Mountain Little Divine Doctor

If there is no painting in the qingniu temple, you have to wait until after the eighth day of the ninth lunar month to settle down the strange old man. Follow Zhao Sangang to his house. Bedding, rice and vegetables with grain noodles were taken from his house. They climbed up the mountain with their backs and came to the two old trees. Fang Qi asked Zhao Sangang to stay under the trees and send his things to the door: "Taoist Yiyun, boy, Fang Qi has brought you quilts and food in front of the door."

As soon as he turned around, the heavy viewing door opened with a squeak. Fang Qi didn't see the old man. Seeing that the door opened, he said, "do you want me to send it in?" He picked up his bedding and things and walked to the main hall until he reached the third hall. He saw a man sitting cross legged with him in the empty hall.

However, the man was not dressed in black, but in a coarse blue cloth coat, with gray hair tied in a bun and pinned with a tree stick. From behind, the man was very thin, completely like a bone shelf in his clothes, and his coarse blue cloth coat was shriveled.

"Old immortal, I didn't know that your practice in this mountain disturbed your clear dream. Please forgive me." Said the square bow slightly.

The old man suddenly turned around and didn't know how he did it. He saw that the old man was as thin as a wood, his eyebrows and beard were all white, his eyebrows were as long as his beard, and his eyes stared at Fang Qi.

The first time he saw an old man who lived more than 200 years, Fang Qi was puzzled. He had two fights with the old man. Are you sure it's him?

"Old immortal, you've suffered. I discussed with the village head. From now on, our village supports you. You can say whatever you want." Fang Qi showed him straight hair in his heart. Standing is neither kneeling nor kneeling. He scratched his nose. After thinking about it, his heart said, I'd better squat down.

Uncle Shen was right. The old monster looked at them like mole ants. There was no earthly color in his eyes, which was clearer than the spring in the shuyutan.

Now the old monster does not make people feel gloomy and terrible, but is as common as a Taoist in a dilapidated ancient Taoist temple. The sunlight slanted in from the lattice window outside the hall, forming several light columns, and the flying dust in the hall was clearly visible.

The lower part of the old Taoist priest was in the light column, but his eyes were brighter than the light column and firmly shrouded Fang Qi.

Seeing that the old man had been silent, he only looked at it without blinking for three minutes. Fang Qi's smelly problem has also been aroused. Do you stare when I won't? He sat down cross legged and stared back at him with both hands.

I don't know what's going on. For a moment, Fang Qi felt as if he had crossed an unknown Dynasty and became a little Taoist. He followed the old man to practice. The Lingtai was empty and didn't think or do anything. He just sat so dry.

Zhao Sangang outside saw that Fang Qi hadn't gone out for a long time and said, "Qizi, what are you doing?" The gate suddenly closed with a clang. Zhao Sangang also saw that the old Taoist had a strange temper and didn't dare to shout any more. He sat down under the ancient tree to smoke and waited for Fang Qi.

Fang Qi was awakened by the sound of closing the door, blinked his eyes, looked at the old man, and felt that the old man looked like a sitting corpse. At least an hour had passed, and he didn't even blink his eyes.

He coughed, "old fairy, what can I do for you?"

"Cough - um -" the old man finally coughed, "I've been closed here for 37 years, and I could have broken through the pass... It's also a disaster. If the wise Zen monk didn't plead for you, I wouldn't regret killing you!"

Fang qihur bared his teeth and smiled, "if I know that there are still old immortals in this mountain, I won't bother you if I kill you. But you cut people everywhere, let me carry the black pot, and want to kill me... Of course, you may not be able to kill me. "

Old Taoist Yiyun sneered, "do you think you can despise me so much with the spirit of Shennong?" As soon as he flicked his right finger, Fang Qi thought that a wisp of energy like a martial arts novel hurt him. He hurriedly used Wu's three-tier Kung Fu to move his body ten centimeters. He didn't know that he was still hurt in the head.

The Qi was like a cold egg hitting the forehead, and a wisp of cold Qi penetrated into the shenting acupoint. Suddenly, the whole body was like falling into the ice cellar, and the terrible feeling reached the peak in an instant. Even if he pinched a few fingerprints one after another and tried to hold the cold out with his internal Qi, it was impossible.

But this kind of horror is not to be afraid of what you see, but a horror of the unknown from the heart. Fear was like ice, which frozen his body in an instant and couldn't move if he wanted to.

As soon as this feeling entered the brain, it immediately stimulated the instinctive potential of the whole body, and an uncontrollable anger rushed out. The Dantian Qi was wrapped in anger and released from the heart, breaking the stagnant feeling.

Fang Qi jumped up and scolded: "dead old man, do you still have some professional ethics of practitioners when I don't pay attention?"

He also scolded and regretted a little. Anyway, how could he be tolerated if he had lived for hundreds of years? Sure enough, the old Taoist also stood up, stretched out his hand and made a fist move, and then attacked like electricity.

You can't take back the water thrown by your words if you want to take it back. Fang Qi had to work hard for the old man. The old man was very fast. Fang Qi punched him several times in succession and made him angry. The dog jumped over the wall and the man broke out. Fang Qi used all the messy moves he had learned.

The two fought each other in the spacious hall, but neither of them used the nine character truth. They all depended on their Kung Fu.

If it is reasonable to say, Fang Qi can't beat the old Taoist, but his kung fu is too complex. He not only has the ability to fight in the street, but also Mao Jingtang taught him Hongquan and Yongchun boxing, as well as Chen family's Baji boxing and the old monk taught him foreign skills. Even Wu's unique skills have been used.

For a while, the old Taoist couldn't win. The old man couldn't avoid beating him. Once he made a unique move of the Wu family, he could save himself from danger. Unfortunately, Fang Qi's skill was still shallow, but the old Taoist stepped forward. Suddenly, the strong man Tiedan mountain cleaved towards Fang Qi's face door. There was no sign before this move, but it was very fast and sharp. Fangqi people can't avoid in the corner, so the gold wire wrapped around their wrists in the last move and wanted to take the opportunity to jump into the open space.

The old Taoist's wrist was wrapped, but it was not easy to shake it off. He hurried to tighten his left leg to save it. Fang Qi stepped on the wall and slid away the leg with the method of Wu's back drilling cage, but the man was able to avoid the attack. He was turning over several hollow somersaults and fell on the hall.

They were like cockfighting, and neither of them did it again.

But Fang Qi was sweating. Old man Chen was right. There was a reason why the old Taoist didn't kill him. He was not his opponent after playing for a long time. I don't know what the strange old man wants to do with him.