Taishang patriarch crawled out of the tomb

Chapter 9
Yang Heng left the hall and quietly came to the square.

at this time.

The rising sun has leaped out of the sea of ​​clouds, shedding thousands of golden lights, dispelling the morning fog, and illuminating the entire Qingyang Mountain.

The appearance of Sui Sui Sect is clearly visible.

on the square.

There are several palaces built against the hills, and the glazed golden tiles look resplendent under the sunshine. In the distance, there are several rows of houses. On the ridge of the blue tiles, a few pigeons rest on them, sometimes lingering on their necks.

This is a warm picture.

but.

In front of the square, under the jujube tree with crooked neck, the second apprentice Wei Chungui rolled up his sleeves and was sharpening his knife.

There is a rustling sound.

The square was uneven, and Yang Heng stumbled as he was walking, and the second apprentice Wei Chungui suddenly looked back when he heard the sound.

"Could it be that the old devil's legs were weak when he heard me sharpening the knife?!"

Wei Chungui's eyes were dim.

Yang Heng's heart skipped a beat, he couldn't reveal that he was frightened.

Gotta get hard.

He hastily smiled and said, "My dear boy, your parted hairstyle is pretty good, it matches your temperament very well!"

"If the master likes it, the apprentice can also make such a hairstyle for the master."

Second apprentice Wei Chungui got up and saluted and said, superficially very respectful.

"Well, good, it's rare for a good disciple to have such filial piety, so come on!"

Yang Heng smiled and nodded, pretending to be casual.

The second apprentice, Wei Chungui, quickly brought a chair and a big bronze mirror one person tall, standing against the jujube tree with its crooked neck.

"Master, please sit here and let this disciple cut your hair!"

Wei Chungui said, grinning, and raised the knife in his hand.

"By the way, Master, I don't use scissors to cut my hair, but the Black Dragon Saber!"

"Swish"

After brushing a few knives, although the Black Dragon Knife was broken in half, the back of the knife was smooth and bright. When the sun shone, the reflected light dazzled Yang Heng for a while.

Yang Heng couldn't help squinting.

Second apprentice Wei Chungui raised the corners of his mouth slightly, secretly happy in his heart.

"If this old devil runs out of energy and blood, and loses his cultivation, would he really dare to ask me to cut his hair?! Wouldn't he be scared to pee right away?"

Simultaneously.

On the roof of the hall in the distance.

The eldest disciple Li Daqiu and the younger disciple Su Xiaolu peeked out.

They stared at the scene on the square.

The first disciple Li Daqiu took a sip of the dry tobacco pot, his eyes shone brightly and said: "Look, little junior sister, your second senior brother has started to act."

"The sound of his sharpening the knife really exposed the old devil's weakness, and scared him out of the hall."

"According to the plan, your second senior brother will use the Black Dragon Saber to cut the old devil's hair."

"Just like the old devil who dares to show a trace of fear or weakness, your second senior brother's Black Dragon Saber will cut down quickly and ruthlessly!"

Junior sister Su Xiaolu worried: "What if the old devil is hacked to death with a single knife, what will happen with the marrow washing true technique? Who will wash the marrow and cut the veins for us?"

Li Daqiu smiled confidently, "Don't worry, the old devil is the quasi-emperor after all, cutting off his head will only cause serious injuries, and he won't die so easily."

"When the time comes, we will take care of him slowly, fix him, train him, hehehe."

When Su Xiaolu heard it, she couldn't help but said with admiration in her beautiful eyes: "Brother, you are amazing!"

on the square.

Wei Chungui followed the plan.

He asked Yang Heng if he wanted a haircut, and at the same time observed Yang Heng's expression, but saw that Yang Heng was smiling, and there was nothing unusual, sitting on the chair generously.

And in the bronze mirror opposite, Yang Heng's appearance was reflected.

This is an old man with gray hair.

His face was wrinkled with age, his teeth were about to fall out, and the blood vessels on his rolled-up arms were like earthworms drilled under the skin. His whole body was as thin as wood, dying.

From this point of view, he seemed to be an old man half buried in the ground.

There is no danger.

however.

The vicissitudes of life in his deep-set eye sockets, however, glowed with a cold light, as sharp as an eagle's eye, and as sinister as a poisonous snake, which made people shudder.

And when she smiles, the smile is three points kind, six points fierce, and one point weird.

Especially the two eyebrows, which tremble when they smile, like two centipedes dancing, with awe-inspiring evil spirit.

"Is this me?"

"It looks like a scumbag at first glance!"

Satisfied, Yang Heng nodded slightly.

side.

The second apprentice Wei Chungui glanced at Yang Heng and found that he was narcissistic in front of the mirror, so he couldn't help but sneered.

"The old devil is still pretending to be, but the wise elder brother has already told him how to deal with it."

