So angry? What's this name?
Xia Zhichan and Nan Er looked at each other, and he signaled the latter to let go of the old man.
"Ouch..."
The old man felt that his right arm was about to be twisted off, and the bones were about to crack. He sucked in air-conditioning from the pain, and it took him a long time to recover.
"Tell me, what are you here for?"
Xia Zhichan held the black cat in his arms. He poured a cup of tea and motioned for the old man to sit down and talk.
"Hey, my old bones almost made you kick me to pieces..."
The old man rubbed his lower back and sat down slowly.
He looked at the yellow paper charms scattered everywhere and the peach wood sword that had been smashed in half, his eyes full of heartache.
He had worked hard day and night to draw those yellow talismans over the past few days, and he had even spent a lot of money to buy the peach wood sword.
"I have traveled around the world for many years. Is it easy to save such a small fortune? Alas, my Nine Heavens Exorcism Demon and Demon Subduing Talisman and the Supreme Demon-Slaying Peach Wood Sword inherited from my ancestors have been ruined by you juniors. You want to..."
The old man babbled a lot, actually intending to take the opportunity to blackmail Xia Zhichan and the two of them. However, he talked for a long time, and before the last word "compensation" was uttered, he saw the black cat.
"To...you...youkai!"
The black cat with smooth fur was lying in Xia Zhichan's arms, using the corner of her sleeve to rub the nails of her front paws, and wagging her tail.
In the eyes of others, he is just a cute black kitten.
But in the eyes of an experienced person who has opened his Yin and Yang eyes and can distinguish evil spirits, the cat is like a mist that is constantly exuding black energy.
A pair of scarlet eyes emerged from the black mist, and their cold and resentful eyes were as creepy as an unsheathed sword.
"monster!"
The old man fell off the stool with a pop. He seemed to have forgotten the pain on his body. He ran to a corner of the room on both hands and feet, and took advantage of the situation to hold the half-broken peach wood sword in his hand.
"Don't come over! I am the 28th generation direct disciple of Jiutian Exorcist Patriarch. If you dare to come over, I will beat you!"
As he spoke, the old Taoist also assumed a sword-holding posture.
To be honest, if the Taomu sword hadn't been broken, those postures would have looked pretty good.
But now the Taomu Sword is also broken. The old Taoist was beaten up by Nan Er before. His whole body is covered with dirt, one of his front teeth was knocked out, and his speech is a bit leaky.
So the more I look at the poses, the more ridiculous they become.
"The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, the Tathagata Buddha will soon appear..."
"Wait, Tathagata Buddha? What do you believe in?"
As Nan Er listened, he suddenly heard Tathagata Buddha coming from the old Taoist's mouth. He stopped the old Taoist's words with a scolding.
"You said it wrong, a slip of the tongue. It's all because you beat Pindao so hard that he even lost his head..."
"Can you blame me?"
Nan Er looked back at Xia Zhichan, who just shrugged and made a helpless expression.
"Hey! Stop talking nonsense..."
The old Taoist took off his Taoist crown and let his gray hair fall down. He pinched Dao Jue with his left hand, stepped on the Big Dipper with his feet, and muttered something:
"Heaven Lingling, Earth Lingling, the Nine Heavens Exorcist Patriarch will soon appear..."
Hey!
The old Taoist bit off the middle finger of his left hand, wiped it on the half-broken peach wood sword, and then stabbed forward suddenly.
There was a flash of red light, and the blood seeped onto the peach wood sword and turned into twisted and changing patterns.
A foot-long sword light actually popped out of the broken sword.
Xia Zhichan nodded in surprise. He found that the old Taoist was still more or less good at it. With this experienced hand, there is no problem in killing some ordinary ghosts.
"Slay demons and demons as quickly as the law dictates!"
As he spoke, the peach wood sword trembled and flew up.
Whoosh——
The Taomu Sword ran straight towards the black cat in Xia Zhichan's arms.
Meow~
The black cat jumped out of Xia Zhichan's arms and landed on the tea table in front of him. She wagged her tail, stretched out her front paws and patted lightly.
Snapped!
