Don't fall in love with a pig killer!

However, Aunt Shi in the Cangshan School is after all "the king has a heart, and the goddess has no dreams".After about a quarter of an hour, a young servant sent by Cangshan whispered something in the head monk's ear. The monk's face turned cold, but the corner of his mouth still had a smile on his face, and he said loudly: "This friendship ends here. Follow Elder Xu Qingming, go back and pack your luggage, you will be a member of the same sect in the future!"

After finishing his speech, he bowed briefly to the statue of the Wuling Immortal Lord, and then left with all his disciples. It seemed that there was something going on in the sect, and the group of people was in a hurry.

Shitou looked at it with a smile, as if he had discovered something interesting, stared at the Cangshan monk with eyes swollen like fish bubbles, and then looked at the group of boys and girls he took away, rubbing his chin and laughing There was a sound.

He was just smiling, and suddenly, there was a rustling sound from above his head.

The upper eyelids brightened, and a gust of warm spring peach blossom Wuling wind blew in, Shitou's face turned yellow, he quickly closed his mouth, tilted his head, and buried himself in a pair of desperate mandarin ducks in the arms of the dead body next to him.

"Shh-"

There was someone talking with a childish voice above, and the voices were two children.

"Brother Long, are you sure we are hiding, hiding here?" The younger child stuttered, "Isn't this the escort car of Uncle Xu's family?"

"No." Brother Long said, the voice was probably an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, with a bold tone, "Uncle Xu and my father are very close, when they go out drinking together, I will report to him again! "

"Then, shall we use this 'Dengxian Powder' here?" The child's feet were still trembling on the coffin board, and his voice was timid, "Long, Brother Long, is this thing really useful?"

"Whatever it is, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor..." Brother Long's voice was not as sharp as before, "I can't help it, Daoist Wang has figured out that I should have a fairy fate today. If it doesn't come to me, it must be that Xu Qingming's brain has gone wrong, and I've got it wrong!"

"I also think," Xiao stammered while complimenting Brother Long, his words flowed quite a bit, "Wang Daochang is also a descendant of a famous mountain. After touching you for a long time and saying that you have excellent bones, it must be something wrong with Xu Qingming's brain." .”

Stone listened inside and couldn't help but sneered.

"What noise!" Brother Long shouted.

Stone hurriedly covered his mouth.

Xiao stammered and shouted tremblingly: "Long, Brother Long, there seems to be something under this cloth..."

Brother Long hurriedly pulled him back a little, and pulled away the cloth covering the top of the coffin, revealing this mahogany coffin, and the two children gasped at the same time.

"Brother Longlonglonglonglonglong..."

"The Immortal of Wuling has arrived—"

The two voices sounded almost at the same time, Brother Long said "Ah!", the two children were in a hurry, as if they were looking for shelter, the stone clicked their teeth, and pinched their own throats to prevent them from breathing.

"Quick!" Long Ge had an idea, lowered his voice and said in a breathy voice, "Xiao Ning, hide in the coffin!"

Xiao Ning: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Brother Long ignored him, lifted the lid of the coffin, and pushed the child in. Shi Shi felt a heavy weight on his waist with a bang, and almost knocked out his eyeballs.Before he had time to press his eyeballs, Brother Long followed Xiao Ning into the coffin and squeezed his tongue out together.

Three people and one corpse were immediately stuffed into the narrow coffin. Xiao Ning's white and tender face was facing the stone, and the child was so frightened that he screamed, "Ghost! There is a ghost!"

Brother Long turned his head to look, and saw the dirty beggar pinching his throat with both hands, sticking out his tongue with rounded eyes, he really looked like the hanged ghost, and he was quite frightened, so he reluctantly said: "What are you afraid of... I want to be a fairy..."

"Hurry up... hurry up like a law!" Xiao Ning ignored him, and just yelled to herself, taking out a white powder and sprinkled it on the stone while shouting, "Hurry up like a law! Hurry up like a law! The demons and ghosts are scattered!" !"

"You're crazy!" Brother Long grabbed his arm, "This is our 'Dengxian Powder'!"

"Hahahahahaha..." Before he finished speaking, the "Hanged Ghost" in front of him laughed loudly, "You two are interesting—where did you buy the 'Dengxian powder'? You plan to use it to cheat in the spiritual root test?"

Brother Long: "..." Teeth kept clinking.

Xiao Ning: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-"

Before he could cry, the "Hanged Ghost" covered his mouth: "Shhh, don't make such a big noise. The Wuling sect monks are here, and the leader is a scholar who looks like a folding fan. See, it's Wuling Sanfeng Ten Cen Qihe, the master of the upper peak of the Six Caves, has weight in the entire Taoist sect - let him see your cheating, I am afraid that you will never have the chance to practice in this life, so you have to be a beggar with me and drink the northwest wind Big stick!"

