Little boy with a dull skin, an old man without vitality, what is the intention of blocking him like this? This made him stand upside down. wWW!QUanbEn-xIAoShUo!COm
The gray hair was filled with black blood, which had dried up for an unknown number of years. It was originally an extremely sharp ancient sword, but now the hilt was already rusted and stained. It was hard to imagine how long it had gone through.
"Old man, what are you stopping me for? If you have something to say, just say it." Xiao Budian said.
Mao Qiu directly hid behind his back, with a pair of big eyes rolling around, pulling his hair nervously, for fear that the old man would riot.
Silently, the old man stood there without any sign, his face was like a wooden plastic, his eyes were empty, just blocking his way.
Seeing this, Xiao BuDian avoided him and walked to the side, trying to bypass him.
With a sound of swiping, the old man recreated in the void and appeared there directly, blocking his way again.
"Old man, are you unreasonable or not? Just say what you have, don't scare me." Xiao Budian was secretly on guard with a bitter face.
This is too weird, how could there be such an old man without life fluctuations, what is the origin? Why do you always stop him? What the hell!
You know, this is the place where the spirits live. How can there be such an old man who is neither human nor ghost, wearing ancient clothes? It's hairy.
Suddenly, Xiaobudian turned around, quickly returned to the courtyard, and rushed to the backyard with a whoosh.
The spirit of worship is here, so could this gray-haired old man be against the sky? If even the gourd vines that guard the ancient pure land can't subdue him, then there is really nothing to do.
From the beginning to the end, Xiaobudian didn't do anything, because he thought it was very weird. This existence that looked like a human and ghost might be extremely dangerous, so it's better not to provoke it.
In the backyard, the gourd vines are still withered and yellow, receiving the baptism of Xinghui and Yuehua. The place is hazy and soft.
"Uncle Ji Ling, another old man is here, you have to chat with him, otherwise he will block me and won't let me leave." Xiao BuDian came under the gourd vine.
He hoped that the sacrificial spirit would respond. After all, this was in the Pure Land, so it should take care of it. However, he was disappointed, the withered vines did not move, and the yellow leaves dimmed. Not at all.
The gray-haired old man also came close, and stood opposite him, still confronting him like that, blocking his way, and staring at him with empty eyes.
The little one was impatient, and rushed to the pile of rocks, trying to move the green gourd on the rattan trellis to revive Jiling.
As soon as it approached, the green-skinned gourd emitted a chaotic air. The Dao sound was deafening, and a rune was manifested, with a terrifying aura, very scary. An inexplicable ripple forced the little one back.
There are countless threads, runes are intertwined, and the chaotic energy is getting stronger, covering the green-skinned gourd. It's like coming to the beginning of the world, where the mist is hazy and the lightning is intertwined!
at the same time. The gray-haired old man's body shook, and a voice came out of his mouth: "Give me back my sword..."
In the middle of the night, the little guy's back is swishing, what kind of sword is there? There is indeed a handle here, but it is stuck in the old man's own head, how can I return it? !
"Old man, the sword is on your head."
The old man seemed to have never heard of it, and still pronounced to the little one: "Give me back my sword."
The little one was startled and suspicious, should he help draw the sword? He asked, "Why do you pay it back? How about you lower your head and I'll pull it out for you."
"clang"
The ancient sword made a trembling sound, and a black blood stain overflowed there. The old man was shocked again, and murmured: "Give me back my sword."
He blocked the little boy's way, and repeated those words, which made Shi Hao at a loss. In the end, the little girl was really cornered, and said: "Okay, I will help you find it later, and return your sword."
As soon as these words came out, the world turned pale, the wind blew loudly, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, the old man disappeared straight away and was never seen again.
There was a chill on the little one's back, which was amazing. The gourd vine didn't respond to such a commotion in Jiling's habitat. Could it be that the two knew each other
"What is his origin, how can he be so weird?!" Xiao Budian was really frightened, and ran away without looking back, fleeing the habitat of Jiling.
The furball was nervous, grabbed his collar, and hung on his body like a koala. With the sound of the wind, his body floated up, and he fled at a high speed.
