Rebirth of the Southern Barbarian Meng Huo

The poems and poems are complete, but the old fisherman and woodcutter is not happy because this song should not be composed by anyone else, except those who have gone through successes and failures.

But the one who came on the waves was not such a person

Riding on the waves and singing is supposed to be a happy thing in life, but this word comes from someone else. Without the vicissitudes of life, far-reaching and soul-stirring artistic conception, it loses its proper flavor, and the old fisherman and woodcutter dislikes it.

The man who came on the waves soon appeared on Jiangzhu. Standing opposite the old fisherman and woodcutter was the same old man. What was different from the old fisherman was that he had a childish face and a radiant face.

The old fisherman who was originally displeased quickly relaxed his eyebrows, and it was no different from before.

The old fisherman dropped Meng Huo, who had just been lifted up, to the ground, and handed the last grilled fish to the visitor.

The visitor took it but didn't eat it, or he didn't dare to eat it. But he knew what kind of name the person in front of him once had - 'Devil God'. Not everyone is worthy of this name. A man who once killed many people, often Broken human bones and dissected human corpses, no one knows what they are looking for, a crazy and almost devilish existence

"You have long hair at a young age, and you are so decadent now that you really look like you. Is this the successor you are looking for?" The visitor looked at Meng Huo and said.

The old fisherman shook his head: "I don't dare to accept him as a disciple. Who in the world dares to accept him as a disciple?"

"Oh?" The visitor showed a hint of curiosity and waved his hand to blow up Meng Huo's messy white hair. For a moment, Meng Huo's face seemed to be in the visitor's eyes.

"No wonder, no wonder" the visitor showed a look of surprise.

As the national master of the time, Guo Guo is one of the most spiritual practitioners in the world. Anyone who dares to accept him as a disciple has such great cause and effect that heaven and earth will not tolerate it.

"How long is your life left?" the visitor asked the fisherman.

The old fisherman remained calm and said slightly: "Thank you for your gift."

The visitor was not annoyed and just said: "That song is very good and suits you very well."

"I think so too." The old fisherman quite agreed with this.

"Since you have decided to spend the rest of your life like this, why not find a disciple?" the old man asked.

"He's found, he's dead," the old fisherman said, without any color in his words, as if his disciple was really dead.

The visitor looked at the old Yuqiao and was silent for a moment. He knew who the disciple the old Yuqiao was talking about was him.

The man who had been here for a long time shook his head and said: "He is not dead, but your path is not suitable for him. He has taken a right path."

"Probably" the old fisherman didn't argue.

The visitor had a feeling of powerlessness as if his fist was hitting the cotton, but he really had no choice about the old Yuqiao. He thought that the old Yuqiao had found a successor, and he could start from his successor to get what he expected, but it was the old Yuqiao. It was really broken. No matter what he said, he couldn't arouse the slightest interest. If he couldn't arouse the old fisherman's interest, then he couldn't get what he wanted.

Neither soft nor hard enough, he decided to stimulate the old Yuqiao, at least make him angry and arouse his temper.

So the old man said: "Give me the thing, and I will make your lineage go on the right path."

"I've given you the Green Bag Book, which is enough to help you take the so-called right path," said the old fisherman.

He did not anger the old fisherman, but he was the first to get angry and yell like crazy: "Is the Green Bag Book, the Green Bag Book, a book of the right way? In order to find your way, you dissect people's bodies and break their bones. Is this the right way?" ?”

"It seems you said, 'Use it right and it will be right'." The old fisherman glanced at the old man and said.

For a demon who has long seen through the world of mortals, the anger of the newcomer is useless, no matter what you do or say to him, it is not that he has never tried torture, but for a demon, he has long been accustomed to the pain in his body and he has tried to use it. His loving words, but he had already hurt his heart and cut off his ways, so it was completely useless.

"Qing Nang Shu" is a strange book that the devil has learned all his life. It contains methods for practicing the visualization of the five animals, as well as methods for cultivating Qi and magic power. Many of them are about paralyzing humans and gods, and dissecting human corpses. There are even records of dissection of living corpses. From this point of view, Qing Nang Shu has become a demon.

The old man was once a disciple of the Demon God, but he could not accept the Demon God's thoughts and practice methods, so he resolutely used the methods in the Green Bag Book to dethrone the Demon God and also took away the Demon God's Green Bag Book.

Only after getting the Qingnang Book did he realize that he was missing one crucial thing - the Demon God Crystal.

The Demon God Crystal is a treasure that the Demon God found from the millions of corpses after slaughtering millions and gathered them into crystals. Only by obtaining this object can the Demon God's lineage of skills be perfected, and can he be considered an immortal.

It's just that for a person like the Demon God, even if he inherited all the methods from Qingnangshu, they would have no effect at all when used on the Demon God. Because when the Demon God used those methods on others, he had already used them on himself.

And for a betrayed person, even the devil will not give in even if he sees through the world of mortals.

The visitor was extremely angry, but there was nothing he could do about it, because he knew that the devil's character eventually lost his temper.

"Give me the Demon God Crystal, and my disciple will pass on the tradition to you." The visitor said sadly, his words full of pleading.

The old fisherman chuckled and said: "My Taoism is like this river, it rushes to the sea and never returns."

The devil is not moved

Helpless, the visitor fell to his knees

The devil is indifferent

"Master," the visitor shouted in a choked voice.

The old fisherman could no longer remain calm, as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on suddenly exploded.

The old fisherman looked at the visitor and said angrily: "Gun Gun, I don't have a disciple like you. The Gun Demon God Crystal was thrown into the river by me long ago. If you want, go find Gun yourself and don't let me see you again."

