The indescribable Taoist Lord

The servants in the literary courtyard were so envious of Xiao Wu that they thought it was a piece of cake falling from the sky.

Being arranged to follow Mr. Zhang who had not been admitted to the hospital for a long time, he originally had no money to gain, but unexpectedly, once he became enlightened, Xiao Wu also picked up a chicken and a dog for nothing.

Tahaotian is a place where immortals live, and the handymen there are naturally superior to others. It is not surprising that they are favored by the monks, and they will earn a lot of money and live a long life in their later years.

"I had known that the young master would be an outstanding one. As the slang goes, a unicorn will dominate the beasts and become the king without fighting. No, as soon as he entered the spiritual practice, he would be favored by the master of Zhenyuan. He would have a bright future and become a blockbuster. .”

Xiao Wu smiled flatteringly and said a few words in a polite tone, with a lot of flattery in his words.

For others, it would be the time when the spring breeze was triumphant, and no matter how young and mature they were, they would still be excited. However, Zhang Qinghe could only put on a fake smile to deal with it.

He himself didn't think this was something to be happy about.

It can be seen that living in this world, it is not enough just to be able to flatter others, but also to know how to observe words and emotions.

"Have a rest, it's getting late, let's get some dry food to satisfy our hunger."

Seeing that Zhang Qinghe had no reaction, Xiao Wu smiled dryly and prepared to go to the kitchen, but was stopped by him.

"Okay, then I will light the lamp. It will be more convenient for you, Master, to read at night or sleep in bed."

Zhang Qinghe nodded and went to the study by himself.

In addition to wooden tables and chairs, there are only half a cabinet of books left by predecessors in the study, mostly related to literature, classics, history and miscellaneous books.

The previous owner of this house should have been a typical Chang'an School student. After being born and practicing, he never forgot to pay attention to the political leaders of the country.

Zhang Qinghe rubbed his temples and sat down, sorting out everything that happened in time.

“I’m facing two problems right now.

First, there are big problems in this world. My method is very different from others, but it is inevitable that I will be exposed to great risks. Should I continue to practice it?

The second is, who wants to kill me, and how can I find this person? "

However, the first question about practice does not seem to be so urgent. Now that we have come to this weird world, many times, we often have to decide whether to practice or not.

But after all, Zhang Qinghe was just an ordinary student before time travel. Not to mention knowledgeable and sophisticated, he couldn't even be called a good person or a good dancer. Until the broken spiritual stone in the spiritual lamp was more than half burned, he didn't have the slightest clue. Instead, he kept tense. My nerves were under a heavy burden, and fatigue surged into my heart, which made me feel a little fuzzy.

However, a gust of wind with a strange coolness blew down several rolls of rice paper, which suddenly made Zhang Qinghe shiver and feel a chill.

Practitioners have sharp ears and eyes. Although Zhang Qinghe has not yet learned the method of protecting the Tao, the physical body of the second-level Taoist master is ten times stronger than that of an ordinary general.

His ears moved, and he heard a few faint sounds of gold and iron coming from outside the courtyard, which was particularly harsh.

"挲挲..."

"挲挲..."

"挲挲..."

This kind of fine friction sound was amplified by the spiritual sense and hit Zhang Qinghe's heart little by little, giving him an inexplicable and obscure sense of sluggishness. He even thought of the monsters under his spiritual vision during the day.

For a moment, I clutched my chest to calm down.

Is there something sharpening the knife?

who is it? !

Apart from myself and Xiao Wu, there should be no one suitable for several miles around. Could it be Xiao Wu?

Hearing the sound, the thing was obviously outside the hospital. Zhang Qinghe didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He suppressed his fear and tiptoed out of the house.

The light in Xiao Wu's room was on, but the door was wide open and there was no one inside. Zhang Qinghe felt a little relieved. There was no doubt that the knife sharpener was Xiao Wu. Regardless of whether he had malicious intentions or not, at least he did not have to face the fear of the unknown.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Qinghe jumped over the courtyard wall from the backyard, then walked around to the eaves corner of the front yard, using the blind spot to take a closer look with the astonishing eyesight of a practitioner.

