Yan Dynasty forbids cultivating immortals

The dead man squatted down, grabbed a large handful of small pearls gathered together with his rough hands, and stuffed them into his mouth.He has not eaten for three days, and the wild fruit the size of his finger is also life-saving food.The raspberries couldn't even satisfy his hunger, and after eating, his suppressed appetite was revived, making him feel uncomfortable from being hungry.The dead man got up and was about to look for wild fruits elsewhere, when he heard the roar of the tiger, his hairs all exploded, and he looked around vigilantly.

Rusting sounds came from the depths of the woods, and the dead man turned his head abruptly. Before he could speak, a fierce tiger jumped down from his head!

The dead man was thrown to the ground, and it took a while to realize that he was still whole. The tiger that threw him down lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, staring at him, and would eat him in about the next moment.

The dead man estimated his own strength, and he barely stood up, let alone facing a ferocious tiger.But he didn't die on the battlefield in the barracks, but died in the mouth of wild beasts in obscurity. This was a humiliation, and he couldn't accept it.The dead man didn't move, but the hand behind his back touched a stone, groped for its sharp edge, and clenched the other end tightly.

The tiger was still roaring in a low voice, and its bestial intuition made the tiger dare not underestimate the dying man. People were observing him, and he was also observing people.

That damned Taoist howled again in the valley, "Hey~ Big Tiger~ Did you find someone~"

The tiger turned his head away, as if he was discerning the instructions in the obedient voice.The dead seized the moment, and it was now!Clenching the stone tightly, we tried our best to chop towards the tiger!

The tiger turned its head, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a roar that resounded through the valley!

"Ow~"

The mouth is full of fangs, as long as it is closed, it can bite the neck of a person.

The dead are not afraid to go forward, suddenly stagnate, defeated, vomit~

This tiger smoked a person to death...

The tiger was obviously satisfied with his power, and proudly circled around the stunned dead man, wagging his tail arrogantly, and howling a few times from time to time.

As soon as the tiger howled, the soaring stench came out of his mouth again. The dead man was so suffocated that he couldn't live anymore. He didn't expect that his own would be stinking to death one day.

The tiger drove the dead people along the circuit until they reached the pool. When the dead people turned around on the road, they were roared by the tiger. They couldn't even run. No one could outrun a tiger.Back at the pool, the little Taoist was soaking in the water full of anger, like an...angry cockroach.

"Aren't you bothering! You are ungrateful! Shameless and stinky, shameless taking people's clothes! You are the hibernating snake and I am the poor farmer! You are the lame wolf and I am the sad Mr. Dong Guo! Dog bites Lu Dongbin, I have fed all my good hearts to dogs! You pay me for my clothes!"

……

The dead man grabbed a ball of black, black and red clothes in his hand, and said calmly: "It's not broken, here you are."

The little Taoist really exploded this time! "You... give... me... wash... dry... clean!"

The momentum is like a rainbow, and the sound shakes the sky.

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In the Shinichi view on the top of the mountain, the third senior brother put down the broom for sweeping the floor, and said to the sixth junior brother who was chopping firewood next to him, "I seem to hear the voice of the little junior brother."

The sixth brother had just chopped a pile of firewood and was sweating profusely. He got up and wiped his forehead, panting and said, "Third brother, you must have heard wrong."

The third junior brother nodded in agreement, "That's right, didn't the little junior brother go down the mountain? It's been half a month, and I still can't remember it."

The sixth junior brother smiled honestly, turned his head, and carried the bucket to fetch water again.

The little Taoist was wrapped in his middle clothes and sat on the boulder leisurely basking in the sun, holding a long willow stick in his hand to play with the river water, and spread out his wet clothes to dry.

The dead man was squatting by the river not far away, rubbing his clothes with a grunt. It was the Taoist robe and gown he had taken away earlier. The inner garment was not dirty, and the little Taoist priest put it on whole.Originally, he only had a paw print on the coat, but after wiping the wound several times with the clothes, the snow-white Taoist robe turned into a rag, and the little Taoist almost let a tiger eat him.

The dead man paused for a while, and the tiger who had been watching him groaned. He unconsciously held his breath and froze, and immediately began to rub his clothes again.

