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Chapter 3 Crossing the Same Boat

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    His sentence was a bit abrupt, and Bai Xiuxin's master and servant were obviously restrained.

    "The official praised"

    The master and servant shrank back, looking a little uncomfortable.

    Seeing this, Wang Shi wanted to ask more questions, but Gu Cheng interrupted: "Don't blame my lady, my friend is just not good at talking, but there is no malice, please forgive me."

    In fact, compared to Wang Shi and Gu Cheng's mood swings, it's not because the two girls look pretty and have any other thoughts, it's just that the lady's surname is Bai, and she has a maidservant in Tsing Yi beside her  Xu Xuan followed him He inevitably thought a little bit more.

    Even though there are some differences, this scene is really familiar.

    This has to be thought-provoking.

    After all, he is living a new life!

    Even things like time travel have happened, what else can't happen, this world has really become a world where ghosts and monsters may exist, so what is impossible?

    However, he also knew that this was not the time to think about these things, and Wang Shi's actions were somewhat abrupt, which would inevitably disturb the other party.

    "It's all right haven't you asked the officials about Gao's surname?"

    Bai Xiuxin forced a smile, partly because of the influence of Wang Shi's words.

    Regarding this, Gu Cheng couldn't explain it anymore, so he could only say: "I'm Gu Cheng, the cursive characters are Qingyuan."

    Xu Xuan also said: "Xuan Xuan from the lower level, the Chinese characters are clumsy."

    After some introduction, although there is still a bit of embarrassment, the atmosphere in the cabin has eased a lot.

    Just as he was talking, the boat had already passed the lonely mountain. Gu Cheng suddenly heard a crisp cymbal sound in a trance, and he was curious, so he asked: "Did you hear any sound? It seems that there is a cymbal sound  ?¡±

    Hearing this, Wang Shi regained his composure. Wang Shi, who was thinking about how to strike up a conversation, and Xu Xuan, who couldn't help but peek at Bai Xiuxin's master and servant, shook their heads.

    Wang Shi probably felt a little ashamed just now, although his heart was agitated, he remained silent.

    Xu Xuan was very familiar with the West Lake. After thinking for a while, he said, "Maybe it's the voice of Baoshu Pagoda. The West Lake is vast, so it may be heard a little farther away."

    Gu Cheng thought about it, nodded his head, but unexpectedly found that there seemed to be something wrong with the face of the white lady opposite him, and he changed his mind and was about to ask a question.

    But seeing the white lady's complexion turned pale and her body trembled

    "Tsk tsk, Jiuqiaoxin? It's really cheap, poor Daoist, I should be the one to rejoice in Heshan Daohe!"

    In the Crane Pavilion on Gushan, a slovenly Taoist was lying on a stone bench, shaking his head.

    The Taoist is dressed in a black linen Taoist robe, with black cloth shoes on his feet, a messy bun, gray beard and hair, and a thin body and face. There is no trace of immortality, but he looks like an old beggar.

    The Taoist is lying on the stool, covered with a black streamer, very simple and simple, there are no words, and there is nothing weird about it.

    His tone of voice is not like a Taoist, it is very vulgar.

    Lao Daoben was lying lazily, with his legs crossed, suddenly his nose twitched, he smelled something, suddenly, he stood up from the stone bench, it was really strange.

    "Wang Daoling, you toad, you dare to stroke your grandfather Zhao's beard without heeding your lesson? Huh?"

    The old Taoist stood up the black banner on the ground, stroked the long gray beard under his chin with his left hand, and squinted his old cloudy eyes, which rarely showed any momentum.

    "Jie Jie Jie!"

    "Old man Zhao Jiu! You stole the Qianyuan bone-changing pill that Pindao worked so hard to cultivate, and also wiped out Pindao's 30-year cultivation base. Today I will ask you to pay the debt!"

    Outside the pavilion, the voice of a dilapidated middle-aged man sounded, and there was anger and resentment in his words, as well as complacency, but they were full of emotions.

    However, as soon as the man's voice fell, Zhao Jiulaodao smiled, but there was no fluctuation at all. In the fluttering sleeves, there was a black thread of mist that seemed to be nothing, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

    disappeared.