It is undoubtedly Xiao Wu.

He squatted beside the bluestone at the entrance of the courtyard, sharpening a broken knife meticulously. While sharpening, he grinned a cruel smile at the corner of his mouth and sang a play with unknown meaning.

"This sweetheart, boiled in oil, fried, stirred in mud and blood, will be praised by the gods in heaven. It's not the taste of human beings..."

The melody is very weird, but extremely chilling.

Zhang Qinghe couldn't help but take a step back in fear, but accidentally stepped on a dead tree.

"who?!"

Xiao Wu raised his head warily, with a ferocious look on his face. He immediately put on his iconic, philistine smile and walked slowly towards the source of the sound.

"Is it the young master? You are exposed late at night. The young master has recovered from his illness soon, so it is better not to hang out outside. I know that the young master studies hard at night, so I specially sharpened this dull knife. I plan to chop three ounces of meat dumplings and make porridge as a midnight snack. To warm you up.”

"Sir, where are you?"

"Sir, could you please answer Xiao Wu?"

"Sir, it's not peaceful on the mountain at night. Please follow me back to the house early."

"Master, please don't be naughty."

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…

Seeing that his calling was in vain, Xiao Wu gradually lowered his head and then suddenly raised it.

"Sir, if you don't answer..."

Xiaowu's behavior became more and more impatient.

"Xiao Wu... Where can I find meat dumplings?"

"Sir, please come out!"

By the end, Xiao Wu's vocals were actually distorted, like they were roaring together with something.

Zhang Qinghe couldn't think about it anymore. He jumped back into the courtyard, jumped out of the front yard, and ran wildly on the mountain road.

If a big problem arises, if Taihao Tiantian is surrounded by pure air and a gathering of virtuous monks, someone should have come to deal with it properly.

There are only two possibilities for the lack of interest. Taihaotian cannot be trusted, or Xiao Wu has the ability to block Da Xiu's induction.

None of them are something he can handle now, so he has no choice but to escape.

In the process of escaping, he didn't care about so much, so he could only turn on his spiritual vision desperately. The spiritual energy floating between heaven and earth poured into Zhang Qinghe's body crazily with the emergence of enlightenment state, leaving him with almost no consumption.

"This is……"

Zhang Qinghe became more and more frightened as he ran.

——Tahaotian in the spiritual vision at this moment is completely different from the daytime one. The earth and rocks are bonded with unknown fishy blood. The ground is densely covered with squirming blood vessels, as if you are on the flesh and blood of some kind of living creature. There is also a sticky feeling when you step on it. The peaks are soft and waxy, and they are still wet. Densely covered suckers with sharp teeth.

Zhang Qinghe almost vomited, his mind filled with incomprehensible chanting sounds.

He finally stopped and didn't want to run away.

Because there was already a madman holding a broken knife standing in front of him.

"Sir, you run too fast. I can hardly catch up with Xiao Wu."

Xiao Wu's flattering smile still hung on his face, but his eyes were completely black, and his skin was so white that he didn't look like a living person.

However, Zhang Qinghe's eyes were full of disbelief - Xiao Wu, even now, is the most normal cultivator he has seen since he came to this world.

The only thing that was abnormal was the knife.

The broken knife was naturally covered with penetrating eyeballs, and a few tendrils of flesh clung to Xiao Wu's arm like vines, piercing into it, and seemed to absorb the man's blood as they expanded and contracted.

"Sir, it's time to meet the three Heavenly Lords. Xiao Wu will give you a ride."

A bolt of drought lightning flashed and shone on Xiao Wu's pale face. When the word "Tianzun" was heard, the tentacles and claws of Tahaotian seemed to come alive and squirmed violently.

Thank you Badaba, 1507, 1605, there are raptors in the mountains, Senluo is on strike, I have nothing to do to find food, a big recommendation vote, I didn’t expect that such a young book would be paid attention to, Xiaoji is really flattered...