The rules of survival of the magic stick

"What the hell? The monk of Daming Temple? Are you talking about the rumored disciple, the national teacher?" Tang Su looked at the old man who was speaking in horror!

He didn't understand, no matter how he looked at him, he looked like a big fool, how could he be a national teacher?Although it can be vaguely seen that this person is handsome, but can handsome be eaten?Obviously not!

In Tang Su's view, there are too many monks in this country, and every monk can be called a master, but here, the most shameless people are the people from Daming Temple, not to mention the one who says he is a master. The stinky monk with a short-lived face is gone, starting from today, this Liangzi, he is married to that stinky monk!

"Little brother, if you have nothing to do today, let's go first, after all, today is Ghost Festival!" The old man started to pack his things while talking!

This old man sells portraits and buys portraits here all day long!The key to selling is Tang Su's own portrait!

Although so far, no one has discovered that he is the young master they said is dead!

But he was curious then, why did that smelly monk hold his own portrait in his hand, did he also come to chase and kill him?

After thinking about it, Tang Su felt that the whole thing was a little scary. Thinking of the days after his death, he sighed helplessly!

The old man standing behind him happened to hear Tang Su's sigh, and he said helplessly: "You said that you have nothing to do all day, and you don't think you are a useless person. Alas, boy, listen to the old man's persuasion. It’s better to find a serious job, do it first, don’t be a magic stick!”

Hearing this sentence, Tang Su felt a little unhappy. Before he had suspended his suspended animation, he was not like this. He was a person who wanted wind and rain, but after he suspended animation, the only thing he could do was This is it, only by doing this, will people not find that he is still alive!

Tang Su is actually a little sad, how many people think he is a waste, but how many people know his previous identity?

He couldn't help sighing, and said, "Master, so many people bought that person's portrait, could it be that they wanted to peek at his beauty?"

While talking, Tang Su walked up to the painter, and he picked up the painting with an indecipherable look in his eyes.

After seeing Tang Su like this, the painter flipped a white smoke and said: "When Tang Yanyu was alive, I don't know how many women's dreams. He has an extraordinary appearance, and even his brain is smart. Many celebrities would buy his. Portraits, since Tang Yanyu's death, his portraits are the best sellers in July and a half, Tang Yanyu is famous at a young age, and was named Lord Marquis by the Holy Lord, tsk tsk, that is a fairy-like figure!"

The painter stroked his beard while talking, he finally sighed and said: "Oh, it's a pity that he died in the end, man, that's how life is, it's a pity that a person like him died so early Already!"

If others heard others talking about themselves like this, they would definitely be very happy, but Tang Su couldn't be happy at all!

That's right, Tang Su is Tang Yanyu, and he planned the fake death at the beginning. If he didn't fake death, he would really be killed by someone!

It was already very late, and in the evening, it started to rain lightly, but after the rain, it was much cooler. In this Nanling City, a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers were planted, and the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus was everywhere. Tang Su couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and walked out of his hut in a piece of clothing, carrying a dilapidated lantern, and walked slowly by the river. There were many lanterns in the river, how many of them were there Most of them are written in memory of the dead.

One of the lanterns has the words "Linglong dice and red beans, you don't know the lovesickness in your bones" written on it.

Tang Su looked melancholy, and said in a sad tone: "This year, many people are probably paying homage to me, who has 'dead'? Although I am not in the Jianghu, there is still my place in the Jianghu! Alas, life, huh, It's so dramatic!"

He seemed to have suddenly come to his senses. At such a time, no one would come out in the middle of the night, but Tang Su seemed not afraid of meeting ghosts, standing by the river, staring blankly at the lights in the river. !

Tang Su is not afraid of ghosts and gods, what he fears is human nature, and the viciousness of human nature is always more terrifying than ghosts and gods!

A gust of cold wind blew by the river, Tang Su shivered involuntarily, and suddenly became sober. When he was about to go back, he smelled an extremely unpleasant smell, like the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus mixed with Mixed with some blood, this taste is simply disgusting!

Tang Su frowned. He sniffed the smell again, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that group of people followed to Nanling? What's the purpose this time?"

When Tang Su faked his death back then, he didn't hide his name in Nanling City for fun!He was hunted down back then and had nowhere to go, so he chose to feign death!

He always remembered that when he was escaping, this strange smell was always around him. Those days surrounded him like a nightmare!

He definitely won't remember it wrong, this smell can only be found in that group of people.

Thinking of this, Tang Su felt a little chilly in his heart, and then walked towards the place where the smell was coming out. He stared at the road ahead very carefully, for fear that if he was not careful, he would bump into that group of people!

However, along the way, Tang Su didn't encounter any suspicious people. Following the direction he was walking, Tang Su came to the Yuanyang Bridge in a strange way. The only sound in Tang Su's ears was his own footsteps, except for him. The sound of footsteps, and no other sound.

The Yuanyang Bridge was quiet and terrifying. After arriving here, the smell of blood became stronger. The dim moon illuminated the general scene. Under the Yuanyang Bridge, there were several beggars lying motionless on the ground, like It was half asleep.

When Tang Su approached, he realized that they were all dead, and the surrounding ground was covered with their blood!

The previous fire had been completely extinguished. After Tang Su saw this scene, he frowned and said: "So it really came, hehe, it seems that these beggars didn't provoke them, they actually used Linglong Gu, what is their purpose?"

Tang Su squatted down, then glanced at the shape of the corpse, snorted coldly, and said, "Baixiang Pavilion, I'm after you! Brothers, I'm sorry to disturb your sleepiness!"