Chapter 5 The ugly people stop laughing

Among the many islands in the South China Sea, it is neither the largest nor the best scenery. However, those who know the inside story know that it is better not to provoke the characters from this island, even if they are just a small fisherman.

There is nothing else, just because there is an earth-shaking big man on the empty island. Today, he is only ranked as the red-haired ancestor of the old man and the sand prodigy in the Western Regions. Three hundred years ago, with a magic blood god knife, even the famous blood god son was folded in his hand.

The trapped island was originally just an ordinary island in the vast South China Sea, almost 600 miles from east to west. Thousands of fishermen have lived here for generations. Since the red-haired ancestor came here 500 years ago and opened a Taoist temple professor and apprentice, the island has gradually become prosperous. From time to time, there are monks who admire the prestige of the ancestors, driving in and out with various swords.

In today's hollow island, the red-haired ancestor and his family account for only a small part, and most of them are ordinary fishermen. However, with such a great power, the fishermen on the island usually have three disasters and six disasters, serious injuries and minor diseases, and they all have people to ask for help. Even if the ancestors don't have time to greet them, those disciples are all children of the fishermen, and they can't be saved. And the ancestor himself is also very kind to the fishermen, and there is no arrogance and air of Taoist superiors at all.

When the disciples of the Qingcheng School landed on the beach with sword light, many fishermen were casting nets at the seaside. Probably, they usually saw too many of these monks coming in and out. These fishermen were not very surprised to see the people sent by Qingcheng. They looked at them from afar and pointed and whispered from time to time.

When the disciples of the Qingcheng School saw these fishermen, they thought they were all local steamed buns. When they looked carefully, there were also some people who were quite outstanding. After all, there were red-haired ancestors who had been taught for hundreds of years. The fishermen on this island had extraordinary demeanor and temperament. Suddenly, there were several self-proportionate and romantic disciples of Qingcheng, who were interested for a moment and had some obvious thoughts.

A young monk named Pan Lang is also quite extraordinary in appearance. Especially rare, he is one of the few foundation disciples who have stepped into the threshold of Jiedan, so he also has a little more confidence. Of course, his greatest confidence is not his own practice, but his great-grandfather Pan Linzhao is now a law enforcement elder in Qingcheng, in charge of Jianfu Palace, with high power.

Pan Lang walked slowly towards a dark-skinned but handsome fisherman girl with a reserved smile on her face: "Girl, little student Pan Lang, my senior grandfather is the elder of Jianfu Palace in Qingcheng. Xiaosheng came this time under the order of his teacher. He took this group of brothers and came across the sea in three giant wooden boats to visit the red-haired ancestors of your island owner. I don't know if it's convenient for the girl to bring us a path.

Zou Zou said this and thought he was elegant and decent. Unexpectedly, when the girl saw his sour and rotten style, she immediately laughed, and even several young boys and girls around her coaxed and commented on Pan Lang, which was a little like watching monkey play.

Pan Lang suddenly became angry and his face turned red. He felt that several of his peers behind him seemed to be watching his jokes. For a moment, he couldn't take care of that much. He shouted, "What a bunch of scrimsons, don't be ashamed." Waving his hand is a sword light, cutting straight to the top of the fisherman's girl's head.

His original intention is not to kill people, but to scare the other party and cut off a few bunches of hair. After all, this is the Taoist temple of the red-haired ancestor. If he is involved in human life, although he is confident that his great-grandfather can still save himself, he makes his ancestors look bad and suffer. The head must be eaten. Now such a small punishment can not only show his comfort, but also flaunt his broad mind. Presumably, the red-haired ancestor must have just laughed when he saw that he came from a famous family.

He is sure that this type of sword light is close to the girl's facade. At this time, Gu Shiyuan had put away the giant wooden Shenzhou and went to the beach. Seeing this scene, he was immediately shocked: "Come on!"

It is said that sooner or later, the distance between Pan Lang and the girl is only about two feet. No matter how slow his sword light is, this distance will come in an instant. Although the girl, like the island's fishermen, is instructed by the red-haired ancestors, and she has usually practiced some slimming formulas, but she has seen such scenes there. The monks who usually came to trap the empty island were deterred by the prestige of their ancestors. They all followed the rules and lived with their tails between their tails. No one dared to fight against these civilians on the island. They were stunned for a moment and watched the sword light wipe their scalp and cut their hair.

All this was in the midst of lightning. After Pan Langfei's sword escape, he was proudly waiting to see his achievements, and he was quite happy. However, soon he couldn't laugh. When Jianguang was about to cut off the girl's first hair, he suddenly stopped, then sobbed, turned around, and flew back to Pan Lang. His speed and momentum were much more fierce than before.

Pan Lang's shock was not small. Fortunately, he reacted quickly. He immediately oiled the soles of his feet and fled with the wind. The sword was like a meteor, closely following the direction of his escape and turning several times on the beach. Pan Lang could even feel that the sword light was close to his back, and his whole body was cold, but the clothes bulging with sword spirit were leaking. His scalp was numb, his strength was weak, and he was no longer able to turn. Hearing a hiss, the flying sword that originally belonged to himself circled around himself, and finally circled several times above his head, bursting into countless residues.

This flying sword is related to his original Taoism. Now it has been pinched and exploded with a great mana. Suddenly, his internal organs were sensed and a mouthful of blood spewed out, which was already a great damage to his vitality. Then there was a burst of cracking, but his clothes suddenly cracked without wind, scattered into countless pieces of cloth, and suddenly became naked and naked.

Pan Lang's bad luck did not end here. Looking at the eyes of the people around him above his head, he was pitiful and sympathetic, but more gloating and terrified. He knew that he was not good, so he found that he was bare on top of his head. He originally wanted to cut off a few strands of the girl's hair as a punishment, but he didn't expect that the man behind him was more ruthless and directly shaved himself.

He was ashamed and ashamed, and more afraid of the man behind his back, but he has always been used to being domineering. Although he has suffered a little loss in the sea in the past few days, he was also thrilled in the end. How could he lose all his face like this time? Thinking of the prestige of his great-grandfather, he was angry from the bottom of his heart and turned evil. He was brave and pointed to the group of fishermen and shouted, "Who is pretending to be a ghost behind your back and teasing your young master Pan? When I go back, I will naturally tell my great-grandfather to see how he will deal with you."

The red-haired ancestor criticized the Qingcheng faction and returned to the topic: "What's the important thing for you to come to the empty island this time? Yin Mingyu has always been cunning and doesn't do anything that are not good. Let's say, this time he fell in love with the treasure of his ancestors. If he wants to take it away without effort, it won't work.

Gu Shiyuan was ready for a long time. He reached out and grabbed it in the void. An extra sheep fat jade clean bottle came out of his hand: "The master Yin Zhenren knew that the ancestor was sacrificing the five clouds of peach blossom barrier, so he specially ordered his confidant disciple to go to the barren land of southern Xinjiang. It took seven years to gather this bottle of fog." He also showed his wife with his eyes. How smart Gu Liu was, he immediately took out a bottle of wine pot from his arms and said loudly, "My concubine Gumen Liu would like to say peace to the ancestor. I have heard that the ancestor loved the world's fine wine. Yin Zhenren specially waited in Tianmu Mountain to collect the fallen leaves of the spiritual roots of heaven and earth to make this pot of wine. Please laugh at the ancestor."