After being reprimanded by the old fisherman, the visitor did not show anger, but showed a hint of cunning. He finally understood the shortcomings of the Demon God, which was that the word 'Master' actually happened since he deposed the Demon God and stole the Blue Bag Book. They are no longer masters and apprentices

And the word 'Master' is the devil's wound

The old Yuqiao was too angry. He was considered a hero all his life, but in the end he was buried in the hands of his own disciples. He was a teacher, but he taught the disciples who killed his master. This is undoubtedly the greatest irony of him and a lifetime of ridicule.

What he couldn't stand the most was the title 'Master'

Because of his anger, he lost his mind and revealed the whereabouts of the Demon Crystal.

Also because of his anger, his voice was too loud and woke up the sleeping people.

Meng Huo was drunk and fell asleep

He vaguely had a dream about a story between a peerless devil and his disciples.

In his sleep, he sympathized with the Demon God. In this world, the path to immortality was blocked and there was no hope of becoming an immortal. Especially the alchemy lineage was in decline. Alchemists had all turned into healers, and the Demon God was among them.

It's just that his medical skills are somewhat inconsistent with this era. Dissecting corpses and paralyzing living people is not tolerated by the world. But it is also a path, a path to becoming an immortal.

It's just that the devil failed in the end because his devil's behavior was so rebellious that even his most valued disciple could not tolerate him. He killed him with his own hands and took away the classics he had worked hard to write all his life.

It was originally a wonderful dream, but suddenly I was woken up by an angry shout.

As a cultivator, I don’t know how long I haven’t slept soundly, let alone dreaming.

Disturbing people's dreams will lead to a good death.

Meng Huo stood up without any scruples and said angrily: "I won't die well."

Not even Meng Huo knew who he was scolding, whether he was scolding the person who woke him up, or the disciple of the demon god in his dream.

One sentence made the whole world silent

Three big eyes staring at small eyes

The devil and the visitor looked at Meng Huo in shock.

Meng Huo was a little confused. He didn't know when another old man appeared. And judging from the old man's appearance, he seemed to be a great master. However, the realm that Meng Huo could reach after his cultivation was still there. It can be seen that the old man in front of me is a perfect monk in the most powerful realm in this world.

Shaking his heavy head, Meng Huo didn't care who the visitor was. Even if it was an immortal, it had nothing to do with him. He was so disheartened that even if Cao Cao was here, he wouldn't be interested in this. Meng Huo did. A bit like an old fisherman and woodcutter

So Meng Huo fell down and wanted to go back to sleep.

Being able to sleep and dream is a kind of enjoyment for Meng Huo at this moment, a very rare enjoyment.

"Are you Meng Huo, the national preceptor?" Meng Huo wanted to sleep, but someone didn't want to sleep, so the person who came spoke.

If you don't answer, I'm afraid the other party won't give up.

So Meng Huo lay on the ground without opening his eyes. He just said calmly: "I'm just a fisherman with white hair."

The old man was so angry that he never thought that Meng Huo was like his master.

"Who are you talking about just now?" the old man asked with some anxiety, because he knew Meng Huo's name, and also knew that Meng Huo was the disciple of Feng Gongjiu. Even if he was a disciple of the Demon God, he would never dare to marry him. Compared with the disciples of Shi Feng Gongjiu

There is a widespread rumor in the outside world that the fortune teller has a golden tongue, and if he gives instructions to people, their fortunes will come true.

"Did I say anything?" Meng Huo asked back

The visitor took a long breath, thinking that Meng Huo was not talking about him, but he was still unwilling to give up the opportunity in front of him. It was a blessing to meet the fortune teller, and he might be able to get a good fortune, just like Feng Gongjiu became the emperor of the earth and Wang Mang. The orders were ordinary, but he was not the emperor but he was the emperor for 15 years.

Moreover, he himself was Meng Huo who would give orders for him because he was also famous in the world.

Therefore, the old man said: "Yu Hua Yuanhua met with the Imperial Preceptor and prayed for the Imperial Preceptor's approval."

At first, Meng Huo was unmoved, but after he carefully muttered the name of "Yuanhua", he suddenly jumped up.

He grabbed the old man's hands that were bowing and said overjoyed: "Could it be that the old man is the miracle doctor Hua Tuohua?"

The old man, that is, Hua Tuo, looked happy, knowing that what he prayed for was possible, nodded and said: "It's the old man."

Hua Tuo was a miraculous doctor. There was a miraculous doctor in the world. His name was not only widely circulated among the people, but also very famous among practitioners because he could cure practitioners.

Practitioners rarely get sick, but if they do, there is no cure. For example, Guan Yu’s poison penetrated his bone marrow, or Cao Cao’s headache.

At this moment, Meng Huo finally saw some hope of treatment.

There is no way to deal with the situation, Hua Tuo should have the means

"Hahaha..." Meng Huo couldn't help but laugh heartily. He saw hope again, "A jug of turbid wine brings a happy meeting. A jug of turbid wine brings a good opportunity. A happy encounter. What a good opportunity."

"Miracle Doctor Hua, let me take a look at Gu. What is the root cause of Gu's disease? How should we treat it?" Meng Huo said quickly.

"I don't know the instructions..."

"Gu, I've approved it for you," Meng Huo agreed.

Hua Tuo nodded, grabbed Meng Huo's wrist with his backhand, closed his eyes and meditated, and soon looked at Meng Huo with a smile on his face.

Meng Huo immediately felt relieved, and even the old fisherman who was observing on the side also showed a look of comfort. Although he failed to recruit a disciple early and ruined everything, he had to admit that his disciples were better than others in medical skills. blue