The old man in Shroud shouted something, turned around and ran away.
Zhao Yun was the most self-conscious and just pressed him.
Eh?
When his eyes were clear, the old man in Shouti let out a soft sigh. He didn't recognize the witty words or the mustache, but he recognized Zhao Yun's popular face, as if he had taken this guy to the ancient tomb of the Barbarian King.
But in his memory, this guy should have died in the tomb. How is he still alive? Not only alive, but also with this level of cultivation. In just half a year, has he unlocked the god level? He has soared from the True Spirit Realm to the pinnacle of Ksitigarbha.
?
There were so many doubts that he felt a little dizzy.
"Senior, you're fine." Zhao Yun said with a smile.
"Well... you're fine."
The old shroud man put his hands in his hands and circled around Zhao Yun. Sometimes he reached out and pinched Zhao Yun's little arms and legs. It seemed that the old man had been in the tomb for too long and he only recognized Zhao Yun as an acquaintance.
Little did they know that Ji Hen was the holy son of the Tianzong, and he had already become famous throughout the world.
If you knew it, your jaw would drop.
Zhao Yun ignored this guy and only looked at the witty words.
The old man in the shroud circled around him, while the wise man was like a little follower, following closely behind the old man in the shroud, looking at him in confusion.
After a long time, the old Taoist Shouti also noticed something was wrong. He turned away from Mr. Zhao and concentrated on the witty words.
At this sight, his old eyes narrowed slightly. This must be a dead person! Oh no, it should be a living dead. Unlike a puppet, this little girl can act on her own without being summoned.
Also, what kind of power is the wisps of smoke lingering on its body?
After taking a closer look, I don't know why.
This was the first time he had seen such a strange existence.
"That's it."
Zhao Yun flicked his hands and used the Immortal Stealing Technique to steal something from the old Taoist Shroud.
It's a jade pendant, green and translucent, isn't it exactly Qingjue? It's also a broken fragment.
He finally understood that it was Qing Jue in Miaoyu's body who sensed this fragment and drove Miaoyu to come. This is why Miaoyu always follows Old Taoist Shroud.
"Wow! He's even stealing something." The old man in Shroud cursed.
"Where did you get this thing?" Zhao Yun held Qing Jue and turned it over and over.
"It's something passed down from our ancestors," said the old man named Shoyi meaningfully.
"Believe it or not, you stole it from the tomb!"
The mustache curled his lips. Although he didn't recognize the fat old man, he had heard his name.
Which one is better at robbing tombs? I asked Xu Liang in Hengchuan, Xiyue. He was talking about this old guy who always likes to wear a shroud and wander around the world. He has a special liking for other people's ancestral tombs.
"Don't say it in such a bad way, it's called borrowing." The old man in Shouti stroked his beard, and his expression was serious and thoughtful. Taking advantage of the dim moonlight, he seemed to be in a certain state of style, and he was getting better.
"Whether I stole it or borrowed it, this jade pendant belongs to me." Zhao Yun was still very conscious.
"Did I stay in there for a long time? Are today's young people so shameless?" The expression on the old man's face turned dark. I worked hard to steal it, but it belongs to you.
Zhao Yun didn't say anything, and just handed over a scroll.
Hmm...a perfect new year's gift.
When the old Taoist priest saw it, his eyes were bright.
"This...is like something a human being would do."
The guy spoke in a deep voice, took the scroll, and never mentioned the jade pendant again.
Zhao Yun disapproved and integrated the broken Qingjue into Wiaoyu's body.
Suddenly, the whole body of the witty words bloomed with brilliance, and wisps of smoke lingered, making her look like a dream.
When the old Taoist priest saw it, he looked surprised.
When the eight-character Hu saw him, his face was full of curiosity.
"I asked, where did this girl come from?" The old man in Shouti looked at his mustache.
"This guy's wife is the kind of person who has a ghost marriage." The mustache said in a low voice.
Ghost marriage?
People with extensive experience are astonished.
"I have more here, how about." The mustache poked the old man in the shroud. His sleeves were stuffed with scrolls, not just one or two, but a large bundle, and this was just a small part of it.
"How embarrassing." The old man in Shroud chuckled and stretched out his hand to take it.
"I didn't say it was for free, I have to pay for it."
"Look at you, a junior. Talking about money hurts feelings."
"Don't pull me down."
"Yes, yes, yes."
The two old men moved to another place and muttered to each other.
Bargaining, mainly bargaining.
Paying the money in one hand and delivering the goods in the other hand, the transaction was completed happily.
Compared to the two of them, Mr. Zhao is more serious, so he sticks to his witty words and melts another Qingjue fragment. The wise words are transforming, the power of the underworld marriage becomes more refined, and the haze around him becomes even more beautiful.
"interesting."
The old Taoist priest has come back, and he is very sad.
The world is a big place, and there are all kinds of strange things. This little living dead girl is one of them.
Is it so magical to have a ghost marriage?
