"High energy ahead (

The woman's voice was sharp:

"What about Taoist priests? I think you are liars. A group of people came here to cheat! Yunhu Mountain, I am afraid you will all die here this time. By then, the loneliness and the widows will be extinct, and you will be a fart of favor!"

"you shut up!"

Song Changqing's complexion changed drastically, but he hadn't spoken yet, and the old Taoist yelled out in anger as if he had been touched.

For the old Taoist priest, the apprentice who inherited his mantle was like a biological child, and the curse of the woman made him clenched his fists, who had a good temper.

"You, what are you going to do?"

The woman was arrogant before, but when the old Taoist priest was angry, she still felt a little embarrassed. She took a step back subconsciously. After reaching out and grabbing the door frame of the cabin, she forced a calm tremor:

"Are you going to hit someone too?"

These words immediately brought back the old Taoist's sanity.

Song Qing narrowed her eyes and twisted her wrist. Just as he was about to take a shot, a warm and thin hand came over and grabbed her wrist.

"do not talk!"

The old Taoist yelled loudly, his beard and hair standing up with anger, he resisted his anger:

"The boat has already sailed. I will try my best to keep everyone safe along the way. As soon as I get to Shenzhuang, I will disembark immediately!"

"Speaking is better than singing." The woman was still reluctant, and seeing him stop, as if she knew that the old Taoist priest would not dare to do it to herself, she became bolder again:

"Who doesn't know what Shen Zhuang looks like now, and mentions Shen Zhuang again and again. I think your master and apprentice are Shen Zhuang's'ghosts,' who are a tiger and want to lie to us to die!"

After saying this, the old Taoist clenched his teeth.

He is fierce by nature, and now he is so accused by a woman, the anger in his heart is naturally conceivable.

Aunt Wu and others saw that the two sides were arguing fiercely, and seeing the morale of the old Taoist, they hurriedly came forward to complete the battle:

"Mrs. Shen family, let's say a few words less for one person. The Taoist leader has real skills and a decent person. Our family has known him for many years, and we can guarantee him."

"Yeah, don't make any noise, let's see if we can figure out a way to stop the boat."

"..."

In the voice of everyone's persuasion, the woman snorted coldly and twisted the veil in her hand:

"My father-in-law, if there is nothing to do, if there is something to do, after this matter, I will find someone to go to this so-called Yunhu Mountain, and smash your signboard!"

After saying this, she twisted her body and turned back into the cabin.

As soon as she left, the other people on the ship also dispersed.

Although the Wu family, the old car driver, etc. were a little worried and wanted to say a few more words, the outside of the cabin was pressing, and the river outside was covered with fog. In an instant, the ship had left the pier, and no one could see everyone on board. The place of the ship.

The surface of the river was so gloomy and terrible that everyone didn't dare to say much, and they all hid in the cabin, leaving a few masters and apprentices outside, as if they had been squeezed out invisible.

"master--"

Song Changqing was also very angry, but after seeing the old Taoist priest's stern face, he called out, and then sighed:

"I went to check the ship to see if there was anything unusual."

Because of this noisy situation, Song Daochang virtually assumed the responsibility of protecting the ship's people on his back, and it was difficult for him to adjust his interest rate and recover.

The old Taoist nodded without enduring his anger, and responded:

"Go ahead."

After Song Changqing was gone, he glanced at Song Qing.

When Song Qingxiao saw his previous anger and thought he was going to reprove him at this time, he sighed:

"Are you scared?"

She was startled slightly, but she didn't expect the old Taoist priest to say such a sentence.

He did not blame her for the harsh accusations of the woman that her actions had brought him, nor did he intend to anger her, but instead asked her if she was scared.

"No."

She shook her head, her eyes dropped, and fell on the hand of the old Taoist holding her wrist.

Compared with her, his power is really fragile.

His talent is not very high, and he has no adventures. He has cultivated to such an age and barely reaches the state of transforming infants, but because of his specialization in Taoism, the art of exorcising evil spirits and destroying ghosts, his strength in the realm of transforming infants is greatly reduced. In Song Qingxiao's eyes, it was surprisingly weak.

But the palm he held her wrist was generous and powerful, with a kind of courage and determination that wanted to shield her from the cold wind and torrential rain, which caused the old Taoist priest’s body to explode far beyond his true The will of strength.

