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"How do you know?" Seventh Uncle suddenly opened his eyes wide and stepped forward to grab my clothes. "Hurry up and speak!" "Where is he?"

I subconsciously took a step back and pushed aside Seventh Uncle's hand, pointing towards the bamboo forest in front of me. "Standing at the highest point, you can see the end of it with your eyes. At such a small place, if you dare to set up a death array, I don't believe that kind of trash like Ling Xiaozi can do it.

Seventh Uncle was still in a trance. He looked around and sighed, "Forget it, he's always been like that. Let's just go!" "It seems Master doesn't want to see me."

I chuckled and patted Seventh Uncle's shoulder. "It seems that Dao Tomb Zhenren is only that skilled. Breaking through the formation is even easier than eating lunch. Since Seventh Uncle wants to find a master, after ten or eight years, it won't be too late. Let's go!"

I waved my hand, beckoning to the three of them to prepare to head down the mountain. Ga! "Ga!" A playful laughter rang out. It felt far away, but it was heard clearly. "Teacher, teacher, where are you?" Seventh Uncle raised his head towards the sky and shouted, "I am Dong Seven Chuan!"

We stopped in our tracks when suddenly, a white figure appeared. I turned my head abruptly and saw a figure wearing a white robe shuttling back and forth in the bamboo forest.

I walked to Seventh Uncle's side and whispered, "He's less than 1.7 meters tall, and his footsteps are light and graceful. He seems to be an old man."

"That's right, that's right!" It's my master! " Seventh Uncle screamed at the bamboo forest, "Master, disciple Dong Seven Chuan! Please show yourself. "

We stared at the dead bamboo forest, nothing but traces of the wind. "You're looking for me!" A mischievous voice rang out from behind us, scaring me. I immediately jumped away, turned around, and saw an old man with white hair and a white beard. He was crouched behind Seventh Uncle, almost close to his ear as he spoke.

I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine. This person's agility was at the acme of perfection and my sensitivity was so great that even ghosts could sense him. Even though a living person had appeared behind us, I didn't notice it at all.

I couldn't help but take a few steps back. When Seventh Uncle turned around and saw the old man, his eyes flashed and he immediately knelt. He clasped his hands and said, "Qi Chuan greets Master. I beg for your forgiveness."

"Caw!" Ga! Ga! Ha ha-ha, Oako, Ga, Ga, Ga! It's been so long since I've been here, and it's been so boring! " So he was a Daoist Master of the Dao Tomb Sect, which surprised everyone. When he spoke, he had a face full of smiles, just like an old kid. An old urchin that had been lonely for many years was patting his thigh while scratching his ears and cheeks, "Come, come, come, why should we brothers be polite? "Hurry, wake up."

When I heard this, my jaw almost dropped to the floor. How could Daoist Master Daosi have the slightest appearance of a teacher? He's simply a lunatic.

Adept Dao-Tomb courteously reached out his hand to support Seventh Uncle, who knelt on the ground. "Master, Qi Chuan doesn't dare. Qi Chuan is guilty, and he almost caused a disaster to the Dragon Sect!"

"Disaster!" Oh, so it's like that! If it was a disaster, so be it! If he let that stupid Ling Xiaozi become the Sect Leader, it would be f * cking refreshing without any accidents! I really want to kill him with a single slap, quack quack! " Adept Dao-Tomb gestured with his hands and feet in a dance.

My mind has been filled with images of the Daoist Master of the Dao Tomb. In the depths of the mountains … An old man who had a graceful bearing and accompanied a Mountain Bird Spirit should be considered a Half Immortal. However, this sloppy old geezer in front of me was something that I couldn't accept for a moment.

Daoist Master Dao Tomb stood in front of Seventh Uncle and took small steps as he smiled at us and said, "Come, brothers. Help your boss up. Kneeling before me is too outrageous."

Fatty Lei and I woke up from our dream and went forward to help Seventh Uncle up. "Seventh Uncle, are you sure you haven't seen wrongly?!" This person … Is it really your master? "

Seventh Uncle did not reply. When I turned my head, a pair of bright and spirited eyes filled with wrinkles were inches away from me. Adept Dao Tomb tiptoed and shook his head at me. "What?" You dare to doubt me? Aiyo! Kid, you're not simple, come! Come! Come! Let me confirm it for you. " With that, the Dao Tomb Zhenren swaggered in front of Seventh Uncle. He placed his hands on his hips and tilted his head. "Little Chuan, kneel down!"

Seventh Uncle didn't even think before kneeling down on the hard mountain path filled with small stones. "Master, please atone for your sins!"

