Campus belle's cultivation master

The sky is deep and there are no stars or moon. The dark night enveloped the whole village.

There was a kerosene lamp burning in the room, which fainted in the dark and reflected on Sang Jiu's weathered face, making him like a figure coming out of an oil painting.

He smoked in silence. After a long time, he said in a low voice: "these guys are not good. We have to find a way to get rid of them."

Sitting opposite sang Jiu were also five or six old men, all over seventy years old, who were respected elders in the stockade. Together, they are similar to the core leadership meeting, which is enough to determine the fate of the whole village.

"Banish? How can I get rid of him? " One of the elders puffed out a smoke ring and sighed, "these guys are so powerful that they are not easy to be provoked... We can't fight them. In my opinion... Bear it again."

As soon as the words came out, several other people started shouting:

"It can't be left to them to blow up the back mountain and disturb the mountain god. We are all going to suffer..."

"I don't know what they're up to. They've watched the back mountain and won't let us get close to it..."

"Well, if you really turn them out, do you want to refund them?"

Finally, this sentence clearly points out the core of the problem, and everyone falls into silence again.

The life in Shanzhai is very hard. When they are seriously ill, they have no money to cure them. The red ticket is in front of them, and no one is willing to give up. Even if the older people who are half buried in the Loess don't care about themselves, they should also think about keeping them for the younger generation.

Sang Jiu knew everyone's little calculation, but he was still stubborn: "anyway, we can't let this group fool around in our territory. Go and make it clear tomorrow, let them leave, and don't come back! "

The other elders looked at each other and hesitated.

Before they spoke, the door was pushed open. A strong young man came in wrapped in a gust of wind and gasped: "father Sangjiu, someone's coming again!"

Sang Jiu's body suddenly became stiff, and his face was ugly. "How many people?"

"One man, only one man!"

ten minutes later.

Sang Jiu and the villagers stood at the entrance of the stockade, squinting at the winding mountain road in the distance, with solemn expression.

Under the boundless night, an old horse slouched slowly, with something on its back. Behind the horse, a tall and thin figure followed slowly, like a homeless ghost.

It's strange that people follow the horse silently, just like the old horse has the right to decide this trip.

"Who is this man?" Sang Jiu turned his head and looked at the villagers behind him. Facing the same confused faces, he knew that it was white to ask.

It was only when this man got closer and closer that people began to see clearly. He immediately carried a strong sack. He didn't know what he was carrying. The guy behind the old horse was covered in a black robe, and his skin was not exposed.

The old horse came to the entrance of the stockade and stopped.

The man in black came over and rushed in, but he didn't regard the villagers as one thing until sang Jiu raised his arm and stopped the other party

"This is wutouzhai. Who are you looking for?"

The face of the man in black, hidden in the dark, can't really see.

As if he had just noticed these people, he twisted his head and said in a hoarse voice, "Wang Yuanlang."

Sang Jiu understood in a moment that this guy was with those reckless outsiders.

"They're in the back hill." Although the boss was not happy in his heart, he still mentioned the lantern and handed it to him. "It's dark. You can go there with the lantern and shine on the road."

"Thank you." The man in black nodded and put out his hand

Sang Jiu handed over the lantern with his hand. At the moment when the two sides were about to touch each other, he looked up with the light. But see that the other side's hand only white miserable bone shelf, unexpectedly not a bit of skin!

Dead bone!

"Ah Sang Jiu was startled and couldn't help screaming. His body swayed, his legs collapsed on the ground, and the lantern in his hand also fell over.

The villagers behind him didn't know, so they rushed to help him

"Father Sangjiu, what's the matter?"

"Are you all right?"

Sang Jiu's whole body trembled like an electric shock, his face was gray, and he glared at his round eyes: "you... Are you a human or a ghost?"

The black robed man hid the withered hand back into the fat sleeve and gave a funny laugh: "poor mortal, I am not a human or a ghost, I am the Supreme God, ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha

His hoarse and arrogant laughter reverberates under the dark sky, and is carried away by the night wind, which makes the villagers feel cold on their hands and feet and their backs.

There was a rush of footsteps from behind.

Wang Yuanlang led dozens of people to rush to the front, knelt down respectfully and clubbed the ground with his head

"Welcome! Wang Yuanlang, please forgive me for coming late! "

The man in black asked in a deep voice, "is it here?"

Wang Yuanlang's body was severely shocked, and he replied: "yes, with the help of Miyamoto Saito, we have found the door of eternity!"

"Good! Great The black robed man danced wildly, "you have made great achievements. When I achieve immortality, I will let you sit in the second chair in the door, below one person and above ten thousand people! Contribute ten thousand years to prosperity

"Thank you for your kindness!" Wang Yuanlang was overjoyed and kowtowed. "I'm willing to go through fire and water for the sect leader."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but look at the sack on the old horse's back. His eyes twinkled: "master, this is..."

"I got it." The man in Black said with a smile, waving the sleeve of the robe, "carry her over."

Wang Yuanlang's face changed and he hesitated: "master, do you really touch this?"

"Don't worry, she's a tiger with teeth pulled out. She's out of temper." The black robed man said and walked forward. Others spontaneously flashed to both sides to make way for him.

Wang Yuanlang got up from the ground and gave a wink to his subordinates. He immediately followed the steps of the man in black robe, with a modest face: "door master, please come this way."

Immediately, two more practitioners came forward, lifted sacks from their horses and followed them closely.

All the villagers in the stockade were so scared that they couldn't speak. They watched the group of people go in the direction of the back mountain, but suddenly they were shocked to feel that the sack on their shoulders trembled, as if something was struggling.

When you look at me and I look at you, you suddenly realize:

"Is this... A man?"