Old Gong always wants to feed me fat

"you are too slow."

Luo Xingchuan's wide hem brushed the floor without any wind.There was a round water mirror floating beside him, and Ming Ru's face in the mirror was not very good-looking: "Zhao Wuya and the others entered the snowy field and Tianya, Cangdou Mountain and his gang have disappeared so far, it is difficult to determine where they went. Why is Lord Luo Que in such a hurry? Give me some time, and I will always catch them all."

"It's not that I'm in a hurry, it's that the world is in a hurry." Luo Xingchuan said lightly, and waved his hand to knock out the water mirror. Mingru's panic turned into shattered mist, and Luo Xingchuan sighed.Go to the deepest part of the secret passage.

The torches on both sides of the stone gate automatically lit up, and the guard embedded in the gate opened his mouth and yawned: "Master Que."

Luo Xingchuan said: "I will stay for a long time, maybe three days, maybe half a month."

"Are you going to use the power of the artifact?" The guard's breath was long and deep, like the oldest bell in Dongkang Palace.

"You just open it."

"Hey!" The guardian snorted, his half-open mouth opened wider and wider, and there was a sound like a tearing muscle. Its two jaws were pulled apart and expanded to the limit, and the opened mouth was enough to pass a person. walk into.

When Luo Xingchuan walked in, the guard's mouth suddenly closed, and he muttered, "It really hurts."

More than 100 years ago, Mi Zuo sneaked into the treasure house and forcibly tore off a page from the scroll. Since then, Chaotianque has changed the storage location of the artifact.

They transferred the artifact to Pixiu's stomach, it was absolutely safe here, and Pixiu was very happy.

A simple stone platform with scrolls placed on it is very quiet.

Luo Xingchuan cut his wrist, and dripped blood on the scroll. Every drop of blood was full of pure spiritual power. The cover of the scroll was stained with blood, which slowly seeped into it. A certain breath came alive, baring its teeth and claws.

Luo Xingchuan put his hand on the sky scroll, his consciousness sank, and the three thousand roads evolved by the sky scroll rushed into his sea of ​​consciousness, expanding rapidly and continuously splitting.Enduring the severe pain, he "released" the aura of Dao, and Pai Yao immediately felt a pain in his stomach.

Along the avenue, look for the place where the heavenly scrolls echo each other.There are thousands of ways, and it would take quite a long time to grope with his strength. Pixiu's stomach hurts more and more, and he growled impatiently.The ground above the secret passage trembled endlessly.

Luo Xingchuan seemed to be walking in the vast sea of ​​stars, the aura of Tianjuan was vague, like a thread undulating in the sea of ​​stars, he searched hard along the thread, and finally caught a little clue.

He saw a patch of green.

Taking a closer look, it was a wet bamboo forest, and the bamboo forest was covered with fog, which blocked his further perception, and he couldn't see more.

Undoubtedly, it was Xinjuan, but the strange thing was that Xinjuan was echoing Tianjuan, but also intentionally concealed himself. This bamboo sea was vast and foggy, so he couldn't determine the exact location.

There are many large bamboo forests in Zhongzhou.There are more than a dozen towns known as "Bamboo Sea" just because of their reputation.

The artifact has a spirit, stronger than Luo Xingchuan. If he wants to use the power of Tianjuan, he has to offer enough sacrifices. Then what did the other party offer to make Xinjuan take the initiative to hide his whereabouts?

He gathered his strength again, trying to break through the fog to find out the situation, but the fog suddenly changed, and a hundred-foot-tall giant was condensed, holding a giant hammer and swinging at him, Luo Xingchuan felt the fear of impending death for the first time: the The sledgehammer has absolute power, smashing his soul who was peeping at the artifact along the causal line to pieces!

He retreated in an instant, the attack of the giant hammer missed, the aftermath shook away and hit him fiercely, Luo Xingchuan woke up immediately, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was cool on his chest, his clothes were torn into strips, the whole secret room wriggled suddenly, squeezed and produced a gust of air, pushing him towards Pixiu's mouth.

