He knew that Qi Wushuo recognized the old man, but he had traveled all over the world in his life, and also knew that such a person would not stay in the same place for a long time. When he parted, he would give him at most some fate, but he would not give anything extraordinary. Huo did not follow his feet, so he extended the land and mountain god he knew to let Qi Wuhuo meet, and invited several people to sit down at a round table, took out the wine pot and poured wine. Tao Taigong smiled and said:

"However, why is the evil spirit in this town so big?"

The tiger replied: "A evil practitioner who refines Yinsheng."

After sweeping the sleeves, the Taoist man had already rolled on the ground like a gourd.

The Taoist priest fell to the ground and wanted to escape again, but he looked up but was stunned.

When I saw this place, only the mountain gods were there.

Next to the stone table, plum blossoms and trees were blooming, and the immortals were drinking, and the young man was in it.

He lowered his head and watched his Dharma Vein Jade sticking the names on it light up one by one.

The Taoist only felt bitter in his mouth, but he raised his feet but couldn't take any more steps.

It is bitter, it is bitter.

I, what kind of stone slab I kicked...

He staggered and bowed.

Just worship to the end.

The tiger held the wine pot and poured the wine, looked at Qi Wuhuo and said, "Wuhuo, what do you want to ask, just ask."

Qi Wuhuo looked at the Taoist whose face was filled with pleasant smiles.

That year, the scene of a tragedy in the world appeared in my mind. The flags and flags on the "vegetable market" that said that the young man lived and took the initiative to enter the vegetable market. All kinds of pictures flashed by Only the talisman texts like rasp are left.

After a long time, he said:

"The waist card around your waist."
Chapter completed!