Qingyang was worrying by the river. Suddenly there was a movement behind him, and then two people came over. In front was a tall man, and behind was a stooped old man. They looked very familiar with the river.
They all seem to be locals.
The man in front came to the river, just glanced at Qingyang casually, without saying anything, and then went about preparing to cross the river. Qingyang stood aside and watched quietly. He also wanted to know, there is nothing here
Bridges and ferries, how did these two people cross the river?
The man first took off his clothes, wrapped a stone, and threw it to the other side of the river. Then he paused with his feet and began to use his luck. After a few breaths, he finished using his luck and took a sharp knife from his body.
The knife actually struck directly at his neck.
Qingyang was immediately stunned. What on earth did this man want to do? Could it be that he wanted to commit suicide by the river? Qingyang had been in the world of cultivating immortals for so many years. He had seen more bloody scenes, but he had never seen anyone having to cross the river.
Whoever cut his own neck, what exactly was the cause of this incident?
The man's knife was very sharp, and his head fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. However, the scene of bloody flesh and blood that Qingyang imagined did not appear. There was not even a trace of blood at the wound area. It seemed that what he had just chopped off was not a head, but a head.
A piece of wood.
What's even more surprising is that the man didn't die, and his hands could continue to move. After cutting off his head, he also cut off his two legs from his torso, just like before,
There wasn't a trace of blood, and I didn't know what secret technique he was practicing.
After that, the man's two arms were not idle. He first lifted the top of his head and fucked it a few times before throwing it to the other side of the river. Then he took out a rope and tied one end to his arm and the other end to his hands.
on the legs, and then threw the legs over too.
After doing all this, the man's upper body seemed to have used up all its potential, and fell to the ground with a plop. Instead, the legs that were thrown to the opposite side actually stood up from the ground, and kept carrying the rope.
Go forward.
After walking about ten feet, the upper body tied to the other end of the rope was also pulled to the other side of the river, and then the legs turned back to the side of the upper body and head.
What happened next was even more surprising. The upper body that had been pulled across the river regained its ability to move. He first found his legs and placed them in the position where they were cut off before. Then he placed his head on his neck and placed his hands on them.
After pinching the wound area and chanting a spell, his legs and head immediately returned to their original state, and he was still a complete man.
Everything just now seemed to have no impact on the man at all. He put on his clothes, put away the rope and knife, turned his head and smiled at Qingyang, and continued walking.
The other party's naive smile made Qingyang's neck feel cold. If he hadn't been cultivating immortals for many years and had seen too many weird things, the scene just now would have frightened him out of his wits. Even so, he wouldn't be able to do anything for a long time.
Calm down, this method of crossing the river is really weird.
Seeing that the man had walked away, the old man next to him took a step forward, blinked at Qingyang, and said with a smile: "Little brother, do you want to cross the river too? Do you need help from me?"
Looking at the old man's slightly weird smile, Qingyang touched his neck. This guy couldn't possibly want to chop himself into pieces and throw them over, and then assemble them again, right? He didn't have that ability, so he quickly said
: "No, no need, I'll just find a way to get there myself."
The old man smiled sinisterly and said: "Looking at this little brother, it seems that there is no way to cross the river. We are destined to meet each other, so it is right to help. Little brother, don't refuse."
The more enthusiastic the old man was, the more Qingyang felt that the other party had bad intentions, and said: "Forget it, I don't have the ability to chop myself into pieces, throw them over, and then reassemble them. At worst, I will wait here for a while longer, waiting for Taoist Mao."
Now that we are back, we will naturally have a way to cross the river."
After listening to Qingyang's words, the old man laughed and said: "Where do you want to go, little brother? Of course it is most convenient to cross the river by boat. I don't like the stupid big man's bloody magic, not to mention that the little brother belongs to Taoist Mao.
Friend, that is our friend, the old man is called Paper Old Man, and he lives on the same street as Taoist Mao. I have been friends with him for a lifetime, so naturally I will not harm you."
Hearing the old man say that there is a boat that can cross the river, and that he also knows Taoist Mao, Qingyang finally feels relieved. It's not just beheading. The old man didn't make it clear at the beginning, and he must have been deliberately joking with himself. As long as there is a boat, Qingyang can
, Qingyang is not afraid of what tricks this old man will play. Thinking of this, Qingyang cupped his hands at the other party and said: "In that case, thank you very much, brother."
The old paper man smiled and nodded, then he found a stone by the river and sat down. He took out a pair of scissors, a stack of paper and a bottle of paste from his arms, and started to cut the paper. Qingyang couldn't help but wonder.
, since we are going to cross the river by boat, shouldn’t we look for a boat first? What is this old man doing sitting here? Could it be that he knows when a boat will be available and will arrive in a while?
It was Qingyang's first time to come to this kind of place, and he didn't know what the situation was like here. Since the old man said there was a boat, he probably wasn't deceiving himself. At worst, he had to wait a little longer with him.
After that, Old Paper didn't say a word and concentrated on cutting the paper. Qingyang had nothing to do, so he stood aside with his hands folded to see what he was going to do. Old Paper's hands kept moving, and in the blink of an eye, a small boat
The outline came out, and then he repaired it here and glued it there. A complete paper boat soon appeared on the ground. Qingyang was a little confused, what on earth was this old paper boat doing?
Before Qingyang could figure out the reason, the old man shouted at him: "What are you still doing? Help me lift the boat into the river. Don't you want to cross the river?"
After hearing Old Man Zhi's words, Qingyang was immediately shocked. Could it be that the boat he meant to cross the river was this paper boat? The paper was thin and brittle and could break with just a finger. Let alone carrying people, as long as
If you put it into the water, it will turn into a pile of mud in an instant. How can you cross the river?
As if sensing Qingyang's suspicious gaze, the old man smiled at him, but did not explain the reason, but continued to pull him to help. Qingyang had no choice but to carry the paper boat on the ground with the old man.
In the river, I want to see how the old paper man crosses the river with his paper boat.
The paper boat was placed in the river, but it was not wet. Instead, it really looked like a boat, floating on the river. It was amazing. However, Qingyang soon felt relieved. These methods were just what ordinary people saw.
It's relatively strange, and it's nothing to an immortal cultivator. If you still have the strength, you can use even stranger methods than this.