"Eh? It's an old Taoist with an ox nose. "Old Zhang was very surprised.
Old Zheng immediately said disdainfully, "Are you blind? What old Taoist? It's just a small Taoist, alright?"
The old men looked at the young Taoist priest curiously.
This was different from those so-called Jianghu heroes that they had previously dismissed. Moreover, this little Daoist was too handsome. He was like a woman and had a feminine aura.
"This brat is too thin and weak. I don't think he can take a punch from me." Geezer Wang shook his head and crossed his arms as he watched. He decided not to make a move for fear of killing someone.
The other old men also looked at the young Taoist priest curiously.
"This donkey is really not bad. There isn't a single stray hair on it. It's a divine steed." Old Zheng stared fixedly at the little black donkey. His saliva almost flowed out as he said, "What a good donkey. Dragon meat from the heavens and donkey meat from the earth. Donkey barbecue will definitely be delicious."
The old faker glanced at him grumpily and said, "You'd better eat less donkey's penis in the future. You're almost bleeding … To be honest, it's possible for this donkey to eat you, but you want to eat it? Learn from me for another twenty years. "
"So powerful?"
"Can't afford to offend them?"
"You should have said so earlier."
"Let's retreat first."
When the other old men heard the old faker's words, they were all startled and stepped back to make way for the old faker.
Damn it.
The old faker was speechless.
How did these old guys in Randengsi Village, where the people were simple and unsophisticated, become like this?
The young Taoist rode on the back of the donkey and paid no attention to those old people. His gaze fell on the old faker. He bowed slightly and said, "My master ordered me to come here to retrieve the Pure Yang Sword. I wonder if Senior Yu is willing to return the sword?"
The old faker laughed and said, "Let you come to get the sword? It seemed that.
Your master has a very high opinion of you and allowed you to retrieve the sword alone. "
"I am number one in the pure Yang lineage." The young Daoist said with a smile, "The pupil surpasses the master."
The old faker nodded slightly and said, "Well, since you can wear the Taoist robe of Yin and Yang and carry two swords, you should be the contemporary successor of Pure Yang. However, I have to say that your ability to blow your own trumpet is indeed much better than that of your master. It can be said that the student has surpassed the master."
He couldn't tell if this was sarcasm or praise.
Hearing this, the young Taoist priest was not angered at all. Instead, he said with a smile, "Thank you elder Yu for your praise. I wonder, where is elder Yu's successor? Is he in the temple? Please show yourself and fight with me to complete the promise we made back then, so that I can retrieve the [Pure Yang Sword]."
"My successor?" The old faker stroked his chin and thought about it very seriously. Then, he pinched his fingers to calculate. After a while, he said, "They should arrive in Baoji City soon. Just wait a little longer. You've waited for thousands of years. One or two more days won't make a difference."
The young Taoist priest nodded very seriously and said, "Okay."
The old faker observed the young Taoist priest very carefully. Suddenly, he pointed to the Mahjong table in front of him and said, "Since you're here, why don't you come over and play?"
The young Taoist priest still said very seriously, "Okay."
He jumped off the donkey's back, tied the donkey to the hitching post at the gate of Randeng Temple, picked up some weeds and threw them to the donkey's mouth. Then, he walked in step by step and naturally sat opposite the old faker at the Mahjong table. "Please."
"Hey? You really came. I was just being polite. "The old faker said.
The young Taoist priest looked up at him and said nothing. His eyes were calm.
The old faker laughed and said, "But, since you want to play, let's play something big this time." The old faker sat down with a smile and raised his hand to call the others. "Old Zhang, Old Wang, come on, play with us."
An hour later.
"Clatter."
The old faker swept the Mahjong on the table to the ground.
He stood up angrily and said, "I don't want to play anymore. Damn it, why am I the one who lights the firecracker every time? Why is it always you who wins every time? "
"What the hell." Old Zhang and Old Wang were confused. "How can you be so shameless?"
The young Taoist priest stood up and said calmly, "Thank you for letting me win. Senior Yu, please send the one million yuan I just won to the Golden Platform Temple within three days."
The old faker said shamelessly, "You are a monk. Why do you want that money? It's useless. Just forget it. "
The young Taoist priest said, "Well … Senior, do you know? The life of the sun has five billion years left. "
The old faker was stunned. "What do you mean? What does it have to do with me? "
The young Taoist priest nodded and said, "So, what do I want money for? What does it have to do with you?"
The old faker was speechless.
"I got it." The old faker was silent for a long time, as if he had discovered a new continent. He said, "Your master is so anxious to ask you to get the sword. Maybe it's not because he thinks you can really get the Pure Yang Sword, but because he may not be able to stand your poisonous mouth."
The young Taoist priest smiled proudly and said, "I think so too."