The mahogany sword that was speeding towards him was slapped on the table by Black Cat.
Before the sword light composed of red patterns penetrated the black cat's fur, it was swallowed up and dissolved by the black evil spirit wrapped around her body.
"this……"
The old man's eyes widened. He looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, and his jaw almost dropped in shock.
"Meow~"
The black cat squatted down, using the half-cut mahogany sword as a scratching post to sharpen his nails, and scratched the sword with his two front paws.
"You...you go too far!"
"Hey, old man. We need to be reasonable when we talk. You rushed in out of nowhere and started talking a lot with a mahogany sword..."
Nan Er found it a bit funny. He looked at the black cat who was having fun playing with the mahogany sword, and then at the old Taoist with empty hands, and couldn't help but laugh:
"Why did we end up bullying others too much? Are you being reasonable or not?"
"I...I...I am very old, and I was bullied by you two juniors..."
The old man was so angry that he blew out his beard. He pointed at Nan Er with a trembling finger:
"Don't think that I'm afraid of you just because you have fairy aura..."
"Full of fairy energy?"
Nan Er scratched his head in confusion. Why was he so full of immortal energy? This doesn't sound like a curse word.
"And you! You actually dare to raise evil things. You will definitely die a bad death in the future."
This sentence is about Xia Zhichan.
"Meow~"
The black cat meowed, dropped the peach wood sword that he had been playing with just now, and walked towards the old road with standard cat steps.
"Alas, don't come over here..."
The old man was so frightened that he quickly took several steps back and pressed his whole body against the wall.
"return."
Xia Zhichan shouted, and the black cat stretched out its claws towards the old man. It seemed to mean that if you continue to talk nonsense, I will slap you to death.
Then he walked back to Xia Zhichan's arms with cat steps.
"Old Master, can you please speak carefully? A cat scared you like this?"
Nan Er looked at Lao Dao's timid appearance and smiled.
"You... what are your origins? Even if you die, you must let Pindao know clearly."
The old Taoist frowned and said with a bitter face.
"Old Taoist, you don't understand the rules of the world? Before asking others where they are, you should first tell yourself where you are..."
Nan Er sat down, put a tea cup in front of him, and then slowly poured a cup of tea.
After taking a sip of tea, he continued:
"Besides, when did we say we wanted your life?"
"You don't want my life, then that..."
The old man pointed at the black cat in Xia Zhichan's arms, then quickly retracted his finger as if he was afraid that she would see it.
Xia Zhichan shook his head and smiled. With a flick of the sleeve of his left hand, the black cat obediently slipped back into the sleeve of his left hand and disappeared.
"Huh - I'm scared to death."
When the old man saw the black cat disappearing, he let out a sigh of relief.
Xia Zhichan put down a teacup on the opposite side of her tea table, then poured a cup of tea and made a gesture to sit down.
The old Taoist wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with his right sleeve, and then sat down at the tea table shivering.
Gudong——
After drinking the tea in one gulp, the old Taoist calmed down.
He twirled his beard and said slowly:
"There are thousands of tall buildings on the mountain, and the ghosts on the top of Chunyang Mountain are worried."
Jianghu spring code is a slang term in Jianghu.
"Oh, people from Chunyang Mountain..."
Nan Er nodded.
Although Xia Zhichan has been traveling in the world for several years, she doesn't know how to do it. Just because the code words of the Spring Code were passed down orally from master to disciple, he had never learned these.
On the contrary, Nan Er is very familiar with these secret words in the world. He studied martial arts since he was a child, and later traveled around the world with his master. What he saw and heard was much richer than Xia Zhichan.
He cupped his hands and said in a deep voice:
"There are thousands of tall buildings on the mountain, and the Kunlun Mountains are the same from all over the world."
"Kunlun Mountain...loose cultivators?"
There are many mountains in the secret language, but Kunlun Mountain alone represents casual cultivators who have no sect inheritance.
The old Taoist looked at the two people in front of him and murmured in his heart: One of these two people is full of immortality and is not a mortal, and the other one is raising a demon in his sleeve, which is even more mysterious.