Butian Pavilion is huge, vast and boundless, the little one ran out for dozens of miles, and finally escaped from the dwelling place of Jiling. Looking back, the moon was bright and clear, the land was full of stars, the land was silent, and the old man finally did not reappear.
"Go!" He ran away again.
On the way, the Lingshan Mountains are majestic, one after another, as if shrouded in a thin layer of smoke under the silvery moonlight, plain and hazy. Palaces are located on the mountain, and there are spiritual waterfalls flying down on the mountain, which are as white as horseshoes, and the mist rises up, making them appear illusory under the moonlight like water, as if they have come to a fairyland.
After crossing hundreds of miles, Xiaobudian returned to his residence. It was very late at night, and other disciples had already fallen asleep. He slipped into his thatched hut and fell asleep.
After all the torment just now, he didn't want to think about it anymore, he hoped to forget it early and fall asleep as soon as possible.
The same is true for Fuqiu, who glanced out of the window a few times, became nervous for a while, then covered his eyes, hid behind the little one, and began to fall asleep.
For several days in a row, everything was normal, Xiao BuDian felt relieved, finally there was nothing wrong, but he didn't go to Ji Ling's place again, for fear of living in hell again.
For several days in a row, he was honest and dutiful, especially at night, he never went out, he just sat cross-legged on the roof, swallowing the heavenly essence and refining the stars, and went to sleep when he was sleepy.
On the sixth night, Xiao BuDian suddenly frowned, sat up abruptly, and shouted in an instant: "Ghost!"
The gray-haired old man had already arrived at some time, standing in front of his bed, staring at him with blank eyes, with black blood dripping from his head, and the ancient sword was murderous.
In the dead of night, such a cry spread far and wide, and the nearby disciples were startled. A group of people woke up and sat up quickly.
Fu Qiu, who was sleeping soundly, was frightened by the voice and jumped up, his fur all over stood on end, and he jumped up from the small pillow in a daze.
"boom"
It bumped into the old man's head all at once, grabbed the gray hair, and just looked at the empty eyes, it immediately screamed, haired immediately, crawled and climbed onto the top of his head, Then it fell on his shoulders. In the end, he rolled his eyes so hard that he almost passed out.
The little one jumped up all of a sudden, grabbed the fur ball by its tail, carried it over, smashed the window and rushed out.
There was a lot of movement here, which shocked many people, and many houses were lit up.
"What's wrong, who is screaming, what happened?"
"Who is it? Why is it disturbing in the middle of the night and affecting others' rest?!"
Many people rushed out, looking for the source of the sound.
"Here, everyone, come quickly, I will introduce a new friend to you." The little boy shouted, trying to calm himself down, wanting to give everyone a "surprise".
The gray-haired old man was as silent as a ghost, and he had already arrived in front of him. Just staring at him blankly.
If it's really a ghost, three thousand teenagers gathered together, full of yang energy, can't they scare you away? This is a little thought. Of course, it is also based on the idea of sharing difficulties and having a strange "uncle" and everyone coming together to "recognize each other".
"Hey, what are you shouting about?" A group of teenagers rushed in and looked at him strangely. Turn a blind eye to the gray-haired old man.
Xiao Budian was dumbfounded, and said: "You are all so courageous, are you not afraid at all?"
"Inexplicable. I don't understand what you're talking about." These teenagers were dissatisfied.
Especially the pretty girl in the crowd who had her skirt pulled by Xiao BuDian stared at her, crossed Xiao Man's waist, and said, "You're so funny, you're torturing everyone, aren't you?"
Xiao Budian was stunned, could it be that this group of people couldn't see the gray-haired old man? This was too terrifying, he had a cold pimple all over his body, and said: "Can't you see him, right in front of me, an old man with hollow eyes, a sword stuck in his head, and black blood flowing... "
"Wicked, scare us in the middle of the night!" The beautiful girl glared at him, and the others were also dissatisfied.
"I didn't, oh, what a ghost!" Xiao Budian screamed, and the old man got closer and closer, almost sticking to him.
He was full of anger, and he yelled so loudly, which naturally alarmed everyone. In a short while, hundreds of people came here and looked at him inexplicably.
"There is really an old man, the black blood is flowing all over his face, why can't you see it?!" Xiao Budian was anxious.
In the end, there were hundreds of people gathered here, pointing fingers and resenting him for disturbing their sleep.