Brother Long held his breath in his throat, and his little face turned into a pig's liver color. This time he calmed down a little: "Who are you! You are hiding in a coffin anyway."

Shitou let out a hey hey, and said awkwardly: "I, the old lover of Wuling Immortal Lord, I'm hiding from a debt of love..."

Xiao Ning rolled her eyes: "This argument...you are that stinking butcher in the village!"

Stone:"……"

Shitou said: "How do you teach the children in the poor village? They have no respect for their elders, and they all arrest and spank their butts!"

The two children showed contemptuous expressions together.

Brother Long came back to it after a while: "Butcher, how do you know about Cen Qihe?"

Shi Shi smiled and said, "I didn't say that, I am the lover of the ancestor of Wuling."

Brother Long pursed his lips, obviously not believing it, but he didn't argue, and said smoothly, "Then...Brother Lover, let's discuss, what I said to Xiao Ning just now..."

Shitou smiled and pointed to his ears, making a gesture of plugging his ears.

Brother Long nodded repeatedly.

Shigulu rolled his eyes, spread his hands, and twirled his thumb quickly on his middle finger.

Brother Long was taken aback for a moment, and immediately changed his face: "Do you still want to benefit?"

The stone smacked his lips, and pointed to the hole he poked just now. Brother Long leaned over to take a look, and was startled when he saw it—the golden fan scholar standing within three meters was not the leader of the Wuling School, Cen Qihe!

Brother Long twisted his face: "Brother Shitou, you also saw that I... I don't have much money..."

"Hmph," Shitou smiled, and raised his voice to learn, "'Uncle Xu and my father are very close, when they go out drinking together, I will report to him again!'"

Brother Long: "Well, I'm not sure about this..."

Before the words finished, Xiao Ning suddenly interjected: "Brother Shitou, I'm going to call out Peak Master Cen now, are you afraid?"

Shi Shi was dumbfounded: "...ah, this..."

Brother Long suddenly came to his senses: "My good fellow, I'll call out Yan Chi again—uh..."

Xiao Ning covered Brother Long's mouth, and said anxiously: "Brother Long, we can't call the immortal's name directly!"

Brother Long quickly shut his mouth, staring at the stone with a pair of tiger eyes.

Shitou said awkwardly: "Let's discuss, you don't say anything, I don't say anything, you two test your spiritual roots, and I go to my Penglai Island."

Brother Long hit the snake with the stick: "Wait, and, you'd better find a way to get us out quietly and hide here, who will test our spiritual roots?"

Shitou yelled: "You're still relying on me for coming! Cen Qihe just stays here and won't leave, can I still make a big difference and get you out?"

Brother Long just ignored him, pretending to call someone.

Shi Shi hurriedly said: "Stop, stop, I have a solution!"

Xiao Ning tugged at Brother Long's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Brother Long, this is a stinking butcher, what can I do?"

Shi Shi couldn't bear the excitement, he snorted coldly, suddenly opened his palm towards the hole, quickly made a tactic, and called out "Come on!"

"What are you doing with your orchid fingers..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a flash of light before his eyes, and a colorful and exquisite jade pendant appeared in his hand.

The two children were dumbfounded: "This...this is..."

Shi Shi turned his hand with a smile, and the word "Cen" was engraved on the back of the jade pendant. It was actually something hanging from Cen Qihe's waist. Looking through the small hole, he saw that the master of Peak Cen was talking with the host of the Tianshen Temple. Sleep.

"What kind of ability is this..." Xiao Ning said blankly, "Could it be that you stole it before?"

Seeing that the two children didn't believe it, Shitou pouted his lips, and said, "Come on."

This time the palm was actually the folding fan in the sleeve of Cen Feng, the fan pendant with the word "Wu" printed on it was twirling, knocking on the coffin, tinkling.

Brother Long: "...Smelly beggar, you, don't fool me, Liu Erniu bought a fake fan, right?"

Shitou was furious, pressing down on the child's head, his eyes were facing the small hole: "Grandpa, let me see carefully!"

Brother Long subconsciously opened his eyes wide, his eyes fixed on Cen Qihe's body motionlessly.

Shi Shi clasped his hands, and lightly pinched the four-finger tactic, the putty on his fingers shook off, and his finger pads were as white as the tips of jade green onions. Before he noticed it, he rebuked loudly: "Come on!"

There was no wind in the courtyard, and everything was silent. Cen Qihe was wearing a scholar's bun, and reached out to touch the folding fan in his sleeve, but found nothing. He frowned slightly, looked around, and saw that everyone looked at him with respect and surprise. with him.

"Ah... ah..." Long Ge looked at the hair scarf jade hairpin that appeared out of thin air in his hand, with a few strands of black hair interspersed with the blue silk.

Through the small hole, one could see Cen Qihe lightly touching the topknot of his head following the gazes of the crowd, and the unsupported black hair instantly fell apart and fell down, covering his shoulders with blue silk.