Mu Haotian took a closer look and saw a white horse with a red mane leaping high in the morning light, neighing loudly. After landing, it ran straight towards the weirdo, shaking its head and shaking its head, extremely happy.
The weirdo was startled when he saw the white horse.
After a while, it was like having an enlightenment. Suddenly, his sleeves shook. His face was upright and his face was renewed. His left hand was behind his back, and his right hand was placed across his chest, slowly swinging it outward.
The sharp voice said slowly:
"Ride the world on a white horse~~~ Show off your courage in all directions~~ Punish evil with a wooden fish~~~Visit the fairyland in a cassock~~"
The tone is weird, like singing in an opera.
The articles sung by the weirdo are not very technical, nor have much literary talent, but they express their feelings directly.
Mu Haotian was even more confused. Seeing how he had the world in mind and his serious attitude, he found it inexplicably funny. He was also afraid that he would suddenly turn against him. His face twitched for a moment, and it was really hard to hold it in.
As soon as the song was finished, the white horse had already run nearby, stopped beside the weird man, tilted its head and rubbed against him, sticking out its tongue and licking him.
The weirdo rolled his eyes, took out a big white radish, three small carrots, and a few handfuls of yams from his sleeve, and stuffed them all into White Horse's mouth.
Seeing that the white horse was eating happily, the weird man stretched out his hand and pulled the long red mane on its neck, then twisted the non-existent long beard on his chin, shook his head, then looked at Mu Haotian and said:
"Boy Mu, what did you ask me just now?"
Mu Haotian was startled when he saw the white horse's eyes open and closed, and his pupils were as bright as gold. When he heard the horse's greetings from all directions, he quickly calmed down and replied seriously:
"Please tell me your senior's name."
Hearing this, the weirdo quickly straightened up his face, slowly spread his hands across his chest, and started singing again:
"Ride a white horse and travel around the world~~~ Show off your bravery in all directions~~~"
He paused here and said again in a serious voice:
"That's why my name is Ma Sifang!"
Mu Haotian was dumbfounded when he saw him posing and singing again. When he heard the weirdo proudly announced his name at the end, he couldn't bear it any longer and burst into laughter.
Soon he gritted his teeth to hold it in and shouted that something was wrong. When he raised his head, he found that the horse Sifang was also looking at him with a smile, happily sharing his joy.
Mu Haotian was shocked and confused, but after taking a few glances, he felt that Ma Sifang's expression was sincere, and he didn't look like he was hiding a knife in his smile and was ready to turn his back on him and kill him at any time.
He couldn't help but sigh:
"Before I came down the mountain, my master once warned me: 'Exalted people in the world are often shunned by the world, and they are ignorant of human affairs. Their words and deeds cannot be judged by common sense. If you encounter them by chance, you must stay away from them!'
When I saw it today, it did make some sense. Senior Ma's cultivation is obviously very high, but his mind is not like that of an adult. He can be regarded as having gains and losses. He saved my life, and I shouldn't make fun of him no matter what. "
He immediately knelt down on one knee, bowed respectfully to Ma Sifang, and said seriously:
"Senior Ma's life-saving grace..."
I wanted to say that I would be richly rewarded in the future, but suddenly I thought that my ability was low, and with Senior Ma's ability, even if I wanted to repay him, it would be in vain, so I changed my words:
"The boy is so unforgettable!"
Unexpectedly, after hearing these words, Ma Sifang's smile gradually disappeared, and he became anxious and angry, high-fiving him repeatedly:
"Boy Mu, oh boy Mu, the life-saving grace is the kindness of the boss. Oh... this is the greatest kindness in the world! Why don't you repay me?"
Mu Haotian said in surprise:
"You are very willing to repay the favor, but you are a man of little virtue and don't have much gold or silver on your body..."
Shaking his sleeves, there was a clanking sound, and his hands were full, including a black wooden dagger, miscellaneous hidden weapons, talismans and props, and a incomplete rubbing of a Taoist technique.
He raised them all in front of him and said sincerely:
"Senior, just take whatever you like. Or if you come to Daoxuanwu Mountain one day, I will sweep the couch to welcome you. If you need anything, please ask. As long as it doesn't go against your heart, I will obey your orders."
Ma Sifang looked at the sundries in Mu Haotian's hands as if he was interested in them.
After reading it, he said with a smile:
"Senior, I don't even look down on these things, so there's no need to look for you in the future! If senior takes a nap one day, you, Mr. Mu, might just become a little bumpkin like them."
Pointing at three graves not far away, he opened his mouth and laughed for a while, as if he thought of something extremely ridiculous.