"Old Taoist, whose tomb is down here?" The old Taoist tugged at the shroud with his mustache.
"This... is a suspicious tomb." The old man in Shroud took a deep breath.
"What is... a doubtful grave?"
"The so-called doubtful grave is just a pit."
The old man in Shroud cursed loudly, and his old face was no longer as dark as usual. After being trapped for more than half a year, he finally figured out that it turned out to be a trap for the tomb robbers. If he hadn't been smart enough, he would have been buried in it.
, the person who created the Doubt Tomb is a talented person. He has stolen and dug up graves for so many years, and this is the first time he has suffered such a big loss.
"If you do too many things that harm your moral character, you will be punished sooner or later." The mustache said in a deep voice.
"I only take the treasures and don't disturb the souls of the dead." The old man in shrouds said it seriously. In the eyes of the mustache, this is nonsense. All the funerary objects have been taken away, and you still say that you won't disturb the souls of the dead? You just have to lift the coffin!
"Has Ruoshui been taken away by you?" Zhao Yun asked with side eyes.
"That girl is a genius in cultivation. I found a good master for her." The old man in Shouti stroked his beard.
"Thank you for taking her away." Zhao Yun took a deep breath.
"What do you mean?"
"That small village was looted by bandits, and no one survived."
"Is there such a thing?" The old Taoist Shouti frowned, and felt quite lucky in his heart. If Ruoshui had not been taken away, the girl would have suffered death, and then there would be one less genius in this world.
The mustache is just a listener, and there are some things that he can figure out by himself. That night when Ji Hen went to kill the robbers, it was probably to avenge the people in that village. If it hadn't been for this matter, they would not have gotten to know each other.
"She is in Tianyin Pavilion. If you have time, go and see her." The old man in Shouti said and turned around, "I still have something to do, so I'll go first."
"Going to dig graves again?" the mustache glanced at him.
"Reaching your sister's grave to find Qilin's blood, Ruoshui is waiting for it to save her life?"
"Stop looking for it, this one has it." The mustached man stretched out his hand and pulled it back.
The old man in Shroud raised his eyebrows and scanned Zhao Yun again, "Do you have...Qilin blood?"
"Yes." Zhao Yun smiled.
"You can't find anything after wearing iron shoes. It takes no effort to get here." Old Shingyi suddenly became energetic, rubbed his old hands fiercely, his eyes were shining, "Quick, let me have a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, the little unicorn rushed out.
Fuck...!
The old man in Shroud's swear words revealed his domineering attitude. This is not Qilin blood. This is a fucking Qilin! After half a hundred years of life, he still saw the Qilin Holy Beast for the first time.
"Where did it come from?" Old Shouti was extremely excited.
"I picked it up." The mustache gave an accurate answer, and he was very considerate. He also added the line of the shroud master: It's good to pick it up, and it's free to pick it up.
The old man in Shouti clicked his tongue for a while, damn...why am I not so lucky!
None of this matters now.
The important thing is that this is really a unicorn.
"Come, give me some blood." The old man in Shroud chuckled.
Ouch!
The little unicorn screamed, his eyes full of fierceness.
Seeing this scene, the old man in Shroud's mouth twitched. This could be a unicorn. It looked like a little boy. Although he was short in stature, he had quite a bad temper. He was so fierce that he was afraid that he would pounce on him and bite him.
"Ruoshui is sick?" Zhao Yun asked.
"The illness is not serious." The old Taoist priest sighed, "Because of the bloodline, Qilin blood is needed for medicine."
"Bloodline?" Zhao Yun was stunned after hearing this.
It was his martial arts that Yin Ruoshui cultivated, but I didn’t see that little girl had any bloodline!
Did he make a mistake?
Or, Ruoshui's bloodline is too deep.
As he spoke, the transformation of Miaoyu was completed, and accompanied by a wisp of night wind, he fell into Zhao Yun's arms. It is not accurate to say that the transformation is complete. It is still undergoing transformation and must continue in deep sleep.
Gua!
Dapeng ascended to the sky again, and the two-person team was replaced by three people.
That night, the old man in Shouti was very dishonest. He kept gibbering all the way, always wanting to have a relationship with the little Qilin.
When it was over, he was bitten by the little unicorn and was covered in wounds.
When the Eight-Character Hu met him, he felt particularly balanced. He still wanted to seek help from Qilin? He was severely punished by this little thing.
I am so shocked.
The two old men got together again, each holding a New Year's product, immersed in watching it.
Mr. Zhao took a look at the Lord of the Rings and saw that there was no movement in the magic words. He also took out a picture scroll to prevent the magic words from suddenly running out. He also set a ban on the magic ring. For this reason, he also found a good reason:
Don't be in a hurry, transform slowly, no one will bother you.
These three... are so funny!
Moon God glanced sideways, and I felt so relieved!
When Dapeng fell again, it was already a mountain peak.
Like other hidden heritages, Tianyin Pavilion is also hidden deep in the mountains.
