v2 Chapter 41： Lore board (3)

Penglai.

Zhang Jiuling, the head of Penglai, was blowing dust in his arms and meditating in the room. A sudden lightning flashed, the heavy rain fell and the window crackled. Zhang Jiuling opened his eyes, got up from the futon, came to the window, propped up the window leaves, and looked away into the distance.

Zhang Jiuling's room is quite high. Viewing from the window, there are no obstacles in front of it. On the contrary, the mountains and trees of Penglai Xiandao can be seen by his eyes. If you look further away, you will see the endless sea.

The window case opened to the east. Zhang Jiuling saw the lightning extinguished from time to time, and heard the sound of thunder and rain falling. On his unshaken Gubo's face, there was gradually a dignity, and he sighed for a long time: Can the mountaineer escape? "

From time to time, a young voice sounded outside the door, "Master, there is an urgent report."

Zhang Jiuling said lightly, "Come in."

The disciple who came in was Zhang Jiuling, who was the second disciple of Penglai's generation. When the big disciple Zhang Yunhe has already left for Laizhou, it is this second disciple who is in charge of the daily affairs of Penglai Daomen.

The second disciple came to the room and settled his hands. Then he said hurriedly: "There is a vision in the Panchen Mountain Taoist view."

Hearing the words of Panpan Mountain, Zhang Jiuling glanced at a strange color. This was a place he did n’t want to lift, because there was a person who made Penglai Daomen unwilling to lift it, but the more he was unwilling to lift it, the more The more that this person is not simple.

Zhang Jiuling looked as usual: "What kind of vision?"

"It has been reported that in recent days, there are often clouds covering the fog and dust around the Dustpan Mountains, and the aura is extremely strong. But what is in the clouds and fog is not clearly seen by our people, but it is faintly aware that there seems to be a dragon out to sea." The second disciple sank.

Zhang Jiuling's eyes changed slightly: "Jiaolong went out to sea? What fame is that person doing?"

The two disciples hesitated, and said in a low voice: "The man on the dustpan mountain had a gap with me Penglai. He was respected by the teacher and walked away. He has not been able to live in the mountains in recent years. Nothing has happened. I always feel that this person is not willing to be mediocre. "

Thinking of the old days, Zhang Jiuling looks good. That was not a pleasant memory for him. He groaned for a moment and hummed coldly: "What about unwilling to be mediocre, self-cultivation is the two disciples who have not made inroads, and they are also qualified. Pingping, how can you compare with my life? Can he still want revenge? "

The disciples tentatively asked, "What does Master mean?"

Zhang Jiuling came to the window, groaned for a long time, and said for a long time: "At this moment is the critical period, An Wang is coming menacingly, and he wants to make waves in Pingluxing. My energy of the door is to surrender to this demon. Although Panpan Mountain is not enough Worry, but you ca n’t just sit back and ignore it. It ’s time for the **** we arranged to move. ”

The second disciple's face changed, and there was a flash of fear in his eyes. At this moment, he even spoke carefully, "Master said," Let Master Shi take the shot? "

Zhang Jiuling had already made up his mind, so his mood calmed down instead, he said lightly: "I would rather miss it than let it go."

The disciples frowned, "Yes."

...

Although the Taoist Temple has been in disrepair for years and looks dilapidated, it has always been refreshing and clean. If it is not the case, Mo said to cure and save people. People living in a cricket environment can guarantee that they will not get sick.

However, since Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang left Taoist Temple, they became messy day after day inside and outside. It stands to reason that a person's range of activity is not large. This is less than a month. How can it not make the Tao unsightly, but all this has made Beipi the old Tao.

The Beifu Road didn't care about this. For him, after Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang left, he could still ensure that he was not hungry. It was already a great luck. As for cleaning the Taoist view, it was not his consideration at all. Within range.

Riding his trousers belt, he ran out from the hut outside the courtyard with a bowed bow. In the heavy rain, Beipi took a look at the uncharacteristic vegetable garden and shivered.

The neat vegetable garden that Su Emei has been serving for more than ten years has been picked up by her. At this moment, it looks like it was arched by wild boar. It looks like a mess. Many seasonal vegetables are turned upside down. At a stroke, there was no coherence.

"If Xiao Nizi saw it, she would have to drag out the kitchen knife in the kitchen and chase me down." When Beipi said this, he had a clear-hearted tone, but a flower-like smile appeared on his face. It was a little bit proud.

A lightning fell, reflecting the insignificant appearance of the old brown skin. He raised his head at a half-sound, glanced at the dark sky, and said lazily, "What can you do to thunder? What is the use."

Bei Bei Laodao looks rogue, keeps mumbling in his mouth, and does not know who is talking badly. At this time, the belly rang out of time, and the old man Beipi remembered that he ate a meal today, which turned him into a bitter face instantly, looking at the grievances.

"Well, go and get some food. You can't go to bed hungry." The old brown skin walked down the wet path, slipped into the vegetable garden, picked one from the east, picked one from the west, and picked it at his feet. He also stepped on one piece and muttered with a rumor from time to time, but it was because he suspected that the green vegetables were not fat enough.

