"Yes, the feathered immortal." The old man nodded, with a hint of pride in his eyes.

"So, is the old man a god?" This made Li Tianchou alert. The old man didn't have many unique features. Although he was young, he was energetic, and he looked a bit fairy-like. However, Qingyun was not much better than Baiyun in Liuyun Temple. To be honest, it was a polite compliment. Now he lived in good living conditions and knew how to keep his health. It was not strange for the old man to live a hundred years old to have a long life. From this perspective, it was unknown whether the old man wanted to make a joke with him.

"Haha, do you think the baby doesn't believe it?" the old man laughed.

"The old man misunderstood. There may be gods, but I have never seen them." Li Tianchou was honest and did not say enough. On the one hand, he hinted that the old man should not fool others. On the other hand, he really wanted to hear about Yuhuan ascend to immortality. Most of the records in Liuyun Temple's books are unclear, mysterious and mysterious. Is there really a god in the vast world?

Not to mention the distant things, even the many strange things that happened to Li Tianchou himself cannot be explained by science. Although he has never seen a god, he has seen one of the divine birds, the duplicate birds in the purple garden, the ancient legendary divine birds. He still holds a feather with a duplicate name in his arms, which has become one of his ways to save lives. The energy contained in the feathers and the colorful light domains stimulated him to experience miracles. It is fake to say that he is not itchy in his heart.

But when Li Tianchou thought of the feathers of the name, his mood immediately became depressed. For some reason, it and the Bodhi branch and leaves had turned into coke, as if they had burned themselves, and their chest still hurts faintly.

"Since I haven't seen it before, that's fine." The old man's expression suddenly became strange, and suddenly "Huh" sounded, and his eyes immediately looked at Li Tianchou's left chest, "What is that?"

The old man suddenly had his eyes bright and bright. Li Tianchou immediately subconsciously took a big step back, but he had no meaning in his retreat. The distance between him and the old man was still two or three feet away, and he had not changed at all. He suddenly realized that this was the old man's territory, and there was strangeness everywhere, just like when he first entered the purple garden at Liuyun Temple, he had difficulty walking by the bamboo forest at the beginning.

Could it be that the secret realm of Mr. Xi is as magical as Ziyuan? The more Li Tianchou thought about it, the more he felt it was possible. Suddenly his heart chilled, and the yellow silk that had been hiding close to him actually flew towards the old man in the air. He was very anxious and hurriedly reached out to grab it, but his body suddenly felt as if it was nailed to the ground and could not move at all. He couldn't help but be shocked.

"You old man, what's your intention?" In desperation, Li Tianchou reached out and touched the pistol on his waist. When he fell into the cave, he threw one, but he still had one.

"The old man has not cured you for trespassing into the secret realm yet. What can you think of some things outside?" The old man's face turned cold. His smile just now became domineering and arrogant. An invisible pressure hit the face. Li Tianchou suddenly felt that he bumped into an invisible giant rock, dizzy and involuntarily trying to resist with all his might, but it was futile. The insignificant power he emitted was like a moth to a fire, a stone sinking to the sea, and the bones in his body began to creak due to the huge pressure, and a cold air appeared in his heart. He thought to himself, how could this old man who was not astonishingly terrified?

The old man slowly reached out to catch the flying yellow silk, spread it in his palm, and carefully checked the appearance, showing a look of surprise on his face.

The yellow silk has actually been burned into a black stack by fire, stuck together and cannot be torn apart. The outer edges of the feathers have been carbonized, and the branches and leaves of Bodhi are naturally even more unreasonable. Even so, Li Tianchou was not willing to throw them away. He thought of dealing with the matter between him and Zhang Zhiqiang, and after rescuing the monk, he returned to Yunguan. I believe that the answer to the problem will be found in the Ziyuan Garden.

But this kind of thought was not very confident, because after the two treasures were inexplicably burned, Li Tianchou felt that the connection and sensing between him and Ziyuan had faded a lot. He didn't know what happened to Liuyun Temple, and he was always worried.

The old man seemed to be concentrating on his whole body. After carefully peeling off the yellow silk, his whole body seemed to be suddenly stationary and motionless. The invisible pressure on Li Tianchou's body instantly reduced a lot. Even so, beads of sweat as big as beans continued to roll down from his forehead like a gate was opened.

Little did he know that the old man was even worse than Li Tianchou at this moment. When his hand touched the feathers under the yellow silk, it seemed like it was burned by charcoal. The pain penetrated into his heart. The old man almost couldn't help but hum. Suddenly, a voice came from his ear, with anger in his majesty, "Little guy, take away your dirty hands!"

The sound was like a bell slamming in the old man's heart, which changed his expression several times in an instant. He quickly used his eyes to check carefully, and was shocked, "The Supreme Immortal forgives the crime, Xiaoxian has no intention of offending it, because the young boy in front of him broke into the forbidden area of ​​Xiaoxian's past. Xiaoxian was afraid that he had ulterior motives, so he stepped forward to investigate... But he didn't expect that this doll was very brave and dared to hold the seven-flame armor of the Supreme Immortal..."

