My luck can go against the sky

The green mist rose in the forest, and the old man held a cane and smashed it at Han Zirong.

Han Zirong dodged slightly sideways, wrinkled forehead, pulled out the Wannian Peach Wood Sword hanging from his waist, and stabbed it.

The spiritual energy in the body was also injected into the peach wood sword along the right hand holding the sword at this time, and a golden light flashed across the sword body, piercing the old man like a peach wood sword like a sharp sword.

The old man let out a scream, and the crutches in his hand fell to the ground, blood oozing out along the wound.

The old man clutched his wound, looked at Han Zirong, pointed his left finger at him, staggered back, and kept panting, "You, you, I kindly advise you not to enter the mountain, you actually killed me!"

After that, he fell backward and fell to the ground, motionless, without a sound.

Han Zirong held Xiaoguai in spite of the whispering cry still reverberating in his ears, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and wanted to see if the old man still breathed.

He looked at the wound in the abdomen again, and the blood was just like ordinary people.

Han Zirong's heart suddenly stirred up.

There was nothing to do with both of them before, but now he was stabbed to death with a light stabbing by Taomu Sword. Han Zirong didn't believe it at all when he said there was no ghost.

However, the corpse in front of me couldn't be faked. It was obviously an old man in the day.

But why an old man could not die under his own two, and why he was faster than himself, he just arrived in this forest, but the old man clearly arrived in this forest long ago.

For a moment, Han Zirong was puzzled.

"What the hell is going on?" Han Zirong raised his head and whispered while looking at the front.

Looking down at Xiaoguai again, he asked in a low voice, "Do you know what's going on?"

Xiaoguai shook his head: "I don't know, uncle."

"Little boy can't see it either."

It should be a trick made by ghosts in the temple, Han Zirong thought in his heart.

Standing up, Han Zirong held Xiaoguai and continued forward.

Walking dozens of steps forward, a white figure leisurely passed Han Zirong's eyes, and a soft groan also echoed in Han Zirong's ear at the same time, endlessly.

Just about to step forward, the snow-white silk satin slowly fell from the sky and floated.

A young woman dressed in a white dress and naked with luxuriant jade feet slowly fell among the sky full of silk and silk.

The snow-white silk and satin fluttered on the ground, and the woman lay on it, leaning on her side, outlining her beautiful figure, her vermilion lips slightly opened, looking at Han Zirong.

A pair of long, snow-white legs were exposed, touching the heartstrings.

The hidden place faintly appeared before Han Zirong's eyes, which was fascinating.

An extravagant fragrance wafted in the air at some unknown time, which drew people to close their eyes and explore.

"Handsome guy, where are you going?" The woman Zhu lips lightly opened and said softly.

Han Zirong saw it really. The appearance of this young woman was obviously the woman holding the little boy in the daytime.

As soon as he was about to speak, an alluring fragrance penetrated into Han Zirong's nose and mouth.

Han Zirong's figure suddenly froze, closing his eyes, motionless.

The figures echoed in Han Zirong's mind.

Pei Manqing, wearing a uniform and wearing bright red lipstick, pressed him coldly under her body, and groans kept echoing in Han Zirong's ears.

Lin Shuangyu, dressed in a snow-white dress with chalcedony skin, leaned against him shyly, eager to refuse.

Wang Ziling, who wore a pale yellow buttock, hooked his long legs, and moved Han Zirong's heartstrings again and again.

Wearing a white Leisi wedding dress, Su Xiaorou lowered her head, weeped in a low voice, and said sorry again and again. She lay on his body, wet with tears, and outlined the graceful posture that Han Zirong was once so familiar with.

Han Zirong closed his eyes tightly, breathing heavily.

The young woman walked towards him step by step, opened her arms, hugged Han Zirong tightly, lowered her head, and whispered in his ear: "What are you thinking about, Zirong."

Han Zirong opened his eyes suddenly, but in an instant, he quickly closed them.

Ripples in his heart kept rising, with a sound of Zirong, a chuckle, and a low groan, making Han Zirong fall into it and unable to extricate himself.