"when!"
The little boy became anxious, jumped up, lightly flicked his fingers on the iron sword, and made a sonorous trembling sound. The originally noisy courtyard was instantly quiet.
Everyone was stunned and couldn't help being horrified.
But some people soon came to their senses, and someone shouted: "Who are you kidding, do you think you can scare us all by playing tricks?"
With a whoosh, the little boy rushed over, and the gray-haired old man naturally followed, and then stood in front of him again.
"If you don't believe it, you all come and touch it." The little one called out.
"I don't believe in evil!" The girl who had been staring walked forward, and several other boys reached out their hands at the same time.
In an instant, they felt that they had touched a piece of ice sculpture, which was bitingly cold and frightened, so they quickly withdrew their hands and shouted: "Ghost!"
Obviously they couldn't see anything, but they could touch it, which made a group of teenagers terrified, and several of them tripped over each other during the backward process.
"Ah..." The pretty little girl screamed even more, and ran wildly, stepping on several teenagers who fell on the ground, and ran away without a trace.
The little boy squeezed into the crowd, and immediately made a group of children howl like ghosts and howls. Many people touched it in person, and they were very frightened, and they all ran wildly.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of people disappeared, the place was empty, the little one was in a daze, it was too fast.
There was a great commotion near this rock, and all the houses were lit up. More than 3,000 new disciples were all alarmed, and everyone knew about it.
In an instant, there was silence around Xiaobudian, and the people who lived next to him fled wildly, all of them disappeared.
"Go and report to the elder!"
The two elders, Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun, have been exhausted recently, and so many things happened, which made the two of them burnt out and couldn't sleep well.
After a few days of calm, they felt that there should be no problem, but in the middle of the night, a group of children screamed and shouted under their spirit mountain.
"What's the matter?!" The two felt powerless.
"The elder is haunted. An old man whose head was pierced by an ancient sword, with black blood flowing, and disheveled hair appeared..." the teenagers shouted.
"What?!" Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun immediately changed their colors, rushed down to Lingshan, grabbed a child's hand, and asked loudly.
The teenagers quickly told the story.
Xiong Fei and Zhuo Yun's faces were pale, their lips trembled, and they almost ran away.
"What's wrong with the elder, you go and have a look."
"From ancient times to the present, it has appeared every few hundred years. If it comes out, many people must die!" Elder Zhuo Yun trembled.
When a group of children heard this, they were terribly frightened. They stepped back one by one, each of them was extremely nervous, their whole body was chilled, and their scalps were a little numb.
Moreover, what people didn't expect was that Xiong Fei and Elder Zhuo Yun ignored them, but ran away in a whizzing manner, disappearing in a blink of an eye.
Is there such an irresponsible elder, he ran for his life first!
"Wait, let's invite the old man!" Fortunately, the voices of the two came from the wind.
The frying pan here in Shishan is a supernatural phenomenon that existed in ancient times, and it has not been solved since ancient times? What's going on, they actually came across it!
Everyone was afraid and afraid, but they sympathized with the unlucky child more. Obviously, that existence was eyeing him.
Many people bravely walked forward for a certain distance and looked at the yard, but they couldn't help but be dumbfounded. What is this guy doing? How bold!
After being awakened, Xiao Budian slowly came back to his senses, and was no longer afraid. At this time, he jumped on the gray-haired old man and rode on his neck.
He was holding a piece of bluestone in his hand, and kept slapping it vigorously, not knowing whether he wanted to chisel the head off, or break the ancient sword, and shouted: "Give me back your sword, I'll chisel it out for you, don't follow me!" I'm so sick of it!"
At the same time, there was a sound of breaking through the sky, and an old man appeared in the distance, holding a yellow gourd in his hand, filled with chaotic energy.
In addition, there was a long howling sound in the distance, and the strong practitioners on the magnificent treasure mountains were all alarmed. The high-level officials of Butian Pavilion shook, and they all left the customs and rushed here.
The ticket is drawn closer, seeing old book friends appear, new book friends join, and at the same time become popular, and many book friends order old books in order to generate monthly tickets, thank you, I don’t know what to say, I will definitely strive to the end this month! Go write chapter two.
.(to be continued..)