He and the gray-haired old man were separated by more than ten feet. Chang thought that they had been chatting without a word. Just now they were fighting each other to death, like sworn enemies who tried their best to destroy each other, but now they were harmonious and harmonious. Chang Siguo is used to chatting awkwardly together.
He has experienced enough ups and downs over the years and has met all kinds of characters.
As long as there are common demands or interests, shake hands and make peace with each other.
He also cut off the opponent's three weapons, no one was hurt, and neither of them suffered a loss. However, looking at the slender woman whose face was invisible, she felt a little resentful and dissatisfied with him as "one of our own". Holding the broken blade, he glanced at him from time to time.
Chang Siguo ignored them, blaming him for not killing one or two of them because the strong man was strong enough.
About a quarter of an hour later, the stout man and another tall, strong man with mud on his face came over.
Chang Siguo looked at the tall and strong man and could tell that he was more powerful than the strong man.
The gray-haired old man took an old brown wooden box. After opening it, he took out a dark red token from the black silk cloth, and used a trace of true energy to hold the token and send it to Chang Si's death. forward.
Chang Siguo took a quick look and recognized that this token was indeed left by the old Taoist.
It was too familiar to him. It was just like the light and shadow token of "Palm Punishment" in his mind. The pattern, shape, color, etc. were all the same, except that there was no seal engraved golden cauldron with the word "Palm Punishment" on it.
He used his clairvoyance technique to check that there was no manipulation on the token. Chang Siguo then stretched out his left hand to take the token.
After feeling silently for a moment, the old Taoist didn't leave a single word. Only the vague breath on it proved that it was from the old Taoist's hand. He took the token into his arms and said, "It is indeed a token left by the old Taoist to me. I'm here. I have often thought about it, and I have met you all. I have offended you many times before, and I am very grateful to you all."
The gray-haired old man laughed loudly, his eyebrows were dancing, and he jumped up to Chang Siguo's side and shouted, "I've been looking forward to seeing you. Let's go back to the village to talk in detail." He slapped his forehead again and laughed at himself, "Look at me. I am so happy and confused, old man, my name is Ji Xingchen, you call me brother Ji, old Ji Ducheng, well, I have been waiting for you for more than five thousand years."
Speaking of the latter part, I felt a little sad.
Chang Siguo didn't know what he meant, but he could see that several people were very excited after he acknowledged the token.
The excitement that comes from the heart cannot be faked, and one can feel that the way several people look at him is the kindness of one of their own.
The tall and strong man who came later smiled and cupped his hands, "I'm Shen Tuhong, I've met Brother Chang." He pointed at the stout man, the slender woman, and the tall and thin man and introduced them one by one, "Shen Tujing, Ji Youling, Niu Guanping, you can't beat me." We know each other. Let’s go, Brother Chang, our village hasn’t been lively for a long time.”
Chang Siguo bowed his hands to greet a few people. With the relationship of Lao Dao, he felt relieved to follow them to the north.
The rocks are rugged and pathless, and the climate is getting increasingly harsh and cold.
After walking for more than fifty miles, there was not a single solitary tree. The front was covered with gray fog, and there were occasional void shards hidden in the fog. Under the leadership of the gray-haired old man, there was no danger.
After walking for more than ten miles, Ji Xingchen pointed to the shadowy area ahead and said with a smile, "We're here."
Hearing a few whistles in the distance, after getting a response from here, there was the sound of gongs and drums, and the tune was cheerful. Chang Siguo didn't study music much, so he could only listen to a lively scene. It felt a bit like what he heard when he was in Sihuang City. A welcome song in the army.
After walking another three miles, when we got closer, we saw clearly that the shadow in the mist turned out to be a city wall made of rocks. The rocks on the city wall were severely weathered, and many of the walls on both sides were damaged. It was obvious that it had been there for a long time.
There are dozens of people on the city wall, either with small drums tied around their waists or small gongs in their hands, dancing vigorously and percussively with exaggerated dance steps.
At the dark city gate, there were hundreds of people waiting to greet them. Most of them were wearing animal skin robes and their faces were not smeared with mud. They were men, women, old and young. The person at the front was an old man who looked like he was leaning on crutches and had a stooped back. His cultivation level was not very high. , but everyone respects the rickety old man.
Ji Xingchen walked a few steps quickly and bowed to the old man on crutches, "Mr. Jin, we have invited our distinguished guests."
After saying that, he stepped aside and stretched out his hand to signal Chang Siguo to come forward.
The rickety old man looked up and down at the powerful Chang Siguo, with a childlike smile on his old face that looked like dry tree bark, and said, "I heard that you defeated three of Jing and the others with your martial arts. You are worthy of being the successor of the old Taoist priest. I highly recommend you." sharp"
Chang Siguo also looked at the frail old man, and said with cupped hands, "Old man, Chang got some advantages by taking advantage of his weapons. I competed with Brother Shen Tu, but we couldn't win or lose."
Mr. Jin laughed so hard that he coughed several times.
Ji Xingchen said hurriedly, "It's windy outside the city. Mr. Jin, let's invite the guests into the village to talk." He put his right hand on Mr. Jin's back and helped Mr. Jin straighten his breathing.
Mr. Jin beat his chest with his free left hand. After a moment, he straightened up and said, "Finally I've been waiting for you, little friend Chang, please come inside."
"Please, Mr. Jin"
Chang Siguo followed and walked into the city gate with a torch.
He had many doubts, but he didn't ask them for now, and would slowly understand them after he sat down.
This group of people all have good physical training skills, but the old man looks the weakest. He doesn't understand that it took more than five thousand years and countless generations for the old Tao to arrange such a group of people here to guard the opportunity. ?
After walking into the doorway, which was more than ten feet deep, my vision suddenly became clear and the fog was gone.
He looked up and saw a stone knife more than ten feet high standing in the middle of the small town. It was gray in color and made of ordinary stone. The tip of the knife was stuck in the ground and the handle was facing upward. The style was similar to the killing knife he had conquered. They are somewhat similar, except that the stone knife in front of them is too huge, making it look a little more intimidating.
Elder Jin waved his hand slightly, and the other cultivators who were surrounding him and those who were singing and dancing at the top of the city retreated quietly.
Only the gray-haired old man Ji Xingchen and Shen Tuhong, Shen Tujing and Ji Youling were left.
Chang Siguo silently looked at the stone knife with his clairvoyance technique. The old Taoist gave him a hint: "Pull out the stone knife and break through the boundary." It turned out that it was such a big stone knife. Apart from using the technique of pulling out the roots of the mountain, there was no other way to completely pull out such a huge stone knife. The stone knife.
Observing the blue starlight in my mind again, the light spots flickered slightly and overlapped with this place.
The opportunity is here, related to the stone knife.
Immediately, Chang Siguo discovered that there was only a little bit of chill in the city. Compared with the cold weather, ice crystal covering, and howling wind outside the city, this place was already a paradise-like place to escape from the world. The ground was flat, neat and clean.
Most of the houses in the village are built with cut and flat stones, which are square and solid.
The streets are lined with low, thick, ancient trees with intertwined roots. Their leaves are small, thick, and dark green in color. There are a few unknown flowers and plants dotted in front and behind the buildings, making them look a little more lively.
Even so, this place is still under the rules of forbidden law, and the spiritual energy is extremely thin.
He couldn't use his magic power. ,,
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