This witch, please stay

Chapter 51 Try and Die
A strange feeling was like the moss in the corner of the wall, and it spread over Xun Ming's heart in just a moment.

The plump woman raised her head to look at Xun Ming, her body that was originally leaning towards him also turned towards him.

So the turbulent waves were completely displayed in front of Xun Ming's eyes, which made him a little surprised while being on guard in his heart.

What a way to look horizontally into a ridge and side into a peak!

I don't know if Xun Ming's eyes stayed very short and concealed it very well, or the woman didn't care at all, that woman just stared at Xun Ming quietly.

He neither spoke nor blinked his eyes.

Xun Ming, who was born in the Immortal Sect, naturally knew that there were all kinds of weird things in those Shilaozi's secret caves. God knows if he was hooked by the soul as soon as he opened his mouth?
It is said that there is such a secret place, as long as outsiders agree to the words of "Wang Dao Lang", they will directly generate Gu in their hearts, and instantly become a member of that "Wang Dao Lang".

Weird!

So even if it is acceptable for that face, the woman in front of him who is considered acceptable is a little hairy, her eyelids are twitching, Xun Ming is also a resolute look of "Even if you look at me to death, I will not fart" .

But the woman didn't blink her eyes, and it was indeed quite scary to watch at night.

After a long while like this, Xun Ming, who was motionless like a wooden man, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

If she just stared at Xiaoye all night, then I really have to stand like this all night?

She is sick and I am not!
So Xun Ming made up his mind, adhering to the good quality of "see no evil".

Without even looking at the woman, she turned around gracefully, looked at her nose and heart, and walked towards the gate of the small courtyard.

One step, two steps...

Before the third step landed, Xun Ming heard a hoarse and dry voice behind him that seemed to be squeezed out of a tree trunk:

"Young student, don't you wonder what I'm doing?"

In the process of staring at Xun Ming, the movement of grinding the iron rod in her hand did not stop for a moment.

He almost stabbed him in the face with that iron rod that was almost longer than others.

curious?

Not curious, not at all curious.

Compared with the "iron pestle" that looks like "overgrown", I want to know how you usually maintain your body, grandma.

As soon as the woman opened her mouth, Xun Ming was almost frightened so that her Taoist heart was unstable!
Hey!A ten-year-old woman still pretends to be tender and wants to lie to the young master? !
Feelings, your old man's surname is not "Wu", but "Joe", right? !

Xun Ming's third step just stopped in mid-air and never fell.

But he was also determined, no matter what the witch said, he would never turn back.

As for whether to make a move to add more money to his "small book", Xun Ming has not considered it for the time being.

After all, the secret realm is too weird, and many things cannot be done in the way outside.

The sky is big and the earth is big, and Gou Ming is the biggest.

An old lady in the secret realm who seems too old to walk may be able to hit ten immortals in the extinct realm with one hand.

The "female" who didn't know whether it was a woman or an old woman naturally didn't know the path of Xun Ming's mind, and she was not annoyed when the young man in white robe didn't reply, she continued to talk on her own.

"Good question, grandma is grinding a needle. Don't look at how thick the iron pestle is. As long as you keep grinding it, it will always turn into an iron needle. This is called perseverance~"

What's a good question?I didn't speak at all okay!
And what kind of shrew seeds and iron pestles are ground into needles!
For this old story that I have heard since I was a child, Xun Ming actually had such doubts when he heard it for the first time: Is this old woman out of her mind?

If you want a needle, you need a needle. Why do you grind a good iron pestle? !

If this iron pestle was given to Xun Ming, Xun Ming would not only be able to return the iron needles that the old woman who couldn't figure it out would never use up in her lifetime.

And you can guarantee that you will make a net profit of half an iron pestle!
Not to mention the stupid thing about turning the iron pestle into an iron needle, even the time wasted grinding the iron pestle is countless times more expensive than the iron pestle and iron needle.

These old stories that don't know how true or false are really harmful!

The woman who seemed to have a pair of white eyelids seemed to be overwhelmed by the reason given to her by the young man in white. She forgot to put down her raised leg, so she seemed to be overjoyed.

He threw out the last sentence as if he wanted to test the younger generation, as if he was waiting for the young man to answer:
"Oh yes, you are really a smart young man. Let grandma test you. What is the next sentence of 'There is nothing difficult in the world'?"

Xun Ming, who was complaining in his heart like a mountain torrent bursting an embankment, finally fell off the "third step" that he had been carrying all the time, turned around slowly, and faced the woman who seemed to have infinite expectations and gratification in her eyes.

I saw him pondering for a moment, then slowly said:
"Just try and die?"

The air in the courtyard once again froze instantly.

Only this time, the woman's expression also froze together.

……

The falling rain drenched the plane trees, plantains, and a gazebo by the wilderness.

Outside the gazebo, there are several plum trees. The plums on the trees turn yellow quietly in the swaying rain, exuding a fragrance of unripe melons and fruits.

In the heavy rain, in the dense grass in the wilderness, the noisy frogs and the fine rain sounded together, entangled endlessly.

The sound of rain and frogs mixed together, making the figure in the gazebo more irritable.

In the gazebo, one person sits alone.

On the stone table in the middle of the gazebo, there is a wooden chess board with nineteen vertical and horizontal lines.

Even though he was wearing a Confucian shirt and Tsing Yi, the middle-aged man, whose muscles were tightly packed, could still be seen through the robe, slapping the table with one hand, and "bang bang" on the stone table with a sunspot in the other hand.

On one side of the chessboard, a fire candle was burning quietly, and the melted wax dripped from the bottom of the candle flame and slowly slid down the edge of the fire candle, and finally solidified again in the middle of the fire candle.

Drops of wax dripped and solidified, as if a wax flower bloomed in the middle of the candle.

The collision of chess pieces and the stone table, the crackling of falling rain on the leaves, the croaking of grass frogs...

I don't know how long after that, the big man in the Confucian shirt slammed the stone table, then turned his body to one side, grabbed the mouth of the jar with one hand, picked up a jar of mountain spirits known as "cut mouth", looked up He took a big gulp of his head.

Then he casually threw the jar of wine at his feet again, but fortunately he controlled his strength so that the jar didn't smash to pieces on the flagstone floor.

The big man in a Confucian shirt, but not at all bookish, slammed the table again, and said angrily:

"Grandma, why haven't you come this fucking day?!"

Before the words were finished, a faint blue light flashed in between. A young man in green shirt bent his legs slightly and landed firmly.

The other young man was far behind, and hit the ground hard with a "plop", and "Ouch".

(End of this chapter)