There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.
There are no statues of gods enshrined in the temple, and there is a man with clay legs sitting on the altar.
This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of very thick eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, like copper bells, but he only had one eye, and he only wore a black cloth cover over his left eye.
His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet. This man was sitting crookedly on the magic table. He looked more bandit than a bandit, and tougher than a tough one. When he opened his mouth, There is something ferocious about it.
And under the magic case, there are three people sitting, namely Wang Yizhao, who treats people like chickens, Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan Swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo from the silver spear family.
These three people are usually full of magic and domineering, but at this moment, each of them is downcast, with a look of fear and fear on their faces.
The big man with mud-legs laughed and said: "Hahaha... I'm sorry, I asked you three little turtles to gamble, but I'm not asking you to die. What are you afraid of?"
The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him. They lowered their heads and said nothing. The big man with mud legs snorted twice, looking extremely bored. He spit out the chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.
He originally thought he was an old man, but his appearance was different. He was looking down at the book and not looking at the road. He looked a little dull. He was actually a young and white-headed scholar.
There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.
There are no statues of gods enshrined in the temple, and there is a man with clay legs sitting on the altar.
This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of very thick eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, like copper bells, but he only had one eye, and he only wore a black cloth cover over his left eye.
His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet. This man was sitting crookedly on the magic table. He looked more bandit than a bandit, and tougher than a tough one. When he opened his mouth, There is something ferocious about it.
And under the magic case, there are three people sitting, namely Wang Yizhao, who treats people like chickens, Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan Swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo from the silver spear family.
These three people are usually full of magic and domineering, but at this moment, each of them is downcast, with a look of fear and fear on their faces.
The big man with mud-legs laughed and said: "Hahaha... I'm sorry, I asked you three little turtles to gamble, but I'm not asking you to die. What are you afraid of?"
The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him. They lowered their heads and said nothing. The big man with mud legs snorted twice, looking extremely bored. He spit out the chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.
He originally thought he was an old man, but his appearance was different. He was looking down at the book and not looking at the road. He looked a little dull. He was actually a young and white-headed scholar.
There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.
There are no statues of gods enshrined in the temple, and there is a man with clay legs sitting on the altar.
This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of very thick eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, like copper bells, but he only had one eye, and he only wore a black cloth cover over his left eye.
His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet. This man was sitting crookedly on the magic table. He looked more bandit than a bandit, and tougher than a tough one. When he opened his mouth, There is something ferocious about it.
And under the magic case, there are three people sitting, namely Wang Yizhao, who treats people like chickens, Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan Swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo from the silver spear family.
These three people are usually full of magic and domineering, but at this moment, each of them is downcast, with a look of fear and fear on their faces.
The big man with mud-legs laughed and said: "Hahaha... I'm sorry, I asked you three little turtles to gamble, but I'm not asking you to die. What are you afraid of?"
The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him. They lowered their heads and said nothing. The big man with mud legs snorted twice, looking extremely bored. He spit out the chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.
He originally thought he was an old man, but his appearance was different. He was looking down at the book and not looking at the road. He looked a little dull. He was actually a young and white-headed scholar.
There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.
There are no statues of gods enshrined in the temple, and there is a man with clay legs sitting on the altar.
This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of very thick eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, like copper bells, but he only had one eye, and he only wore a black cloth cover over his left eye.
His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet. This man was sitting crookedly on the magic table. He looked more bandit than a bandit, and tougher than a tough one. When he opened his mouth, There is something ferocious about it.
And under the magic case, there are three people sitting, namely Wang Yizhao, who treats people like chickens, Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan Swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo from the silver spear family.
These three people are usually full of magic and domineering, but at this moment, each of them is downcast, with a look of fear and fear on their faces.
The big man with mud-legs laughed and said: "Hahaha... I'm sorry, I asked you three little turtles to gamble, but I'm not asking you to die. What are you afraid of?"
The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him. They lowered their heads and said nothing. The big man with mud legs snorted twice, looking extremely bored. He spit out the chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.
He originally thought he was an old man, but his appearance was different. He was looking down at the book and not looking at the road. He looked a little dull. He was actually a young and white-headed scholar.
There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.
There are no statues of gods enshrined in the temple, and there is a man with clay legs sitting on the altar.
This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of very thick eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, like copper bells, but he only had one eye, and he only wore a black cloth cover over his left eye.
His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet. This man was sitting crookedly on the magic table. He looked more bandit than a bandit, and tougher than a tough one. When he opened his mouth, There is something ferocious about it.
And under the magic case, there are three people sitting, namely Wang Yizhao, who treats people like chickens, Sun Tiannan, the "Tiannan Swordsman", and Qiu Qingbo from the silver spear family.
These three people are usually full of magic and domineering, but at this moment, each of them is downcast, with a look of fear and fear on their faces.
The big man with mud-legs laughed and said: "Hahaha... I'm sorry, I asked you three little turtles to gamble, but I'm not asking you to die. What are you afraid of?"
The three of them didn't dare to raise their eyes to look at him. They lowered their heads and said nothing. The big man with mud legs snorted twice, looking extremely bored. He spit out the chicken bones casually, and suddenly saw another person.
He originally thought he was an old man, but his appearance was different. He was looking down at the book and not looking at the road. He looked a little dull. He was actually a young and white-headed scholar.
There is a small Xuantan Temple at the foot of Mount Emei.
There are no statues of gods enshrined in the temple, and there is a man with clay legs sitting on the altar.
This man had a face like the bottom of a pot, a big beard on his face, a pair of very thick eyebrows, and his eyes were wide open, like copper bells, but he only had one eye, and he only wore a black cloth cover over his left eye.
His trousers were rolled up to his knees, his legs were as black as iron, and he only had a pair of straw sandals on his feet. This man was sitting crookedly on the altar,