Hearing the tiger growl, the little Taoist turned his head to see how frightened he was, and laughed gloatingly.

The little Taoist priest's anger was like the clouds in the sky, light and floating, he was half-dead with anger at that time, but now he just looked at the foolish joy of rubbing clothes.

The little Taoist jumped over with his bare feet stepping on the pebbles on the river beach, scratched the big face of the tiger with a willow stick in his hand, and coaxed: "Good boy, big tiger~ go and watch over there~"

The very mighty tiger actually showed an aggrieved look, whimpering and purring.

The little Taoist grinned and touched the majestic "king" on the top of its head, "Hey~ I'll play with Dumb later~"

The tiger reluctantly walked away, turned around every step, and finally squatted under the shade of a tree in the distance. The little Taoist looked at it, and it showed aggrieved eyes.When the dead man turned his head to look, it whined and became fierce again.

The little Taoist scratched the forehead of the dead man with a wicker dipped in water as he did to the big tiger, "Did you see? The big tiger is my follower, if you dare to run away again, I will let him eat you!" The little Taoist tried his best to widen his eyes.

Childish...Could it be stupid...The dead man looked at him, didn't say anything, turned his head and went to wash his clothes again, since he killed the first time when he was seven years old, he didn't know how much blood he had on his hands, the only thing he couldn't see, It's stupidly self-righteous naivete.

Unsophisticated innocence is fake innocence, and the dead label this Taoist priest one by one in his heart, stupid, stupid, naive, and hypocritical.This is probably a spoiled Taoist priest on the mountain, learning some strange tricks and doing things recklessly.

The dead man rubbed his clothes expressionlessly, thinking about what to do. There were too many chasing soldiers, and it was impossible to go down the mountain in a short time. The Taoist asked him to take him down the mountain again. Big trouble, you have to find a way to get rid of them.The dead man slowed down his hands rubbing his clothes, thinking in his heart, maybe he had to find a way to kill this Taoist priest.

The little Taoist was playing with the water next to the dead man, and suddenly stopped, his cheerful face suddenly stopped smiling, and he looked at the lake in silence.The dead man suddenly had a bad feeling that his mind had been spied on by him, but this was impossible, as he was not a god.

The little Taoist turned around suddenly, with an angry expression on his face, pointed at the Taoist robe in the dead man's hand, and said loudly, "You washed my clothes to pieces!"

The dead man was broken in thought, and looked at the clothes in his hand, there was indeed a hole.

The clothes were still soaked in the water, and the dead man raised his hands and put them at ear level, with a frank expression, showing that he had done nothing.The little Taoist couldn't listen, and took advantage of the dead man's unsuspecting, grabbed the dead man and pushed him into the river.

The river was very deep, and the dead man was unprepared, so he choked on a big mouthful of water when he fell, and coughed to death.However, the little Taoist must take revenge, so he was not afraid of soaking his inner clothes again, jumped into the river again, pressed the dead man who had popped out of his head into the water again, and the two of them tore in the water, tossing a huge splash, every time The dead man struggled to get his head out, but was pushed down by the little Taoist priest without hesitation.

After coming down several times, the dead man was really going to die, and he lost all strength to struggle, and let himself be pressed to the bottom of the water.The little Taoist took him out, sniffed him, found that he was still alive, and swam him back to the shore.

The little Taoist pressed his chest, and a lot of water came out, and he was left to dry on the stones by the river like dried salted fish, and put on his underwear to bask in the sun.

After a while, the dead man woke up by himself, and then began to cough, the cough was piercing, and he turned his head to spit out water.

"If you dare to run again, I won't save you next time." The little Taoist said viciously.

Obviously you pushed it down, Dead Man thought.

The dead man's heart is very tense now, this Taoist priest is far from being so innocent, killing him is not so easy.

The two of them were close together, and the Taoist priest left him a back, with the wet underwear sticking to his body, with young and beautiful lines. He meditated on the spot, with his head slightly lowered, and his lips slightly pursed.The dead man could catch a glimpse of his side face, and for a moment, he really felt that the Taoist priest in front of him might really be a fairy descended from the mortal world.

The author has something to say: I hope I have time to read enough books and write better stories for you guys, I'm sorry for the bad writing