Deviant Immortal of Uncanny Dao

Hearing the dog's cry, the door opened with a "crunch".

Gao Zhijian, who was naked in the upper part of his body, frowned and looked at him. It was cold and steaming sweat dripped down from his body.

"Do you smell it? Young child Yang and his eldest daughter-in-law are steaming buns today! Pork and green onions!"

Gao Zhijian slammed the door and closed the door again, looking at the mean swish of the dog.

Across the door, Gao Zhijian listened to Gouwa's complaining voice gradually drifting away, "Hey, it's boring, it's still Lu Xiucai's fun, and I don't know where that kid has gone. I haven't seen him for so long, I really miss him a little."

When no sound could be heard at all, Gao Zhijian turned around and picked up the heavy halberd with both hands. With a low growl, he pulled it up abruptly.

This giant halberd was dedicated to Peng Longteng. It was so incongruous in Gao Zhijian's hands, like a child riding a big horse.

After swaying and waving it a few times, with a tremor on the ground, the giant halberd smashed the ground slate into pieces.

Gao Zhijian, who was gasping for breath, looked down at his trembling hands, and blood was leaking from the cracked veins.

Gao Zhijian turned around and walked to the front of the house, holding a book in both hands, which was the Art of War book he found from the dead Peng Longteng.

As he shivered to the point of smearing the blood on his hands, a completely different content appeared in front of him in an instant. This is a martial art practice method!

He sat cross-legged with eyes wide open. According to the records in the book, he concentrated the killing intent in his heart, and condensed this killing intent together, and followed the steps in the book to cycle through luck.

Gao Zhijian went round and round. Sitting there cross-legged, he stared at an Arhat like in a temple, making people dare not look directly, strands of blood gushing out from him that seemed to have nothing, and his body seemed to have grown a little bigger. .

A bug just happened to fly, and as his eyes swept sharply, the bug instantly froze and died violently.

"It's time to eat! It's time to eat!!" Child Yang's cry made Gao Zhijian slowly close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, he became the simple and honest Gao Zhijian before.

Seeing Peng Longteng's appearance, he always felt that this thing was dangerous, so he wanted to try it himself, and then tell others if it was useful.

Gao Zhijian walked to the well in the courtyard, picked up a bucket of cold well water and fell head-on, washed the sweat off his body, put on his clothes, opened the door and walked towards the kitchen.

When he arrived, he saw other people eating delicious meat buns while drinking hot porridge.

No one cares, they seem very casual, regardless of whether men and women sit or not, they eat and chat while eating.

Gao Zhijian picked up the pot and picked fifty pieces with his chopsticks. He sat there and ate it by himself. He didn't beat the porridge in the pot, but poured a bowl of dark vinegar.

He took a bite first, dipped the gap of the steamed bun in vinegar, soaked it in vinegar, and then stuffed it into his mouth. He ate slowly, looking at the door from time to time.

When the people gradually dispersed, Yang Xiaoxiao scratched his head in confusion, "Senior Sister Xiaoman doesn't want to eat?"

After thinking about it, he clasped a bowl of steamed buns on a vegetable plate, and started to wash the steamer with the round-faced woman.

Seeing this scene, Gao Zhijian picked up the last bun in the basin and stuffed it into his mouth, took the remaining vinegar and drank it, picked up the bowl of buns and walked outside.

His goal is very clear, Bai Family Ancestral Hall, as he turned the three monkeys arranged side by side, the secret door suddenly appeared in front of him.

Gao Zhijian bent to go in, the oil lamps on the surrounding walls were already filled. It made the stairs that seemed a little dark before brightened a lot.

When he came back to the hall, he saw Chun Xiaoman muttering something in a low voice. "The disciple looks at the blue sky. All the masters are around. Twenty-four flavors of the heavens help the disciple to teach the ruler to drag the knife. The dragged knife turns into goose feathers. The iron ruler turns into lamp grass.

Hearing the footsteps, Chun Xiaoman turned around, his eyes lit up when he saw Gao Zhijian, "Zhijian, come and see, did I read it wrong, why didn't I respond?"

Gao Zhijian took the book in her hand, looked at it for a while, and then handed over the bowl of steamed buns in his hand. "eat."

Since the last time, Chun Xiaoman found that Gao Zhijian seemed to be recovering. From now on, if he said a word, he could make other people understand the meaning.

"I don't want to eat, you show me the contents of the book first." Chun Xiaoman seemed impatient, reached out and pushed the bowl away.

Gao Zhijian didn't think so, and handed the bowl over again, "Eat." He didn't say anything if he didn't eat.

Xiaoman accepted it reluctantly, took a small bite but hurriedly ate the buns, and asked, "Is Miaomiao back?"

Gao Zhijian, who was looking at the book in his hand, shook his head.

"Where did this dead girl go? I don't know how to write back to me." Chun Xiaoman, who was complaining just now, suddenly thought of something, and his heart suddenly froze, "Do you think she will..."

Saying this, she quickly comforted herself: "No, she won't do stupid things again."

While eating in a hurry and half-hearted, Chun Xiaoman choked, clutching his neck and burping.

Gao Zhijian put down the book in his hand, and patted Chun Xiaoman's back with his broad palm to help her eat well.

Chun Xiaoman, who was relieved, turned his head to Gao Zhijian and said, "If it doesn't work, let's call everyone to the place where Miaomiao disappeared and find it again. There is no news at all, I'm really worried."

"Yeah." Gao Zhijian nodded.

Just as Chun Xiaoman continued to eat the buns, the dog with the letter paper in his hand rushed down from the outside excitedly~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Hey! Junior Sister Bai has a letter! "

Chun Xiaoman stood up nervously, "Where is she now? What's in the letter!"

"What you asked, I don't know how to read." Gouwa handed the letter in his hand to Gao Zhijian next to him.

Later, under Gao Zhijian's change of mind, Chun Xiaoman realized that Bai Lingmiao was fine, she was going to Beijing to do some chores, and she would come back when she was done.

"It's fine, it's fine..." Chun Xiaoman, who was afraid for so long, took a deep breath. Bai Lingmiao was away these days, and she had nightmares every day.

Gao Zhijian approached the letter, and after looking at it carefully for a while, he stammered, "This...this...this is...yes...yes.... Brother Li's handwriting!" Only Senior Brother Li would like to use black charcoal to write this square font.

"Haha." Gouwa pointed at Chun Xiaoman and sneered: "What am I talking about, the young couple is in conflict, you are an outsider, don't join in blindly, maybe you help her scold her husband, and they will be on the bedside the next day. What about the fight at the end of the bed? I told you."