When did such a powerful character appear among casual cultivators?
Being a casual cultivator means that there is no sect and no master. Such people are usually at the bottom of the martial arts world. After all, some advanced and top martial arts are controlled by major Jianghu sects and are generally not easily spread to others.
"You two are also here to catch monsters at Zhao's house?"
The old Taoist was unwilling to let go of the Zhao family's fat piece of meat, but he knew very well that he couldn't afford to offend these two people in front of him.
"yes."
Nan Er nodded.
The old Taoist forced a smile, cupped his hands and said:
"Since you two are here, I will stop showing my shame and take my leave."
Xia Zhichan said nothing, and Nan Er could only nod in agreement.
If the old man was pardoned, he turned around and left quickly without even having time to take the yellow paper charms scattered on the ground and the peach wood sword that was broken into two pieces.
Xia Zhichan glanced sideways at Nan Er. He didn't understand the Chun Dian codeword just now, but it was difficult to ask questions in front of an experienced person.
Nan Er saw Xia Zhichan's confused look. He thought for a moment and knew what Xia Zhichan wanted to know, so he said without waiting for the other party to ask:
"What I just talked about is a code word in Jianghu. It is a way for people in Jianghu to identify each other after meeting."
Nan Er dipped his finger in tea and wrote four words on the table:
"Buddha, mountain, stream, child."
"Generally when people in the world meet, they will ask, 'How many lotus flowers are blooming in front of the Buddha? How many tall buildings are there on the mountain? Where does the stream in front of the door go? Where does the shepherd boy go to herd the sheep?'"
"These four sentences represent the four largest forces in the world. They are the Tiefo Temple in the four northwest states, the Mountain Alliance in the six southeastern states, the Longmen Gang on the waterway, and the Muwang Dazhai outside the pass."
"Among them, the Mountain Alliance is the loosest. It is actually an alliance formed by the mountain villages and sects from all over the southeast."
"What the old Taoist said about 'ghosts on the top of Chunyang Mountain seeing sorrow' means that he is from Chunyang Mountain..."
It was probably the first time that Nan Er showed his knowledge of the world in front of Xia Zhichan. His words made his mouth dry, so he quickly poured a cup of tea and took a sip:
"Among the many mountains, only what I call 'Kunlun Mountain' does not represent specific sects and villages, but simply refers to casual cultivators without sect inheritance."
"oh."
Xia Zhichan nodded.
…
Outside the house, the old man walked out quickly. He saw Young Master Zhao and all the servants looking at him with strange eyes.
He looked up and down quickly.
Now his hair is disheveled, his robe is covered in dust, and he still has a slight limp when he walks after being beaten by Nan Er, not to mention his front teeth that are leaking.
Now I am as embarrassed as I want to be.
"Master Dao, what are you..."
This was the first time for Zhao Bin, the son of the Zhao family, to see such a wretched look from an old Taoist who had always acted like an old god in front of him, and he didn't know what to say.
"Oh, don't mention it, this..."
The old Taoist was embarrassed to say that he was beaten up by someone when he rushed in. The peach wood sword he bought at a huge price became a scratching post for someone's pet cat.
He could only ponder for a moment, then twirling his beard and pretending to be profound, he said:
"Master Zhao, this evil spirit in your family is so powerful that even a poor man can't control it..."
When Zhao Bin heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He went up to support the old man and said:
"Master Dao, is there anything else you can do? Money is not an issue, as long as you can get rid of the evil spirits in your home..."
When it comes to money, the old man gets a little excited. But then I thought about the two people in the room that I really couldn't afford to offend. What should I do?
I was worried, and suddenly I had a flash of inspiration.
"Mr. Zhao, if you can..., maybe you can give it a try."
The old Taoist whispered in Zhao Bin's ear, and the latter quickly nodded in agreement, indicating that there was no problem, and then quickly went to prepare with his servant.
"Hahaha……"
The old Taoist went to an unused room, changed out of his dirty Taoist robes, and asked the little Taoist boy to recombine his bun and put on the Taoist crown.
He flicked the whisk in his hand.
"Those two people will be killed by random swords today."