    "Six Black Cables!"

    In an instant, an exclamation sounded from outside the pavilion.

    Accompanied by the sound of 'Zi Zi', a fat voice suddenly revealed its whereabouts outside the Crane Pavilion.

    "My Golden Toad Clothes!"

    The fat, middle-aged Taoist heartbroken.

    Zhao Jiulao was proud of himself, and when he was about to speak, a golden light flashed across the beams of the gazebo above his head.

    "Boom!"

    Cymbals are ringing!

    Zhao Jiu's heart trembled, and he didn't dare to be negligent. He waved the sky banner in his hand, and the black air surged up and turned into a long rope, heading towards theThe golden light blocks it.

    It's just that the next scene made Zhao Laodao's eyes wide open, but it turned out that the black energy transformed by the Huntian Banner only slightly blocked the golden light, and then collapsed, and the only thing I could see was that after the golden light broke through the black rope, it turned into a big man.  The golden cymbals only cover Zhao Laodao underneath.

    At this moment, Zhao Laodao was full of horror. You must know that this Huntian Banner is a famous magic weapon in Heshan Dao, and it needs to sacrifice 666 pairs of male and female beasts, or the souls of virgins and boys.

    After the complete sacrifice of this treasure is completed, it will be difficult for ordinary magical weapons to stop it, unless you have trained Gang Sha.

    Although the Huntian Banner in his hand has only practiced two layers of prohibition, its power is also extraordinary.

    The golden cymbal in front of me can easily break through the black rope of the sky flag, doesn't that mean that the owner of the golden cymbal is at least a monk of Ningsha?

    This Wang Daoling is only a newcomer to Tongqiao, he will transform into form, and his magic power is not as good as his own, but where did he invite such an expert?

    At this time, Zhao Laodao was shocked by the magic of the golden cymbal, and couldn't turn his head for a while. When he came back to his senses, he was already trapped in the golden cymbal!

    "Senior, spare your life! Senior, spare your life!"

    Without thinking about it, Mr. Zhao couldn't help begging for mercy.

    "Hahaha! Old Daoist Zhao! You also have today, quickly destroy your mana, and hand over the Taoist calligraphy tool, maybe the Taoist master can spare your dog's life!"

    The tone was extremely smug, even if he was trapped in the golden cymbals, it was not difficult for Zhao Laodao to know who the owner of the voice was.

    Of course, Wang Daoling, who was still struggling with Liudao Heisuo before, felt sorry for his toad robe magic weapon.

    Hearing this, Zhao Laodao knew that today's affairs would be difficult, he ignored Wang Daoling's humiliation, and began to think about ways to escape. Although he had his own way out, he was unwilling to abandon this body unless he had to.

    "Brother Daoist Wu, thank you for your action today. After a while, the old Taoist will be convinced. Brother Daoist will choose his magic weapon and scriptures first, but speaking of it, Brother Daoist's golden cymbal is really amazing.  Even Tian Banner can't match, what a jealous little brother."

    After Xu Shi took Zhao Laodao, he no longer had any scruples, and Wang Daoling chatted with the owner of the golden cymbal beside him.

    The owner of the golden cymbal is a thin and middle-aged man, and Wang Daoling is one tall, one short, one thin and one fat, which is quite interesting.

    The owner of the golden cymbal has a pair of golden eyebrows, his eyes are as small as beans, and his thin face only looks a little cold.

    "It's also a coincidence that I got this Buddhist magic weapon, but there is still a bit of golden evil spirit in it, otherwise I would have nothing to do with the old way. It's still a loss of my brother's plan, if I didn't use my body as bait  , to lure this old Taoist to use the six black ropes, even if I have a golden cymbal, it will be difficult for me to make achievements."

    Although Zhao Laodao was thinking about the way to get out, he also heard the conversation between the two outside the golden cymbal. Hearing this, he was very annoyed.

    "That's all! This toad hates me deeply, and if it falls into its hands, I'm afraid it will destroy my soul. Although I didn't succeed in retreating, but now I have an extra heart, it's not too bad."

    Thinking about it, Zhao Laodao gritted his teeth, shook his body, and lost his breath in the blink of an eye.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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