bitterly, before he said: "Don't worry, there are no Shilaozi Ten Hall Yama, Wufang Ghost Emperor here, and there are no eighteen layers of hell, but there is an old immortal, I just hope to live in peace for a while." So even if I can't promise you, you must not disturb my chickens and dogs, and my headache is like a sore. ”

When this Chuan Han heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then he showed a hint of pride, and said: "I don't care, you bullshit Yama is unfair, and good people will be asked for their souls early, leaving some scourges and doing evil." Even if I only have one finger left, I will point at you and scold you until I lose my breath......"

Mo Dao didn't laugh angrily, and said, "Oh? It turns out that you are just so capable, I don't know how many people from the Su family can be scolded to death?"

Chuan Han was out of breath when he was out of breath, and after holding it for a long time, he scolded "old and immortal, dog ghost official".

Mo Dao just smiled and sighed lightly, "You are not dead yet, how can I promise you? I want to reunite with your dead family, do I want to learn from that executioner and cut you down?"

"I'm not dead yet?" Chuan Han was stunned for a moment, staring at Mo Dao, and suddenly snatched the bronze mirror in his hand again, and kept looking left and right.

Mo Dao suddenly asked, "Do you want revenge?"

Bailichuan was shocked, looked at Mo Dao in a daze, and then lowered his head, landed on the ground with both palms, and bowed to Mo Dao, his forehead slammed hard, and his head was about to break the blood.

Mo Dao stared out the window, at this time the rain stopped, the moon stars were scarce, just as a thin cloud passed, his eyes were like the bright moon that was hidden, dim and unpretentious: "Old boy Ouyang really didn't miscalculate, the evil stars came from the west." Seeing that your revenge is so deep, you must pick up martial arts to practice. No matter what, I don't want to cultivate all my life and take it to the bottom of the coffin. You will worship me as a teacher, and follow me in penance, and I will teach you with all my money, and I will not hide my selfishness. But whether you are good or evil, whether you are a human or a ghost, it depends on your own creation......"

That night, under the faint candle flame, Chuan Han drank the bowl of porridge water, his eyes were full of tears, and the flame of emotion seemed to be beating on his face.