The old beggar cannot open his eyes and acts as a guide to the blind man.
"It farted near me, and I called out to drive it away from me." He pointed to the east of the street and headed there.
"Now..." the old beggar opened his eyes, "Hey, where is your carriage?"
"Your uncle." Weasel ran towards the east end of the street, "My carriage will not stop unless it shouts."
"The donkey is stupid, there is one in this inn. The horse is so stupid, this is the first time I have seen him." The old beggar shook his head and sighed.
"That's right." He shouted towards the back of the weasel, "After you bring him back, let him come to my place to put another one."
He looked away and saw Hu Mu looking at him strangely from a distance.
The old beggar explained: "This flattery is a good thing. Although it smells ugly, it makes people feel happy. I can just continue to dream about the table of delicious dishes your shopkeeper has cooked for me. I haven't eaten it yet."
After that, the old beggar continued to lie down and reflect on the dishes on the table.
Hu Muyuan asked and answered, "No wonder people want to flatter me."
Yu Sheng and Ye Zigao still stayed under the tree, watching the people on the tree.
Unlike the corpse, although the body looked strange, the skin and flesh on the face looked rosy, without any sign of decay.
"This is too much like a real person." Ye Zigao said.
"It's strange, after death, a person ceases to be a real person?" Yu Sheng said.
"No, I mean, it looks too much like a living person." Ye Zigao said.
While he was observing, suddenly, the man on the tree opened his eyes and stared straight at the height of the leaves.
"I'm going!" Ye Zigao backed away in fear, it was too scary.
"I am originally alive, what do I mean by resemblance!" the man in the tree said unhappily.
Yu Sheng was also surprised, "Then, what, brother, you look like this, are you sure you are still alive?"
He gestured. After all, the person facing his back was really not sure he was still alive.
"What's so uncertain about this?" The man on the tree twisted his neck and looked left and right, almost as if his face was in front, "Where is this?"
Before Yu Sheng could answer, the man said in surprise: "Hey, why am I in a tree? Aren't I in the water?"
He looked at Yu Sheng, "Did the flood wash me here?"
Yu Sheng and Ye Zigao looked at each other, and Ye Zigao asked him, "You, are you a fish demon?"
"What a fish monster? I am a human being, a real decent person." The man struggled.
Yu Sheng looked at him without saying a word. If he was still a decent person like this, then Ye Zigao would be an honest person.
"Then why are you in the water?" Ye Zigao asked again.
"It's easier to travel in the water."
The man in the tree finally realized something was wrong with him, "No, why is my butt in front?"
"Why are my hands behind me?"
"Why are my feet facing backwards?"
The man in the tree kept discovering the wonderful things about himself. He was so frightened that he reached out and touched his crotch, "No, what about my job? How did I become a eunuch?"
"Ahem." Ye Zigao reminded him, "You touch the back?"
The man on the tree did as he was told, "It's okay, it's okay, it's still there, no, why did he get to the back? It will be very inconvenient in the future."
Such IQ!
Yu Sheng said helplessly: "Your head is facing backward."
The man on the tree was stunned, "Really?"
He touched his head and suddenly said, "Damn it, what is going on?"
Yu Sheng looked at the little rice pail and said nothing.
But this man is also strange. He is still alive. He seems to be no ordinary person.
"Hey, brother." Yu Sheng asked him, "Can you drown if you stay in the water?"
"It's a joke, I am an immortal, how can I drown in the water." As he said this, the man started singing "dengdengdeng".
Strange to say, the tune this man sang was exciting, progressive and exciting.
The rest of my life is fine.
Ye Zigao couldn't control himself and jumped up.
"I, what's going on with me?" Ye Zigao was frightened.
"Don't be afraid." The immortal on the tree waved his hand, "This is my magic!"
"Immortal magic?" Ye Zigao stopped and wondered.
"Yes, as the music changes, the people around you will change involuntarily." The fairy on the tree said and stood up straight.
He looked around and asked Yu Sheng, "Hey, do you think I landed on my butt or my back?"
"It's better to land on your butt," Yu Sheng said.
"That's right, you can't break that thing." After the immortal said it, "thump thump thump" sounded again in his mouth.
"No." Ye Zigao said.
"I'm sorry, I'm trying to boost morale. Please bear with me." The fairy on the tree said and started singing again.
As he sang, he squatted down and jumped down towards the ground with a "thump" in his mouth.
“Ding-deng-deng!”
"Snapped!"
Silence.
Ye Zigao jumped with a "thump" and fell heavily to the ground.
"That's so fucking evil." He panted and said to Yu Sheng.
"It's a fucking evil thing." Yu Sheng said, it was the first time in his two lifetimes that he saw someone with his own background music.
The immortal jumped down with his head down, and now he was lying on the ground with a big character.
When Yu Sheng walked over, they looked awkward.
"Hey, hey, are you still alive?" Yu Sheng asked him.
"It's okay." The immortal said in a muffled voice, "Master, your suggestion is good. It's really good to land on your butt, it's my face..."
He turned over with difficulty, and his face was covered with dirt and even the feces left by pigs and ducks.
"Bah." The immortal spit out the dirt in his mouth and sang again.
This time it is a very soft song, like the warm sunshine in early winter, falling on people, making their whole bodies warm and comfortable.
"What song is this?" Yu Sheng asked.
It was so graceful, so graceful that he was intoxicated.
"My healing song." The immortal stood up energetically, his head still turned upside down.
"It's useful?" Yu Sheng was surprised, "The injuries are all healed?"
"Of course not, this is a psychological effect." The immortal snorted again, "It can make people forget the pain."
"Uh." Yu Sheng didn't know what to say. This magical technique was too useless.
The immortal seemed to have seen what Yu Sheng was thinking, "Don't underestimate my ability. I tell you, when I am powerful, I can defeat thousands of troops."
He faced Yu Sheng, put his hands on his hips, and wanted to point out the country with his right hand, but he was not allowed to do so behind his back.
"Back then, my ancestor, as a music sage, crossed his legs on the top of the mountain at the most critical moment of the Holy War, and sang loudly. The music was so exciting and passionate that it made the God-killer's blood boil, and he killed hundreds of gods like chicken blood.
In the last battle, if my ancestors had not been given laxatives by those insidious gods and had to stop singing to relieve themselves, in the battle between the God-killer and the Xingtian Warrior, among the gods, I don’t know who would win," the immortal said.
Shocking, in the holy battle, the defeat of the God Killer was actually related to a piece of shit.
"Music Saint?" Yu Sheng wondered, "Why not Music Saint?"
"Yes, why not Lesheng?" The immortal wondered, "Maybe it's because our family's yin is strong and yang is weak."
This is a good reason.
"So, you Music Saint and God Killer are a famous family?" Yu Sheng said.
"Yes." The immortal said, "I can't write two god-slayers in one sentence. We were as close as one family back then."
As he spoke, the immortal took a step closer to Yu Sheng. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Sheng stopped him.
"You'd better turn around and talk to me." Yu Sheng said, facing him but still feeling a little awkward.