The Dao Tomb Zhenren was like a child, as if he had taken advantage of this situation. His head shot up to the sky, "Haha, hahaha! See! "Haha!"

"Yes, yes!" "I believe you. You are a Daoist Immortal of the Dao Tomb Sect, just like a fake one." Fatty Lei hurriedly said and helped Seventh Uncle up.

After laughing for a while, he suddenly stopped and walked over to Fatty Lei. He stared at Fatty Lei with spirited eyes, "Hey, Little Fatty, what did you say just now? From the way you talk, it seems like you don't really believe me, hmph! " He looked at Seventh Uncle and said, "Little Chuan, Master didn't give you the order. Who told you to get up?" Two years out and the wings grew hard, didn't they? "

Without a second word, Seventh Uncle fell to his knees with a "putong" sound and shouted, "Master redeemed himself, disciple knows his wrongs, disciple ate his wrongs."

The scene in front of me made me speechless. No matter how Fatty Lei and Yin Fu supported Seventh Uncle, without Dao Tomb Zhenren's promise, Seventh Uncle would just kneel and not get up.

After a while, he found a flat rock, sat down on it, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, smelled the smoke, and sniffed around. Noticing my presence, he jumped in front of me and squatted down.

I was seven or eight meters away from him, so I didn't see how he was going to use his strength. He just stepped in front of me, sniffing at the cigarette I had lit, "Hey! Hey! "Heh!" The Daoist Spirit raised a hand and lightly patted me on the shoulder. "Little brother, where did you smoke from?" This old man has lived in seclusion in the depths of the mountains for decades, haha … I haven't smoked a cigarette in a long time. How about you give me one? "

Hey! This old fellow was quite good at playing. I took a deep drag of my cigarette and pursed my lips towards Seventh Uncle who was kneeling down. Daoist Master Dao-Ling arrogantly stood up, coughed twice, and pointed with his finger, "Yes, yes!" That... Ol 'Chuan, up... "Get up!" With that, he turned around and quickly squatted beside me. "Heh heh! Little brother, little brother, let me have a taste of what this cigarette tastes like. "Can you?" He opened his mouth and rubbed his hands.

I took another two puffs and the cigarette was only left with a cigarette butt. I tilted my head and looked at him. "Alright, here you go!"

I handed him the cigarette butts, and Daoist Master Dao-ling put the cigarette butts in his mouth, took a deep breath, and inhaled deeply into his lungs. That kind of feeling of enjoyment was all I could see; after I finished smoking, I looked at the cigarette butts that were about to go out, and with a bitter face, he said, "Little brother, little brother, do you have anything else? "I'll give you one more mouthful."

I smiled and shook my head. Dao Tomb Zhenren wants to smoke, next time please do so early! " I stood up and ran over to Seventh Uncle's side, giving them a look.

After that, no matter where I went, Daoist Master Dao Tomb would follow behind me like a shadow, seeking cigarettes. Seventh Uncle stood straight in front of Dao Tomb Zhenren and respectfully said, "Teacher, disciple has met with trouble. May I ask master if you can tell me anything about the Ghost Infant?"

Daoist Master Dao Tomb smiled at me and used Seventh Uncle's words to fart. He used all his strength to curry favor with me, then turned around and waved his hand. "Go, go play on the side!" Master has something important to do here! " I wanted to laugh as I looked at Daoist Master Dao Tomb. My eyes lovingly stared at my pocket.

I took out a cigarette from my pocket and stuck it out. "Tell me about the ghost baby and I'll give you a cigarette."

Daoist Master Dao Tomb blinked his eyes. His expression was just like how I used to deceive him. He held his mouth and said, "No, no. You first let me smoke a cigarette before I tell you."

He turned to look at Seventh Uncle and immediately glared at me. He felt a wave of helplessness, as if he was about to be played by Dao mausoleum. He passed the cigarette to him and lit it.

The Dao Tomb Zhenren squatted on a rock, closed his eyes, and finished enjoying a cigarette. Then, he laid down again and wiped his chest with his hands, crossing his legs. How comfortable! "Crunch! Crunch!"

Seventh Uncle walked in front of him and said in all seriousness, "Teacher, can you tell me something about the Ghost Infant?"

With that, Daoist Master Dao-Tomb fiercely glared and pulled Seventh Uncle over, "Brat! Tell me the truth, what does these three people have to do with you? "

Seventh Uncle did not dare to hide the truth. "Master, they are disciple's subordinates!"

"Hahahaha!" "Haha!" Sage Dao-Tomb clapped his hands as he lay on the stone and cheered, "Aiyaya!" It's going to be easy this time, hahaha! Go! Bring all the cigarettes in that child's hand, I want to be satisfied with it! "