"Don't grab it, this piece of meat is mine."
"It's been a long time since we've seen each other, so let's withdraw this formation. Why don't I give you a bowl of noodles?" Li Mu changed his mind and played the emotional card: "Didn't you like the noodles I made the most before? It's been a long time, right? I haven’t eaten yet, we can chat while eating, I have many things that I want to ask you for advice.”
Li Mu raised his hand and punched as hard as a dragon. With the explosion of energy, a large area of air in front of him collapsed like a landslide. The young man spat out a mouthful of blood. All the sword energy was scattered, and his body flew upside down and was knocked out. A single tree.
At this time, a wretched voice sounded in Yingyue's killing path: "Hahaha, little bastard, what can you do if you are angry?"
This is the picture that Li Mu once dreamed about.
From now on, in the years to come, the identities of Li Mu and the old magic stick will change.
Everyone told him that he was an orphan and was adopted by the old god stick since he was a child. But for Li Mu, the old god stick was closer than his biological parents. The scenes of relying on each other when they were young have never dissipated in Li Mu's mind.
The space outside the single tree was filled with extremely terrifying murderous intent. Li Mu felt that even if he was as strong as his physical body, if he fell into this single tree, he would be torn apart by this murderous intention in an instant. into pieces.
"Okay. Deal."
How he met the old magic stick, Li Mu had forgotten.
As soon as his figure reached mid-air, he was choked by the murderous intent outside and disappeared instantly.
On the single tree, there was still the white tiger. The eyes watching the battle suddenly shrank, and a low roar came from the throat.
It is indeed a phantom formation.
Li Mu let go of his arms and said with a smile, "I'll make fried noodles first, and then we'll chat while eating. I have a lot of questions that I want to ask you."
"Old man, eating more vegetables is good for your health."
The old magic stick gently patted Li Mu's shoulder with a kind expression.
An old Taoist priest wearing a greasy Taoist robe, 80% new gray Li-Ning sneakers, frizzy short hair, who seemed to have not washed his face for days and nights, stood in the courtyard in front of him with a sly smile, and the expression on his face was, As cheap as you want, you will have the urge to give them a few hard slaps with the soles of your shoes at a glance, and keep away from 'liars', 'illiterates', 'unreliable', 'dirty', and 'dirty' 'And other words, when applied to this old traitor, it seems that 99% of the people in the world will not have any opinions, and the remaining 1% of people have opinions only because I just feel that these words are not even enough to describe the shameless temperament of this old thief.
"Good boy, you have done a good job. Although I have never been with you, I have heard about some of your deeds. I am proud of you."
In Li Mu's heart, the moment of ecstasy was simply more intense than that of a young girl who finally waited for her sweetheart to confess to him.
I have to admit that this young man is very powerful and is already at the peak of the general level. He is by no means a practitioner who has come out of the mortal world. He should be a person from the small world. His swordsmanship is exquisite and full of ancient charm. The bloody broad The sword sliced through the air like waves, with murderous intent rising and falling.
When Li Mu was in it, he couldn't see through the illusion and couldn't find the key to breaking the formation.
Li Mu suddenly felt a little guilty.
Within a moment, a table of hot and fragrant meals was placed under the ancient cypress tree in the center of the patio. Li Mu and Lao Shengun each held a bowl of noodles and started eating like a storm.
Li Mu looked at his surroundings.
A very strange world.
Li Mu happily agreed.
Finally saw it.
The old magic stick bent over while holding the iron clock, panting with stars in his eyes, and said: "You little bastard, you want my life, I am so old, my body and bones can't withstand such torture from you. , you want to kill me."
The old man in front of him, no matter what he had done, Li Mu would not have any complaints.
"Hundreds of millions of years? Real or fake?"
Li Mu stood there, waiting for the old magic stick to catch his breath, then went up again and saved the old magic stick at once.
"I'm really going to be angry."
That kind of sigh of relief and relief only appeared a few times in his long life of hundreds of millions of years.
The young man shouted and drew his sword again.
Li Mu knew very well in his heart, and I believe the old magic stick himself knew very well in his heart that after eating this meal, he said goodbye to his previous life of one old man, one young man, one temple and one dog. From now on, the identity of the country boy and the liar magic stick would be different. Completely gone—in fact, all this had been broken that afternoon when he was fourteen, but Li Mu still wanted to pay homage to the past.
It's an old stickman.
The laughter, yelling, and crazy interactions and conversations just now were a kind of memorial and redemption.
Scarlet moonlight, cherry blossom petals flowing.
"Hey, you are invincible within the Dao Realm. Do you want to know about it, you little brat?" the old magician's smiling voice sounded again.
Li Mu said again.
"kill!"
Isn’t it above the king realm, the divine realm
"Okay, let's get to the point. My first question is... who am I?" Li Mu looked at the old magician with very serious eyes, looking forward to the answer.
"I'm going to be angry."
Li Mu placed the bowl on the table, wiped his mouth, and sat down seriously.
Familiar voice, familiar tone.
In an instant, the entire Yingyue Killing Path was filled with sword energy and murderous intent.