So here comes the question, why do people like to run into the mountains? There are natural reasons for this. First, it is convenient for hiding. Second, it can take advantage of the mountains to set up formations. Third, it is indispensable. Wherever there are deep mountains and old forests, there are many luxuriant vegetation. Places like this
, spiritual energy is usually very abundant, and it is an excellent place for practicing or recuperating.
"That's it."
The old man in Shroud raised his hand and pointed in the distance.
No need for him to say anything, Zhao Yun and the mustache have also seen it.
Hidden deep in the mist and mist of the mountains is a steep mountain peak, like a woman whose face is covered by a veil. It has a unique sense of mystery. If you smell it carefully, you can still smell a touch of feminine fragrance.
Anyone who has heard of Tianyin Pavilion knows that this line of inheritance never accepts male disciples, from the top to the pavilion master to the disciples, they are all women.
"I don't know if I can talk to Master Tianyin Pavilion and give me a daughter-in-law." His mustache nose was twitching, and he sniffed again and again. After looking at the New Year's goods all the way, his face turned red. When he smelled the woman's fragrance, he felt like he had been poisoned.
It's hard to think without thinking about it.
"That's a good idea." The old man in Shouti glanced at this guy. He took advantage of the heart of a bear and the courage of a leopard. If he went to Tianyin Pavilion to find a wife, he would not be afraid of being castrated. Don't look at the women in there, how fierce they are?
“Great place.”
Zhao Yun looked around. Either it was Tianyin Pavilion, or he knew how to find a place. Look at the mountains and terrain. He was so domineering. Using this to set up an array, one can imagine the power.
"Gone."
Shoyi Laodao was the first to lift his feet and went down a path.
Zhao Yun and the Eight-Character Hu followed each other, looking all the way. There were many restrictions and formations hidden in the darkness.
Look at the old man named Shoyi. He must have come here often before. He was familiar with the road. He led them to turn left and right without touching any restrictions, and safely arrived in front of the mountain gate of Tianyin Pavilion.
"Then who... open the door?"
The old Taoist priest put his hands on his hips and howled in a domineering manner.
Embarrassingly, it had been a long time since anyone in the mountains had responded, which made him feel very embarrassed.
"You are so unpopular." The mustache sighed.
"Then who... open the door?"
The old man in Shouti didn't believe in evil, so he howled again, his face turned completely black. It was rare for him to bring outsiders over, so he had to give him face no matter what, but he couldn't embarrass me.
However, after calling him, his old face was really lost.
No one responded.
No one paid any attention to him.
"Hey....."
The old man in Shouti quit his job and took out the guy to make some noise.
"Senior, Tianzong Ji Hen wants to see you."
Mr. Zhao stepped forward and bowed his hands.
Don't say it, it's easy to say.
Before he finished speaking, he heard a gust of wind.
One after another, beautiful figures flashed from the mountains. They were all elders of Tianyin Pavilion. There were dozens of them. The ones with the weakest cultivation were all the top Ksitigarbha. They were not coming towards Tianzong, but towards Ji Hen.
Here we are, that boy is a ruthless man who has created countless myths. His reputation has already spread throughout Daxia.
"this....."
When the old man in Shroud saw him, he looked confused. Was he trapped in the tomb for too long and missed many important events? He shouted for a long time, but no one answered him. With just one sentence, so many old guys jumped out of his body.
.
Tian Zong Ji Hen’s name is so easy to use?
To sum up: there is no comparison, there is no fucking harm.
Not only him, the mustache was also shocked.
The old Taoist Shogyi was trapped in a tomb for more than half a year. He was also the same. He also didn't go out to the Taoist temple for more than half a year and didn't know much about the world.
Now when I look at it, Ji Hen is doing well! He only declares his family name, and Tianyin Pavilion gives him face like this.
The elders of Tianyin have settled down, and most of them are holding a portrait in their hands. Whose portrait is it?...The portrait of Tian Zong Ji Hen. After looking at the portrait to identify it, it turns out that it is really Tian Zong Ji Hen.
If you look at the temperament, it shouldn’t be fake.
If we look at the younger generation in the world, there will never be another person with such charisma and dazzling personality.
"The Holy Son of Heavenly Sect is here, but he is welcomed from afar."
Another person came out. She was a woman in white. She was truly the pinnacle of quasi-tian. She was similar in age to Linglong. In terms of beauty, she was no weaker than the handsome Chi Yan. She was bathed in the moonlight and had a dreamy mood. She was Tianyin Pavilion.
The master of the pavilion: Bixiao.
"I don't mean to disturb you." Zhao Yun clasped his fists again.
"What do you want to say, Holy Son? Please." Bixiao smiled softly,
Zhao Yun was not polite and strode in.
The eight-character Hu Maliao followed, but it was the old Taoist priest Shoyi, whose face had turned dark and translucent, "Bixiao, I don't have someone like you. Fortunately, I have found a good disciple for you. You won't even let me leave the door for a long time."