Jiang Wai was indeed cold, but this bit of cold actually didn't hurt her, but compared with the warm palms of the old Taoist priest, Song Qingxiao felt the all-pervasive cold more and more profoundly.

Since entering the prison, she has always been at ease, acting entirely on her own, never flinching or retreating.

But somehow, at this time, being led and asked by the old Taoist priests like this, she actually gave birth to a strange anxiety in her heart.

"Nothing is fine."

The old Taoist saw her lowered his head and wanted to raise his hand to touch her head.

But as soon as he raised his hand, he realized that this little apprentice, who had always been in his impression, had grown so tall for some time, even if he lowered his head, it was not that he could touch it by raising his hand. The age of the head.

"Qing Xiao." He called out mildly, not at all the uprightness he had when arguing with the woman before, but with endless compassion for her:

"We, in the Yunhushan line, have always been responsible for exorcising evil and demons. On the day I started, your master made me swear that we will never bully the weak by magic or martial arts.

His gentle teaching, but such soft talk, for Song Qingxiao, was more tormenting than a sharp rebuke.

She already understood what the old Taoist meant, but she didn't say anything.

The old Taoist priests are generous and kind.

He was born in the orthodox sect, and he was also protected and grown up by his elders. When he stood alone, he became a tree standing upright, and he was also an upright and benevolent person.

But she is different.

She was born at the end of the day, and she rose from the prison of the gods during her nine deaths. She had experienced many things to save her life.

So she acted decisively, shot fiercely, but lacked emotions.

Regardless of their views and thoughts, the two of them are completely opposite. Although she was moved by the Taoist priests' maintenance, she did not think that her actions were wrong, and naturally she did not mean to admit her mistakes.

Looking at the old Taoist priest, he naturally knew it.

"You little girl." He laughed, and finally couldn't hold back, and knocked on her head with his hand:

"I thought you were sensible, but still so stubborn."

This feeling is very fresh.

If it were in other trial scenes, someone dared to knock her on the head like this, and she would have broken her arm long ago.

But at this moment she seemed to have not reacted yet, touched her head subconsciously, and looked up at the old Taoist priest.

In the dim light, her eyes were clear, her eyes flickered, her expression was dazed, and she looked so cute.

He was deliberately stern, but there was a smile in his eyes:

"It's fine if you don't want to admit your mistakes, but if you do something wrong, the master always has to give you a punishment. You can hit you to show a small punishment and a big punishment. Are you convinced?"

"Ok."

Young General Song Qing lowered his hand and admitted:

"Master, you knocked it, but I didn't think I was wrong."

She said frankly:

"The man is in the way, this boat is not his, everyone can get on it."

Rather than chirping with him, it's better to kick him off.

"If he doesn't break his ribs, maybe we are still arguing with him on the dock right now."

"..."

The old Taoist's forehead twitched. Hearing her words, he was very angry, but at the same time, he felt a little bit eager to laugh when she said that she was able to break the ribs.

"But everything can't always be solved with fists and feet. We are cultivators. We have already been blessed by the heavens. We should not bully people with our skills..."

"How can you bully people casually?" Song Qingxiao disapproved of the Taoist's words.

In her opinion, practice comes from oneself, which is an act of acting against the sky.

However, her rebuttal is only to the point:

"That man is well-earned, dressed in silk, with his wife, children, and servants. It can be seen that he is also a person favored by God, but he hasn't curbed his own virtues because of this."

She said lightly:

"Maybe it is because of his arrogance that he is destined to have such a catastrophe?"

"..." The old Taoist was stunned, how could she have been said, and after thinking about it, he actually felt that she was making some sense.

"Ok--"

He was reluctant to criticize his apprentice, and felt that the little girl who was talking in front of him was really cute:

"But if you want to teach him next time, you can't do it in public." As if afraid to make Song Qingxiao unhappy, he added:

"Man who learns the Tao, there are many ways to make him foolish in front of others, why should people see it with their own eyes?"

When the old Taoist said this, he glared at her again:

"Usually I ask you to draw the talisman well and refuse to agree, but like your big brother, I learned some punches and kicks, and it's a good way to beat people."

"master……"

The black ship is not big, Song Changqing turned around and hid in the dark for a while.

He was afraid of disturbing the conversation between the old Taoist priest and Song Qingxiao, and he was also afraid that when Song Qingxiao was scolded, his presence would embarrass her.