Pixiu "vomited" him out.

"You hurt me." Pixiu was very upset, it had a severe stomachache.

Blood slowly oozes from the wall of the secret room, trickling back to the stone platform, climbing up, and dipping into the sky scroll.

The blood of the mythical beast Pixiu is as delicious as the blood of Tongtian Daxiu.

In the bamboo sea.

Weisheng dug a hole, buried a beggar chicken wrapped in bamboo leaves under the charcoal, put two rice in bamboo tubes in the charcoal, put a pot on it, and stewed bamboo shoots and roasted meat.

Cang Doushan was reading the heart scroll. In his lifetime, he read more than 170 pages. In this life, he thought he could only turn to a dozen pages. In fact, he easily saw the place he had read before, and moved forward three pages.

This made him realize that if he wanted to see the full page of the artifact, it was one thing to have sufficient realm strength, but there were other factors to consider.

what is itFaith or Faith?

He couldn't figure it out.

Weisheng squatted on the ground and carefully turned the rice in the bamboo tube, for fear that it would burn.He made this for the first time, and the cooking time was unspecified, so he took it out when he thought it was almost done, pried open the bamboo shell after blowing it cool, pierced it with a chopstick, and he knew it was not good: "I'll go if the sandwich is raw."

"Are you okay? Just add some water and simmer."

Weisheng held the bamboo tube and felt a bit sad: "It won't taste good if you add more water." He sighed and threw the bamboo tube away, and went to plan the beggar chicken under the coals. Ye Xiang.Weisheng smiled happily, smashed open the mud shell, and peeled off the bamboo leaves layer by layer: "Come here to eat the young master, do you want chicken legs or chicken wings?"

"Chicken wings." Cangdou Mountain didn't raise its head, "It's braised pork with bamboo shoots."

Weisheng took a look at the pot and felt that it was still a little short: "Simmer for a while, and soften the bamboo shoots."

"The tender bamboo shoots are soft enough." Cang Doushan closed the book, rubbed his sore eyes, and Weisheng played tricks: tossed the chicken into the air, swiped the Doosan knife a few times, and divided the chicken into eight large pieces, The first chicken neck, chicken wings, and two breasts of chicken legs, he shouted: "Do you think my cuts are not bad?"

"The first thing the knife has to do is to beat you up, and then find a new master." Cang Doushan hummed, "At least it's a murder knife, you use it to chop chicken nuggets."

Weisheng was complacent: "It doesn't matter if it's a murder knife or a kitchen knife, a knife that can cut meat is a good knife."

"It's just nonsense." Cang Doushan picked up a chicken wing, the skin was roasted crispy, with a very special smell of grass and trees, and the taste was good, but it was a pity that there was no food to swallow.

Weisheng waited for the stewed meat with bamboo shoots. After stewing for a while, he opened the pot and said, "Okay!" He happily put it on a plate, picked up a chopstick of bamboo shoots, and said, "Delicious!" Then picked up another chopstick of meat: "Delicious!" !", the third chopsticks and bamboo shoots were held to Cang Doushan: "Eat it?"

Cangdoushan ate it and was a little disgusted: "There's too much soy sauce, it's too salty."

Weisheng tasted it himself again: "Ah, it seems that there are too many. It's okay, as long as it tastes good." One chopsticks of meat and one chopsticks of bamboo shoots, from time to time feed Cangdoushan two mouthfuls, feeling very happy.

Cang Doushan gnawed off two chicken wings and didn't touch them again. He just relied on Weisheng to feed him. He devoted himself to reading books and comprehending the Dao.

Fog gradually began to form in the bamboo sea.

It was getting heavier and heavier, and Cangdoushan raised his head and felt that something was wrong: "Why is it suddenly foggy in broad daylight?"

Weisheng was very concerned, looked around, but didn't feel any threat: "The mountain, of course it's foggy, it's normal."

