Xu Zhihu stood up, bowed to Ye Qi, and said, "The traitors of the royal family have been made, and the husband's disciples are in danger. No matter what, it is the husband who owe the husband."

After saying that, Xu Zhihu bowed again and continued, "This prayer, Mr. Xie of Zhihu killed Han Shengxuan."

Ye Qi waved his hand and said, "You can send a message to Xu Xiao. Whether you owe it or not does not affect the remaining two things. As for Han Shengxuan, you don't have to thank him, it's just that simple as he wants to kill me and I killed him."

"Since you meet today, there is something to tell you."

Xu Zhihu sat upright opposite Ye Qi again, smiled gently and said, "Sir, please tell me."

Ye Qi said: "Your body is weak, and you are usually lazy to treat the wind and cold. Your life is almost gone, but you cannot die early."

Xu Zhihu was surprised at first, then lost, and bit his red lips and asked, "Is it because of him, the sir?"

Ye Qi nodded and said, "I promised that fellow Taoist Zhonglou will show him the Wudang, so there will be no more accidents in Wudang in the future. Hong Xixiang stayed at the Little Lotus Peak, looking at you with heartlessness, but in fact, it is a deep root of love. If you want to die early, he will not want to live."

"If he had deep love for me, how could he not ride a cow on the Little Lotus Peak all day long? Sir, don't joke." Xu Zhihu laughed at himself, and sighed after a long time of silence, saying, "Besides, Zhihu's body is clear. If he doesn't have to treat him for a long time, even if Qi Xuanzhen is alive, it will be difficult to save him."

Ye Qi shook his head and said, "Some things are just that he can't figure it out. He is so smart. He should figure it out after thinking about it for so many years. As for your life span, it's not difficult to have more than ten years."

Xu Zhihu smiled half lost and half expectantly, as if he had forgotten that Ye Qi was still in front of him.

Ye Qi stood up and pointed out. A drop of golden red blood merged into Xu Zhihu's forehead. There was a sudden thunder in the clear sky outside the sky, and a thunder that only three people could embrace each other hit the pleasure boat.

...

At the foot of a mountain in Longhu Mountain, several hawthorn trees are green, but next to the hawthorn tree is a pear tree full of silver flowers. It has been summer for a long time now, and I can't see green pears, and I don't have silver flowers. I think it's weird if I think about it.

A half-stone cave and half-stone prison was inside. Zhao Yousong held his chin and looked at the pear tree. He was scared to death after being led by a ghost Taoist priest in the sky. He was here. He stayed for almost ten days. Every two or three days, someone would send some dry food and water. In addition, there was no one else. He cried and shouted for help for a long time. Until several times he couldn't speak out, he accepted his fate.

Once a person accepts his fate, he doesn't feel scared, but sometimes he is still afraid, for example, after watching the pear tree for a long time, or when he thinks that the ghost Taoist might put it in a steamer to steam it when eating him. If it is fried, it will be even more terrifying.

"Oh, if you want to eat, eat as soon as possible. Is it fun to let people wait until they die?" Zhao Yousong shouted into the hole outside the stone prison.

As soon as he finished shouting, a face appeared outside the hole, with a yellow complexion and a flash of light in his eyes. After being so fierce, Zhao Yousong screamed in fear and ran behind him. Shi Lao was short and small. Without taking a few steps, his forehead hit the wall. A wave of Venus flew in his mind, and he cried with his head covering his head.

"It's really not human. I have been waiting for death for so long. Now I've sent another little ghost to scare people. I'll not spare you in the future."

Zhao Yousong cried and said, after he said that, he turned his head carefully to look behind him. The little ghost was still there and screamed in fright.

"I... am not a ghost." The people outside the Shizhuo should not be able to speak very much, so they just said a simple sentence.

Zhao Yousong covered his eyes and said, "You fart, if you weren't a ghost, how could you be here?"

"This is...Longhu Mountain, Master...I said... there are no ghosts, even if there are, I will...kill to death with one punch."

"Longhu Mountain?" Zhao Yousong had also heard of the reputation of Longhu Mountain in the border of Beiliang. It is said that the village chief's house was entangled by a little ghost two years ago. He was killed by a Taoist priest who claimed to be Longhu Mountain. He was shocked and questioned, and asked, "Are you sure you are not a ghost?"

"Master also... said that ghosts are afraid of sunshine."

Zhao Yousong rubbed the forehead that had just been knocked to death, and then he remembered that it was daytime now. When he turned his head to look, he found that the little ghost had a shadow and was completely relieved.

"Which person are you?"

The boy outside the Shizhuo thought for a while and said, "My brother's name is Xu Fengnian."

"Xu Fengnian? I haven't heard of it."

"Who are you?"

Zhao Yousong said with a sad look on his face: "My name is Zhao Yousong. I was caught by an evil ghost here. Maybe I will be eaten in a few days."

"Ah?" The boy outside the Shizhu said with a look of pity, "You are so pitiful."

Zhao Yousong sighed and said, "Who said no?"

"Do you want to be eaten?" The boy probably said several more words, and his voice gradually became clear.

Zhao Yousong shook his head and said, "Is this really a question? Who wants to be eaten?"

The boy said, "Then I'll let you out."

"Who are you lying to? If you..."

Before Zhao Yousong finished speaking, he saw the young man with a yellow face waving his fist and hitting the stone prison. Then there was a swaying movement of caves and rocks flying around. The gate of the stone prison that had trapped him for several days was broken into several pieces.

"You are so awesome!" Zhao Yousong said in a daze.

But the young man clapped his hands, kicked a stone under his feet, and said, "It's just a few stones. I mean, there is a black tiger in the mountains. It's a little taller than a horse. I just want to fight it, but the master doesn't let it."

Zhao Yousong's childlike character was impressed by the young man's force just after being rescued, and said, "That black tiger probably became a sperm, but you are about the same."

...

There is a small boat in the valley outside the stone prison. There is an old Taoist on the boat. The old Taoist usually lives in Longhu Mountain, a ruined temple with a pale dress that is not very popular. The Taoist clothes are washed white and white, and the Taoist dresses can be seen everywhere in Longhu Mountain are two extremes. But when it comes to his identity, his seniority is like Zhao Danxia, ​​the head of Longhu Mountain today, who is more senior than the current Longhu Mountain master, but he is used to being low-key. The Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain only know his existence and may not be able to recognize him when they meet.

"Zhao Huangchao died, it was nothing more than the emperor's grandfather. What kind of energy do you get along with? Longhu is still profound. The withering lotus of luck does not mean that it cannot grow again. If you want to cause trouble, this butt will still have to be wiped out by the old Taoist.

But that child was also interesting. In addition to his grand fortune, Huang Man'er, who usually doesn't speak, could have so much to say when he sees him, which is interesting."
Chapter completed!