But after listening to it for a while, I didn’t expect the old Taoist priest to really love Song Qingxiao, and he couldn’t even say a few words about heavy words. After talking about it, he even raised the story of her beating, gently exposed, and privately returned it. Teaching Song Qingxiao how to'teaching' people.

If he dared to act in this way, I am afraid that his skin would be stripped off by the old Taoist priest.

After listening for a while, he saw the old Taoist turn the topic and blamed everything on himself, and he couldn't help but make a grievance.

"I blame you for teaching the little junior sister badly!"

"..." Song Changqing carried the package, tearfully endured the accusation-anyway, every time the junior sister had something to do, it was his fault.

"What did you find after the ship?" After exposing Song Qing's beating, the old Taoist finally asked about the business.

Song Changqing took away the pretended grievance, his expression became a little more solemn:

"Nothing was found, but the Yin Qi was very heavy."

He took out a red talisman folded into a triangle from his collar, the red talisman punched a hole, passed through it with a yellow thread, and hung it around his neck.

But at this time, the surroundings of the talisman seemed to be swallowed by some kind of black energy, becoming damp.

When the old Taoist saw this scene, his eyes narrowed:

"Be careful." After he said this, he couldn't help but cough twice, his breath also a little messy.

When Song Changqing saw him, he was hurried to help him:

"Did you not adjust your breath when you were in the car?"

When he was in the car, although the veteran Taoist called the breath adjustment, he was still distracted by the Bronze Guardian.

At the same time, the copper coin sword that was hanging at the time was also consuming his spiritual power and mind, so that he did not regain much energy when the vehicle was driving.

"It's okay."

In order to prevent the apprentice from worrying, he waved his hand, and then took out a handful of copper coins from his waist again, bit the tip of his tongue, and spewed a big mouthful of blood on it.

The blood light was absorbed by the copper coins one by one, his palms squeezed, the copper coins were shuttled by the red light and turned into a small sword again, and he stretched out his hand a little and pointed to the void:

"go with!"

The copper coin sword turned into a shadow, and flew towards the cabin door, hanging on the top of the cabin door.

After doing all this, the old Taoist face was much more tired than before, and he told Song Changqing:

"Changqing, I don't think the road is peaceful, I'm afraid there is still something to happen tonight."

He did not sense the surging waves in the river, but with his instinct to deal with ghosts all the year round, he had a foreboding of the ghosts hidden around him.

But these ghosts, like the ghosts who were possessed by Aunt Wu and the old man driving a car, had a high level of morality, and they had not yet appeared at this time.

"I'm going to rest for a while, you are vigilant around, if there is any movement ~lightnovelpub.net~ immediately ask me to get up."

Song Changqing's cultivation is not enough, he just reached the state of concentration, and it is difficult to support it in such an environment.

So after saying this, the old Taoist clenched his teeth and took out a paper crane folded from a yellow talisman from his pocket, and handed it to Song Changqing's hands, repeatedly instructing:

"If there is a crisis, don't try to be aggressive, and immediately release this thing, and I can wake up."

Song Changqing couldn't bear to see his abnormally tired face:

"Master, your talisman paper..."

There are not many talisman papers. When the weasel group was besieging him, he had consumed most of it, and there was still a long waterway from Shenzhuang.

The closer you are to Shenzhuang, the more crisis you are.

His cultivation is not enough, it doesn't mean that he can't see that this waterway may be a hundred times more dangerous than the previous ride.

If Song Daochang's talisman paper runs out along the road, how can he save his life when he arrives at Shenzhuang?

"Take it."

The old Taoist sighed hoarsely: "If you can't enter Shenzhuang safely, everything should be robbery, but it will be nothing more than nothing."

After saying this, Song Changqing hesitated and took the paper crane into his hand.

After confessing the main business, the old Taoist turned his head and glanced at Song Qingxiao:

"You follow me in and protect the law for me."

In fact, he was afraid of the crisis outside the cabin and wanted to keep Song Qingxiao to his side.

Song Qing underestimated his expression, and indeed wanted to protect him.

After hearing what he said, she nodded along the way, as a promise.

Seeing the young apprentice's obedient appearance, Song Daochang was in a good mood, and his expression even improved a bit.

He led Song Qingxiao into the cabin, when the cabin was already full of people.

The boat is not big, but everyone is crowded into a pile, which makes it extremely crowded.