"It's not high here." Cang Doushan felt uneasy, and put away his scroll, "Let's go. Don't eat."

Weisheng has eaten meat, but he still feels a bit reluctant: "It's such a big pot."

"In the future, there will be more meat to eat." Cang Doushan urged repeatedly, and Weisheng reluctantly threw the rest on the ground and took the pot away.

The mist was unusual.

This bamboo sea is the largest bamboo sea in the southeast of Zhongzhou. It stretches for three thousand miles.Cangdou Mountain walked quickly, and the wind was rustling.

The mist stirred violently, and the gaze cast from the sky instinctively made Cangdoushan shudder, his chest suddenly ached, as if a steel knife had stabbed in and smashed his internal organs, before he could react in time, his dantian spirit sea was instantly emptied , he fell headfirst.

Weisheng was taken aback, grabbed him in time, hugged him to the ground, pinched him in panic, and tapped his temple: "Young master, don't scare me, what's wrong with you?"

Cangdoushan was dizzy and couldn't breathe for a long time: "You...you don't talk." Let me be quiet.

Weisheng let him rest on his lap, pressed his hand to inject spiritual power, temporarily filling the gap in his spiritual sea, Candoushan's consciousness gradually cleared up, and he found that his heart was scorching hot.

He pointed to the pain in his chest and said, "Well...take out the artifact."

"Oh!" Weisheng reached into his clothes and fumbled for a while, found a pendant, pulled it out, a ring-shaped white jade Bodhi: "Is it this?"

Cang Doushan nodded with difficulty, Weisheng simply and rudely broke the rope, and pinched Bodhi in his hand: It's really hot.The heart was hot inside, causing a sharp pain in Wei Wei's palm.

Away from Xinjuan, Cangdoushan gradually slowed down, regained his strength and hurried on his way, away from the bamboo sea.Toss the copper plate and go east.

Going east is Wenjin County.

Cangdoushan hesitated, and looked at Weisheng: "Will you go?"

Weisheng said: "God's will, of course I will go."

After more than a year in Wenjin County, the large pieces of broken bricks and tiles on the border have disappeared. From a distance, there are only row upon row of houses, and there are quite a lot of people. It’s just that the dialect they use when they talk is that they are all from other places. Come on, I seldom heard the soft tone of Wenjin County before.

"The locals are all dead?"

"Impossible, probably not coming back."

Cang Doushan suggested: "How about we go and see Yang Zhibai?"

Weisheng shook his head: "He is a senior official of the imperial court now, and his ass must be sitting on the court's side. If you go, you will fall into the trap of yourself. Don't worry, the news is not bad."

The two found a pastry shop. The pastry shop in Wenjin County sold both pastry and wine, as well as seats.The two of them sat together at the table familiarly, listening to the uncles waving their fans and talking nonsense, intentionally or unintentionally, they attracted the current prefect. It was like a firecracker was lit all of a sudden. It's bloody, and the more Candou Mountain listens, the more unpleasant it becomes.

At the beginning when they rented together, Yang Zhibai seemed to be a person with ideals and abilities, but when he came to the place, his buttocks were crooked.It is true that people's hearts are changeable, and it is hard to be a good official.

After the elders and uncles scolded the prefect, someone sighed: "Hey, it would be great if the original prefect was still alive, but it's a pity that he died early."

Cang Doushan's heart skipped a beat, and he pretended to be stupid: "Which prefect Yang?"

"Yang Zhibai," said the old man waving his fan, "he died after working for more than half a year. The son of a rich and powerful man was replaced. The policy that came down is really bad!"

Everyone was amazed.

Cang Doushan's heart was beating wildly, with a gentle smile on his face, he said something else easily, and left the forum by chance.

His heart was sore.

After more than half a year, he died.

It also happened to be the time when Le Zhengying complained to him that Yang Zhibai's letters had been cut off.

He was already dead.