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Volume 13 The Taoist cuts the river with one sword!

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    In the tea pavilion, pedestrians drink tea separately.

    They were quite tired after traveling all the way, so they chatted with their companions during the break.

    But here, as the man surnamed Geng stood up, his companions were also shocked and looked over.

    Immediately, the atmosphere at these two tables was tense.

    "Hey, Taoist priest, the store is already full, I am sorry for you to wait a moment."

    But at this moment, the shopkeeper hurriedly replied while he was busy.

    Just heard the Taoist laughed and said: "You have to hurry up, the weather is hot, and the poor Taoist only drank a pot of tea, and it still hasn't quenched his thirst."

    From the beginning to the end, he didn't even look this way.

    The man surnamed Geng and his companion looked at each other, somehow heaved a sigh of relief.

    It doesn't seem to be directed at them.

    "Uncle Geng"

    "sit down."

    The man surnamed Geng stretched out his hand and gestured for his companion to sit down.

    "Uncle Geng, do you know him?"

    The young woman in the goose-yellow dress next to her suddenly asked softly.

    She also saw it. It was a young Taoist priest with a handsome appearance and a free and easy manner, which seemed eclectic.

    "Leaving in the morning, I met him three times on the road." Uncle Geng said in a deep voice.

    "Three times?" the woman in the goose yellow dress asked in surprise.

    "That's right, he was walking alone on the road, and every time the carriage passed him, he was on our way again soon." Uncle Geng frowned, and said in a low voice: "At first I thought he was old and dim-sighted, but we met again later, so he  I knew he was extraordinary, but I didn't expect him to be here as soon as we settled down."

    "Going in a carriage should be many times faster than walking on foot." The woman in the goose yellow skirt frowned.

    "That's right. I saw him walking very slowly on the official road. Logically speaking, with his footsteps, he might not be here at noon tomorrow." Uncle Geng said solemnly, "But he arrived at the tea pavilion earlier than us."

    "Could it be that they are coming for us?" Another warrior said in a low voice.

    "It's not like that. If it was really aimed at us, it should have been done." After finishing speaking, the martial artist surnamed Geng stretched out his hand to invite the shopkeeper again, and said: "I paid for the tea money of the Taoist priest."

    "Uncle Geng, why are you wasting so much money again?" The prostituted maid next to her whispered, feeling sorry for Yinliang.

    "Look at him, he doesn't have the slightest look of dust, but when we passed by earlier, the dust kicked up and stained his half body." The middle-aged man surnamed Geng took a sip of tea and said, "Such an expert may not be able to get along with him."  Let's care about it, but it's hard to guarantee that we won't feel bad, we can't be rude, and we paid him tea money, which is considered a loss of courtesy."

    "Uncle Geng did a good job." The woman in the light yellow dress said softly, "The left and right are just a pot of tea money, and they are only for popularity."

    And at the other end of the tea pavilion.

    Taoist Baoshou took a sip of tea and felt quite comfortable.

    The voice over there was extremely low, and he dared not speak loudly.

    However, Daoist Baoshou is a man of successful practice, even if he did not intend to eavesdrop, he could still hear these conversations.

    "It's an old world."

    Daoist Baoshou laughed, poured another cup and put it on his cuff.

    A black plush bear's head quietly protruded from the sleeve, he finished his tea, and smashed his mouth.

    "The Daoist Master Baoshou Baoshou said that real people in the realm of refining gods can't do bigu. In my opinion, they don't want to do bigu."

    "Why do you say that, you little guy who has not reached the Qi refining stage?"

    "If one day, I become the demon king of the god refining realm, I don't want to eat bigu, drink tea, eat meat, how beautiful is it?"

    "It makes sense."

    Taoist Priest Baoshou laughed, put down his teacup, and said, "It's true that a real person who refines the gods can't eat grains, not to mention whole grains, but medicines and spirits, you still have to eat"

    He stood up, put down the teapot, and walked forward.

    Little Bear was shocked, then overjoyed.

    Could it be that Taoist Baoshou, who has always been law-abiding, wants to drink Bawang tea today?

    If this continues, Taoist Master Baoshou will open his mind, and there will be no need to spend on food and drink in the future. After many years, won't he be able to save a fortune?

    "What are you thinking about?"

    Taoist Master Baoshou said indifferently: "Someone made an apology and got tea money."

    Xiao Xiong let out a sigh, feeling a little regretful, but when he remembered that someone had paid for the tea money, he immediately felt relieved.

    On the other side, the maid felt sorry for Yinliang.

    "Uncle GengUncle"

    The daughter of the Zhou family in the carriage looked pale.

    And the two maids in the car were also slightly trembling with fright.

    The atmosphere was silent, but the sound of the waves remained.

    In a situation of life and death.

    Suddenly, the sound of the waves stopped.

    The rushing river, the rumbling sound, seemed to be frozen in an instant.

    And there was a slight sound of footsteps, slowly coming.

    It seems very far away, but extremely clear.

    An invisible momentum enveloped the banks of the Yongyao River.

    Everyone felt that their bodies were frozen, as if they were stuck in a quagmire, making it difficult to move.

    However, as far as the eye can see, at the upper end of the big river, there is a figure.

    It was a slender figure, like strolling in a garden, walking on a stagnant river.

    The figure came slowly, becoming clearer and clearer.

    It was a young Taoist priest with a handsome face and a refined temperament.

    He holds a fly whisk in his hand and a long sword on his back.

    He walked to the middle of the river, and then glanced at everyone indifferently.

    His eyes passed over everyone, and only fell on the middle-aged man surnamed Geng.

    Then he was silent for a while, and then slowly opened his mouth.

    "Across the river?"

    ""

    An inexplicable sentence made everyone look at a loss.

    Geng Ji's heart was shocked, and he nodded strangely.

    "good."

    After the voice fell, the Taoist priest calmly drew his sword.

    Then he lightly swung his sword across the water.

    The river parted and broke in two.

    The sword energy of the real person is cut off!

    A Taoist cuts the river with one sword
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