As soon as the young man left, countless beads of sweat suddenly appeared on Old Ye's face, and his face suddenly turned green. He took two steps back for some reason, and his face, which was originally slightly green, turned pale.

The back room is not big, but it is unique. At the door connecting the two rooms, there is a curtain made of bamboo slices. Each piece is green and dripping. The rain and wind penetrate the house, and the bamboo curtains sway and make a sound when they touch each other. It is indeed somewhat elegant.

At this moment, the door curtain was raised, and the fat shopkeeper stepped into the back room leisurely. He dug his ears and eyes in a graceless manner, raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously, and looked down at the old man named Ye. In the corner of the back room, the old man seemed to be suppressed by an invisible wall, and his beard was flamboyant.

, the canthus of my eyes is about to burst, and it is still difficult to break away from this majestic pressure.

"Although you are only thinking about the second level, you can be proud of your transformation skills alone." Wu Shuang raised his hands, stretched his waist and kicked his legs and yawned, "Get up." Before he finished speaking, Haoran suppressed the old man.

The breath disappeared without a trace in an instant. The old man slid down hastily along the corner and sat silently on the ground, with lingering fear. When the young man went to the kitchen to ask for medicine, he noticed a killing intent that made his liver and gallbladder tremble, and the killing intent penetrated to his bones.

, even with his seventy years of practice, his tough old scales that have faded countless times cannot stop this all-pervasive murderous intention. The murderous intention of this man has not even moved a finger, and the murderous intention has overwhelmed him. He is so embarrassed at this time.

Dare to get up.

Wu Shuang stepped forward, picked up the remaining medicinal residue on the stone mortar with great interest, put it to his nose and sniffed it twice, and said with a full smile: "I was not sure before, what is your true body?

It is probably of the genus Viper. Now that I have seen this snake Lan Ying and the bamboo curtain, I can guess your origin. Your surname is Ye, so you are sincere."

After his true identity was revealed, the old man put away his trembling expression, as if he had guessed that something bad was going to happen today. He smiled freely, stood up and saluted with clasped fists. His temperament changed completely, and the previous cover of the mountain villager's fear was gone. Instead,

He has a somewhat unrestrained demeanor. The withered old man and the demeanor of a fairy seem to be very different. After they are combined into one, there is a faint Taoist charm.

"Yes, as the seniors said, the old and decayed true body is indeed a bamboo-leaf green snake that traveled around the mountains and rivers. He accidentally bumped into it before Jiazi and swallowed a hundred-year-old snake orchid. He opened the Lingzhi Tongqiao acupoint and has been practicing to this day." Appearance.

The old man did not hide his secret, but told the truth. He sighed secretly that he should not have committed the snake habit today. If he went out on a rainy day and met such a person, his cultivation would undoubtedly be ruined, and he might even end up in ashes.

It did not think wrongly. Birds and beasts have spiritual intelligence and are called monsters when they board the smooth path of cultivation. They have always been tolerated and even hated by the immortal cultivators. Once discovered, they will often be killed without any effort. If you are not lucky,

Okay, they were also beaten back to their original form, imprisoned in the sect, and only used as living medicinal materials to extract blood for medicine. The genus of snakes and pythons was even more miserable. The snake gallbladder improved the eyesight and detoxified, so countless snake monsters were protected by their lives, and the snakes' belly was cut open.

Removing the gallbladder, waiting for the gallbladder to grow out, and then suffering the pain of peeling off the skin to remove the gallbladder again, going back and forth, like falling into the hell of Abi, with no peace. At this time, Zhuyeqing just wanted a happy death, so his tone seemed neither humble nor overbearing.

"In this way," without waiting for the other party's reply, Wu Shuang sat on the medicine table, looked at Zhuyeqing with a smile, and said in a casual manner: "I think that Panshanren's waist badge belongs to someone else.

Bar?"

Zhu Yeqing chuckled when he heard the words, sat down cross-legged leisurely, closed his eyes calmly, "Yes, but I want to die." But after waiting for a long time, there was silence everywhere.

Zhu Yeqing opened his eyes, looked through the bamboo curtain, and saw that Wu Shuang had returned to the wooden chair and closed his eyes to rest. "Old man, please take a look at the porridge on the stove. My apprentice and I haven't eaten a grain of rice for several hours.

It won’t taste good.” The old man was confused for a moment, agreed in a daze, and went to the kitchen to watch the porridge.

The boy fed the horse, and for a moment he felt the coldness of the tiger's mouth, which was extremely comfortable. He dared to move his thumb, but the tingling pain he imagined did not appear, and was replaced by the itching of tender meat growing. He was stunned in place, recalling the old man.

He spoke in a good manner, caressing the horse's mane, and sighed with rare emotion: "Master said that there are masters hidden in the mountains. Not long after I went out, I met an old god. I don't know where the herb came from." Then his face became a little wilted, "How about that?"

, are you shameless enough to ask for two more bundles?" He was probably amused by his own words, as the young man showed his bright fangs and smiled happily.

It’s always happy to be content.
Chapter completed!