I only went out to fetch water, cleaned the blood of the prison, and after cleaning it, I found that they had not arranged a place for me at all, and had not seen anyone until dark.

In desperation, I could only find a corner in the prison and listen to the snoring of the old drunk for the night.

During this period, I have been thinking, who is the director of Lingling, who is informed, how did he come here as if he knew what was going on here?To say that there is monitoring here I am not believing, not to mention monitoring, this Wudang Mountain does not even have electricity, lighting is used for turpentine oil.

When I think about it, there is only one possibility for me, and that is the old drunk in the corner!

Last time I went to see the bull.In order to heal the Miao witch, the result was not notified to the chief of the green cattle, and the next day, the chief of the green cattle went to the Miao Zhai; it also made me inexplicable, and I did not know who notified it.

I thought it was a coincidence, now to see what a coincidence is.Eighty-nine were the old drunks who were informed, the last time as this time.

It makes me wonder, the old drunk did not leave, how to inform the bull cattle and the empty master, is there any strange way?

Moreover, the three spies in the ghost royal hall do not know the old drunkard's ability, and do not know his strength, has always been an old drunkard is a crazy person to drink fake wine.

This is so strange!

As a matter of reason, such a strong strength, and can reach the top of the top of Wudang Mountain, he has nothing to lie in this black and smelly prison what?You can see it out.He has been here a long time, and few people know his strength and identity.

Thinking for half a day there was no clue, I couldn't understand it, and I didn't bother to think about it, groped, found a long lamp that fell in one corner of the prison, and lit it up to prepare for the night.

At night, Lu Qi finally remembered that I had come, and sent me two bundles of straw, saying that he had prepared me to sleep, and had some dry food, and had poured a gourd of wine for the old drunk.

I twitched right in the corner of my mouth, I wanted to curse, but think about it.There is a straw pad that is stronger than the sleeping cold blue slate, and it endures.

Then, Lu Qi put things down and opened the door and left, thinking about it, I immediately chased him out, pulled him to a farther position, accompanied by a smile: "That's what."Brother Lu, can you find something?”

“It can.”Lu Qi was very easy-going, smiled and nodded, and said, "But if it is a secret at this door, I can't tell you."

“How can that be.”I quickly waved my hand and said, “That’s the old man in the prison, who is he?”

“You’re talking about the old drunk?”The 7th Road.

I quickly nodded my head and said yes.

Lu Qi grabbed the head and said, "I don't know who he is, it seems that the head of the hand picked it up from the outside, and no one asked about it here, and at the beginning, he asked for wine every day, and went crazy without wine; because of the face of the head, the deacon elders were not good enough to drive him away, so he poured him a pot of fake wine every day to make him die, and it was strange, this drunken life was still very hard, every day."

I was speechless, thinking of the pungent smell of the wine, so I asked, “Is he really drinking fake wine?”

"No, no, no good wine, and you don't have to drink that kind of inferior industrial alcohol, and you're not afraid of being poisoned."Lu Xiaoqi shook his head and said, "But then again, fake wine is cheap, just a little money is enough for him to drink for a year."Otherwise the deacon elder in the door would have shot him out."

I heard the corners of my mouth pumping right, my heart said that you want to know his strength, give you ten courage you do not dare to bomb him.

“How many years has he been in prison?”I asked again.

Lu Qi shook his head and touched his chin and said, "It's got to have seven or eight years, and I can't remember it."

"Oh, thank you, Brother Lu."I thanked you.

“Small meaning.Just call me brother.”Lu Qi smiled and said, "The prison where the old drunk sleeps does not have to go to the care, clean other places, I go back to sleep, you also rest."

I answered, sent Lu a few steps, and returned to the cell.

I’m used to the night life and I don’t have the habit of going to bed early.Lying on the straw and feeling uncomfortable, he simply touched the heavy knife and practiced the knife.

At this time, my strength did not stop after stepping on the first small step, and continued to march forward towards the second small step, especially after witnessing the battle between the beast king and the ghost king, this progress even accelerated.

A knife cut out, a steady four shadow, has been compared with Guago.

Not only me, but even Guagu and fat people are the same, and fat people are even close to the level of quasi-big goals.

Although we were only on the sidelines of that war, it gave us a great feeling and was a very rare opportunity to see.

In particular, the fluctuation of the mana makes me feel that I have caught something vaguely, although it is not clear, but it has great benefits for the growth of strength.

I asked Miao Miao Ningeng what is the difference between Mana and the Fa-power, she said that the fire energy is a kind of internal force of the human body, and the magic is a kind of thing that is free between heaven and earth, which is very mysterious.

The two are basically not comparable, the power will make a person's strength soared, the reason why Aunt Hong was able to be so young and rushed to pressure various competitors, as the general purpose of the Sichuan East District, because it touched the edge of the Fa.

In a word, such a thing as magic, even if there are not many people in the doorway, there are not many people who really have it.If you can enter the house, the two worlds of yin and yang can go well.

The witch has the power, so the strength is very strong.

I have seen the power of magic, I am very eager for that thing, but unfortunately there is no clue.This thing is too hard to say.

