Tripod Reverses the Heaven

Go!

This is the most wise choice of the ancient style. Although the old man is an ordinary mortal no matter how he looks, the ancient style knows that it is absolutely just an illusion. The old man is definitely deliberately approaching himself.

I've made up my mind, and the ancient wind is about to rise.

Suddenly, the old man who cut firewood slipped under his feet and fell straight down the hillside. The machete in his hand fell, and his rolling body also scattered the bundle of branches.

Bursts of panic screams came, and the ancient wind was in trouble at that time.

"What should I do? What should I do? What shall we do? "

"Go or not? If the old man really wants to harm me, can he go? "

Gu Feng thought about electricity and analyzed the current situation rapidly.

Obviously, the old man is not a mortal, and he fell on purpose. The purpose is to lead himself past.

"You can't go. This man shouldn't be here to deal with me, or he can do whatever he wants while I meditate. This is testing me... "

Having figured this out, a hanging heart of the ancient wind was slightly put down. As soon as he dodged, he bullied the old man and helped him up.

"Old man, are you okay?"

At this time, a small heart of the ancient wind beat very fast. He was very nervous, which was completely gambling.

If the old man really wants to harm him, now he is throwing himself into the net and looking for death.

The reason why he dares to gamble like this is because the ancient custom is very clear that if the old man wants to harm himself, he can't go even if he wants to go.

"Oh, hey, my waist... Is broken!"

The old man was picked up by the ancient wind, touched his waist and screamed in pain.

"It's okay, it's okay, your waist will be fine."

With that, the ancient wind carried the palm of the hand on the old man's waist, and a gentle law of life circulated in, repairing the broken place.

When helping the old man repair his injury, Gu Feng also specially felt the old man's body and found that the old man's physical quality is really the same as an ordinary old man.

The old man is thin and skinny. His flesh, blood and bones are no different from ordinary people. He doesn't look like a monk's body at all.

"Master, absolute master." Gu Feng was surprised and took back his palm. He knew that the old man was a terrible strong man who could not find out the details. He didn't dare to offend the other party at all.

"Young man, thanks to you, old man, thank you!"

"You're welcome, as long as the old man is all right."

Gu Feng smiled and wanted to laugh.

They say that life is like a play and depends on acting.

Obviously, the old man is not an ordinary person. He pretends to be in front of himself on purpose. What makes people bleed is that he must also cooperate and act together.

"My firewood..."

The old man's eyes quickly shifted away from the ancient wind and looked at the fallen branches. He was very distressed.

"Don't worry, sir. I'll help you!"

Gu Feng smiled. He knew it was time for him to perform, so he took the initiative to come forward, put all the branches together, and helped the old man find the machete.

Asked: "old man, do you still need firewood? I'll help you. " A row of white teeth are exposed. At this time, the ancient style seems to be an enthusiastic Sunshine Youth.

"Well, well, I need to chop another bundle!" The old man also cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing his incomplete old yellow teeth.

"OK, no problem!"

Gu Feng took his knife and rushed directly to the hillside. In a few seconds, he jumped onto a big tree. He waved his machete and cut a branch with one knife.

Just for a short time, there was a pile under the big tree. The ancient wind jumped down, shaved all the branches according to the old man's appearance, and then tied these branches together.

"Old man, have you seen enough?"

"Ha ha, that's enough. Young people nowadays are too impetuous. There are few warm-hearted people like you." The old man got up with a smile and immediately found a pole and planned to carry firewood.

"Old man, let me help you choose. Your waist has just been hurt." Although he said so, the ancient wind thought, "pretend. I'll see you pretend. You always want to show your true face."

At this time, the old custom can almost determine one thing, that is, the old man will not harm him.

The old wind can't see through the old man. There are only two possibilities. First, the old man's cultivation is thousands of miles higher than the ancient style; Second, the old man is really a mortal

"Oh, thank you so much for being so old!"

"No thanks!"

Gu Feng smiled, picked up the load of branches and said, "old man, lead the way in front of you, and I'll send you back."

"Good, good!"

The old man was in a good mood. He found a branch as a crutch and walked slowly in one direction.

While walking, the old man was still chatting with the ancient wind. There was no match, but he just didn't ask some important questions.

To the surprise of the ancient wind, there was a faint road at their feet. Although the path was badly covered by weeds, it could be clearly distinguished that it was indeed a path.

In other words, this place is not really deserted, but someone is walking.

"No, how can there be a road in this Canyon? Isn't it really inhabited? "

Gu Feng didn't understand, so he had to follow the old man all the way.

Staggering, limping, less than half an hour passed.

The scene that surprised the ancient wind appeared again, because in his sight, there was a small courtyard, thatched house.

The smoke from the kitchen on the roof is swirling, and there is a faint fragrance of rice floating out

In the courtyard, there are some branches that are drying neatly. At the entrance of the courtyard, a little yellow dog looked at them and wagged its tail excitedly.

"What's going on? Is it really just an ordinary old man? An ordinary farmer? "

The old wind was silly and looked at the old man again. He was still unable to see through. No matter how he looked, he was an ordinary mortal.

"Deep enough!"

His face remained unchanged, and the old style still followed the old man slowly.

At this time, the old man spoke again: "young man, thank you. This is my home. It must be hard for you to help me gather firewood and take me home. Simply because the old woman has cooked the food, you can have some plain food before you go! "

"So I don't respect it!"

The ancient wind kept up with the old man with a black face and a hard scalp. He wanted to see who the old man was and what was the fishiness of bringing himself here.