"Get out." The old faker looked defeated and said, "A dead pig is not afraid of boiling water. How can you laugh so happily when I insult you? Hurry up and disappear in front of me. When my successor arrives, I will ask him to blow up your head and tear your mouth apart."
"I'm leaving."
The young Taoist priest bowed politely and turned to leave the Randeng Temple.
The old faker looked at the back of the young Taoist priest and suddenly said, "Little guy, what's your Taoist name?"
"Amitabha. My Taoist name is' Immortal '."
"Puff, your master really dares to give you a Taoist name."
"I chose it myself."
"Your master is really open-minded."
"My master is really broad-minded."
"You've really learned quite a bit of your master's shamelessness. Little Undying, don't blame me for not reminding you. The Golden Platform Monastery isn't as simple as it looks on the surface. You broke into their lair, so be careful of your butt burning."
"Thank you, Senior Yu. I got it. Anyway, please don't forget the one million yuan."
"Get out."
The conversation came to an end.
The young Taoist priest bowed outside the temple and rode on the donkey lightly. The bell jingled and disappeared into the darkness of the mountain road.
The old faker touched his chin and thought about it.
He did not expect that the Pure Yang Sect had such an unusual junior. It was a little interesting.
"Li Mu, this little bastard, is still fooling around outside. It's time to go back to Baoji."
"Boy, you are going to meet your match."
"Master Li, your surname is Li. Why did the little cow nose call you Senior Yu?" Old Zhang came over curiously.
"Oh, when I was in Jianghu, I used a nickname, surnamed Yu." The old faker said casually.
Geezer Wang said thoughtfully, "Then with your current identity, you can't be using a smurf, right?"
…
…
In the early morning.
Fairy mist lingered in the streets and alleys.
"Who are you?"
Wang Shiwu, holding the fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, and pickled vegetables he had just bought, looked at a blond white man who blocked his way with vigilance.
He felt a kind of undisguised hostility from the other party.
In the narrow alley, footsteps came from behind.
"Blocked from the front and back?"
There were strange energy fluctuations in the air.
All this made Wang Shiwu understand that the white men who appeared before and after him were probably targeting him. It was not the first time he had encountered a similar scene, but it was the first time that the ambushers were foreigners.
"The one who will kill you."
The white man in front of him grinned like a beast. The next second, his figure disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already behind Wang Shiwu, with a dagger burning with white flames in his hand, stabbing at Wang Shiwu's Tianchi acupoint.
Wang Shiwu did not look back, and a wisp of sword light appeared behind him.
"Clang!"
Sparks sputtered.
The white flame dagger in the white man's hand exploded, and there were deep sword marks on his left and right hands and legs. He suddenly lost the ability to move and collapsed.
At the same time, a spiritual rifle appeared in the hands of the other two white cultivators. The muzzles spurted out flames and shot at Wang Shiwu.
"You're courting death."
Wang Shiwu looked angry.
The power of the spiritual rifle was so great that it could easily hurt the innocent. Obviously, these foreign cultivators didn't care about the lives of the ordinary people around them at all … This kind of people deserved to die.
Dense sword auras appeared around him and overlapped like a peacock opening its tail, blocking and cutting apart all the rays of spiritual energy.
"Go to hell."
His figure flashed.
Two white men's heads flew into the air.
A long sword suddenly appeared in Wang Shiwu's hand.
Clap, clap, clap!
A loud and clear applause rang out in the alley.
A slender young white man with gold-rimmed glasses walked over from the end of the alley and said in fluent Chinese, "You deserve to be the sword in the Guqin and Sword Couple. You have a powerful cultivation and brilliant combat skills. This is not a Cultivation Method from Earth. Did you get the inheritance from outer space?"
A trace of solemnity appeared on Wang Shiwu's face.
He felt a little threatened by the white man, which was a feeling he had never had before.
"Who are you on earth?" Wang Shiwu asked.
"We? No, you're wrong. It's not us, but me. "The young man adjusted the glasses with his right hand and said," I am God. "
…
…
"It turns out that this place is called Crouching Dragon Bend. In the mythical legends of Chinese, dragons seem to be auspicious spiritual beasts."
The white man with long blond hair and a pair of angel wings that ordinary people could not see stood on the top of Crouching Dragon Bend and could basically overlook the entire Baoji City.
Below, at the place where the Wei River flowed, there was a huge artificial reservoir with rippling blue water.
He took out an apple that glowed with a green light. There was a bite mark on it, and a faint fragrance wafted from the exposed flesh. He closed his eyes and took a whiff of the fragrance. Then, he threw the apple into the reservoir below.
"Grow, grow, germinate and grow into a towering tree. The glory of our Lord is about to come, and the Yongle Garden is about to reappear in the world. Hahaha."
The white man with long blond hair looked expectant and happy.
Everything was going well.
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