I Heard I've Been Dead For Thousand Years

At this moment, Zhao Miao hummed softly and took a step forward, only to see a wooden sword flying out of the sky, piercing the three Taoists like an electric beam, interspersed back and forth among them, and returned to Zhao Miao's back.

"Ouch!"

The three Taoists all wailed.

Although the wooden sword doesn't hurt people, it hurts to stab the body with force.

The three Taoists were overwhelmed by Zhao Miao's wooden sword and wailed, and the leader cursed severely.

"Which courageous guy! Dare to shoot at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain and hurt Dao Ye, don't you know my father Ma Baojiang!"

After all, the Taoist turned his head and stared at Zhao Miao's sword with a fierce look.

Zhao Miao raised his head slightly, put on a high shelf, took a step forward with his hands on his back, looked down slightly at the embarrassed leader on the ground, and said lightly:

"How do you say it?"

When the leader saw Zhao Miao, his complexion changed abruptly, he got up from the ground, nodded and bowed to Zhao Miaomei with a smile:

"It turned out to be the chief senior brother, I don't know if the chief is here, there will be missed far-reaching welcome, and some lost far-reaching welcome!"

Zhao Miao glanced at the leading Taoist faintly, and stretched out his hand to point to the thin young man, still speaking indifferently and concisely:

"Apologize, apologize."

The leader didn't dare not follow it, so he turned around and bowed to the young man to apologize without hesitation. He also took out dozens of taels of banknotes as a reward.

Then Zhao Miao raised an eyebrow and asked the Taoist.

"You just said that you would suppress him in the prison demon tower for a hundred years?"

The Taoist smile suddenly stiffened, and nodded stiffly, a bad premonition emerged in his heart.

Zhao Miao casually waved his hand and nodded:

"Well, I won't punish you for a hundred years, just one year. Go back and resign from the purchasing position, fined you three years, and go to the prisoner tower to face the wall for one year."

The Taoist was shocked, and quickly waved his hand: ⒏⑴The full text of the text is the fastest ττρs:/м.χ㈠zщ.còм/

"Facing the wall for a year! This... the chief is not allowed!"

Zhao Miao raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Are you dissatisfied? Well, it seems that I still have to go back to the master to make a decision, presumably the master will be fairer than me."

After that, Zhao Miao turned around and walked towards Qingcheng Mountain.

The man was even more panicked, almost thumped to Zhao Miao's knees, and quickly grabbed Zhao Miao and said:

"Serve! I'll take it! I hope the chief will show mercy, don't tell the head teacher!"

The leading Taoist knows this kind of thing well, if it is for the contemporary Qingcheng Mountain Master who has been in retreat for many years and is jealous and hateful, the Taoist sword immortal Sun Bofu knows it, then it is not as simple as paying a penalty to face the wall.

It is estimated that he will be half-dead with the Purple Lightning Punishment Order, and then driven out of Qingcheng Mountain, when his celestial master father will not be able to protect him.

As the strongest person on Mount Qingcheng and the instructor of Sun Bofu, naturally he does not need to look at the face of one of the celestial masters below.

"The service isn't going to go!"

Zhao Miao glared, and the leading Taoist hurriedly took the other two Taoists back to Qingcheng Mountain to receive the punishment, no longer daring to speak more.

The thin young man looked at the banknote in his hand for compensation for the leader of the Taoist priest, then glanced at Zhao Miao, who was in charge of him, and said boringly after putting away the banknote.

"Thank you!"

Then he had to turn around and leave.

Lin Meng frowned at this moment.

He hadn't paid much attention just now, but at this time, such abnormal behavior of this young man reminded Lin Meng of the scene in which he was in Baiyuan City, when he was pretending to be a pig and eating tiger, and he was a good person.First release https:// https://

Now this situation and situation made Lin Meng feel very similar to that at the time, so he paid close attention to the young man, but detected an extremely obscure and mysterious aura from the young man.

This boy is absolutely extraordinary!

"Wait! Dare to ask your honorable name!"

Lin Meng suddenly asked the boy.

But the young man did not reply, but after looking back at Lin Meng, he left the place at an even faster speed, and disappeared after a few galloping jumps.

Lin Meng, who was left in place, frowned deeply.

Could it be that this young man is also a great man who can pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

Lin Meng was puzzled, but he quickly dispelled this suspicion.

Absolutely impossible, no one can swallow so much.

At that time, You Mingsheng was just teasing and mocking the Yunshan Sect person, not like this young man who swallowed his breath without saying a word.

If this young man is really a character like Nether Life, or some other great power, the three Taoists have long been dead, so how can they let the other party scold him for half an hour!

Lin Meng was puzzled, but could not make up his mind. The mysterious and obscure aura on this young man made Lin Meng unable to understand.

Zhao Miao patted Lin Meng’s shoulder and said, “Don’t worry. Although that person is strange, there is nothing strange about him. He may be an introvert. Let’s go quickly. I will take you to the surrounding towns. Turn around, try some famous dishes under Qingcheng Mountain!"

Lin Meng still frowned, and after taking a deep look in the direction the boy was leaving, he nodded and followed Zhao Miao's footsteps.

Zhao Miao took Lin Meng and his party around some villages and towns at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain, and tasted some famous dishes at the foot of Qingcheng Mountain. He wandered all the way from noon to the afternoon near dusk.

Walking on the road, Zhao Miao ate a bite of a local snack and said while walking slurred:

"People like the kind just now are very common among our great forces like Qingcheng Mountain, and they can't be eliminated. Although my master is more upright than me, jealous is like the kind of hate who can't see sand in the eyes of enemies."

"But his old man either retreats or studies the scriptures every day. He is basically a hand-off shopkeeper. Everything is left to my chief disciple and a bunch of celestial masters. The atmosphere inside Qingcheng Mountain has always been like this."

"Every time I encounter this kind of thing, the name of my chief disciple plays such a role, pretending to be able to scare them to death, other than...anyway, this is all the harm to me. One benefit!"

On the way, it was not so much that Zhao Miao led Lin Meng and others to play the friendship of the landlord, but it was Lin Meng who was playing with Zhao Miao.

Lin Meng and others found these folk things boring, and there were no amazing food and wine. After becoming the chief disciple, Zhao Miao finally managed to go down the mountain and relax, smiling all the time.

Everyone strolled around and returned to the original town under the mountain. At this time, Lin Meng saw a strange sight on the street.

The four great men were carrying a big sedan. It was not so much a big sedan, but rather a platform that could stand on more than a dozen people. This sedan walked on the road and took up most of the street. Pedestrians must evade and dare not stand in the way.

The most unique thing is that on the platform raised by these four people, there is a mahogany carved wide-back chair, which is as wide and long as the dragon chair that the emperor sits on.

Lying on its side lies a beauty with a fair complexion and a very exposed dress. One right eye is still covered by a black eye mask, and a long cigarette stick in his hand is constantly swallowing clouds, looking like The stature is very tempting, and the temperament is enchanting and evil.

There are two other wooden benches connected to this platform beside him.

One was a girl who looked like only fourteen or five years old in a blue swordsman costume, and the other was a young man with a black robe and gold pattern.