I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 886 Old Enemy (Please Subscribe Monthly Pass)

Jiang house.

Jiang Zhou drew three vertical and four horizontal strokes on his right palm with his left index finger.

On the index finger, little finger, six knuckles, middle finger, ring finger, two fingertips, and the four palm mounds on the palm, write a character on each of them.

The mind rotates, and the twelve palaces rotate accordingly.

The mysteries of heaven and earth circulate endlessly, nameless, imageless, airless and formless.

A mysterious and mysterious thought arose in my heart.

Not long after, the number of secrets appeared on the palm.

Jiang Zhou read out in a low voice: "The luck of the sun and the moon is the foundation of good and bad luck."

Frowning slightly: "What do you mean?"

He does know the original meaning of this sentence, because this is a scripture mentioned in the God's Palm Sutra.

The original intention is to say that the movement of the sun, moon and stars coincides with the secrets of the Dao, which is a basis for deriving good and bad.

No, he was counting on the place Poting Village.

Although it has been expected, it may be difficult to deduce any results based on only one place name.

He said a few words, which were beyond his expectation.

These two sentences really made him puzzled.

Jiang Zhou shook his head. He was thinking about whether he had dates or not, so he just tried it. Since he couldn't figure it out for a while, he didn't bother.

However, not even being able to calculate good or bad luck is already a result in itself, and it is obvious.

Good or bad is uncertain, even good or bad is possible.

That place, there is something that can cause "fierce" to him, this is definitely not an unusual place.

Looking up at the sky, night has come and the moon is in the sky.

it's time.

With a thought, a ray of primordial spirit escaped into the night sky.

The place of Poting Village was mentioned by Xue Yaonu, and Jiang Zhou didn't intend to step into it easily.

Coupled with such a strange fortune-telling result, he would not rush to run away rashly.

A wisp of primordial spirit is enough.

Yuanshen escaped from the sky, and in a short while, he left Jiangdu City.

Poting Village is not far from Jiangdu City, originally at the speed of Yuanshen traveling thousands of miles, but in the blink of an eye.

However, Jiang Zhou stopped suddenly when it passed over a rocky area along the Yellow River.

Because he saw an "old acquaintance".

An old man with long beard wearing a straw hat, was holding on to a long fishing rod, sitting on a big rock, fishing by the river.

On the river beach behind him stood a majestic young man.

"...There must be many obstacles for you to go here, and all kinds of difficulties and dangers."

"Why did the old man say that?"

Listening to the conversation between the two from afar, Jiang Zhou smiled.

This old thing is playing this trick of fishing again.

This long-bearded old man was the Yellow River fisherman with whom he had some quarrels at the beginning.

If it was someone else, Jiang Zhou wouldn't bother.

But since it was an old enemy, he had to make trouble.

After all, if you are not happy, I am happy.

According to his understanding, although this old thing looks like a poor fisherman and an outsider, it is actually an old silver coin with no profit.

Absolutely not aimlessly.

The person who can fool him will not be an ordinary person.

Immediately, he calmed down and hid his breath, hiding aside, listening to the conversation between the two.

The young man said again: "Old man, if you know where XX wants to go, why do you want to do it?"

"Hehehe..."

The old man's laughter is vigorous and cool, as if he hides everything in the world, and he is open-minded and insightful.

Just listen to his chant: "There are so many loves in the world that are easy to be sad, but the universe is too big to tolerate the other."

"Young people, love is easy to hurt, and people and ghosts go their own way. Why do you go against the sky and look for trouble?"

The young man was slightly startled, and immediately frowned and said, "Where did you come from, a quack sorcerer, and what is your intention to play tricks in front of someone?"

Jiang Zhou, who was hidden in the dark, felt happy, this person has a bit of a brain.

The Yellow River Fisherman is not so easy to deal with, he just shook his head and smiled when he heard the words: "It's a pity, it's a pity, although you are determined, the number of days is set early, so what can you do?"

"If you go here, not only will you not be able to fulfill your wish, but it will also bring disaster to the deceased. For future generations, listen to the old man's good words and go back."

"Humph!"

"Stop pretending to be gods and ghosts. A certain man has fought in the battlefield for [-] years, and beheaded countless times. He has never been afraid of ghosts and gods."

The young man patted the scabbard on his waist, and said in a cold voice: "It's up to people to do things. If you do things in a certain life, you only believe in a long knife in your waist. Even if there are dangers, you can cut it with a knife."

"Don't talk nonsense, block someone's way, and quickly get out of the way, otherwise don't blame someone for disrespecting the elders and being ruthless under the sword."

The Yellow River fisherman shook his head and said with a smile: "It may not be a good thing if you show your sharpness too much."

"I still have a bit of love with your wife's ancestor, but you can't just sit back and watch the younger generation fall into a desperate situation?"

"It really is a demon!"

When the young man heard what he said about his origins and intentions, he didn't turn pale with shock, and his reaction was astonishing.

Instead, he had a look of shock and anger on his face.

It's just a monster who specially spied on his own details and came to play tricks with ulterior motives.

Without any further hesitation, the long knife at his waist was unsheathed loudly.

The cold light bloomed like a cold moon falling to the ground.

It was extremely decisive, merciless, and the attack was a full blow.

He has been through battles for a long time, and the direction of the sword is to kill.

If you don't make a move, you're done, and if you make a move, you will kill the enemy.

This knife is quite majestic, with the power to split mountains and rocks.

Jiang Zhou, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but secretly praised.

However, although this knife is not weak, it is far from enough in front of that old silver coin.

Sure enough, this seemingly shocking saber movement stopped three feet in front of the old man of the Yellow River, but it stopped abruptly.

It seems that there is an invisible big hand, firmly holding this cold moon, making it difficult for it to advance an inch.

The old man on the Yellow River did not move, he still turned his back to the young man to fish, and his eyes never left the floating bait on the river.

"Ha ha……"

Just listening to his soft laugh, the cold moon knife light shattered and dissipated invisible.

The young man's complexion changed.

But without hesitation, the long knife came out again, but the whole body was full of blood.

On the river beach, murderous aura filled the air for a moment, full of blood.

Faintly, I could hear the sound of killing and attacking, like thousands of troops rushing to kill in a battlefield.

Countless sword lights also rushed towards the old man of the Yellow River like a wave.

The old man of the Yellow River still didn't move, the turbulent sword light turned the rocks on the beach into dust little by little, but it was hard to penetrate the ground a few feet in front of him.

"Hehehe..."

Amidst the sound of killing soaring to the sky, there was the breezy and vigorous laughter of the old man of the Yellow River.

Pretending to be a crime.

Jiang Zhou, who was watching coldly, turned his back.

The right hand turned out.

The invisible and traceless innate demon-slaying sword energy has already attached to one of the young man's swords that filled the sky.

"Hey~"

There was a barely audible cracking sound.

The expression of the old man of the Yellow River, who was leisurely and confident, suddenly changed.

The Yellow River, which was still relatively calm, suddenly turned up a huge wave.

The fishing rod shook violently, and a hook flew up from the river, reeling out.

In an instant, the sabers collided.

"Ding!"

With a slight crisp sound, the hook shot backwards suddenly.

The long fishing line should also be broken into several pieces.

The Yellow River fisherman suddenly stood up from the boulder, turned around and looked around:
"Where is the master, playing tricks on the old man?"

　I wish everyone a happy May Day~ Well, don’t go out to play, it’s not safe now, read more novels at home~
　　
　
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