Chapter 382 Good boy, respect your teacher

Opening the door, Feichen stepped out of Jiang Hanfeng's room. However, it happened that as soon as he took a step, a cold voice sounded behind him.

"Ha ha, why don't you show up and talk about it?" The old voice was like the soul song under Jiuyou, which scared Feichen with excitement.

When he turned around, there was no sign of anyone, which made him even more solemn in his heart.

However, when I looked at the corner of the wall, I saw an old Taoist priest holding a pillow, and his saliva flowed out. He whispered, "Ha ha, sir, why are you a gentleman on the beam? Sir, why are you here? Sir, what are you doing today..."

The old Taoist priest repeated a few words like this, and his voice was strange and gloomy. Under the cold wind around and the rustle of the bamboo forest, it looked extremely gloomy. Feichen hid all his breath and stood in front of the door, looking at the old Taoist priest with a gloomy face, without any relaxation.

The old Taoist priest's cloudy eyes also looked at him, and his saliva fell to the ground. Although the mixture of snot and saliva was extremely disgusting, it made Feichen dare not move his eyes for a moment, because the man made him unable to see through.

"Your Excellency, why don't you show up and talk about it?" The old Taoist priest laughed, but tears fell to the ground on his cheeks.

'Sticious', such illegal behavior made Feichen feel suffocated. He did not move. Standing in front of the door, he didn't know whether the next step should be to enter the door as if nothing had happened or fly away from here quickly.

Until half a sound, the old Taoist priest stood up with a pillow in his arms, shook his head, staggered towards the depths of the garden, and never moved his eyes to Feichen.

"Who is he? Why are you here? Why can't you see the cultivation? Why do you seem to see through yourself, but don't expose yourself or stop yourself? A series of questions made Feichen pestle stay where he was, and it took almost a bunch of incense. It was not until the old Taoist priest slowly sank into the depths of the round forest that he felt a little depressed. But the key is whether the other party finds himself? Is it really crazy? Or are you stupid and crazy?

When the mysterious old Taoist priest was far away, Feichen was already confused, but in the end, he still dodged into Jiang Hanfeng's room, but this episode lingered in his heart.

Let go of the divine consciousness and search everything around you, and soon find an unusual place. This is an arc-shaped hidden candlestick. Like other candlesticks, it is just the smell of the cold wind, which seems to be the location of a certain organ.

Feichen touched this thing and shook it left and right, but there was no movement. He couldn't help but be a little curious, but when he pressed it down, the candlestick sank in with a click, but then there was no response.

"Strange, is there any other prohibitions on this thing?" Feichen let go of his hand and continued to feel the difference here. Now is not the time to crack it directly. Except for the gate, there is a fragile prohibition here. If something touches it, it will break, and the cold wind will detect it.

"Your Excellency, why don't you pull it up?"

The creepy voice flashed softly in my ear, and Feichen suddenly turned around! I took two steps back!

The old Taoist priest's face is very close to him, very close, almost sticking to his face. Feichen can clearly see the other party's saliva and snot.

has been found! Feichen frowned and had called Fairy Zhong to protect himself at any time.

"Your Excellency, why don't you pull it up?" The old Taoist priest repeated again, which was said to Feichen, because even if he could not see the other party's invisible air, he could directly feel his existence!

"Who are you!" Feichen asked in a low voice, and the alarm bell kept ringing in his heart. The person who can exert restraint against him is very strong, absolutely very strong!

"Your Excellency, who are you?" The old Taoist priest held the pillow and asked stupidly with his head sideways. His eyes were cloudy, so that people couldn't see anything inside.

"What are you doing here?" The old Taoist priest stretched out his withered hand, and his narrow five fingers were embedded with five crystal clear crystal nails, as if he wanted to touch Feichen's face.

Feichen took a look and was very afraid. This is obviously a treasure, and the order is at least above the level of Lingbao!

If you don't hesitate, a sword comes out of its sheath. It's the purple glazed sword!

Hum...Hum...Hum... The nails gently touched the purple glazed sword and made an unpleasant sound. However, the faint pressure made Feichen almost unable to move, and the halo of the chaotic clock was also surrounded by the vigilance of the power that was difficult for outsiders to find.

"This is the purple glazed sword. Are you the master?" The old Taoist priest felt the sound of the sword, and his half-squint eyes suddenly widened, as if he could see through Feichen's body.

"Master?" Feichen's heart beat. Is this old man a disciple of the Purple Mountain Sword School? But why is this person here? Although he was suspicious, in the blink of an eye, he coldly followed Zhang Laoer's tone and said, "Are you a disciple of the Purple Mountain Sword Sect? Why didn't you wear the Zicangshan Taoist suit? Why is it so obscene? Are you going to lose all the face of our Purple Mountain to feel comfortable!"

The old Taoist priest hissed his saliva and snot back. He seemed to have a cold shiver all over his body. He knelt on the ground and trembled. He repeatedly said, "Please punish me... Please punish me... I don't dare anymore, my disciples don't dare anymore..."

"Is it really the Purple Mountain Swordsman?" Feichen was shocked all over. He looked at the purple glazed sword in his eyes in disbelief. He looked at the old Taoist priest who seemed to be blind but did not seem to be blind. He seemed to be crazy but recognized the sword, and he pondered on the next move in his heart.

The old Taoist priest was still trembling. Feichen stared at him, and his hand touched the candlestick and pulled it up. There was a strange sound, as the old Taoist priest said, but it was not enough. Then he asked, "What's next?"

"Master, hehe, push one foot to the left, two feet to the right, then back one foot and press it." The old Taoist priest continued to laugh foolishly, but his snot and saliva did not flow out again.

"What are you laughing at? Don't laugh!" Feichen didn't plan to believe the words of the old Taoist priest, but he grabbed the candlestick and couldn't move from left to right. He had no choice but to follow this person's words.

"Yes, master." The old Taoist priest looked at Feichen, but did not dare to laugh. He bowed his head on the ground and said the next step after every step, but his whole body did not dare to move at all, as if the person in front of him was his master.

Feichen was funny in his heart, but he picked up a master apprentice in vain, but he was very happy.

The next step is simple. After several different steps, the door finally creaked open. This time, Feichen was amazed. The candlestick actually seemed to be light, but it took a lot of effort to move. If there was no one to give advice, after hundreds of steps, the banquet would be over.

It's just that what is the disciple of the Zicangshan Sword School doing here? Why do you remember the organs here? If this old Taoist priest is crazy, why is his memory so good?

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