My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Nan Xiaohui rang the bell a few times, facing the old Taoist priest sitting on the ground under the tree with his eyes closed and meditating, he said depressedly: "Master, we are not chasing corpses, what are we always ringing the bell for, now it is so hot, so we should stop ringing it. "

He covered the top of his head with the bell, and muttered: "There is no sound, eh?!"

The wrist was suddenly grabbed, Nan Xiaohui was startled, turned around and saw a person, that person's eyes were full of heroism, half persecuted, half doubtful, because the distance was too close, Nan Xiaohui felt unable to breathe for a moment, said: "Who are you, What are you doing?"

Xue Huan's eyes were all drawn away by the bell in his hand.The bell sang a few times crisply, and sang a little thickly, knocking a little bit of coolness in the deep forest and green fields.Xue Huan captured the fleeting image in his mind. It was the Tiangong bell sound when the clouds pierced through and the breeze kissed when he was in Tiangong.

Nan Xiaohui didn't have much fighting power, he grabbed his wrist and couldn't pull it back, so he turned his head to his master who told him not to hear what was going on outside the window and only cared about his self-cultivation: "Master, if you don't come to save me, you will have my disciple's body collected."

The old Taoist has a gray beard, wears a Taoist hat and coarse cloth, and holds a bamboo stick by his side, like a fortune-teller on the street.He called him in a low voice, but the man didn't respond at all.

Xue Huan slowed down, let out a long breath, let go of the man's hand, put away the hard-won picture of the Tiangong bell, and said loudly: "Sorry."

He breathed out very slowly, and his voice was low. After apologizing, he explained his impolite behavior just now: "Dare to ask your Excellency where you got this bell. I know this sound very well."

Nan Xiaohui put away the bell after he released his wrist, and after hearing what he said, he straightened his expression and said, "Can you hear the ringtone?"

Before Xue Huan could answer, Wen Shang was puzzled, "Where is the sound?"

"How many times have you heard the bell?"

Nan Xiaohui was not as tall as Xue Huan, with a fair face and a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes. He looked like a child who didn't know much about the world. calm.

"three times."

Hearing Xue Huan's answer, Nan Xiaohui looked leisurely, as if he had accomplished a major event, and lazily shouted behind him: "Master, open your eyes and have a look, the person you are looking for is already there."

The old Taoist resting against the tree moved his noble eyes, but he still didn't open them, his stretched voice was like an old broken piano, and he asked and answered Nan Xiao.

"Can you smell it?"

"Ah."

"several times?"

"three."

After saying that, the old Taoist priest opened his eyes, took in the people in front of him, stood up with his bamboo sticks in his hands, and walked towards Xue Huan with unsteady steps.

When he was still a few steps away from the person, he stopped and looked at the person a few times, including Wen Shang who was beside Xue Huan.

"Is he?" the old Taoist asked.

Nan Xiaohui shook his head: "Probably not, he can't hear."

The old Taoist nodded, "Your Excellency is a predestined person. It is destiny to pass this place. He is about to be entrusted with a great mission. Can you talk to me?"

He is not afraid to scare others when he speaks so loudly, his eyes narrowed after opening for a while, with an unfathomable look.

When Wen Shang passed through Biantang, he felt extremely distrustful of Taoist priests, and directly concluded in his heart that he was a liar.

Although Xue Huan is vigilant, he will not be bluffed by his few words. He came to Biantang after following the ring tone, and now he has found the source of the ring tone. Whether it is good or bad, there is no reason for him to shrink his head when he comes to the door.

But that's what he thought in his heart. He was dubious about what the old man would say later. He was a person from the heavens, and no matter how stupid he was, he couldn't be led by the nose.

However, the old Taoist's first words made the nerves in his temples twitch violently.

"Your Excellency, do you know of the bloody God Slaying Battle 300 years ago?"

Xue Huan's heart was surging, but he didn't utter a word on the surface.

On the contrary, Wen Shang was a little curious when he heard about Tu Shenyong. He had been in the paradise of Nanyu, Xianmen, for a long time. What happened in the outside world was almost blocked by three steps, one wall, five steps and one enchantment, let alone 300 years ago. up.

He thought to himself, does the massacre of the gods mean the massacre of the gods, or is it some other catastrophe.

"What are you going to say?" Xue Huan was lukewarm and somewhat defensive.

The old Taoist said: "300 years ago, there was a massacre of gods in the world. Thousands of demons attacked the mulberry pool of the gods, causing the north of the sky to be stained with blood. The flames of war are extinguished, and the world preaches that evil does not prevail over good."

"Most of the world's stories about the battle between good and evil will say that evil does not overpower good no matter what the outcome is. The purpose is to calm people's hearts and eliminate panic, but we should all know that the heavens paid a heavy price for this. In the end of this battle It is not the victory of Sangchi."

Xue Huan knew, knew that there was this battle, but he didn't know the result, where it started, or where it ended.It seems that he was arranged to instill the three words "Tu Shenyong" in his memory, and he didn't know the fishy wind in it.

"What does this have to do with me?"

The old Taoist snorted lightly and said, "Tiangongling, Tiangongling, who in this world can hear the sound of Tiangongling?"

The Tiangong Bell is a thing in the heavenly world, hanging above the Tiangong, which means wind, and its sound cannot be heard unless it is a god.

This used to be the most common decoration in the heavenly world, but when the mulberry pool was destroyed and the heavenly palace collapsed, only the heavenly palace bell remained in the world; although it was not a powerful artifact, it became the only thing that could distinguish the gods of heaven.

The old Taoist didn't have any hope at all. After all, the heavens suppressed the group of demons with eternal doom, sealed them with their bodies, and didn't even leave a trace of their souls. How could there be fallen angels in the world.

