The indescribable Taoist Lord

There is no doubt that the nets drying outside, the harpoons set up outside the house, and the staggering number of fish caught on the ground indicate that this is a small fishing village. Although it does not appear dilapidated, the houses and residences are However, it gave Wang Zhixin and Li Ping'an an indescribable sense of awkwardness.

The damp and fishy smell filled Wang Zhixin's and Li Pingan's perceptions unstoppably. This peculiar smell was infinitely amplified by the monk's perception - Wang Zhixin was okay, and Li Pingan frowned for a moment.

"It seems like a small fishing village, nothing special about it."

Li Ping'an walked closer to observe the dried fish drying on the rack. The smell was very fishy, ​​but it was just because too little green salt was added, which caused some problems with the meat quality. The midsummer sun was hot, but it catalyzed the fish very quickly.

"Brother Wang, do you know that what I hate most is dried fish. I always feel that dried fish destroys the original taste and sweetness of fish, and is simply a waste of natural resources..."

Li Ping'an picked up a piece - he naturally had no mysophobia. During the period before he understood the truth about his life experience, his sleeves and robes were always dirty, and he spent his days smelling of alcohol!

Wang Zhixin remained silent. Don't you want to eat something fresh? They want to keep it as food rations. It’s true as Brother Zhang said, why not eat minced meat!

However, he did not refute because someone behind him wanted to ask questions.

A harpoon touched the waists of the two of them, and the cold touch spread through Li Ping'an's brocade clothes and Wang Zhixin's wife's black robe, and a deep chill spread out.

"Who are you?"

The deep voice sounded behind itself, making it look hoarse and noisy, as if there was a wound in the throat, and the words were slurred and incomplete.

The two of them naturally let these people get close to them on purpose. With Wang Zhixin's cultivation and his soul after being upgraded by Taisu, he could not fully understand everything within a few miles, but living things naturally could not escape his eyes and ears.

Now they are not Wang Zhixin and Li Ping'an, but Wang Chang and Zhao Sheng. In this situation, they have to pretend to be half mortals - the entrance to the secret realm of Tiangong Xiantai naturally cannot be passed by openly, and because of the many principles, Based on the principle that one thing is worse than one thing less, and some kind of special intuition, the two directly chose to contact the people in this village.

After all, the strange feeling this village gave them was too inconsistent.

Wang Zhixin and Li Ping'an had already looked at each other, and each of them saw the curiosity and surprise in the other's eyes. Wang Zhixin has a special sense of this kind of thing because he has some kind of superior spiritual connection with Taisu, while Li Ping'an does it because...

Although he has no spiritual vision, he is just like Zhang Qinghe. He is a Taoist, born with the so-called "Dao"!

"Tell me who you are!"

This time it was the person who resisted Wang Zhi's heart who spoke out.

However, although there are obvious differences in the voices of the two people, they have the same indescribable quality. It is inexplicable, as if a knife has been cut in the throat, making people feel uncomfortable all the time.

"Brother, please put away your weapons. We are not bad people, we are just students from Chang'an. He calls him Wang Chang, and I call him Zhao Sheng... let's make an appointment to travel to Zhongtian together."

"Traveling through the sky..."

One of the voices repeated Li Ping'an's words, seeming to be thinking about something, and then his attitude softened a lot.

"Then don't be afraid when you come around. We are the owners of these dried fish, and we are villagers from nearby Mao Village. We are not bad people."

"Maocun"......

Li Ping'an and Wang Zhi were convinced that this was the name of the village.

The two of them turned around slowly, but seemed a little calm. After all, their current positioning is that they are practitioners whose induction realm is close to the Taoist base. Naturally, they will not be afraid of a few ordinary people. It is just out of etiquette, and because of the guilty conscience of picking up the dried fish and criticizing it, they did not take any action.

However, when Wang Zhixin and Li Ping'an turned around, Li Ping'an couldn't help but let out a "yeah", a little surprised. The faces of the two men became condensed. One of them, who was tall, had a face that was immediately full of hostility, but he was surprised. Another one who was slightly shorter stopped him.

"No need to make a fuss. These villagers are a mixture of Shui Tribe and human. There is more or less Shui Tribe blood flowing in their blood, which is why they look like this."

Wang Zhixin slowly communicated with Li Pingan and explained.

It turned out that when they turned around, they saw that these two people had dull expressions, their lips and teeth were extremely prominent, their faces were naturally stiff, and their eyes were wide open, with many whites, slightly offset to the sides of their skulls, as if they were constantly turning. With

——If you insist on calling it a normal human race, you can count it, but by normal standards, it is too ugly.

"Sorry, both of you, my friend has never seen anyone with the blood of the Spirit Race, so he was a little surprised for a while, please forgive me.

My maternal grandmother also has some Eldest blood. It’s hard to believe that she was related to the two of you thousands of years ago! "

Wang Zhixin saw this and came to the rescue.

The two men couldn't help but look at Wang Zhixin with their bulging eyes. Seeing that his stiff and stiff face seemed to have a vague shadow of them, they whispered a few words they couldn't understand. , when he turned around again, there was forgiveness and kindness in his eyes.

"It's okay. It's naturally the first time we see people with the blood of the Spirit Race, so it's understandable that we're a little surprised. My friend, tell your companions to be more careful, otherwise the Shuiyuan Fairy Mother will punish you."

Wang Zhixin then apologized with a stiff face.

Li Pingan was stunned——

"Aren't you the only child of the Wang family in Lin'an? Grandma heard that you were a famous cultivator from the Liu family in Zhoushan. How come you became the Shui tribe?"

"I made it up."

Listening to Li Ping'an's voice transmission without leaving any trace, Wang Zhixin's reply was unambiguous.

Ah, after hearing this, grandma was probably going to use the sacred tree to kill Wang Zhixin with a few beams of divine light.

If it weren't for these two watching, Li Ping'an would have wanted to hold his forehead - following Brother Zhang, this Lao Wang didn't know anything else. He told lies with his eyes open, and he was very good at making decisions according to the wind, as if he was carved from the same mold.

"However, we hit the right note. Brother Li, you chose the method of walking along the Cangjiang River. You won the prize when you landed on the shore."

Before Li Pingan could react, Wang Zhixin blocked his mouth with these words, making him look serious.

"you sure?"

"I'm sure I've heard what they just said before."

Is that not familiar? In other people's ears, that might be a normal dialect. However, before Wang Zhixin established contact with Taisu for the first time, under the illumination of Taisu's infinite light, the distorted nonsense that filled the Zhongtian world was not exactly the same as that thing just now. from?

According to Zhang Qinghe, this is a language related to the so-called spiritual world. It is self-evident what it is talking about.