The stars change, the moon bows, and the sun hangs high.

The sun and the moon rotate, changing several times.

The leaves lightly fell on Han Zirong, covering him. For a few days and nights, Han Zirong was covered with a thin layer of leaves.

The wind passed, the bird whispered, Han Zirong still stood motionless.

My heart is rippling, unable to extricate myself.

Xiaoguai stood quietly beside Han Zirong, looking at the left and right for a while, but from beginning to end, he did not leave Han Zirong's side, but stood quietly.

It wasn't until the little belly started to ring that Xiao Guai moved, and a red light flashed in his eyes, looking at Han Zirong, and then at the Miao Ling woman.

Xiao Guai looked at the woman curiously, opened his hand, and said softly: "I want to hug."

The Miaoling woman gave a chuckle, stretched out her hand, and hugged Xiao Guai in her arms.

There was a flash of red light in Xiao Guai's eyes, and she cleverly said, "I'm hungry."

After all, bite on the woman.

Sucking, a smell quickly disturbed Xiaoguai's mouth and nose, Xiaoguai stepped back quickly, clutching Han Zirong tightly and saying, "Smelly, it's stinky."

Han Zirong, who was almost falling into it, was awakened suddenly, stabbed with a peach wood sword in his hand, and the barrel entered the woman's abdomen.

The screaming scream suddenly sounded, and then quickly subsided.

The green mist dissipated, and the woman fell on the ground, her figure gradually shrinking into a wooden stake, Han Zirong turned around and looked at the old man's body.

But only a piece of yellowed wooden stake was seen, and there were traces of peach wood stab wounds on it.

The snow-white silk dissipated, the alluring scent of the tip of the nose was gone, only a pungent fishy smell remained.

Han Zirong's face was green, glanced around, and said solemnly: "It turns out to be illusion!"

The forest returned to calm, and the familiar sounds of insects and birds sounded again, and after taking a step forward, the sound of leaf shattering continued to sound.

Seeing nothing unusual happened again, Han Zirong breathed a sigh of relief, touched Xiaoguai's head, smiled and said, "Good job, Xiaoguai."

The little guy who was pulling Han Zirong's trouser legs raised his head proudly and proudly: "Hmm."

It seems to be saying, then boast, then boast.

Han Zirong let out a laugh, shaking off the fallen leaves on his body, and stepping forward.

With the sun falling down his shoulders, Han Zirong stood still, facing Yaoyang, humming softly in a childhood minor.

It wasn't until a sound of loyalty sounded that Han Zirong opened his eyes, took Xiaoguai, and continued to walk forward.

On the bluestone steps, perhaps the water vapor at night has not yet dissipated, and it is still a bit slippery.

Because there are people walking all the year round, the steps are not covered with moss, but there is a hint of smoothness.

From time to time, squirrels that had just gotten up and looked for food for a day sprang from the bushes on both sides of the road. When they saw Han Zirong, they stood there, and the unknown fruit in his hand could not be restored.

It wasn't until Han Zirong continued to move forward that the little squirrel looked around to see where his things had fallen.

The bells reverberated in the mountains, step by step on the long bluestone steps, the pointed stupa appeared little by little in Han Zirong's sight.

Han Zirong walked most of the time and looked up.

A little novice monk dressed in yellowed monk clothes stood quietly and obediently at the end of the bluestone ladder, calmly looking at Han Zirong.

It wasn't until Han Zirong walked to him that the little novice monk folded his hands together and quietly whispered: "Donor, the host has been waiting for a long time."

Han Zirong was shocked, and looked at him sideways: "How did your host know that I was coming?"

The young novice monk bowed slightly and stretched out his left hand to ask Han Zirong to continue walking forward: "The master has long known that the donor will come, and has ordered me to wait for the donor to cook dinner for the donor.

"I want to come to the donor to be hungry at this time, so let's eat fast. Later, after the morning class, the master wants to come and meet you."

After that, put your hands together again and move forward.