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"Are you talking to me?"

Yingzi had no idea who the shangxian was in the mouth of the chubby old man, and there was no one else around.

The two long beards on his mouth trembled, and the stout old man bowed his hands again.

"The little **** is really not a ghost, but a lake god. You are Feng Ying of the Feng family of a small fishing village in Beishan.

"you wait"

Feng Ying scratched his head in confusion.

What is celestial magic? When did you become an immortal? Immortals can make whatever they want to eat, and live better than the family of the patriarch in the town. They can turn stones into gold and have endless money to spend. They can also step on white clouds and fly to the sky.

The hatchet pointed at the chunky old man, and the wild girl was full of temper.

"Come here! You can't lie to me with nonsense! Come over quickly and let me slash!"

The chunky old man was scolded quite speechless, and hurriedly took a step back.

He sighed that his temper was too grumpy, and he didn't listen to a word of explanation for a long time, either throwing bamboo spears or slashing people with knives, people who practiced the orthodox immortal method were too grumpy.

"Woman, woman, calm down, listen to my explanation, okay, the little **** is here to ask you for help"

It looked pitiful in a low voice.

Seeing that the other party was so polite, Feng Ying was embarrassed to continue to be rude.

The chunky old man didn't want to waste time, and described it as quickly as possible, as if he was pouring beans, for fear that the girl would go crazy with a knife again.

"Those strangers in the village are going to destroy the leylines, and they must not be allowed to succeed. The Beishan dragon vein involves three towns and the well-being of the lake. Once the Beishan dragon vein is nailed."

Feng Ying didn't hear what the chubby old man was saying.

When I wanted to ask, I saw the chubby old man quickly retreating, and the surrounding scenery was also changing, disappearing cleanly in a blink of an eye.

Trembling all over, he raised his head.

There are a few half-logs left in the bonfire in front of you. The charcoal fire is red, and the flames are swaying and may go out at any time. The leftover fish bones are crawling with ants. You can hear the wind blowing the leaves rustling, and the familiar sound of waves hitting the shore. , while sitting by himself in front of the campfire.

Look left and right again to make sure you've been sitting still.

"Is it a dream just now?"

I rubbed my neck. Sitting and sleeping will make my neck uncomfortable. It is better to lie down.

The dream just now was too real, and it was quiet and frightening. Then again, could that chubby old man with two beards really be the lake god?

I heard people in the village say that deceased relatives will dream of dreams, and this is the first time I heard that the lake **** dreamed of dreams.

Push the wood of the bonfire inward to make the flame bigger, and seriously recall the strange dream just now.

"Lake God, Xianfa, Strangers from Outside, Beishan, Dragon Vein"

"Fairy magic, celestial magic."

The only thing related to the gods is the rusty iron sword, and practicing the sword every night in the strange world in the dream. Since that stormy night, my strength has become stronger, and my eyes and ears are different from before. In short, the changes have been very big.

Feng Ying secretly experimented, and one punch could break a tree with a thick mouth, without breaking the head of the fist.

Is cultivating immortals just practicing swordsmanship? It is rumored that cultivating immortals meditates every day, and there is no other possibility related to him other than practicing swords. Is it really cultivating immortals to dream every night?

How can a poor family who grew up in a remote country know how to practice.

The more he thought about it, the bigger his head became, so he put aside the question of immortality for the time being, and wondered what the lake **** meant by pinning the dragon veins.

Beishan is very tall and very long.

The fishing village is located in a small corner at the foot of Beishan. I heard from my grandfather that there are dragon veins in the mountains. Only Feng Shui masters know how to identify branch dragons and leaf dragons or real dragons and fake dragons. The lake **** said that Beishan dragon veins are related to the well-being of several towns and lakes. People want to make bad nails in dragon veins.

Why didn't the lake **** take action himself?

After all, he is also a god, but he relies on mortals for help.

Forget it, let's talk about it tomorrow.

Touching the yellow dog's ears, he got up and got into the shack to find an empty bunk to lie down and closed his eyes to sleep.

It didn't take long for someone to suddenly hear someone talking, thinking that some sister was talking in their sleep, but it didn't sound right. The voice was very unfamiliar. The villagers knew each other and were familiar with the voice. This voice has never been heard before.

There are bad guys!

Just turned over and got up, grabbed the hatchet, and rushed out of the shack. When I got out of the shack, my heart sank. It was too quiet.

Rolling his eyes, swearing swearing, angry at the endless fuss!

"Why are you here again! Doesn't the lake **** sleep at night?"

"It's not over, is it?"

There was a sudden rustling sound on the hillside, the kind of sound of walking in the woods and stepping on dead leaves.

Feng Ying looked at the hillside and then at the stone wall. The **** of the lake should be in the lake, why did he run up the mountain?

A dark shadow appeared in the gray forest. Feng Ying found that the shadow was about normal human height, and the lake **** was a short and fat little old man.

The leaves were rustling, and the shadow came out of the thick gray fog. She was an old woman, leaning on a taller-than-human dragon-headed staff in her right hand. She was clothed in coarse cloth. Like an ordinary grandma, her white hair was combed in a bun behind her head. With a green gourd, his face is no different from the old man in the village.

The old woman walked to the edge of the gray fog and bowed politely.

"The little **** has seen the immortal, and I am the **** of the mountains here."

Feng Ying blinked.

First came a chubby old lake god, and then came a mountain **** grandma. Will the gods have a feast tonight?

Standing firmly without a hatchet, she stepped forward without hesitation. She had no hesitation in the face of a short and fat old man with two long beards. She was too ruthless in the face of a kind old woman like her grandmother. Can't cut it at all.

Feng Ying didn't speak, and first saw what the mountain **** Granny wanted to say.

"Please help the gods"

"Never let the bad guys nail the earth veins, otherwise the mountains and rivers will lose their spirituality. Alas, the little god's magic power is low, and the silence of the mountain god's seal cannot mobilize the power of the mountains. Everything can only rely on the immortals."

Hearing this, Feng Ying probably understood the situation.

People from the village want to do bad things, but the lake **** and the mountain **** want to stop them, but for some reason they can't.

Somehow I found myself on the head, and I was confused when I heard a sentence, so I might as well take the opportunity to ask to understand.

"Mountain **** mother-in-law, why do you call me a fairy?"

The old woman looked at Feng Ying curiously, looked up and down and continued.

"Shangxian has the power of the righteous **** and is upright. A long time ago, the little gods had to go to heaven to report their duties every hundred years.

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Although I don't know what to say, I can be sure that the rusty iron knife is extraordinary.

At least it was something that was lost by the gods in the heavens, and it came into his own hands by coincidence. Every night when he practiced swords in his dreams, he somehow possessed the magical power of the gods.

"How can I stop them from doing bad things?"

Although I don't really believe in weird dreams, and I don't know if it's really the God of the Lake and the Mountain, I'll ask first.

"Throw the evil weapon with the spell drawn into the hut, or cut it off"

Before she could finish speaking~lightnovelpub.net~ the figure of the old woman quickly retreated and disappeared, her ears also heard Sister Xiang's breathing again, and everything around her returned to normal.

Feng Ying opened his eyes, the shack was dark.

Dreaming again.

If they are really lake gods and mountain gods, asking a dream to warn them is no trivial matter.

What I didn't expect is that the solution is too simple, just throw the evil weapon into the cesspool, and the other method will disappear before I can hear it clearly. What exactly is cut off?

I turned over and pressed the bamboo bed to creak. Anyway, if I don't understand it, just don't think about it. Go on sleeping. If you dream of two gods, ask carefully.

Close your eyes and quickly fall asleep.