Behind him was the sound of hissing mist sprayed by the fire when it came to water. The stenched thatch smelled extremely strong and could float ten miles away.

The boy sat at the upper air vent, dipped in the deep mountains and flowing springs to clean it up, and sat cross-legged with his legs tied to the water, treating the forest fire and the villagers' crying as a background that has nothing to do with him.

"Yi" is not humane and ignorant. She just sat next to him, picking up his belt on the stream and holding it in her palm, for fear that he would suddenly disappear like he came.

After finishing washing, the boy picked up his face, looked at it as a mirror, and praised sincerely: "Ah, he is so handsome."

After saying that, he turned his head and ran into the eyes of the child in plain clothes behind him.

He scratched his ears, with no guilt on his face, but just a plain explanation: "It won't burn people to death. When I touched them from the back mountain, I saw them from house to house. They were all attending the rituals. There was no one in the house, so I put all the chickens, ducks, cows and horses."

"Yi" didn't understand what he was saying, and grabbed his belt wholeheartedly.

The boy didn't pay attention and got up by himself, but his belt was pulled away as he got up, and he immediately ended up loosely.

The boy yelled, but he didn't scold the child's rude behavior: "I like my belt?"

"One" treats the things in your hand as part of the boy's body, hold them tightly, and refuses to return them.

The boy squatted down and touched his head: "Okay, then don't move around."

After saying that, he pulled up the two ends of his loose belt, circled it, and tied the child's hands and feet in front of him.

The belt is quite soft, and the boy intentionally avoids letting the decorations hit his skin.

After tied a straight flower knot, the boy was sure that he would not run around, so he picked him up horizontally, held him to a dry place that was sheltered from the wind and light, and placed it with another unconscious little sacrifice: "Sit here, don't move around, don't shout."

"Yi" doesn't understand what the boy is saying very much.

But he really won't scream.

He has always been quiet, even when the children are going crazy together and imitating animals to shout at the moonlight outside the window, he just sits aside with his knees and observes them.

Now, "Yi" stares at the teenager with such clear eyes that are not as clear as humans.

The boy pondered for a moment, touched the storage bag, took out a candy, and stuffed it into the palm of "Yi".

"Yi" held the candy, played with it for a while, and then looked up at the boy.

The boy made a move to put it in his mouth, and stuffed the candy wrapped in thick paper into his mouth.

The boy let out a cry, stopped his movements quickly, held his chin and meditated for a while, and took another identical candy and peeled off the candy paper.

"One" did it ignorantly.

The boy raised the candy he had pulled away, leaned to his lips, and licked the candy.

"Yi" also gently lit the candy with the tip of his tongue, and tasted an unusually special taste. He only felt that his mouth and tongue were salivating, sweet, fragrant and delicious.

Without the need for the boy to teach him, he licked candy like a little beast.

Seeing that "Yi" was indeed obedient, the boy rubbed his soft forehead, took a new ethereal belt, and tugged out a neat and thin waist in two seconds. He pressed the sword at her waist, and then showed a dazzling and dazzling smile at "Yi", threw the candy in his hand in the air, opened his mouth and bit it, and then stepped towards the village where the fire was about to go out.

Later, after a long time, "Yi" realized that when he was eating candy little by little, waiting for the boy to come back, the boy did something shocking in that small village.

The boy was not in a hurry to return to the mountain village.

He hid in the dark, concentrated his mind and energy, and used the technique of transmitting sound to spread the "oracle" like a bell throughout the mountains: "My people, my son, my divine power has been greatly improved. A mere child is not enough to cultivate. He needs a thirty-year-old strong man to offer sacrifices every year. Only when the usual sacrifices are offered, I can guarantee you peace and peace. This time, the fire reduction is a lesson for you who do not follow the instructions."

Over the past decade, the "God" has always conveyed the "oracles" to the temple blessings, and then conveyed them to everyone.

This was the first time that many mountain people heard the voice of God. For a moment, they were shocked and inexplicable, and their faces, which were smoked and dark, were staring at each other.

They were puzzled. They clearly offered sacrifices every year, so why did God suddenly turn against each other and set fire to the house?

"God" seemed to know their doubts, and said leisurely: "I already know that I will pass the temple. Could it be that you are colluding with him and intend to fool things?"

The temple was so shocked that he died of fear. Without a time of argument, he was surrounded by mountain people who were inexplicably angry because of the loss of family wealth.

The mountain people waved their rakes and hoes and smashed the temple to the ground. The temple to the ground instantly broke out in blood and fell to the ground to moan and moan.

The few words and huge fires that "God" descended also aroused the doubts of the people of the mountains about "God".

These mountain people who read very little have always had straightforward ideas:

Previously, they could get a good harvest by offering sacrifices to their children every year, which was a cost-effective deal. After all, for them, the little boys could get as much as they wanted.

Children will not defend themselves and protest. Even if they want to resist, they will be weak and powerless.

But if thirty men slash their throats are sacrificed every year, the situation will be a little different.

The adult man present was shocked and speechless, and a question that had not emerged for decades since the beginning of the God Sacrifice:

...What kind of "god" is this?

The fact is that once disasters fall on one's own head, people are prone to starting to wonder.

The temple Zhu, who was so angry that he was fucked by the mountain people, was asked about the origin of the "god".

This man had just skimmed some books, and was not even a sour scholar. He was chosen by the "God" because he knew some words and knew how to be obedient.

He was offered a generous place by the villagers for a long time, and his skin was very expensive. After eating it for a few times, he cried and called his parents. He waved his hands and said that he knew nothing.

