The walls were broken, the good house was burned to the ground, and the flames had long been submerged in the wind and snow.
The old man with his hands behind his back put aside the woman's support, made a magic formula with his hands, and with a slight movement of his fingers, the broken wall seemed to be turned upside down, and in the blink of an eye it was restored to its original appearance.
Entering the main hall, the old man found a chair and sat down, then turned to look at the yellow-skinned old man.
"Old Huang, I'm not telling you that your Huang family is too narrow-minded and has caused a lot of troubles. Huang Shiqi has always been a failure. He has been unable to transform into a human form for more than a hundred years. Why are you forcing yourself to stand up for him? ?”
The old man Huangpizi burst into tears and said: "That's my own son, how can I just sit idly by and ignore it? Besides, Lao Jiu said, those two people have some skills, Lao Seventeen is just looking for bad luck, and doesn't think about it. How can I expect it?" He suffered a vicious attack. Third Master, that man was so cruel that he killed eight members of my family and even my wife died. You have to make the decision for me."
"Call the shots... I don't know what else I can do." Mr. Hu muttered a few words and suddenly coughed.
The woman on the side quickly served ginseng tea. Mr. Hu took a few sips, suppressed his cough, and said, "This problem is getting worse. I'm afraid I don't have many years left to live."
The woman hurriedly said: "Grandpa, you said this more than a hundred years ago, aren't you still living well now?"
The yellow-skinned old man below quickly winked at the old man in a gray coat. The old man pinched his whiskers and said: "Third Master, the five families outside Guan are in the same spirit, so it is best not to stand up for Lao Huang. The Taoist priests from inside Guan are also going too far. You always make the final decision when it comes to disputes, how can you beat or kill me without even saying a word?"
Mr. Hu snorted a few times and asked, "What's the background of those two people?"
The old man in gray robe twirling his beard said: "This is not clear. I calculated two hexagrams before and found nothing. It seems that I have hidden my soul. However, my son said that Chang Tianlong knows those two people."
The old lady in Tsing Yi quit: "What does it mean to know each other? It's just a conversation and a cup of tea. The Huang family's affairs have nothing to do with our Chang family's business!"
At this moment, there was a flapping sound in the courtyard, and a goshawk fell from the sky. After landing, it transformed into a human form and walked straight into the hall.
The aquiline nose was particularly eye-catching. He came in and took a glance, and coldly snorted: "Found it. The man and woman ran to the big roof, got into the forest from the mountain and disappeared."
The old man Huangpizi asked: "Old Diao, can you see clearly?"
"You can't be wrong..." Lao Diao paused and said, "I also saw an old man named Song."
"Song Weiwei?"
All the demons in the hall immediately gnashed their teeth. Who is Song Weiwei? This person has been fond of practicing martial arts since he was a child. At the age of sixteen, he became a disciple of Lushan Taoist Zhang Yehe and practiced the swordsmanship of Xia Cheng Dan School. Because he is Zhang Yehe's ninth disciple, he is His nickname is Feidan Jiuer.
A year later, he gave up his studies due to work, but he continued to practice swordsmanship on his own. Now that he has been in his forties, his swordsmanship has already reached a state of perfection, breaking away from the scope of ordinary Chinese martial arts.
Before the Gengzi Incident, Duke Duanjun Wang Zaiyi and Zhongtang Ronglu learned that Song Weiwei was highly skilled in martial arts and sent someone to hire him. However, just in time for the Gengzi Incident, the matter did not take place.
So Song Weiwei wandered around the grasslands outside the pass, either to teach swordsmanship or to slay demons. There were many disciples of the five immortals outside the pass. Some of them were successful in practice, and naturally there were scum. Song Weiwei came from the grassland to the outside of the pass for more than a year. In this situation, many of the evil-doing children of the five great immortal families were beheaded by him.
The five great immortal families had also planned encirclement and suppression campaigns before, but Song Weiwei was so elusive that no one could figure out where he was hiding. Unexpectedly, as soon as the man and woman were found, Song Weiwei showed up.
The yellow-skinned old man naturally had a grudge against Song Weiyi. He immediately gritted his teeth and raised his hands to Mr. Hu: "Third Mr. Hu, what do you say? Please give me a message."
Mr. Hu San said unhurriedly: "As I said before, except for my seniority, I really have nothing to offer. Since you have agreed to deal with these three people, then join forces to encircle and suppress us. But we
The Hu family's family is thin these days, not as good as the Hui and Bai families, so..."
He looked at the woman beside him: "How about just Xiaoqi?"
The five great immortal families outside Guan are not monolithic. Among other things, the Hui family is at odds with the Chang family, and the Chang family is at odds with the Huang family. There are factors of natural enemies and grudges from the ancestors.
The head of the Bai family, Mrs. Hei, glanced at everyone and said, "Since Mr. Hu San is ill, why not ask Mr. Chang to make the decision and direct the five immortal families?"
The Hu family has a small family. If it were not for the old monster Hu Santai, who was controlling the family, the Chang family would have become the first of the five immortal families. Naturally, the monsters would have no objection to such an arrangement.
However, Mrs. Chang looked at Mrs. Chang who was wearing green clothes and coughed and said, "It's unfortunate. Now we are at the pass of cultivation. I'm afraid our intentions are weak."
The yellow-skinned old man was so angry that his beard and hair stood out: "My surname is Chang! It's just a grudge from back then. Hundreds of years have passed. Why are you so petty?"