"Old man, my current strength is beyond what you can imagine. I am invincible within the realm of kings. Do you understand?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the scarlet moonlight, scattered cherry blossom petals, and single trees all disappeared around him. The space barrier was like broken glass, quickly breaking and melting, and all the strange phenomena were like smoke in the wind. Disappeared as well.
The young man riding the white tiger was slightly calm at this time. It was obvious that he had been shocked by Li Mu's fist power in the two previous fights. He no longer held his weight, concentrated his body, and prepared the ultimate move.
Dao realm
Li Mu admired.
Yingyue Killing Road
Its tiger stripes seemed to be alive, flowing between the white fur.
The old magic stick danced and said: "Stop, stop, stop, I feel dizzy, I want to vomit, I want to vomit."
Where did this kind of place come from in Randen Temple
Li Mu was angry: "Then what do you want?"
Li Mu was simply speechless.
Li Mu has not yet understood what realm is above the divine realm. Now that the old magician says this, is it the Tao realm? The old magic stick is invincible in the Dao realm. Wouldn't that mean that he is inferior to all the divine realms, let alone the king realm
Li Mu stood there without speaking.
Is this old guy so strong
The old magic stick nodded: "Okay, I should let you know some things."
"At least three bowls," the old magic stick said.
Familiar scenes have appeared in dreams countless times.
If he wasn’t an old magic stick, who was he
Li Mu said: "Didn't you say that your Tao realm is invincible?"
"Are you coming?" The old magician was panicked.
The old magic stick said angrily: "Yes, but my old man has invincible magical skills and has just reached the peak of the Tao realm. If I use the power of the Tao realm, I am afraid that if I am not careful and do not control it well, I will directly shock you into flying ashes."
Dirty Taoist priests, thousand-year-old pines and cypresses, rusty iron bells, dilapidated temples, in the sparse moonlight filtered by the leaves, the evening breeze of the Qinling Mountains blows across the cheeks, and the children playing in the village of Randen Temple can be vaguely heard in the distance. and the sound of dogs barking.
"My old man has been a carnivore for hundreds of millions of years."
Oh shit.
He looked at the old magic stick, then at the familiar buildings, pines and cypresses and iron bells in the temple, and suddenly an uncontrollable strong sense of unreality overwhelmed him.
Very spiritual.
Damn it, it must be the old magician who is doing something secretly again.
The young man in front of me should be the enemy riding the white tiger that the uncles talked about before. It seems that he has been trapped here for a long time, so he is so irritable. There is a demonic energy flowing all over his body. He should be a member of the demon clan. , is it related to the Ten Thousand Demons Alliance
All the atmosphere of reunion after a long separation was gone.
But this illusion formation is too real.
The white tiger squatted slightly and made an attack posture.
"What's there to say? The god in charge of this path has already introduced the rules. Only by killing you can I get out of this [Yingyue Killing Path]. Only one of us can survive."
Li Mu: “…”
A smile suddenly appeared on Li Mu's face.
However, in front of Li Mu, it was far from enough.
"Hey? What's going on?" The old magic stick looked at Li Mu who was in a daze, his eyelids twitched, and said: "Wait a minute, little bastard, you are not brewing feelings, are you? Don't wipe your tears to break up. It’s a sad drama, I’m old and my heart is not good, so I can’t stand the violent fluctuations in emotions.”
I was bluffed when Yingyue killed Dao just now, but now it sounds like this invincible Daoist is a bit like bragging.
Li Mu burst out these two words between his teeth.
The old magic stick suddenly laughed with disdain: "You kid, you are still as shameless as before, but you want to bribe me with a bowl of noodles? Just dream."
How promising.
"The king of inspiration is me..."
Li Mu looked carefully and saw that he was standing at the gate of Randen Temple.
What he has experienced since he was fourteen years old can be said to be indescribable to the most absurd writers with the richest imagination in the world. Anyone would remember it for a lifetime, but for Li Mu, after all the hardships, the real most What he couldn't forget, and what was engraved deep in his soul's memory the most, was not this magnificent experience among the stars, but the ordinary picture in front of him.
he said loudly.
The expression on the old stickman's face suddenly froze, and then he let out a long sigh and said: "Oh, you brat, I finally felt relieved when I saw that you were doing so well. In fact, I Nian, I’m also worried about you.”
The meal was finished in daily bickering.
Li Mu swung it a full eighteen times before putting the old magic stick down and said, "Come on, explain it carefully, I want the whole truth."
"Thank you." He said sincerely.
According to the usual way, after this meal, the next conversation will be very important.
There is an air of death in the beauty.
"The King of Inspiration? The old fish spirit in Journey to the West?"
"Bah, you are humiliating me by saying that."
The world is empty and there is only a single tree.
Li Mu suddenly became doubtful.
This time, Li Mu did not play with him like a windmill, but gave him a very strong hug, as if he was hugging the most precious thing in his life, burying his head in the old magic stick like a child. On the shoulders of the Taoist robe.
Li Mu rushed forward, picked up the old magic stick, and said loudly while swinging it: "Ah, I'm wiping away my tears. Can you fucking explain what all this is about?"