Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 4 The three masters and apprentices hit the road together, but it was lively and lively
The plaster was scorching hot, which made Yan Xi feel excruciatingly painful.

He gritted his teeth and forcibly resisted the urge to howl.

It really hurts!
Thanks to Yan Xi who has suffered from kidney stones, he has a certain tolerance for pain, otherwise he would not be able to survive.

Yan Xi grinned and covered the Taoist robe, thinking wildly in his mind: "Can't the character lower the pain value? Or I can't find the setting option?"

Xiaodao Tongyuechi put plaster on Yan Xi, choked up and said, "Second senior brother, what should we do?"

Yan Xi pondered for a moment, feeling uncertain, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, let's run away."

Xiaodao Tongyuechi wiped his tears and said: "Second senior brother, if we leave, what about the master's body? Tomorrow, should we burn the master or bury him? There is also the Taoist temple! Can't the Taoist temple be abandoned? The master stays behind. If you can't keep your Taoism, it's a big disobedience."

Yan Xi couldn't help but want to cover his face, the junior brother was too dumbfounded.

The two senior brothers are almost dead, so how can they care about the dead body of the master?What else do you care about Taoism?
What's more, what kind of loyalty and filial piety do Taoists talk about?
Taoist priests pay attention to becoming immortals, the physical body is not important at all!

He was about to tell his younger brother, "Talent is the most important wealth, and the survival of the two brothers is more important than anything else!" This kind of advanced concept, when he heard a miserable laughter, he shouted: "Little Taoist!" , Don’t even think about running away. Even if you grow hair all over your body and turn into two little monkeys, you still won’t be able to escape from Daoist Master’s palm.”

A thin old Taoist priest with a triangular hanging tip, a big red wine gourd on his shoulders, and a dirty Taoist robe strode into the hall.

The old Taoist stared at the coffin placed in the main hall, his face was full of joy, he laughed and said: "Old Nine Cranes, I was almost coaxed by you, so it turned out that you used that sword, and the lamp was exhausted. "

"Fortunately, my Daoist was brave and careful, and risked his life to come back."

Yan Xi couldn't help being surprised, and thought: "Isn't it a few hours later that the two enemies will make a comeback? How many o'clock is it? Just come to the door! Is it based on the time I left last time? I went back without paying attention to check the story line, the news lagged?"

"It's not right!"

"I'm in a mental hospital, but I've been treated for several days! The time is completely wrong..."

Yan Xi thought of the finale between Taoist Yanxi and the junior brother in the original story line, his heart beat wildly, and he wanted to leave the junior brother behind, so he hurried back.

The mental hospital is a good place, with an elegant environment, good food, friendly doctors and patient nurses, and the treatment plan is so scientific...

Most importantly - be safe!
But after taking a look at the puppy-like little Taoist priest Yuechi, his conscience was a little bit hard, and he asked tentatively: "My master is going west with a crane, why doesn't the Taoist leader let go of the grudge?"

The old Taoist took down the big red wine gourd, took a sip, and said coldly: "Hand over the Xueshan sect's sword manual, or you may save your life."

Xiaodao Tong Yuechi blushed and shouted: "Don't say that our senior brothers don't have sword books, and if we do, we won't give them to you."

"You killed Teacher, we will avenge Master sooner or later."

The old Taoist was too lazy to be as knowledgeable as this little Taoist boy, so he raised the wine gourd again, took a sip, very chic, hehe sneered, and said: "There is really no sword manual, and the Taoist master doesn't feel sorry for how many disciples of other people die. , you two little monkey cubs, go to the underworld with the old ghost of Jiuhe!"

"The three masters and apprentices went on the road together, and it was quite lively."

Yan Xi felt chills all over his body, he knew that the other party was telling the truth, he didn't dare to let Yuechi provoke him again, he held down his junior brother, and asked tentatively: "The Taoist master's martial arts are very good, and I need my master's martial arts What are the secret books for?"

The old Taoist broke into the Sanqing Hall and kept staring at the coffin placed in the middle of the hall. He was still on guard, and didn't take a second look at Yan Xi, let alone the crying Tongyue Pond, and said with a smile: " Your dead ghost teacher is from the Snow Mountain School, one of the nine great swordsman schools in the world, and is famous for its swordsmanship."

"Jiuhe old Taoist idiot, failed to master the swordsmanship of the Snow Mountain School. If the secret of the Snow Mountain School's swordsmanship falls into the hands of the old Taoist, I can immediately become a fairy."

Yan Xi thought to himself: "What are the Nine Great Swordsman Schools? Sounds so awesome?"

"Forget it! I'm a fat house writer, and I can't handle this matter, so I will withdraw first."

He purposely refrained from looking at Xiao Daotong, but heard Yuechi whispering: "Senior brother! You run away first, I will do my best to help you get rid of the heir."

Yan Xi couldn't hold back, and looked down.

The little pendant's face was flushed red, and there was a faint cold glow under the sleeves of the wide Taoist robe, and he hid a weapon. Obviously, he really planned to fight to the death with the dirty Taoist priest and fight for a way out for his senior brother.

His heart became hot, and he thought: "This is a character, even if you die, you will only lose that magical card, and you won't really lose your life."

"What's more, this card's lifespan is almost up, maybe it will be worn out by itself after a few shuttles."

"I... save this little Taoist priest! If you can't fight, you can't outwit him. Let me think of a way."

When Yan Xi was writing novels, there were a lot of plots and various routines at his fingertips, but when he encountered a real crisis situation, he couldn't think of any way for a while, so he thought: "I have to make this old Taoist think that I have a sword manual, so that I can use my swordsmanship. It can delay time and extend the story line."

Yan Xi took a deep breath, put plaster on the wound, it didn't seem to be symptomatic, it didn't ease the chill on his chest, and said: "Master Dao, the cheats are dead, but people are alive. If our two brothers really have This thing is willing to offer."

The old Taoist sneered and said, "This kind of nonsense, the old Taoist doesn't believe it."

Yan Xi coughed, causing severe pain in his lungs, choked his chest, and sprayed a small mouthful of blood, which stained the Taoist robe bright red, and made him feel weak for a while.

Yuechi was so frightened that he didn't care about anything, he hurried over to help the second senior brother, he had to work on Yan Xi and hide the weapon in the Taoist robe, he was very embarrassed and at a loss what to do.

The injury on his body gave Yan Xi an idea, he purposely fell softly to the ground
Although Yan Xi pretended to be suffering from an injury, he coughed up blood, but he couldn't fake it. The palm prints in his heart were originally cold, but now they were hot.

He acted as if his mind was gradually becoming confused, grabbed the arm of the little junior brother Yuechi, and whispered in a low voice: "Brother, you can't hand over the secret book to them. Senior brother can't do it, let me tell you, the teacher gave the secret book, the secret book... "

"The secret sword manual of our Snow Mountain Sect is placed in..."

"The sword manual is not in our Taoist temple."

"The teacher knew that there would be thieves thinking about it..."

"Junior Brother, Junior Brother, let me tell you, you have taken Master's sword manual and practiced our Snow Mountain School's swordsmanship in the future, you must avenge Master and me."

Xiaodao Tongyuechi started crying again.

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