When he was carrying a large pile of vegetables to enter the door, a sudden panic footsteps came from the forest next to him, and then a voice sounded: "Mr. Dao! Ms. Dao!"

The old man with brown skin fixed his eyes, and then started to smile, then he looked surprised.

It is the hunter who often visits Taoist Temple and brings some spirits and wild game from time to time.

In retrospect, Beipi has known him for many years. He is the most familiar person except Su Emei and Wei Xiaozhuang. He is very kind on weekdays. Now he sees the other person stumbled out of the forest. Pyongyang rushed forward.

"It's awkward? This black light is blind. Why are you out of the woods?" Beipi asked with green vegetables.

"Well, don't mention it, all blame the sudden heavy rain that made me fall in the woods, and was chased by a wild boar, almost lost my life!" The hunter walked out of the woods, looking very embarrassed, his body covered with mud And the scars and hair were also messy. "I can't go down to the mountain tonight, I was chased to this neighborhood, thinking about coming to Daochang to spend the night here."

The old man with a fur-skinned face turned his face unwilling: "That's no wine? I'm glad for nothing ... forget it, come in, just ready to pick up some food."

"You, Dao, you are too powerful. Are you unhappy if you don't have wine?" The hunter came to the Beipi Road and joked enthusiastically.

Bei Bei Lao said with a smile: "Where is the beauty?"

He hadn't finished saying this, and his face suddenly changed, because a sharp white light had flashed from the hunter's hand, and instantly reached the waist of the brown leather road, and it was instantly bright, drawing the quiet and murderous eyes of the hunter's eye. .

...

The light of lightning made the negative Kendo man standing in the courtyard look not only extraordinary, but also mysterious, and a terrible evil.

Wei Nianci watched Wei Shinan put the hero's hands in his hands, and a ridiculous thought flashed in his head.

The father received the hero post and gave it to Penglai Daomen. Then, will the Tsing Yi Yemen post that post post move the angry Wei family and break into the mansion in the middle of the night to kill us all?

This ridiculous idea seems bizarre, but it appears very naturally in Wei Nianci's mind, and when it flashes, it can't be suppressed, and when Wei Nianci is cold, his hands and feet are cold.

She couldn't help but think of the scene of a small restaurant in the town. The gentleman who looked like a gentle and innocuous man and animal was faced with Xu Xianjian's provocation and her calculations. From the beginning to the end, she didn't show half anger, not to mention big Hit it.

But the more so, it seemed that Xu Xianjian finally slapped her slap, which was extremely powerful and difficult to accept.

If you think from another angle, Xu Xianjian was injured by the other side at the beginning, or she was driven away by the other side's arrogance at the beginning, wouldn't she feel so uncomfortable even if the later encounter was more unbearable?

If this is the case, Wei Nianci's fear of the son of Xuanpao will not be as deep as every time afterwards.

Especially on the way back, there were more rumors in the Tsing Yi Shumen. Wei Nianci's fear of the Xuanpao son was even deeper. She knew that the dogs who really bite people would not bark.

She most likely walked around the gate without knowing it.

Then, from the beginning to the end, is the unshakable black robe man more terrifying than the aggressive Taoist in front of him? If so, is the Tsing Yi Yamen behind the son of Xuanpao more fearful?

A moment's encounter made Wei Nianci cry out loud: "Father, you can't post to them! I can't offend Tsing Yi Shumen!"

Wei Shinan's hand was stiff, and he looked back at Wei Nianci in puzzlement.

It was just a split second, and he soon felt the murderous spirit of the Taoist in front of him. He couldn't help shaking his hands, and hurriedly shouted, "Shut up! Who made you talk ?!"

She was scolded by Wei Nan, Wei Nianci returned to God.

Only then did she realize that her back was already cold.

It turned out that her fear of the black robe boy had reached such a point.

Wei Nianci for a while.

"You should thank her for this sentence. Without her, today's Wei family would be miserable."

Wei Shinan had just turned around, and suddenly heard this voice, he immediately choked there.

Not only was he lingering there, but also the Penglai Taoist in front of him.

That sentence is obviously not what Taoists say.

The speaker stands outside the door.

It was a man leaning on a pillar in the hallway, holding a knife in both hands and wearing a bucket hat.

Raindrops are ticking down from the bucket bucket.

In the courtyard outside the corridor, I don't know when, there have been a few more people in the same dress.

Not only in the courtyard, but also on the roof.

These people dress uniformly.

Tsing Yi, bucket bucket, with a knife.

Wei Shinan couldn't be more familiar with the appearance of these people.

Because tonight, he has seen each other once.

Tsing Yi knock!

The Taoist in front of Wei Shinan turned to see this scene, his face changed, and he gritted his teeth immediately, "You are the Tsing Yi Yamen? What do you want to do?"

"What? It's easy." The man leaning on the pillar slowly pulled the knife out of the sheath. His voice was always smooth, without any slight fluctuations, just like heavy rain, without feelings, but the moment the long knife came out of the sheath He suddenly moved, with a bland accent, and time filled with gold and iron horses: "Kill you!"