The mountain people became even more angry, feeling that they had been fooled, and were afraid that others would compromise with the "God". In the end, the disaster of slashing the throat sacrifice fell on their heads. They were all extremely enthusiastic, and they raised their farm tools, headed straight to the temple, and smashed them.

The earth is covered with mud and gold, and the divine bones are turned into ashes.

Looking at the peeling paint and broken mud skulls all over the floor, and hearing the panic screams of children imprisoned in the inner room, those who were blinded by anger gradually realized that the situation was not good.

If you don’t say anything, the divine power of this “God” is real.

They smashed the golden body of "God" and once they incur revenge...

There were also a few silly greens who shouted that if they dared to come, they would make it look good, but most people felt terrified, stepped on the ground, their faces were dull and their faces turned ashen.

While everyone was panicking, they suddenly heard a strange voice outside the temple: "Lucky, please ask..."

Hundreds of long and short farm tools were aimed at the door. Who would have thought that the person who came was a weak and elegant, slender boy, wearing a slim fence, and couldn't see his face clearly.

Someone shouted boldly: "Who is it? Don't pretend to be a fool!"

The young man was generous and opened the black veil on his head: "Uncles, I am a Taoist priest from the side. I saw the thick smoke rolling on the mountain, as if there were monsters, so I went up the mountain to check one or two, and there were many disturbances..."

People are always inevitably respecting Luoyi first and then respecting others. What's more, the young man in front of him is born with noble and dignified manner, and his behavior as a son of a great man is more like an immortal than the illusory evil god who has never met.

As soon as he saw his face, the mountain people instantly dispelled their doubts, and heard that he was a Taoist priest, and even more, he surrounded him like a drought and rain for a long time, and told him all the time and the consequences, asking the "little god" to help.

The prisoner who was blatantly setting fire in the village was clearly right in front of him, but the mountain people were completely unaware of it.

The boy listened carefully, nodded seriously from time to time, and was full of cultivation.

After hearing this, he looked around at the mountain people who were crying, leaned over with his sword, and bowed down: "Fengling Chang Boning, I am willing to solve your problems."

Soon, the yellow sand and stones outside were roaring wildly, as if the heaven was furious, and the sky was shaking and the lightning was shook, restless and uneasy.

The "evil god" who originally planned to come to enjoy the delicacies in the second half of the night was furious when he noticed the temple was destroyed and came to settle the score. Who would have thought that the houses in the mountains were slumped and devastated, so he couldn't help but stayed silent.

The village is silent as quiet as a mourning hall.

There was only a young man in white clothes, sitting on the altar where the fire was still burning, quietly using his "holy water" to wipe his sword.

The monster walked out of the black fog and looked like a strong Kong Wu man. He was full of demonic energy and could not be seen by ordinary people, but people from the Taoist sect could tell at a glance.

Seeing the appearance of the person coming, the monster looked around and confirmed that there were no other monks. Then he laughed strangely: "Oh, Feng Ling is so weak now that he wants to send a boy who is still not dry to save the person?"

The boy no longer had the respect and humility in front of the mountain people: "Sorry, I'm not here to save people."

He sat there, tied a smooth sword flower, and smiled at the Blood Sect demon cultivator in front of him: "I'm here to kill people."

The demon cultivator disagreed and shouted "arrogant", pushed the palm that had accumulated blood mist across, and then sneered.

With his cultivation level, facing a weak man of this age, he would have made one move seem to be too much.

The demon cultivator has met many Taoist boys and has a lot of experience in their strength. He pushed his palm with a fog of poisonous blood. Even if he was not broken half of his bones, he would be poisoned and killed.

Who would have thought that the red blood mist moved.

Two blue and purple lights in the fog intersect, rolling like a whirlpool, twisting and absorbing the blood mist, showing the momentum of hundreds of rivers entering the sea, and turned into something controlled by a young man. The red mist surrounds the sword, which is extremely strange.

The mountain people hiding in the ruins and temples were stunned.

The demon cultivator was shocked and shocked, and did not dare to neglect. He drew his sword and controlled his energy, and took thousands of murderous intents to kill the young man on the stage!

Facing the straight-thread Frost Blade, the boy tilted his head slightly and raised his eyebrows.

With a clang, the swords collided.

The demon cultivator opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it.

The young man was actually a man who was walking in a fast sword. The sword flew like a star, leaving only the shadow like snow. In just a few moments, the blades of the two of them had already twitched each other for dozens of times, making his wrist numb.

It is not uncommon for a fast sword. However, when the demon cultivator uses the magic pill, his spiritual power will inevitably overflow, and the overflowing spiritual power is actually extradited and eliminated by the boy. It is like water encountering water and merged into the two swords held by the boy himself, making his sword both fast and heavy, as fast as the sky is about to fall and the mountains are about to destroy.

The demon cultivator found that he had miscalculated his opponent's strength and was too late to withdraw.

"I call the sword technique 'Guixu', do you know why?" The young man flicked his move, merged into the black fog, and tried to escape, chased him to the fog and smiled lightly, "It means 'Ten thousand valleys to Guixu'."

Unlike his relaxed voice, his sword was so brilliant that it broke through the plains, penetrated into the shadow of the clouds, penetrated into the clouds, and slashed through the black fog.

As the blood was blooming, the boy threw away the blood beads on the sword, put the sword away and turned around.

The two swords closed together and were placed in the sheath of an ordinary-looking green sword.

The black mist dissipated, and there were no monster corpses separated from their heads on the ground.
To be continued...