After pondering for a while, Wei Chungui asked respectfully: "Master, my disciple is good at four kinds of hairstyles, big back, small back, side part, and hair inch."

"Master, what kind of hairstyle do you want?"

Yang Heng was surprised.

This villain is actually a senior barber!
He pondered for a while and asked back: "My dear apprentice, what hairstyle do you think is suitable for a teacher?"

Wei Chungui stepped forward, looked at Yang Heng for a moment, and said seriously: "Master, the sky is full, the ground is round, and the facial features are three-dimensional and tough. There is a very strong feeling of a tough guy. His eyes are as sharp as eagle eyes, and his eyebrows are like centipedes, so... "

He paused, and said: "So, this disciple dares to think that the hairstyle with back hair is the best match for your temperament, Master!"

"Okay, then put your head back!"

Yang Heng thought for a while, then nodded happily.

"Yes! Master."

Wei Chungui responded, and began to cut Yang Heng's hair with half of the Black Dragon Saber in hand.

Yang Heng observed himself, the second apprentice, from the mirror.

He is tall and burly, wearing a black robe and cloak, combed sideways, shiny, bright and sharp eyes, muscles on the arms with the sleeves rolled up, trousers rolled up halfway, and he has a cold demeanor.

If the first disciple Li Daqiu is a gentle and elegant scholar, then the second disciple Wei Chungui is a muscular man with a big knife.

The two have very different personalities and physical characteristics.

now.

The second disciple, Wei Chungui, cut Yang Heng's hair with a focused and serious expression.

The Black Dragon Knife twirled flexibly in his hand, the blade brushed past Yang Heng's scalp, and strands of white hair fell to the ground with the wind.

"Huh?! Master, you actually have six spinners?"

Wei Chungui said suddenly, staring at the top of Yang Heng's head with a look of surprise.

Yang Heng smiled slightly and said: "In the hometown where I am a teacher, there is an old saying that the number of spins on the top of the head represents a person's numerology, and different spin numbers have different personalities."

Wei Chungui couldn't help being aroused with curiosity, and asked, "What's the theory of fortune? I ask Master to clarify."

Yang Henglang said: "One spin is tricky, two spins are tough, three spins are desperate to fight, four spins dare to touch King Kong, five spins are commander-in-chief, six spins dare to jump from the sky!"

Wei Chungui: "."

His eyelids quivered wildly.

He didn't understand what Yang Heng said about King Kong and the commander-in-chief, but the last sentence "Liuxuan dares to jump from the sky" really shocked him.

"The old devil has six spins, is he implying that he is a scumbag, let me not mistake myself?"

Wei Chungui pondered in his heart, his hands kept moving, and he replied: "Master, the spinners on the top of this disciple's head are not as many as yours."

"How many spins do you have?"

"There are only three disciples, three Xuan'er who are desperate to fight!"

Wei Chungui said with a heavy tone, and at the same time sucked in a breath of cold air towards Yang Heng's neck artery, and brushed a knife in his hand.

Yang Heng's neck felt cold.

Glancing through the mirror, he saw that Wei Chunlei was holding the Black Dragon Knife, staring at the aorta of his neck with cold eyes.

Yang Heng's heart skipped a beat.

"Could it be that this villain can't wait any longer and wants to kill me now?"

"He said just now that there are three Xuan'er on his head, and he would die in a fight!"

then.

Yang Heng coughed lightly, and said intentionally: "My dear disciple, have you fixed your hair with a big back? If you have done it, use your Black Dragon Saber for Teacher."

"Master, why do you want my disciple's Black Dragon Saber?" Wei Chungui's heart tightened.

Yang Heng raised his hand and said, "I want to trim my fingernails, but they are a bit long."

Wei Chungui was astonished, but his heart moved.

"Not long ago, the old devil broke my Black Dragon Saber with one finger. The senior brother later analyzed that the old devil might have used a secret method to damage life. In fact, his fingers are very brittle."

"Now, it's a chance to try whether the old devil's fingers are really that hard."

then.

Wei Chungui said respectfully: "Master, you don't need to trim your nails yourself, just let your apprentice do it! Your curly hair will be cured soon."

As he said that, he moved his hands quicker, and touched a layer of green stuff on Yang Heng's hair, which seemed to be hair mud, and began to style Yang Heng's hair.

But when I looked in the mirror, my head was full of green.

When the sun shines, it is even more dazzling green.

Yang Heng couldn't help asking: "Student, do you only have green here?"

"There are other colors."

"Well, let's change the color next time! I don't like green as a teacher." Yang Heng said.

"Yes, Master, this disciple has remembered."

Wei Chungui replied respectfully, but he hummed coldly in his heart.

Is green bad?
What's wrong with green, does green mess with you? !
My surname Wei likes green!
The older the old devil, the more stinky he is.

(End of this chapter)