The more I laughed, the funnier I felt. The laughter was like thunder, causing ripples in the mud on the ground. There was a constant "crack-plop-plop" sound in the forest, and I don't know how many fruit trees and bird's nests were knocked down.
Mu Haotian covered his ears with his hands and was speechless secretly. There was naturally strong power in his laughter, but he couldn't tell which Wu Shi Tao technique he was practicing.
After a while, Ma Sifang was smiling and laughing. Tears suddenly broke in his eyes and kept rolling down. He let out a long sigh, and the air was filled with loneliness and emptiness.
Mu Haotian was also affected. He suddenly remembered the sad things in his childhood and couldn't help but shed tears.
Ma Sifang stopped quickly and did not wipe it away, letting the tears fall onto his face.
Suddenly he raised a hand, pointed at Mu Haotian's chest, and said with a smile:
"You are so good at using those Pokémon, how can you win people's love? Senior, I think this picture is good, but you can't control it, Mr. Mu, so why not use it to repay your kindness and give it to senior."
Mu Haotian's expression changed, and then he realized the reason for his going around. He subconsciously touched the scroll in his arms, and there was a thump in his heart:
"How did Senior Ma know?"
Before he could speak, Ma Sifang, who was over there, was already looking at his appearance. Fearing that he would not agree, he hurriedly took out a large handful of odds and ends from his cassock, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile:
"Senior, I won't treat you badly. Everything in my palm is an incredible treasure! If you take it outside, you will be robbed of your head. If you give that treasure map to senior, you can choose any three. Take it away.”
Mu Haotian said without thinking:
"Senior, please forgive me, I cannot accept this matter!"
Ma Sifang was very anxious when he heard this, thinking that he didn't like these treasures. In a blink of an eye, he caught a glimpse of the white horse kneeling and licking beside him. He had an idea and solemnly said:
"The name of this divine horse is 'Jiliang'. It has red mane and golden eyes. It runs like lightning and leaves no trace on the snow. It can go up to the sky and into the sea. It can travel thousands of miles in a day. It can also extend your life if you ride it for a long time..."
As he spoke, his voice turned lower and he muttered to himself:
"But what will happen if the white horse layman doesn't have his white horse?"
His face showed a look of struggle and pain, and he had the spirit of a strong man cutting off his wrist, and he said fiercely:
"If Mu Xiaozi gives the treasure map to each other, these divine horses will also be exchanged!"
The Kira horse snorted violently in protest, its golden eyes widened and stared at Mu Haotian fiercely, as if to intimidate him into not agreeing.
Mu Haotian had already discovered the extraordinary nature of this horse. He was stunned by Ma Sifang's bragging. He couldn't help but look at "Jiliang" carefully for a long time. He felt that it was very strange. Maybe what Ma Sifang said Not false.
Nama Sifang expected that he was moved by these chips and was weighing them carefully. He frowned with joy and did not rush. He spread his hands to show his treasure and waited aside.
Kira's horse, however, kept stamping its hooves on the spot, very nervous.
After a while, Mu Haotian came back to his senses, smiled bitterly when he saw this situation, and sighed:
"Senior Ma, this is not a rare thing for a kid to live in. In fact, this thing is temporarily kept for others. It is morally right. I ask for your understanding, senior."
As he spoke, he glanced at Ma Sifang's open hand and saw that there were more than a dozen items scattered on it, all of them shiny and as small as jade.
With his sharp eyes, Mu Haotian saw some shapes, some of which looked like secret talismans, some of which looked like various weapons, some of which were fabrics and clothes, and even a few small rocks in the shape of mountain peaks.
Looking at these exquisite and exquisite so-called "treasures", he suddenly remembered that there is a magical spell in Taoism, commonly known as "the art of pot heaven", which can change the size of objects and even living bodies at will.
As for how to change and the degree of change, it depends on the level of the spell and the level of cultivation of the caster.
Although I only had contact with Ma Sifang for a moment, I felt that he was sincere in nature and would not deceive me. These little things may indeed be rare treasures in the eyes of ordinary people. Among those few books, there may be Taoist practice techniques that you have been thinking about!
Thinking of this, Mu Haotian's heart beat wildly and his breathing became rapid.
He is not a saint, and he would be lying if he said he didn't care. This night's experience made him extremely eager to become stronger! In an instant, there seemed to be two people in my heart who were talking about each other at the same time, desperately trying to convince each other.
A thought suddenly came out of my mind:
"Han Wenjing was seriously injured and was hunted by so many people... If she is in trouble, I will be the only one in the world who knows about it!"
