First Class Taoist Gate

He is dead, how does this kid surrender eight thousand battle spirits?

This is eight thousand battle spirits, even the real Yang Shen will have to do some tricks. If he dies, the eight thousand battle spirits will lose control. Once he escapes into the distant mountains and villages, he does not know how much sin he will commit. Isn’t this kid afraid? ?

With all kinds of questions and incomprehension, the Taoist consciousness plunged into endless darkness, and the eight thousand battle souls in the distance noticed that the **** on their bodies disappeared, and suddenly roared to the sky, and slashed towards Zhang Bairen.

"Idiot!" Zhang Bairen smiled coldly, and the four swords of Zhuxian shook slightly behind his back. All the fighting spirits were instantly overwhelmed, and then fled into the distant mountains and forests and disappeared.

"Here is the barren mountains and wild ridges, where there is someone who is responsible for this group of war spirits. Last year, there were so many dead souls and corpses out of the ancient country of Loulan, and it is not bad for these eight thousand war spirits." Zhang Bairen shook his head, and went forward to search for Taoist clothes. Kick it out and kick it into the water.

"Raising ghosts!" Looking at the handwriting, Zhang Bairen shook his head. He hadn't heard the name before, thinking it was an unknown little Taoist temple.

The Taoist is very poor. He has no money except for a little bit of silver. Zhang Bairen rolls his eyes and urges the boat to continue northward. Under the moonlight, he sings: "The billowing Yangtze River passes away, and the waves wash away the heroes. Success or failure turned around, the green hills were still there, and the sunset was red for a few times. The white-haired fisherman on the Jiangzhu River, I used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of muddy wine was happy to meet each other, and everything in ancient and modern times was talked and laughed."

Zhang Bairen's voice was immature, but she sang an old-fashioned taste, and the singing voice shook the vast river. Although immature, there was a shocking heroism.

Everything in the world is not like a spray under the water, only longevity can see Fengyue, the so-called Wangtu Hegemony, is nothing but a matter of me waiting to talk and laugh.

The waves are exhausted and I am alone!

"Good mood! So heroic! So domineering!" The river rippling in the distance, dyed with a layer of silver gauze, there is a small fishing boat in the river, the candlelight is weak and imperceptible, if someone on the boat speaks, Zhang Bairen will subconsciously The boat ignored the past.

Under the moonlight, Zhang Bairen could see clearly, and the two figures on the bow of the boat were shaking.

It was an old man who spoke, with a touch of vicissitudes in his voice.

"Hahaha, it's a coincidence that our little brother, we didn't expect to meet you here," a familiar voice sounded from the bow.

The voice sounded a little familiar, Zhang Bairen recalled a little, a pitiful little face appeared in his mind, and his timid expression would never be forgotten.

"The old man is really in good spirits. He was fishing alone in the river at night. Let's meet again. Let's say goodbye to the dark inn. Is everything okay?" Zhang Bairen urged the boat and came to the boat.

The old man wearing a thin shirt was sitting on the bow of the boat and fishing. Not far away, the little girl was playing with crabs in her hands, looking at Zhang Bairen with cheerful eyes.

"Everything is well, it's just one year up, one step closer to the coffin board" The old man looked at Zhang Bairen, his eyes filled with emotion: "Who did the previous song come from?"

"Who does the old man think came from?"

Zhang Bairen tied his flat boat to the old man’s fishing boat, and looked at the red face of the girl at the bow, full of excitement, and the bright eyes under the moonlight were extra attractive.

"The singing is vicissitudes of life, and I have seen big waves wash the sand, and the dynasty changes. It definitely does not come from you, a little boy." The old man sighed slightly.

Zhang Bairen was noncommittal, looking at the little girl in front of him, his picturesque brows seemed to have a calming power, facing the little girl, people's minds would calm down.

"The Yangtze River is rolling in the east, the waves are scouring out the heroes. There is nothing but talk and laughter about the past and the present!" The fisherman muttered silently, seemingly fascinated. His eyes traveled through the time and saw the prosperous years of the past.

"Last time I hurriedly said goodbye, I haven't consulted the old gentleman's name yet" Zhang Bairen sat next to the little girl. After two years, the little girl has grown up a lot. Her lips are red and white and her teeth are pitiful.

The fisherman smiled: "Your kid is looking for me everywhere, but you still don't know the name of the old man."

"Am I looking for you everywhere?" Zhang Bairen was taken aback.

