"The surname Lu is crazy, even the master of the door doesn't dare to provoke him, hurry up and take you somewhere to hide......" Erniang picked up Tao Qi, looked left and right, and thought of something after that, and ran down the mountain.

I don't know how many strange formations I have passed through, but in short, Tao Qi found that he had obviously not seen the latter section of the road, and he confirmed that he had not gone out of the mountain gate.

See the hidden map again.

"Old corpse, come out and do a favor!" Erniang shouted towards a hole covered in cobwebs.

"Gongsun Fuji, please call me the Desolate Poet, or call me by my real name. A weak voice came from the cave.

"I don't bother to care what your name is, cure the person, and then let him hide here for a while, this kid just killed the stinky monk's bug!"

"You can actually kill the worm of Lu Sashimi! It's amazing! It's so happy!" The voice was weak, but it still tried to show joy, and after a while, a cloud of spider silk flew out of the hole, pulling Tao Qi inside.

"Wait, why do I want to treat him? Gongsun Fuji, come back ......" Half an hour later, an unwilling shout came from the cave.

However, even if it was a shout, there was also weakness, and the tail note dragged on for a long time.

Erniang had already sat back in the vegetable garden, muttering to herself: "What are you doing? Just because you are slow to react, the conditions? Tao Boy is not my concubine, love is not cured, hum!"

In the gloomy cave, Tao Qi felt a burst of moisture, a musty smell, and the smell of quicklime.

There was almost no light, only footsteps could be heard pacing around the cave.

The word "pacing" is quite vivid, and while "walking" and "degree", degree has the meaning of "thinking".

This pacing person is really slow, so slow that Tao Qi is very panicked, just like waiting upstairs to throw a second shoe.

"Although I hate Lu Sashimi, it doesn't mean that I want to save his enemies......" slowly muttered to himself.

"Although I admire Gongsun Fuji, it doesn't mean that I want to help her ......for free," you sighed.

Footsteps seemed to come to Tao Qi.

"Although I like to study anatomy and bone reuse, it doesn't mean that I have to experiment with this strange body......" He spoke slowly, but always in long sentences, sounding like vomiting blood.

"Let's take it apart and take a look. The voice said slowly.

What a scary word, dismantling ......

The body was barely pulled back to its original state, but Tao Qi felt as if most of his nerves were necrotic, and he didn't feel too much pain.

"Good technique, the realm of the god refining period, but only used the strength equivalent to the foundation building period, three shots, and pierced one hundred and sixty-eight bones into the five internal organs, which was not fatal at the time, but no one could save it after a quarter of an hour. ”

Tao Qi was about to fall into a coma when he heard this, and said in his heart that you were sent by the author to inject water!

"Hmm, little guy, you actually have a sweaty green book, can you still read immortal books? But speaking of which, I did hear recently that there is a book that ordinary people can read. The man picked up what Tao had dropped.

"Since we are both book friends, it is fate to meet each other, so I will save you. The man said slowly.

"This pen, a good antiquity, the runes on it, it seems to be the Meng family? Well, this is a reward for me to study for a few days. ”

Tao Qi felt that the person clapped a few palms in a row, and the strange true qi entered his body, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

When I woke up again, I was faintly aware of my body, and I didn't have that feeling of twisting my limbs.

I tried it, but I can still make a sound, it seems that the injury this time is lighter than when I was gnawed by the Seven Insect Pill.

"Do you think this injury is very light? Actually, you are lucky, that person didn't think about taking your life on the spot, and the seven insects of Lu Sashimi shared seventy percent of the damage for you, plus Gongsun Fuji gave you an unknown number of immortals, so your tissue regeneration ability is quite vigorous, and if there is one less of these conditions, it will really be difficult to save the immortals. The voice said.

Tao Qi waited a full two minutes before confirming that the man was silent.

"Thank you...... Old poet, are you really a poet?" Tao Qi admired poets most in his life, because they never spoke well.

People who write novels are too honest to speak, and anyone can understand them, so anyone can scold.

The shortcut to becoming a master is to find a field that mortals are not familiar with and do things that mortals do not understand.

"Please call me the poet of desolation, or my real name, pale. The man said slowly.

"Actually, we are peers, I am a writer, a writer, a novel!" Tao Qi plucked up his courage.

There was silence for a moment, and then there was a faint sound of shreddling, a bit like flipping a book.

"The scriptures and classics are the great way, the big talk, the poetry and miscellaneous notes, the small way, the novel, we are indeed the same way. The voice said.

Tao Qi snorted: "In fact, the so-called avenue and small road, just like our cultivation, some people only cultivate the second vein of Rendu, and some people find the passage from the whole body, but in terms of achievement, cultivating the avenue alone may not be as good as the small way!"

The desolate poet didn't speak for a long time, and Tao Qi didn't want to ask.

In a trance, it seemed that the man muttered: "I can't find these words, how can I answer them......

Tao Qi was stunned for a moment: "What do you say?"

"It's nothing, look at how much wisdom you have, I'll test you, there is a poem in the Middle Ages: Bright moonlight in front of the stars, it is said that the first word has been changed because of the emperor's offense, what word do you think should be used to restore its original appearance?"

Tao Qi thought for a while: "It's not peaceful, is this really left over from the Middle Ages?"

"What is Pingxuan?" said the man.

Tao Qi was speechless for a while, and said for a long time: "Maybe it's an ancient style poem, don't be flat...... Okay, I think about it, change it to in front of the couch, in front of the kang, in front of the seat?"

Tao Qi guessed one by one, and someone seemed to be reading something in the cave.

"Mazen Bright Moonlight!" The volume in the darkness suddenly pulled out two octaves.

In the cave, there was a lot of light, and Tao Qi hurriedly covered his eyes.

It's easy to dare to slowly lower your hand, so that you can see the cave clearly.

In front of him stood a middle-aged Confucian with white hair, white robes, white eyebrows and white face, and behind him were mountains of books, paper books, silk silks, bamboo slips, and even stone tablets, oracle bones, etc.

"It's pretty much what I imagined, so I said, to be called a 'poet' is always a bit bookish. Tao Qi thought to himself.

But if you look closely, the so-called bookish qi actually comes completely from the mountain of books behind, the Confucian face is two feet long, his eyes are floating, and he is hunchbacked......

His name was pale, but his face was pale, like a zombie.

"Little brother is good, I can actually think of this 'hemp' word, help me have another 'old poetry swordsmanship', I didn't save you in vain!"

Tao Qi didn't understand, if he made up a poem for Lu, he would be able to have one more style of swordsmanship, and what was the sudden call in this hole, but he roughly understood that this pale person should be very powerful.

Not only is it powerful, but there are so many books, it may be a young man, and the most important thing is to hide the characters, maybe in Lou Luomen, he is the most suitable for his apprenticeship.

Tao Qi moved his stiff body and looked back by the way.

Then he was shocked.

Behind him, there is also a mountain, not a mountain of books, but a ......

Mountain of Corpses!