Brother Dao Committed Evil Again - Chapter 138

[Chapter 138: The Black Dragon River in Distress in the Middle of the Night]

Seeing the old man go out, knowing that they had met someone with supernatural powers, the father and son did not dare to delay any longer.

Looking back, the small bamboo building is still the same small bamboo building, it seems that nothing has changed. Although they don’t quite understand the mystery, but they are fleeing at the moment, even if they don’t know why, it’s not easy to ask more questions.

Under the cover of the night, the two escaped countless forbidden places under the leadership of the old man, and even ran out easily.

After walking in the dark for a long time, I finally walked to a beach beside the Heilong River and found a big rock to rest.

Song Zhilian’s previous poisoning hurt his leg. Although Yaowanggu’s later was cured and returned to normal, after running around for a long time, he couldn’t stand it any longer and kept screaming in pain.

The head of Taiyizong coaxed dotingly, “Good boy, I’ve suffered you, I’ll just rub it for you!”

When he spoke, he put Song Zhilian’s feet in his arms, and he kept massaging and squeezing it without disgusting the smell.

The old man watched from the side and said quite amusingly: “Brother Song really loves the child. Even at such an old age, it is really unacceptable for ordinary people to take care of him like this.”

The head of Taiyizong explained a little embarrassingly: “The child, even if he is a hundred years old today, he is still a child before becoming a parent. There are only so many days I can take care of, and in the future, I can only rely on Himself.”

Speaking of this, his tone couldn’t help but bring a bit of a cold feeling.

Song Zhilian acted as a matter of course, as if he had been electrocuted, and hurriedly stretched his foot back.

He said uneasily: “Dad, don’t talk about it, you are tired too, hurry up and take a rest.”

This kind of thoughtful words, that is, in recent days, he learned to say.

At the beginning, his head father was carrying him on the road, he was quite disgusted, and occasionally in his heart he would secretly hate that he had a useless father for making himself suffer so much.

Along the way, he would find fault when he had nothing to do, eat this for a while, touch that for a while, in a word, he would make him, the head of the family, like an animal, going round and round.

Later, passers-by pointed at him by chance, saying that he was unfilial and a traitor. He became angry, and tormented his head father even more.

Speaking of it, the head of Taiyizong is really a rare kind father in the world. No matter how messy Song Zhilian is, he can treat him calmly, not arrogant or impetuous.

But as he traveled day after day, Song Zhilian watched the head father’s white hair grow more and more every day. Especially when he met those monks, the head father always protected him firmly, preventing those monks from hurting a single hair of his hair.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect. In the past, he was only ignorant of the sufferings of the world, so he would want this and that without restraint, thinking that everything in this world would revolve around him.

When he came out and traveled such a circle, he could no longer be his playful self. That pitiful only a little bit of shame, but as time went on, it accumulated more and more, so that whenever he recalled his past self, he wished he could find a hole to burrow into.

Regarding Song Zhilian’s change, the head of Taiyizong patted him on the shoulder with relief.

The old man watched the interaction between the father and son, and his heart suddenly rose with admiration. He couldn’t help but think of the man who was locked in the cave by him in the ruins of the god king. I wonder if he is still alive?

This old man was none other than Mao Xian, who had been in the ruins of the God King for a hundred years. Since the fight, the four surviving people have been chased and intercepted by many people.

When he was inside, he was injured a little bit. After facing so many cultivators’ slaughter, even if he was a master of the illusion period, he couldn’t hold it. The cultivator was slandered with various talismans and spiritual treasures.

Don’t look at the ability of a talisman, but it adds up to a lot. When ten, a hundred, or even a thousand pieces are gathered together, the quantitative change will lead to a qualitative change. If the number of times is too high, the ants can also kill the elephant. .

Later, when he finally escaped, the injury nearly killed him. All the way, he ran to the old forest in the deep mountains. In his memory a hundred years ago, there was a valley of medicine kings that could cure diseases and save people.

Fortunately, his luck is not bad, this sect has not gone extinct, he didn’t make a trip in vain, and he finally survived.

However, there were also monks in that place. His trauma healed too quickly, revealing his nature as a monk. Soon someone would guess his origins. At that time, even if he wanted to run, he would not be able to escape.

Don’t look at how neat he is now. In fact, after the cultivator was injured, he recovered very slowly, because the spiritual energy of the world was depleted, and without the replenishment of spiritual energy, the dark wounds could only recover little by little, which was really difficult.

Just as he sighed inwardly, he heard bursts of “puff puff” water breaking, but in the black water river beside him, fish and shrimp kept jumping, as if they were suddenly fried. People jump.

“What’s wrong? Are these fish crazy? Are they going to become demons?” Song Zhilian guessed curiously.

He has also heard people say that some beasts, with a certain chance, will transform into monsters, but he doesn’t know if this counts.

Mao seemed to shake his head and directly denied, “How could there be monsters in the water. Huh? No, maybe there are!”

Although it was dark at the moment, it was still barely able to see the situation in the clear water under the impression of the surrounding snow.

What’s more, Mao seems to be a monk, and they have a magic technique that can be applied to the eyes, which can make them see clearly at night as well as day.

Such a small spell, Mao seems to be able to use it barely, after all, not much spiritual power is wasted.

Sure enough, when he looked into the water again, he could clearly see that there was a big guy inside, stirring constantly. Under the action of it, those fish and shrimp kept rushing and jumping, trying to escape.

He was curious if it was the legendary black dragon, and immediately took out one of his spiritual swords and stabbed the big guy.

For a while, the water splashed around, and countless fish and shrimp were slapped up along with the water waves, soaking the clothes of the three of them.

The water blushed, and it was obvious that the big guy was injured clearly. Just when Mao seemed to be planning to make persistent efforts and continue to strike the big guy with another sword, he heard countless smashing sounds behind him, but there were many people using it. Fu Bao sneaked up on the three of them.

“Go! Go in the water!”

Mao seemed to be reluctantly swinging his long sword to block the talismans one by one, pulling the father and son and jumping into the water.

The water was unexpectedly quiet, and the fish and shrimp that jumped up and down scattered and fled long ago. It is estimated that the big guy was injured.

After such a delay, I don’t know where it fled to.