In addition, Miao Miao also said that the stronger the people who can cook, the more they can feel the magic power, but nothing is absolute, and some of the strange power recorded in history even skipped the fire energy and directly felt the magic power.Flying up the sky.

Of course, there are too few people, just as rare as being born high.

Fing can belong to the internal force of people, subject to the limitations of the human body is a bottleneck, growing to a certain extent and then want to improve it is difficult, in general, three hundred years of the road is basically to the top, that is, a family in the family as the level of sub-purpose.If you want to have a big breakthrough, you can only feel the vast power of law.

This road is even more rugged, and it will eliminate 99% of the Qimen people.

Only those who have fully mastered the power are qualified to be called powerful, such as Qinglian Sword Fairy, Zhuge Kongsheng, Peng's ancestors, and so on.

This old drunk is certainly the role of the magic, but this mysterious thing of the magic, feel is to feel, did not feel that others can not teach, can only rely on themselves, otherwise you can ask the old alcoholic for advice.

Presumably, he was right about me.

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The time of practicing the knife was always very fast, and I felt that the past half an hour had passed, but when I saw the time, I found that it was nearly midnight.

I stopped for some dry food and lay down on the straw to sleep.

The next day, I was awakened by a smell, and when I opened my eyes, a bearded head staring at me condescendingly, fixedly motionless, like a dead man.

“Oh, my mother!”I was scared almost without urinary incontinence, instinctively retreated back, my head was on the wall, and suddenly my eyes were Venus.

Looking at it, I found that the old drunk didn't know when he got up, and he was staring at me, and the door of the cage was opened by him.

“Old man, what are you doing?”My heart was speeding up, unsettled.

“The demon is getting stronger.”The old drunk stared at me.Muttered a word.

“What?”My second monk couldn’t touch his head and didn’t understand what he said.

The old drunk slowly moved his eyes, moved to the position of my heart, and said, “You have a demon!”

“The demon?”

I was stunned, in retrospect, the heart of the calf was given to me by Hong Qingsheng, it seems to be the human face of the calf, but the question is, what does this thing have to do with demonism?

“Beast” and “beast” are almost the same.

No one ever told me that this thing is demonic.No one even knows what demons are, and that’s a level of magic.

The old drunk suddenly asked a question that surprised me: “You came from Hong Village?”

I'm embarrassed!

He gave me a sense of my place of birth.

"The devil has found a personal master, it makes a little sense."The old drunk said again, his face serious.and previously judged both.

“What... what a demon, this is the heart of man!”My instinctive rebuttal, human face is a kind of calf, and the demon is completely unrivaled, saying that the animal heart is still similar.

What an adult can call a demon!So far, I have only seen one white month, and the body is still unknown.

No matter how good it is.How magical, as long as you do not cultivate in the direction of the person, it has nothing to do with the demon.Moreover, the calf belongs to the ancient heritage species, which is very strong in itself, and it is completely unnecessary to cultivate the adult body, because its body is stronger than that of man.The king and the beast also belong to this category, they are beasts.

“What are you talking about?”I know he knows the heart.

What does it mean that the devil is looking for a man?

It was not only in me before, but the descendants of the old son of the Hong family were raised in the human body for generations, until Hong Qingsheng gave it to me, and it was forced to change with me, without my consent.

But the old drunk seemed to lose interest, and shook his head and went to the cage.I closed the door and drank a drink and lay down again.

I don't do it, without you, I only speak half of them all.I immediately rushed to the edge of the old drunken cage and said, “Older, can you tell me more about this man... uh, demon heart?”

The old drunk did not speak, and the snoring gradually began to snoring.

I am amplifying the sound.Beat the cages and keep asking questions.

The old drunk turned over and said, "Infinite God, that is a demon's heart, can only say this, your body is too heavy, and then it should burn the poor."

I finally said a few decent words.

“The fire?”

I swear, too, the night god said so.There are even chrysanthemums, which say that the cause and effect of the fire on me is too heavy, and that more will cause the fire to burn.

It is also true that the guardians are silent.But the question is, I have seen the fire in the volcanic purgatory, why can't I see the fire on my own?

Do you need someone who has the power to see it?

It was as if Aunt Rainbow could see a little.So she doesn't like to talk to me, is she afraid to accidentally say something that should not be said?

Not only they, but also those who touch the bones, touch me like a ghost, hide and can't win.

The question is, where does the fire come from?

This is not brought out of hell, but from the village.It is to ask Bai Xiangyue some questions, she also did not answer, let me not ask more.

It is difficult to do that the fire of hell is not effective for me, but also because of the fire in myself.

I was speechless, and it seemed like a lot of things were done.

No wonder so many people, especially people with very strong strength, do not like to talk to me, a lot of words will be lost!

“Your father, what is this?”

I cursed, I lost my heart, and turned back.

By this time the day was bright.

“Bathing the morning light, and the purple will help you.”At this time, the old drunk suddenly said a word, which made me almost think that I was hallucinating.

I raised my eyebrows, is that a point?

Bathing in the morning light?Purple east?

This reminds me of an old man, old man.

Legend has it that Lao Tzu drove the cattle through the Hakogu Guan into a fairy, and there was purple on the east side of the morning, of course, that was a legend.

In fact, it is the light of the sky when the morning begins.

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