The strongest Taoist priest: the beginning is a fairy

Chapter 282, a Taoist

At this time, the disciple of the Langya Wang family was a little impatient, and the sharp edge of the sword in his hand was flickering.A spirit of aura floated out.

Qingshu, who was shouting at the side, looked at the doorman with a dazed expression, and his palms couldn't stop shaking.

He heard voices from inside the car.

"Wait a moment."

"clear."

The sword guard closed his eyes, and the sword energy returned to the sheath, and he continued to close his eyes and meditate.

From inside the carriage, a young woman in a fox fur coat stepped out, her face was flushed red from the cold.
But the place other than the face is warm and tight, wrapped in animal skin.

"They are so pitiful." The young woman looked at these people, only feeling pity on her face: "What's wrong with them? Why are they so thin?"

"These untouchables don't eat, so they are naturally thin." The groom flattered at the side, but was stopped by a sharp look.

The groom hurriedly shut up, slapped himself, bent lower than anyone else.

A groom should not be overstepped.

"Don't eat? Why don't they eat meat?" The woman said blankly, "If you eat meat, you won't be hungry."

The groom dared not answer.

"Miss is kind-hearted, I don't want to see this scene, come and drive them away."

A handsome man in the carriage said lightly.

"Hey, that's not what I meant." The woman stopped coquettishly: "It's so pitiful, they don't eat meat, they are so skinny."

"Brother, help me distribute the leftover cakes I ate today to these poor people."

"Hey, my sister is kind-hearted. Let her do what she tells you to do. Go and distribute the pastries to them."

"Yes."

"Okay sister, let's go into the incense chariot, don't be cold outside, this time we are going north together, uncle is still waiting for us."

"Um"

The sword-wielding gatekeeper took the pastry respectfully, then turned around and threw the pastry to the ground with disgust.

The leftover fine pastries eaten in the chariot were dumped on the ground, and the surrounding civilians rushed forward, including the old beggar.

The fairy in the sword who pointed at the mountain in the past is now grabbing the ground with his head to snatch the cake residue that fell to the ground.

Everyone was like a dog, swallowing the cakes and dirt together. Only one little beggar took the clay cakes back and gave them to the immobile old beggar.

Mothers with children, along with the soil, were scooped up and prepared to take them back to their children.

Then, those who grabbed the food kowtowed in gratitude.

"Missy, Missy is a living Bodhisattva!"

"Living Bodhisattva. I have never eaten such a good thing in my life if I can give us a bite to eat."

"Bodhisattva, Bodhisattva."

After the chariot and chariot had gone far, these people were still grateful.

Including Qing Shu, who was already skinny, kowtowed and flattered, with blood on his face, and he was also grateful for the pastries discarded by Wang's daughter.

He didn't have the appearance of the world-shaking sword fairy at that time, but a poor wretch who only kowtows and flatters.

After tears of gratitude, Qingshu once again joined the battle group of the remaining pastries.

"Get out! Get out! Dare to grab me? Get out of here!" Qing Shu pushed the people around him away.

Now his biggest advantage as a cultivator is that he can grab food faster and more ruthlessly.

When the "Bodhisattva" of the Langya Wang family walked away, the place gradually returned to the appearance of all the walking corpses, begging begging, wandering wandering.

As if, there is no hope.

Li Wei came to Qingshu.

At this time, Qingshu was gnawing on the pastry-flavored soil, and even enjoyed it a bit.

Li Wei said softly.

"Daoist Qingshu."

When he heard his dao name, the old beggar in front of him seemed to be greatly shocked.

The name greatly stimulated him.

The old beggar looked back with a trembling face, muttering in his mouth: "Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!"

In this era, it is impossible that someone still knows this name.

However, Li Wei stood in front of him.

One, some young Taoists.

But there is a pair of eyes that see through the world and see through all cause and effect.

Who is he?
Qingshu scrambled back and forth.

"Who are you. Me. I've never met you"

"Pindao has seen you before." Li Wei said softly: "Back then, when you broke up with Xu Qing on the Shu Mountain, Pindao was there to witness and saw your sword pointing at the world .”

wow-

Qingshu sat down on the ground with a half-crying and half-smiling expression.

"Impossible, impossible, was it 200 years ago? Or a hundred years ago? I can't remember clearly, you can't live that long, you can't live that long!"

"Xu Qing? Who is Xu Qing? Qingshu? Who is Qingshu, pointing at the world? Who is that? I don't know, I don't know!"

The old beggar swayed like crazy, and no one around him dared to approach him.

Rao is because he is talking about things that happened a hundred years ago, and people will only think that he is crazy, and they will not think that he is the sword fairy who brought half of the disciples of Shushan Mountain down the mountain at that time and brandished the sword edge in order to firmly believe in the way in his heart.

Li Wei could only whisper softly in his ear.

"The star on the stage is always changing. Exorcising evil spirits, protecting life and body. Wisdom is clear and pure, and the mind is peaceful. The three souls are eternal, and the soul is never lost."

A series of spells for purifying the mind sounded, making Qingshu's mind less insane.

The blood in the pupils exploded, and when the mind became clear, all the memories of the experiences, the scenery, the pain, all emerged one by one.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that it would be more enjoyable to be that old beggar, at least he would not have to bear such pain.
And looking at Li Wei in front of him, everything in front of him also began to blur.

The figure of the young Taoist gradually overlapped with the figure of the Taoist who he only glanced at back then on Mount Shu.

They obviously don't have the same appearance, but their figures overlap.

is it him?That Taoist who went down the mountain with senior brother Xu Qing back then, that Taoist who has been watching silently, without saying a word.

The years are wasted, the time is dyed with wind and sand, who else did he know back then, who can make it to the present?

If there is no accident, the senior brother has already been turned into sand and buried in the earth.

Sword cultivators, even if they don't die, don't live long.

And it is because of an accident that he has lived until now. The sword cultivators of his generation must have died.

Of the Shushan generation back then, perhaps only him who is so humble as dust is left.

At this time, Qing Shu looked at the Taoist in front of him and murmured.

"Who the hell are you? At that time, you didn't look like this. You at that time were obviously just a mortal."

Li Wei said lightly.

"Yi Jie, just a mountain Taoist."

(End of this chapter)