But he didn't want to escape, and occasionally rang the Tiangong bell to find a glimmer of hope.

Xue Huan was thinking in a trance of the bloody god-slaying battle 300 years ago, with corpses everywhere, blood-red world, no grass in the surrounding area, and the surroundings would be destroyed.

"...I don't know, I never..."

"The catastrophe devoured all things, the mulberry pool was closed, and the entire heaven disappeared. This is the punishment of God." The old Taoist said: "My ancestors have been looking for the sons left behind in the heavens since 300 years ago, and they have been passed down from generation to generation until now. People finally showed up."

He leaned on a bamboo stick and turned his back. The black coarse cloth jacket wrapped him straight to the bottom, revealing only a pair of gray cloth shoes, making him look short and old.

"Sacrificing the gods, sacrificed the blood of thousands of living beings, and at the same time as the heavens were shaken, a crack opened in the Tiewei Mountain in the realm of reincarnation, opening the Yin-Yang Dao that has the same origin as the Ghost Dao. The Yin-Yang Dao is another human world. The dark night is the place where ghosts and ghosts dwell."

Wen Shang has heard of Yin-Yang Dao, and the gentleman who taught Xingzheng in the morning class told it before, but it was told as a background story at that time. The gentleman didn’t tell the truth, and he didn’t know if there was an identical human world somewhere in the world. , whether the people inside are all demons and evil things.

Xue Huan was in a daze, and he had never heard of Yin and Yang Dao.

"The Way of Yin and Yang? When will there be more places in the world?"

The old Taoist paused, and said in a low voice, "You don't know the way of yin and yang?"

Nan Xiaohui approached him and asked softly, "Will the Tiangong bell fail?"

Artifacts from 10 years ago, under the consumption of the sun and the moon, may lose their effectiveness or be half-failed one day.

Xue Huan didn't notice the doubt in the old Taoist's tone, and said: "To be honest, I woke up in the world not long ago, and I have been sleeping for some reason."

The old Taoist was silent for a while, "No wonder, the sound of the Tiangong bell has been fruitless for many years." He instructed Nan Xiaohui to say: "Xiao Hui, take the incense box."

"Iris burning incense can be remembered for a moment." The old Taoist took the incense box from Nan Xiao, rubbed a little spiritual fire with two fingers, and put it into the incense box. After a while, lavender smoke came out of the box, and the two strands of smoke were entwined. Ascending, the so-called yin and yang path appeared in front of everyone.

It was just an entrance, and the sky was flashing with purple lightning, connecting to the ground from top to bottom, forming a huge black cockroach, which turned slowly, swallowing everything around it like a big mouth.

"At the very beginning when the Yin-Yang Dao was split, the five masters of Lifeng worked together to seal the entrance of the Yin-Yang Dao by cutting off their souls. Now, after a hundred years of vicissitudes, the sealing power is gradually dissipating. Destroyed once."

"It is a catastrophe for the world and a catastrophe for the common people that the monsters of the Yin and Yang Dao enter the human world. If you don't help, the world will be destroyed."

There is something in the old Taoist's words, and the lingering sound lingers.He pointed Xue Huan to a road with cliffs on both sides. Only by walking forward can there be hope, otherwise the end will be death.

Xue Huan was a little confused, he stroked his train of thought, and said, "Wait a minute, let me think about it, it means that now I have to find this Yin-Yang Dao and seal it again, right?"

The old Taoist: "Yeah." After humming, he choked on his own saliva and coughed.

"How can I believe you?" Xue Huan's tone suddenly changed, and the eagerness for knowledge disappeared before, and he said coldly.

Seeing that the wind was turning the rudder, Wen Shang immediately booed and said, "That's right, what you said is too mysterious, how can you prove what you said, and also, you dress like a Taoist priest, who knows if it was conjured by some evil spirits?" Liar." He had been deeply hurt by it, and he was extremely vigilant.

Nan Xiao let out a sigh of relief, spread his hands, and said to the old Taoist priest: "Look, Master, I said earlier that this is useless work, no one will believe it."

The old Taoist shook his head, the back of his hand holding the bamboo stick had scary veins, he held the incense box in the other hand, and said: "Heavenly palace bells are gods, they can hear the wind, and fallen gods are the leftovers of the heavens. Here, the old Taoist will give you a word... I can't wish in life, I will return to the ghost machine 49 times, and I will know the end, this is the legacy of the great sage Lingjun, the patriarch of the fairy tale of Lifeng."

Xue Huan frowned, in a cloud of mist, and saw the old Taoist throw away the bamboo stick and approach him, the top of his head only reaching his chest; My life is only to find someone who can listen to the bell of the Heavenly Palace. Your Excellency is a saint, and you will descend into the world. I have taught you, so I should lay down my life for the common people in the world. The old Taoist is willing to sacrifice his life to win your trust."

He suddenly missed Xue Huan, his palm was alive, and he hit back.

Xue Huan suddenly turned around.

……

Yan Zhou was listening to the corner of the wall with great enthusiasm, when suddenly the old storyteller charged towards him, he subconsciously poured magic into the palm of his hand, and stabbed him in the chest.

Yan Zhou met Xue Huan's incredulous eyes, lowered his eyes, pulled out his hand, stood where he was, and didn't speak.

The old Taoist vomited a mouth full of blood, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Xue Huan's direction, his strength was gradually taken away.

"Ask the gods to help me...to take care of Xiao Hui."

"This is a gift for you, and also, a gift for Xiao Hui."

After he finished these two sentences, he didn't close his eyes, and the person left first.