Chapter 4 The three masters and apprentices hit the road together, and it was quite lively
The hot plaster made Yan Xi feel terrible pain.
He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to look up to the sky and howl.
It hurts so much!
Fortunately, Yan Xi suffered from kidney stones and had a certain tolerance for pain, otherwise he would not have been able to survive.
Yan Xi grinned and covered himself with the Taoist robe, thinking wildly in his mind: "Can't the character lower the pain value? Or did I not find the setting option?"
Xiaodao Tong Yuechi put the plaster on Yan Xi and said with choked sobs: "Second Senior Brother, what should we do?"
Yan Xi pondered for a moment, feeling unsure, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, let's run away."
Xiaodao Tong Yuechi wiped away her tears and said: "Second senior brother, if we leave, where is the master's body? Should we burn the master tomorrow or bury him? There is also a Taoist temple! We can't give up the Taoist temple? The master will stay.
If you cannot keep your Taoist temple, it would be extremely unfilial."
Yan Xi couldn't help but want to cover his face, his junior brother was too dumbfounded.
The two brothers are almost dead, so how can they care about the body of their master? Why should they care about the Taoist temple?
What's more, what do Taoists talk about loyalty and filial piety?
Taoist priests pay attention to becoming immortals, and the physical body is not important at all, okay?
He was about to tell his junior brother, "Talent is the most important wealth, and the survival of the two junior brothers is more important than anything else!" This advanced concept, when he heard a sad laughter and shouted: "Little Taoist Priest
, don’t even think about running away. Even if you grow hair all over your body and turn into two little monkeys, you still can’t escape from Dao Master’s grasp.”
A skinny old Taoist priest with a triangular figure, a large red wine gourd on his shoulders, and dirty robes strode into the hall.
The old Taoist priest stared at the coffin placed in the main hall, his face filled with joy, and laughed loudly: "Old Jiuhe, I was almost coaxed by you, but it turns out that you used that sword and the oil was exhausted.
"
"Thanks to my bravery and carefulness, I risked my life to come back."
Yan Xi couldn't help being surprised and thought to himself: "Isn't it a few hours later that the two enemies will come back? What time is it? They just came to the door! Is it based on the time I left last time?
I went back without paying attention to the story line, and the message was delayed?"
"That's not right either!"
"I was in a mental hospital, but I was treated for several days! The time didn't match up at all..."
Yan Xi thought about the finale of the Taoist Yanxi and his junior brother in the original story line, and his heart beat wildly. He wanted to leave his junior brother behind and quickly go back.
The mental hospital is a good place, with an elegant environment, good food, friendly doctors, patient nurses, and very scientific treatment plans...
Most importantly - safety!
But after taking a look at Yuechi, the little Taoist priest who was like a puppy, his conscience felt a little uncomfortable, so he asked tentatively: "My master is driving to the west, why don't the Taoist let go of his grudges?"
The old Taoist priest took off the big red wine gourd, took a sip, and said coldly: "You may be able to survive if you hand over the Snow Mountain Sect's sword manual."
Xiaodao Tong Yuechi's face turned red and he shouted: "Don't say that our senior brothers don't have sword manuals. If we do, we won't give them to you."
"You killed the teacher, sooner or later we will avenge him."
The old Taoist priest was too lazy to show off to the little Taoist boy. He raised the wine gourd again and took a sip. He sneered and said, "You really don't have sword manuals. How many other people's disciples die, the Taoist master doesn't feel bad at all."
, you two little monkey cubs, just go to hell with the old ghost Jiuhe!"
"The three masters and apprentices are on the road together, so it's quite lively."
Yan Xi felt chills all over his body. He knew that the other party was telling the truth and did not dare to let Yuechi provoke him again. He held down his junior brother and asked tentatively: "The Taoist priest is already very good in martial arts, but he still wants my master's martial arts." What's the secret book for?"
The old Taoist priest broke into the Sanqing Hall, always staring at the coffin placed in the center of the hall, still a little wary, and did not glance at Yan Xi, nor even glanced at the crying Tong Yuechi, he laughed and said: " Your dead ghost teacher comes from the Snow Mountain Sect, which is one of the nine major swordsman sects in the world and is famous for its swordsmanship that is passed down all over the world."
"Old Taoist Jiuhe is an idiot who failed to master the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain School. If the secret of the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain School falls into the hands of the old Taoist, I will become an immortal instantly."
Yan Xi thought to himself: "What are the nine swordsman sects? It sounds so awesome?"
"Forget it! Even though I'm a fat writer, I can't handle this, so I'll withdraw first."
He deliberately resisted looking at the little Taoist boy, but he heard Yuechi whisper: "Senior brother! You run away first, and I will fight to the death to help you cut off the rear."
Yan Xi couldn't hold it back anymore and looked down.
The little pendant's face turned red, and there was a faint flash of cold light under the sleeves of the wide Taoist robe, and he hid a weapon. It was obvious that he really planned to fight to the death with the dirty Taoist priest and fight for a way out for his senior brother.
He felt hot in his heart and thought: "This is a character. Even if I fight to the death, I will only lose that magical card, but I won't really lose my life."
"Besides, the lifespan of this card is almost over. Maybe it will wear out after traveling a few times."
"I...save this little Taoist priest! If you can't fight with strength or outsmart him, let me think of a way."
When Yan Xi was writing novels, he had a lot of plots and tricks at his fingertips. But when he encountered a real crisis scene, he couldn't think of any solution for a while. He thought to himself: "I have to make this old Taoist priest think that I have a sword manual." It can delay time and extend the story line."
Yan Xi took a deep breath and put a plaster on the wound. It didn't seem to be right, and it didn't relieve the chill on his chest. He said: "Taoist Master, the secret book is dead, but the person is alive. If our two brothers really have I am willing to offer this gift."
The old Taoist priest sneered and said, "I don't believe this kind of nonsense."
Yan Xi coughed, which caused severe pain like tearing his lungs. He choked in his chest and spat out a small mouthful of blood, staining his robes bright red and making his body feel weak.
Yuechi was so frightened that he hurriedly came over to help his second senior brother. He had to work on Yan Xi and hide the weapon in his Taoist robe. He was very embarrassed and at a loss what to do.
The injuries on his body gave Yan Xi an idea, and he deliberately fell to the ground.
Although Yan Xi was pretending to be injured, he could not pretend to be coughing up blood. The palm prints in his heart, which were originally chilly, now became hot.
He pretended that his mind was gradually becoming confused, grabbed the arm of his junior brother Yuechi, and murmured in a low voice: "Junior brother, you can't hand over the secret book to them. Senior brother, if you can't do it, let me tell you, the teacher gave the secret book, the secret book... "
"The secret sword manual of our Snow Mountain Sect is placed in..."
"The sword manual is not in our Taoist temple."
"Teacher had known that there would be thieves who would be interested..."
"Junior brother, junior brother, let me tell you, you took master's sword manual and perfected the swordsmanship of our Snow Mountain Sect in the future. You must avenge master and me."
Tongyuechi on the trail started crying again.
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