The fisherman smiled and shook his hands, the fishing rod suddenly pulled up, and a two catty carp landed on the deck.

"Little brother, my name is Gongsun Xiaoniang!" The girl couldn't help but interjected.

"Gongsun Xiaoniang?" Zhang Bairen was stunned.

A pair of eyes looked at the old man's back: "The only thing this son has been looking for is the world's No. 1 Divinator. Is it possible that your Excellency is the mysterious Taoist Divinator?"

The old man smiled, acquiescing.

Zhang Bairen’s eyes lit up, and he really had nowhere to look for it through his iron shoes. It was all effortless: "Mr. told me to find it so hard. I never thought I didn’t know each other. We had already met last time. Encountered here."

"You were wrong. It was not here that you met, but the old man was waiting for you here on purpose!" The old man slowly stood up, and the carp was opened with a knife in his hand. Arrange the firewood and start boiling water.

Zhang Bairen’s favorite of boiled fish, Zhang Bairen loves to eat grilled fish.

The old man took the knife and dropped it. The knives were exquisite. After a fish got out of the pot, he walked into the cabin by himself and took out a jar of turbid wine: "A jar of turbid wine meets each other. I only have turbid wine, old man, but I don't have vintage wine."

Zhang Bairen smiled: "That's enough!"

The old man carefully controlled the fire, and said casually: "I know your intentions."

Zhang Bairen nodded, and he was tossing about it in the mystery. All major forces in the world can hear the news as long as they are interested.

"My little brother is doing a great job, the Xuanji Taoist Temple is a group of evil people, and the little brother should have killed all the dog thieves in the Xuanji Taoist Temple" Gongsun Xiaoniang looked at Zhang Bairen with bright eyes.

After hearing what Gongsun Xiaoniang said, Zhang Bairen's heart suddenly moved, thinking that the affairs between Bu Suanzi and Xuanji Taoist Temple were not very pleasant, and even forged a death feud.

"Hey, the waves are all over the heroes, the past is over, why not look at it" Bu Shuanzi fell into the memory, and shook his head after a while: "Xuanji Taoist Temple is also the place to support me, if the little real person has a chance, don't embarrass them. , Let it be a way of life."

"I'm planning to let them live, but they just go to the dead. What can I do if the sky wants to take him?" Zhang Bairen sighed.

Xiaoniang Gongsun brought silver chopsticks, Zhang Bairen touched the girl's head, breaking the dull atmosphere: "Since you are called Xiaoniang Gongsun~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then you must have another sister."

"My sister is called Aunt Gongsun" Xiaoniang Gongsun smiled openly: "My sister is like you, a master of kendo, you can learn from each other."

Aunt Gongsun?

Zhang Bairen was taken aback. He thought of Aunt Gongsun, who was famous for sword dance, but Aunt Gongsun was from the Kaiyuan period, a hundred years away.

Obviously, the Aunt Gongsun in the mouth of Gongsun Xiaoniang is not the famous Gongsun Jianwu of the later generations.

However, in this world of cultivating, there are countless people who live forever, and it is not a rare thing to live a hundred years old, and it is not that difficult for a successful person to live to one hundred and fifty.

"Unfortunately, my sister's kendo has encountered a bottleneck. She has been closed for half a month without dripping water for half a month. She will starve to death if she doesn't eat!" Gongsun Xiaoniang looked at Zhang Bairen expectantly with a pair of eyes: "Grandpa said you kendo Blessed and the number one person in the world, you must have a way to save my sister."

While talking, Gongsun Xiaoniang's eyes were full of tears, and Zhang Bairen stared at Zhang Bairen with big eyes: "Brother, please save sister, okay?"

"Cough, cough, cough" Bu Suanzi coughed violently on the side, and sighed inwardly: "The kid just can't hide what's going on. I originally wanted to sell this kid as a favor. I didn't expect that Gongsun Xiaoniang didn't act according to her script. Debunked his own plan and broke."

Looking at Xiao Niang Gongsun with bright eyes, Zhang Bairen stroked Xiao Niang's head: "Where is your sister?"

"Just in the cabin" Gongsun Xiaoniang pointed at the cabin with her delicate finger.

Zhang Bairen turned his head and looked at Bu Suanzi, knowing that this old man would definitely not come to the river to wait for him. It turned out that he had something to ask for himself.

Bu Suanzi raised his head on the side, and gave a wry smile: "The aunt is obsessed with swordsmanship, she is studying alone, but something went wrong." 8) For more wonderful novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading academy