"Lie! It's obvious that you are not upright in your mind, but you are slandering others. Could it be that you can't come in person and want to take my treasure?" The majestic voice in the old man's ear became more and more angry, and the volume suddenly changed from hitting the bell to thunder, with the afterglow rolling, and the momentum was as loud as the sky.

Li Tianchou could not hear all this, but felt the rumbling sounds like thunder in his ears. When he looked at the old man, his face was extremely solemn and there was a panic that could not be concealed. He was talking to himself alone at the stack of black yellow silk, without any boredom. This made Li Tianchou feel more relaxed. The pressure the old man exerted on him was almost unable to understand it.

"Absolutely not, I calmed down. I watched this little baby carry a peerless treasure, which was too shocking and suspected that this person was from unknown origin. In addition, if such an ordinary person suffers an accident, this treasure will be..."

"Stop it! Who is the turn to give Qiyan Liejia to your turn? I have a lot of connection with this little kid. Don't say that you can break into your small doghouse, just a fire will burn you clean. Do you dare to talk in front of me?"

"Don't blame the immortal, don't blame the little fairy, they all blame the little fairy for being ignorant. If it weren't for your advice, the little fairy would probably cause a big disaster today. I will return the treasure to this doll." The majestic voice became fierce, and the old man immediately admitted his fear, and his attitude was extremely respectful and frightened. The grade and status of the two in their world might be very different.

"Slowly, you will become determined to see money and bully the weak with a gun. Do you think it's just that easy to forget?"

"Ah?" The old man was so scared that he almost knelt on the ground. Li Tianchou was also shocked. He didn't know what disease the old man had, so he left him aside and said nothing about it. He had been talking to himself for a long time, and he still had to kneel to the ground as he was talking. What does it mean?

"My seven-flame armor has been severely damaged. You have found everything in this bad place to restore the energy. Also, since this little kid can reach your territory, he can't go back empty-handed, you can't do it."

"Grand Immortal, let me spare the little fairy this time. This pure qi is unique to the fairy world. Not to mention my small cave, even if I search all the world of the mortal world, I will definitely not have this condensed qi object."

"Oh? I can't punish you if I say so?" The majestic voice suddenly became cruel.

"Good my life, gonna spare my life..." The old man finally knelt down with a thud, bowed to the black yellow silk in his hand, and kept muttering to spare my life. Li Tianchou almost glared at the side, thinking that meeting a madman in this paradise that is as beautiful as a fairyland is obviously a shameful thing, but this old man is too strange and powerful. Maybe he is a Taoist hermit who has practiced for many years. Has his brain been broken? I don't know why he suddenly remembered the scene when he first met Xiao Song when he met kiwis.

"Give up your life? Of course I have to spare me. For the sake of my deity's mood today, that's it. Don't talk about the little baby anymore and do it together." The majestic voice ended here, and the movement in my ears, which was like rolling thunder, disappeared without a trace.

The old man sat on the ground with his butt, his spirit of energy decreased a lot. His rosy cheeks just now also turned gray. He trembled with his right hand, looked at the black yellow silk, and then looked at his index finger. He opened his mouth and bit it. Two drops of red and haloed blood dripped on the yellow silk one after another. It was strange that with a sneer, the two drops of blood instantly disappeared.

Before Li Tianchou could stop it, a classic that he saw in Liuyun Temple suddenly popped up in his mind, which specifically explained the essence and blood and its importance to Taoist practitioners. The so-called solidification of essence and blood and guarding Yuanyang is the basis of cultivation. This old man is definitely a Taoist hermit. The two drops of blood just now looked like the essence and blood in the description, but inexplicably dripped on his yellow silk like no money, and it was unintelligible.

After doing this, the old man felt relieved and the blood on his face recovered a little. He stood up and looked at Li Tianchou, and suddenly his expression became amiable. After a few steps, he came to him and handed the yellow silk in his hand over and said softly, "Little kid, please pack this thing carefully."

Li Tianchou took it suspiciously, not paying attention to the old man's eyes and the painful look on his face. He only found that the weight of the yellow silk was slightly heavier than before, so he naturally had to check it carefully. So he gently turned on the two layers of silk cloth that were almost ashes. The originally curled and ashed colorful feathers inside suddenly became shiny, and the part that was curled into ashes was slowly falling off, as if there were new down feathers forming. Although the Bodhi leaves had not changed much, it also surprised him so much.

"You are the one who is destined to come to this secret realm of Mr. Xi. To be honest, I have not visited this secluded place for hundreds of years. You might as well walk around casually. Everything is like you have something you like. You can... use it, and use it, and you don't need to tell me about it." The old man said enthusiastic words in a long while, but there was no idea of ​​enthusiastic hospitality in his tone.

"Thank you for your kindness. I am sorry to come to the door rashly, so I dare not bother you anymore. Please tell me how to go on the way to leave?" Li Tianchou did not pay attention to distinguishing the old man's emotions, but he cared very much about the word "hundreds of years". He thought that although this old man was very magical, he was so crazy that it was inexplicably better to have less contact.
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