God stick peeping the sky

The Taoist priest's slack eyelids drooped again: "You know what I'm talking about, your fate is too light, and you have a yin constitution. Sometimes you can't tell the difference between a human and a ghost, and sometimes a ghost can't tell whether you are a human or the same kind. It is not easy to grow up so big, but it is indeed a good material for cultivation. It was also because I saw your pure yin physique for the first time that day, and I was unwilling to give up the opportunity to catch you and study it, so I took the risk. My life is counted."

Xiaoyan glanced at the Taoist priest, and sneered in his heart. The so-called research probably meant tying him to a stone platform to let blood out, and giving him the same treatment as poor Mai Zhaoyu.

Liang Enze is not interested in so-called cultivation, and he can't understand the greed that regards human life as nothing: "Every time you kill a person, how long can you live?"

The Taoist priest looked up at the sky slightly, Liang Enze always felt that the skin on his neck was as old as a sixty old man, different from the woman who was just caught a few days ago who looked like forty, and the old woman was too anxious: "Like A while ago, Mai Zhaoyu's fate was mediocre, that is, two or three months, and someone as wise as Yue Housheng, it may be three to five years."

When Xiaoyan heard that he was already the best among people, with the most sophisticated appetite, he was only three or five years old at a young age, the delicacies in the world were so spoiled, and the food was too wasted.

Liang Enze: "I've checked your file. You should be changing identities constantly around Baifeng Mountain. You are all alone every time. Even if you live a long life, so what? You can only be with wild animals and birds by your side. There are still people alive like this." breath?"

The file was not found by Liang Enze, but Huang Daxian told him, saying that in order to hide his name, the Taoist priest of cultivating immortals never keeps anyone around him. He stays in a fixed position for up to 30 years, and after that he has to change his appearance and make up a story Stay in another place.

The Taoist priest’s aging Adam’s apple twitched: “Yes, the poor Taoist 200 years ago was complacent and felt that he had obtained the essence of the heaven and the earth, and that he could be with the heaven and the earth and see all the vicissitudes of history, but later, there was no one around him. If you don't speak, you are companions with loneliness."

With the calmness of a boulder under the water, he seems to be recalling what he has done these years: "Sometimes it is the greatest comfort to find the reincarnation of the girl I once loved and take a look at it from a distance, but in the past 100 years, I can't find it either, all in all, I seem to have everything, but in fact I don't have anything, so I don't want to hide any more."

The Taoist priest was finished with emotion, and his eyes fell on Xiaoyan again: "Yue Housheng, although it is in your hands, but if the destiny is like this, I don't blame you. I know that the crime is serious and I can't escape death. I can't bear to let the secret technique be lost, you are a unique person here, I want to pass on the secret technique of immortality to you."

Xiaoyan remained calm: "How to teach it? Kill a few people on the spot, take out the soul to teach by example?"

The Taoist priest couldn't help but curled up his wrinkled mouth: "Sure enough, you are young and energetic. I only teach you the formula. In the secret room of the inn on the mountain, there are ancient books. When you arrive, just read and study them. "

Xiaoyan thought unconvincedly in his heart, is he still a young man if he is not arrogant?But when I heard those books, my ears moved.

Liang Enze lowered his head and smiled elegantly: "Master Dao, I already saw your books when I searched yesterday."

The Taoist priest opened his eyes suddenly: "Could it be that you want to keep it for yourself?"

Liang Enze bowed his waist and saluted: "I read it for an hour at that time. Although I couldn't understand it, the more I read it, the more frightened I became. The secret arts from ancient times include not only immortality, but also driving ghosts, subduing ferocious beasts, and turning stones into soldiers. They confuse people's hearts. Wait, you have lived too long, that's why such unique knowledge of human wisdom will be collected in your hands."

"Speaking of which, you can actually do more bad things, but you just put all your energy into prolonging your life. Later generations feel that this kind of secret technique is too harmful. Once it is leaked, it will cause endless troubles, so—"

The Taoist leader lost his usual determination, and his speed of speech quickened: "So how are you doing?"

Liang Enze said calmly, as if he was talking about other people's affairs: "So when I set fire to it, it was all burned."

The Daoist looked up and down at the bold Liang Enze. He seemed kind and gentle, but he seemed to have a big focus on everything he did. Pindao has collected and researched for hundreds of years, and you actually...?"

Liang Enze was frank. He looked at Xiaoyan who was also shocked: "The harm outweighs the benefit. How many people will be harmed after leaving that room? Daoist, I am worried that such spells will be used by people with ulterior motives, so offend That's right. By the way, you can prepare, we will escort you back to the capital in the future."

The Taoist priest turned his eyes to Xiaoyan, his eyes were ever-changing and flickering, as if he had a thousand words to say, he only murmured a few words: "Narrow, self-righteous..." After that, he couldn't speak anymore, and finally closed his eyes , indicating that the two of them can go away.

