Chapter 246 Looking for trouble? Looking for death!
While Zhuo Yifan was thinking, the old woodcutter had already walked up to Zhuo Yifan. He glanced at Zhuo Yifan inadvertently with his bottomless eyes. Then he walked under the snowy pine tree and took out a bamboo basket with his backhand.
Snakeskin bag, go around the tree and pour out the golden mud inside.
This seems to be some kind of fertilizer, but it has no peculiar smell. It emits a refreshing fragrance as it is poured, which makes people feel happy.
"Huh?" After finishing applying fat, the old woodcutter stared at Zhuo Yifan and suddenly murmured. He immediately walked around the snowy pine and said to Zhuo Yifan: "Young man... you are still too impetuous in doing things. If
My Xiaoyu is not here, now you have gone to the underworld to meet the King of Hell."
"What you're looking at is a bit strange. I'm a little curious. I wonder if I can let me take a look at it?"
Zhuo Yifan was shocked. This old woodcutter knew how to become possessed and how to communicate with Xue Yusong. He was definitely a cultivator!
Although he was very curious about the identity of the old woodcutter, Zhuo Yifan never changed his expression. He calmly took out the turtle shell from his arms, handed it to the old woodcutter with both hands, and said seriously: "Senior, please give me some advice."
"I'm just curious. This little old man has lived for so many years, but he doesn't even know a few Chinese characters."
Glancing at Zhuo Yifan, the old woodcutter was stunned for a moment by the young man's cheerfulness, and then grinned and said: "If you want to give me advice... I really don't dare to take it seriously, but after living for so many years, the old woodcutter has gained experience in controlling his emotions.
There are still some. When people get older, if they are still as angry as when they were young, it will not be good for their health. I haven't lived enough, little old man."
After saying that, the old woodcutter put the hatchet in the bamboo basket, took the turtle shell with both hands, and carefully examined it. His eyes immediately showed surprise, he looked Zhuo Yifan up and down, and suddenly said: "Young man, what a jade!
It’s worth a sky-high price! Is it an heirloom?”
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan almost became stubborn. Could it be that he had seen the wrong person? This old man was just a mortal. If he were a cultivator, how could he say such shocking words? Zhuo Yifan shook his head secretly in his heart, firmly believing that this woodcutter was not
Ordinary person: "Senior is joking."
"Haha..." The old woodcutter wiped the white stubble meaningfully, and while sending the turtle shell back, he said: "Your impetuousness can be easily cured. I can help you. It's just..."
Zhuo Yifan's eyes suddenly lit up.
"It's just... I'm just afraid that you won't want to." The old woodcutter looked at him.
"Senior, it doesn't matter if you say it!" Zhuo Yifan said excitedly.
"Okay, you wait..."
The old woodcutter looked at Zhuo Yifan with a half-smile but not a smile. He reached into his arms and dug out. Finally, he took off his straw sandals and poured out a copper plate. He said with a smile: "For this copper plate, I will buy your turtle shell."
It can help you save yourself from impetuousness.”
Zhuo Yifan was startled when he heard this, glanced at the old man, and turned around to leave. He kept murmuring in his mind, could this old woodcutter be just a lunatic? Did he really see the wrong person? He shouldn't have!
After walking a few steps, Zhuo Yifan suddenly turned around and saw that the old woodcutter returned to a look of neither joy nor sorrow, bending down to pick up dry wood, as if nothing happened just now.
Zhuo Yifan looked at him with his chin raised, but the old woodcutter didn't care at all. He picked up firewood and walked all the way. When he got close to Zhuo Yifan, he raised his eyes and said in surprise: "Hey, young man, why are you here again?"
?Have you changed your mind? I see that your mood is dark and your mood is restless. As long as you sell me the turtle shell, I guarantee that you will feel refreshed and find the trace of the god."
What does it mean to come again? Didn’t I just stand here all the time?
Zhuo Yifan sighed deeply and felt that he had really recognized the wrong person. How long had he been chatting with an old lunatic?
The old woodcutter stared at Zhuo Yifan's retreating back with pity in his eyes, shook his head and said, "Xiaoyu, you must also feel it is a pity. He is obviously a person who can go to the path of god, but he is stubborn."
Zhuo Yifan suddenly paused, and the danger of approaching death caused his whole body to become violent. He slowly turned around and stared at the old woodcutter: "Who is the senior?"
The surrounding vegetation blew by the violent power fell to one side. Facing this momentum, the old woodcutter smiled indifferently, without any discomfort. He was like a giant mountain, and his prajna remained motionless. Those old pair of eyes seemed to have seen the changes in the world and the evolution of history.
With a hint of desolation in his eyes, he said calmly: "The opportunity between you and me has been exhausted today. If we want to renew our relationship, it depends on your fate in the future."
Hearing this, Zhuo Yifan didn't say a word. He regretted it and regretted his slowness. But he knew very well in his heart that he knew that this opportunity had been missed. Even if he forced it, he would not get the way.
"Thank you, senior."
Zhuo Yifan left four words behind. He slowly turned around and never looked at the old woodcutter again. He walked slowly towards the direction of Xuan Village. This time he went crazy and needed a long time to adjust his mood.
.Xuancun is undoubtedly an excellent place to go.
Thinking of Xuan Cun, he couldn't help but smack his mouth. For some reason, he suddenly missed the taste of Qingye tea.