Mrs. Chang from Tsing Yi said leisurely: "Old Huang is too worried. He really has to rush to practice. If it were another time, we and I would definitely do our best. In this way... I will let Chang Tianlong, Chang Tianhua, Chang Jinhua and Chang Yinhua come together.
How about your contribution?"
Chang Xian's family thought that Mrs. Chang and Mrs. Chang were the most honorable ones, followed by Chang Tianlong and other four brothers and sisters, who were highly cultivated. With Mrs. Chang's arrangement, Lao Huangpizi's mouth was immediately blocked.
Old Huang Pizi made some calculations and found that with himself, Hu Qigu, and the four Chang brothers and sisters, it would not be a big problem to deal with the man and the woman. As for the Hui and Bai families, these two families were not good at fighting in their spiritual practice.
The Hui family is good at divination and calculations, and the Bai family is good at witchcraft and medicine. Even if the family members come forward, it will be of no use.
However, since Mr. Hu San and Mr. Chang don't come forward, doesn't it mean that they can make the decision themselves?
This was because Old Huangpizi was overthinking it. He only heard Mrs. Chang say: "Old Huanglian has lost his family. I'm afraid that his mind is confused and he may act out of his own whim. I think... Mrs. Bai, you still have to make the decision on this matter."
Old Mrs. Bai, the head of the Bai family, is not high in cultivation, but very popular.
The old lady Bai opened her mouth to shirk, but Mr. Chang opened his mouth and Mr. Hu San also agreed. All the demons and immortals in the hall agreed, and the matter was settled.
Old Mrs. Bai reluctantly accepted the order, stood up and said: "In this case, I hope you will follow the rules and prohibitions and don't act recklessly with your eyes red."
In this way, the participants gathered, the Bai family came out with Mrs. Bai and Dolomite, the Hu family Hu Qigu, the Chang family Chang Tianlong, Chang Tianhua, Chang Jinhua, Chang Yinhua, the Hui family came out with a bunch of juniors responsible for inquiring, the Huang family old man and the new
More than a dozen descendants came here.
In addition, the goshawk surnamed Diao, the python spirit surnamed Mang, and the rabbit spirit surnamed Bai also shouted to help, and more than forty monsters, large and small, headed towards the hillside where Fei Jingting haunted.
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After descending the hillside, Fei Jingting and Zhang Leyao put away their skis. They both practiced lightness skills, and immediately used the skill of walking on the snow without leaving a trace, and ran away in an instant.
The goshawk circled in the sky for a while before slowly retreating. The two of them ran until dark before slowing down.
Zhang Leyao raised the six lines again, and the calculated direction was still southeast. Fei Jingting climbed to the top and took a look. However, he saw that the mountains here were undulating, and the dense forests were stretching, and he could not see the end at a glance.
I thought to myself, not knowing when I would be able to wander out of the deep mountains and forests.
In the middle of the night, the two discussed it and decided to find a cave to spend the night. After searching for a long time, they found a cave halfway up the mountain. The cave was vast and the entrance of the cave could pass directly for a carriage.
The two entered the cave, turned a corner and saw the light of fire flashing in front of them.
Fei Jingting and Zhang Leyao looked at each other, wondering whether to quit. At this moment, they heard a voice coming from the cave: "You two little friends, I don't want to meet twice in one day. Meeting each other is destined,
If you don’t mind it, you might as well come in and take shelter from the wind and snow.”
Fei Jingting recognized that voice as that of Song Weiwei who had broken into his cave before.
Fei Jingting thought that this person probably had no ill intentions, so he said, "It's inconvenient to travel at night, so I'll bother my seniors."
When the two of them entered, they saw a bonfire burning on the ground, with a skinned wild boar skewered on a grill made of tree branches. As the fireworks rose, the pork was roasted and browned, and bright yellow oil dripped, causing the bonfire to crackle.
Fei Jingting and Zhang Leyao saluted Song Weiwei who was sitting behind the bonfire, exchanged some pleasantries, and then sat around the bonfire.
"I haven't thanked you yet, senior. If it hadn't been for senior's warning, I'm afraid the two of us would have been surrounded by those wild immortals outside the pass."
"It doesn't matter," Song Weiwei said cheerfully: "Since we are both practitioners, we should help each other when facing monsters."
While talking, Song Weiyi cut off a pig leg with a dagger and handed it directly to Fei Jingting. Fei Jingting took it and asked Zhang Leyao with his eyes, who shook his head.
Zhang Leyao has a light diet, even eating very little meat.
Fei Jingting then took a bite of it. The smell of wild boar meat hit his nostrils, and it was definitely not comparable to the quality of castrated domestic pork. Fei Jingting stopped after taking two bites.
Song Weiwei, who was opposite him, had a very good appetite. He had all the pig's hind legs in his stomach in a short time.
Seeing Song Weiyi find a gapped porcelain basin to boil some snow water, Fei Jingting quickly stopped and took out a few bottles of mineral water from the space.
"What's inside the sleeve? I don't expect my little friend to have such a profound cultivation level."
"Senior, thank you for the award. Junior Fei Jingting, this is junior's friend Zhang Leyao."
After knowing his name, Fei Jingting asked, "Senior, are you a descendant of the Sword Immortal lineage?"
Song Weiwei took a sip of water and said, "I feel ashamed to say that I only learned a little bit from my master for a year, and now I don't know if I am a member of the lineage of sword immortals. However, my master is a genuine descendant of sword immortals."
"Oh? Who is your respected teacher, senior?"
"Wudang Sanfeng Sect, Lushan Taoist Zhang Yehe." Song Weiwei said with a smile: "Speaking of which, my master's swordsmanship has some connections with the Jingming Sect."