After leaving the dungeon, bathed in the warm summer sun, smelling the scent of various lilacs and winter jasmines in the air, he felt that he was in a good mood after getting rid of the pests. With his long legs, Liang Enze reached out and touched the branch. Lilac, looking at Xiaoyan: "Brother Yue, did I do something wrong by setting fire to a classic that has been burning for thousands of years?"

Xiaoyan was also thinking about this, and when Liang Enze asked, he slowly shook his head: "Enze, those who want to drink human blood can't be called classics, they can only be called life-threatening spells, once the spells are born, who can restrain them?" Do you want to control your own greed? Everyone will snatch it."

"I've been studying heresy all day long, but I'm actually just a magic stick. I can't achieve great success. I regard fame and fortune as a plaything, and I'm very curious, let alone others. Your approach is right, but you can't mention it to anyone again. Otherwise, it will lead to death."

Xiaoyan is young, and after a few days of recuperation, he can barely walk. His official duties in Baifeng Mountain have ended, and his parents are afraid that he will play wild, so they urge him and Yue Jiu to go home early. Escorting the old-fashioned prison car and leaving Baifeng Mountain with about twenty entourages.

As soon as he left the boundary of the mountain pass, Liang Enze looked back a few times, but he saw the vast Cangshan Mountain, clouds covering the sun, lush green peaks, and a big bird like a phoenix seemed to be ready to fly into the sky at any time.

He likes beautiful scenery the most in his life. Seeing such a grand occasion, he can't help feeling a little bit embarrassed: "The mountains and rivers don't say anything, stand for a thousand years, and tolerate everything. This is the real courage. I have thought about it for the past two days. People think they are just, and for their own sake Security does not allow the existence of different types, is it really a kind of narrowness? But life is like a fleeting moment, a hundred years is just a moment, maybe there is no time to think about too many issues clearly. "

The mountains, rivers, mountains, rivers and lakes are also Xiaoyan's favorite places to play: "Enze, those great truths have been told to us by Lao Tzu and Zhuangzi thousands of years ago. Compared with the vast history, we are just a grain of rice." Dust, bacteria don’t know the dark ages, and crickets don’t know the spring and autumn, how can we understand it in a short lifetime?”

Liang Enze looked back at the endless land of Liaodong, and it was true when he thought about it. People don't want to die or are afraid of death, maybe they are worried about falling into that unknown nothingness, so they cherish the preciousness in front of them. He felt deeply and said in a low voice : "All eyes are full of mountains and rivers, and thoughts are far away, and the season of falling flowers hurts spring even more."

Xiaoyan chuckled, and immediately interjected: "Is Enze trying to take pity on the person in front of me? Haha, I am really reluctant to leave the outstanding Baifeng Mountain, but it doesn't matter. There are many famous mountains in the world. If you are reluctant to leave me, we will go again this year." A trip to Helan Mountain?"

Liang Enze felt that Xiao Yan's effort in climbing up the pole was too high, so he said helplessly: "Private and official affairs have probably piled up into mountains, so how can I have time to travel around the mountains and rivers?"

Xiao Yan didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a playful smile, "Then go again next year."

The two of them were talking, when they suddenly saw the guard of the prison carriage flying over. It was only a few steps away, but the guard ran like a prince in a beacon show: "Lord Yue, Lord Liang, it's not good, the prisoner seems to be on the way." Don't get angry, you look like you're going to die!"

Xiaoyan immediately frowned: "What? Why are you going to die if you are fine? Take me to see it."

When we got to the prison car, sure enough, the Taoist priest in the cage was already lying in the car. Compared with the middle-aged woman a few days ago, she seemed to be graying at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant. Her hair was all white and began to fall out. The wrinkles on the face are like ravines, thousands of horizontal lines; the eyebrows are instantly lost; age spots are all over the face; it seems that the bones of the whole body have collapsed.

All in all, Yue Jiu summed it up brilliantly in one sentence: "Oh my god, you can't be like this at five hundred years old!"

One of the attendants who had been a quack doctor held his hand like a dead tree bark and cut his pulse, and said with a sad face, "My lords, your arms are too old and you can't feel the pulse."

A few people stared helplessly for a quarter of an hour, watching the immortal go away, leaving behind the unseemly fairy shell.

Liang Enze felt incredible: "Dead?"

Xiaoyan shook his head, and used all his brainpower to start thinking deeply: "How could such an expert die so easily, I don't think so."

Yue Jiu stroked the back of his head: "But the corpse is here."

Xiaoyan squeezed Shangen tightly: "Enze, Xiaojiu, you have all seen snakes and shrimps shed their skins, right? You just leave the skins, and then the main body ran away."

Yue Jiu shook his black eyes, and touched his slender chin with his thin paws: "It makes sense, you look like your body is crumbling."

Liang Enze felt that there was a gust of wind between the master and the servant, and he obviously meant to be uneasy and kind: "You two, do you have a way to find out the truth?"

Xiaoyan and Yue Jiu nodded at the same time. It looked like they had grown up together when they were young, and they had an extremely tacit understanding: "There is a way, dissect him!"

Simple and rude—you can tell if the golden cicada has escaped its shell by peeling the skin.