The First Beastmaster of the Nine Realms

Chapter 2 You old man, are you a normal old man?

Jian Baisan stopped for a moment, grabbed the person next to him and asked, "Brother Huang, Brother Huang! Since you got up, have you seen Old Man Xiong? The one who came a week ago."

She remembered that the small courtyard where Brother Huang lived was the closest to the hut arranged for him in the village. If anyone had seen him, Brother Huang was most likely to have seen him.

The man surnamed Huang shook his head.

The bad premonition in her heart became stronger, she caught up with the first two steps, and went directly to Jian Dahu: "Father, Old Man Xiong is gone!"

Jian Dahu strode forward without stopping. He waved his hands and said, "If you don't see it, you'll be gone. If you shout around for chickens, he might come out."

"No," Jian Baisan's heart was beating wildly, feeling that his tongue was entangled, and he didn't know how to speak.

Although she often listens to books that talk about immortals and ghosts, this is the first time in her life that she encounters such a strange thing, and it still happens to her. The bandits are coming, but what should we do?

Even if there are parents, they can't protect the people on this mountain.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious and frightened she became. In the middle of the night, the shadowless, picture-like face of Old Man Xiong reverberated in her mind over and over again.

"Bao'er, what's the matter?" Qin Sang, Jian Baisan's mother, saw her wet-stained collar with sharp eyes, stepped forward quickly, and asked her with a frown.

"Mother, old man Xiong," Jian Baisan tried to suppress his trembling voice, "that old man Xiong, we have to find him, there must be something wrong with him."

After hearing her daughter's urgent and quick words, Qin Sang's frowning brows slightly relaxed: "You said that this old man Xiong often fails to eat and vomits at night?"

"Yes, ask me for tangerine peel twice."

"Did you see him throw up?"

"I've seen it," Jian Baisan recalled, and said, "He ate something on the first day he came here, and he vomited."

"At least it's not a ghost. Ghosts don't vomit." Qin Sang said, "It can only be someone with supernatural powers."

Jian Er, who had been very quiet next to him, let out a sigh of relief.

"Mom, I'm worried that he's from the government, and he's trying to harm us..."

"It's not like." Qin Sang said, "You said that he was weak a few days ago, it doesn't seem like a fake. Let me ask you, what does that mean?"

Jian Baisan was shocked: "He...he can't do without eating."

"Hmm." Qin Sang pulled them and said, "No matter how capable you are, you won't be able to reach the level of a bigu god, and your body is weak, and you can get better by eating the rough rice and vegetable soup in the village. Loved by the government." It's a decent ostentation, with many soldiers and generals, let alone such a crooked old man."

"Good baby, don't worry, mother and your father are here."

Jian Baisan tightened his mother's hand, feeling that his violent heartbeat finally eased down and became more stable.She let go of all her vigilance and panic, followed her mother and most of the villagers to the door of the big kitchen, facing the birdsong in the morning.

Everyone likes to get together at this time, sitting and chatting and playing cards in the open-air yard, drinking two sips of green ant wine, and waiting for the cook to kill chickens for cooking.

There is a century-old willow tree at the gate of this courtyard, and there is a big rock under the willow, which has been there since the village was built.

That stone is really big, and it has many functions on weekdays.The cook Ah Ni can sometimes dry three baskets of preserved fruit on it, and the children pour water on the stone in summer, and three or four of them can lie side by side, sticking to it for the coolness. Going up is the best place to watch chess——right now, a person is sitting leisurely on this stone.

Looking at it from a distance, that person looks like an old man Xiong, but not like an old man Xiong.

The original old man Xiong was hunchbacked and bearded, with a thin body, wearing only iron-gray cloth clothes every day, coughing and vomiting at every turn, as if the deadline was not long.

At this moment, his face was full of red, and his expression was calm.It was still the iron-gray civilian clothes, but now it looked like a set of fairy armor that could block artillery.

"Is that what you said, old man Xiong?" Qin Sang stared at the person closely, his lips moved, and he let go of Jian Baisan's hand.

Under the instinctive warning of extreme danger, she has quietly pressed the short knives on both sides of her waist.

The old man Xiong turned his eyes slightly to look at Jian Baisan, and raised his snow-white beard again, as if the mouth under the beard moved, and smiled.

Jian Baisan wanted to go back to his mother, but suddenly found that he couldn't move, his throat, fingers, and leg muscles seemed to be stuck with glue in an instant.

Under this kind of power, no matter how strong a warrior can carry a tripod, he can't swing a sword. This is an absolutely crushing power, which is different from ordinary warriors, the power of an immortal.

Not only her, but no one can move.Jian Dahu still kept his head up, laughing with his mouth open; Qin Sang put his hand on the knife, frowning; Jian Er was walking with only one heel touching the ground, and the other was still hanging in the air .

He just listened to the old man Xiong and didn't look at the bottom. He laughed, but suddenly he floated up from the big rock: "Having troubled Guizhai for many days, the old man has finally come to the end of his hardships, and the golden core has recondensed. The old man Sheyang of the Beast Control Sect will tomorrow I will go, thank you today, thank you!"

His face and body were clean and flat like a picture, without a trace of shadow, instead there was a black messy shadow under his feet hanging in the air, wriggling and boiling violently.

When the shadow stopped wriggling, a triangular snake head as big as a willow boulder suddenly jumped out of the shadow, with a small piece of red snake body obediently hanging behind the old man Snake Yang, like a totem of a god and demon.

The snake was so fierce and big, but at this moment, Qin Sang only felt that the terror revealed by the snake was not as coercive as the coercion brought by the old man in front of him.

If this person wants to destroy Huxiao Mountain, maybe it only takes a flick of a finger.She was bitter, what kind of monster did that stupid man in her family pick up?

At this moment, her confused thoughts were interrupted by the old man again: "Don't be afraid, everyone, I have received the kindness from you, and there is absolutely no reason for me to repay my revenge.

A small spell, summoning me, the Shadow-Mulching Chilian Snake, is just to prove my identity, so that I can talk about the matter of Jane girl. "

After saying this, the red snake disappeared with a wave of the old man's hand, along with the sticky feeling.

After being stared at by the giant snake's inorganic vertical pupils, the instinctive chills of the people stood up after a while, but no one in the whole village dared to move at this time.

It was Jian Dahu who spoke tremblingly: "Dare to ask the immortal, you, what is the matter you said about Jane girl? It is the fault of being a father for not raising a child. If..."

The old man Sheyang waved his hand straightly at Jian Dahu, and said with a smile: "No, no, it's a good thing! Your eldest daughter, Jian Baisan, has a pure and kind temperament, calm and powerful, and makes people like it very much. Last night, I deliberately Visiting, the old man called out the spirit measuring worm again, I saw it today, not only the back pattern on the worm, but also only one color, do you know what this means?"

Qin Sang stared at the old man Sheyang closely: "What do you mean?"

The old man Sheyang said: "Jian Baisan not only has the ability to cultivate Taoism, but also has the celestial spiritual root that is unique among thousands. Throughout the ages, in the fairyland, all the cultivators of the celestial spiritual root smashed mountains and dry seas, and left their names in the history. Immortal Mountain lettering!"

"Jian Baisan, I want to bring me back to Yuanzhou when I was in it, cultivate it meticulously, and take the road of cultivating immortality. In the future, I will definitely revitalize my beast sect and gain a great reputation! This old man just wants to ask today, do you want to wait?"

In the silence, Qin Sang's voice suddenly trembled: "The Immortal forgives the sin, if the grass people say, don't you want it?"

　Tomorrow I will intersperse with some world views~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)