"It's not hopeless..."
The old woodcutter looked at the young man's back, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his old face. Then he pinched his fingers, calculating something secretly, and then moved his lips, as if transmitting a message.
Zhuo Yifan paused for a moment, and when he turned around again, he found that the old woodcutter had disappeared. It was as if he had disappeared from the world.
"Xuancun is in trouble, come back quickly..."
This message gave him no time to think about anything else. He immediately stood up and took a step forward, walking like flying.
…
At this moment, under the bloody setting sun on the horizon, the hazy red clouds poured down through the gap between the two giant mountains, making Xuan Village silent in a red halo, as if it was some kind of omen.
As the sun sets, Xuan Village is still peaceful. Every household moves out a long table and gathers together in the village. Then they bring out their own dishes and share them with the villagers.
"Senior Zhuo left without saying goodbye and hasn't returned for a few days. Nothing unexpected will happen..." At the entrance of the village, several big men looked around.
Hearing this, Chen Fu shuddered at one of the big men: "What nonsense!" He immediately picked up the wine gourd, took a sip, and suddenly frowned.
At this moment, two figures floated down at the entrance of the village, making no sound like ghosts. After taking a closer look, I realized that they were two old Taoist priests.
"No, inform the village and get ready for battle!"
Chen Fu has been studying the "Dayan Diagram", and his perception of danger is much more accurate. He knew at a glance that these two people were evil.
A big man obeyed the order and ran back to inform the villagers. The remaining people closed the fence, raised their bows and looked at the two Taoist priests with vigilance.
At the entrance of the village, the two old Taoist priests stared at these strong men with surprise in their eyes. But immediately, the surprise disappeared and was replaced by deep contempt.
"Why do I feel like someone in this village has developed spiritual power?" One of the younger monks raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Haha, you unscrupulous people, you also want to resist us immortals? If we shake the fly whisk, you will die without a burial place." The young Taoist priest said disdainfully, and then his face calmed down, and he looked at the elder beside him.
Some Taoists said: "Brother, there is something strange in this village. Do you want to grab your tongue and ask? Talk to these wild people calmly. They don't know how powerful they are."
"Leave it all to junior brother." The old Taoist priest waved his fly whisk and said sanctimoniously.
As soon as he finished speaking, the young Taoist raised his hand and swung the whisk to pull it out. With a flash of spiritual light and a few whirring sounds, the four fences weighing several hundred kilograms at the entrance of the village were all blown away and fell to the ground with a few bangs.
Before the people of Xuancun could react, the young Taoist had already arrived. Stepping on the breeze, he picked up Chen Fu with a fly whisk, lifted him up slightly, and threw him to the feet of the old Taoist.
Everyone in Xuan Village felt a sense of powerlessness. As soon as they saw them, they knew that these two Taoist priests were not simple. They were definitely strong men sent by Prince Jiang's Mansion to avenge the last time.
"Do you think you can challenge the immortals now that you have become stronger? You are still just a group of ants." The young Taoist sneered and stepped on Chen Fu's chest. Chen Fu couldn't bear the pressure and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Hand over the so-called immortal behind you. I will spare your life." The old Taoist priest said coldly.
"What kind of immortal...we don't know each other." Old village chief Lu walked forward tremblingly.
"Old guy, shut your mouth!" The young Taoist's face showed a fierce look, and a whisk was pulled over. Old Village Chief Lu flew up and sprayed a large amount of blood from his mouth.
"village head!"
A large group of people rushed forward at the entrance of the village. Several strong men surrounded the old village chief in the center. They looked at the old village chief covered in blood with red eyes and were at a loss.
"Don't worry, the old guy has a hard life and won't die. I'm just teaching him a lesson." The young Taoist who took action laughed: "I'm different from those guys who go back on their word. If you hand over the fake fairy behind you, I can protect you."
You are safe and sound and have good weather every year."
The people of Xuancun glared at them, and several strong men picked up their weapons and planned to go up and fight.
"Stop it!" The old village chief covered his chest and coughed violently.
"Since you want to die, I will help you." The young Taoist shouted unscrupulously.
"No! If you want to kill, kill the old man and don't touch the children in the village!" the old village chief roared in pain.
"That's not up to you!" The young Taoist has become a murderer. When he sees someone actively seeking death, he naturally refuses to let him go.
With a cry, he immediately jumped up and charged towards him with a hurricane.
"No!" The old village chief's eyes blurred and he fainted in grief.
"Chi!"
Suddenly, a harsh sound broke through the air, and an invisible air column came from afar, emitting terrifying spiritual pressure and piercing the void.
The young Taoist with a whisk in his hand and a fierce face suddenly opened his eyes to the extreme. He was so frightened that he roared instantly.
"puff."
However, the sound immediately stopped. He paused in mid-air, his hands touching his chest in disbelief. At some point, there was a blood hole as big as a fist, and streams of blood were dripping from it.
At the critical moment, a figure appeared silently. Under the ghostly face, there was an extremely cold aura, which made people shiver all over.
"Who...are you!"
No matter how stupid the old Taoist priest was, he suddenly understood at this moment that the person in front of him was the terrifying master who killed his junior brother and made him invisible.
"You guys are looking for me, what's the matter?" Zhuo Yifan looked at the old Taoist priest and sneered with a ghostly face. (To be continued.)