"After all, my disciples are just trying to cleanse themselves!"

Xu Ping'an held the swordsman who had poor alcohol tolerance but was very skilled in swordsman sitting down in the pavilion and said sincerely to his master, with a little ashamed and apologized in his tone.

"oh?"

"What do you say about good disciple?"

Hu Dianzi raised his legs and picked his teeth on the edge of the pavilion.

"After the disciple was lucky enough to kill the dragon today, he was still a little secretly happy. He thought he had already had some means to save his life in this chaotic world, but now he realized that he was still watching the sky in the well. The sword in the disciple's painting was a world of difference compared to the Twelve Brothers."

"Although the disciple doesn't know where Li Jiatun is, the disciple's future goals must be set further!"

"Oh? Well, where is your ambition now?" Hu Dianzi nodded with satisfaction as if he was a childish and sensible look.

"Qingyang Town, Lin'an City, the west end of the town, the number one expert!"

Xu Ping'an looked at his master and said loudly, with indescribable firmness and yearning in his clear eyes.

"Just the east end of the town?"

"Why should I join the west end of the town?"

Xu Ping'an hesitated.

"Good disciple, I'm so ambitious!"

Hu Dianzi patted Xu Ping'an on the shoulder and said affirmatively.

"Let's go back to the house to sleep, get up and continue practicing."

"Where is the twelfth brother?"

"Let him wake up outside."

"this……"

"Don't worry, this kid is used to sleeping in the open,"

"I can't die of freezing!"

Hu Dianzi urged that he knew very well that this kid's temper was good at drinking, writing poetry, and dancing swords. I won't mention the two of them for the time being. The alcohol tolerance was indeed very poor. He obviously poured one cup, but he had to drink three hundred cups at a time.

More importantly, this kid likes to brag when he gets drunk. He finally coaxes his disciple and blows it out when the time comes. Wouldn't it be useless?

"But……"

Xu Ping'an was still about to speak out.

"This kid is not only grinding his teeth, farting, and snoring after getting drunk... Before the other houses can be cleaned up, if the good disciple doesn't mind, he will help him into the house. It's okay to sleep with you all night." Hu Danzi said with a prying nose.

"Bang..."

Xu Ping'an slapped himself lightly.

"Um?"

Hu Dianzi said in confusion.

"How can you be distracted when sleeping? It will affect your practice!"

Xu Ping'an said righteously, then turned around and walked into the room. Hu Danzi looked at the resolute back and stood there, gently stroked his jaw and smiled abruptly, as if he saw himself when he was young.

The next day, the morning light was dim,

Xu Ping'an got up early as usual. After a simple wash, he ran to the pavilion. As the master expected, the Twelfth brother had a very good body. The river breeze was blowing and his long shirt was slightly wet, but it did not affect his sleepiness at all. He still snored loudly.

After running back to the house, he brought a thin quilt for his twelfth brother to cover him, Xu Ping'an began to chop firewood and make fire. He was too tired of drinking and eating meat last night. He had to eat lighter in the morning.

"Master, the disciple put the porridge on the table." After Xu Ping'an finished drinking, he left two bowls of hot porridge on the table and walked out to prepare for the new day of his practice.

To the master, there are many ways for cultivators in the world to practice a broken mirror. They can swallow the energy of heaven and earth and accumulate water over time. They can practice in seclusion to seek sudden enlightenment, they can realize the state of life and death in the midst of killing, and they can also swallow the treasures of heaven and earth...

"This Zhang family doll is no longer human. How can a three-year-old doll swallow a cow?"

The villagers who were talking looked at the empty cowshed and subconsciously shivered. I still remember that when I got up last night, I heard a rustling sound coming from the Butcher Zhang's house next door. I lay on the yard wall and saw a thin figure crawling into the cowshed.

I have only heard of the rich masters in the city who eat fresh food, but they are not as good as this monster. They just hugged the cow and gnawed it, and in the end they didn't spit out their bones.

I was so scared that I didn't have time to shake it. I carried my belt and ran to the village chief's house. Not only did I wet my shoes, I even fell a few fights along the way.

"well……"

"You know the nature of the butcher."

"If you rush in to tie someone up like this tonight, you will have to use a knife. It would be fine if you just hurt someone. If a murder occurs, and the government will investigate it, no one will be able to escape." The old village chief sighed at the big house in front of him, and everyone behind him hesitated when he heard the sound.

"The village chief, it's not been a day or two. Earlier, the home lost a bag of millet and the west family lost two chickens. Everyone suffered a loss and thought it was a baby, and they all broke their teeth and swallowed it into their stomachs. The dogs in the village were all affected, and they couldn't get a tail between them, and they had to be eaten by ghosts."

"At present, this ghost thing can even swallow a whole cow. If you ignore it, you may be going to eat people!"

The man holding the feces fork buzzed in a buzzing voice. Although he was a little rough, he had made it clear. When it was really deadly, he didn't care about any method.

"Village Chief, a few days ago, I asked someone to go to the yamen in Lin'an City to ask. The master in the temple did not care about ghosts and said he wanted to report to Lao Shizi's Demon War. I don't know how long it will take this time..."

"If you drag it down, the people in our village will probably fall into the belly of this monster." A farmer with a pockmarked face tightened his wooden stick and gritted his teeth.

"Miss Minister, don't hesitate."

"The whole village is waiting for you to speak!"

"Forget it, forgot it, the law does not punish the public, let's take action!"

The villagers outside the house all looked at the old man in charge, who sighed and finally leaned against the wall and waved.

"Bang……"

The wooden door was kicked open by two stout men, and the villagers outside the courtyard wall rushed in, but they were forced to retreat before they stepped in.

Because a bright sharp knife had already hit the forehead of the man in front, or because of too many killings, the man felt inexplicably cold. He slowly looked up and saw that the handle of the knife had been soaked in dark red.

"You guys, who are pickled, want to harm me?"

Looking at the fire light that was rising and falling, there was a strong man with a naked upper body, swallow chin and tiger beard standing opposite him.

"Brother Zhang, I, I..."

The man in front of him was so scared that his legs trembled, his mouth trembled, and the wooden stick in his hand was already scared to the ground, and the villagers behind him were also retreating.

"snort!"

"With this courage, can you dare to learn from the strong man and break into the door?"

The butcher Zhang spat with thick phlegm and said disdainfully, after all, he was a villager who had never seen anything in the world. A group of people was overwhelmed by one, and he was timid and did not dare to move forward.

"But Zhang, don't be stubborn!"

"Now, let's make it clear. You either hand over the monster or rush in together, and you can stop us with a knife?" someone in the crowd yelled with his neck.

"What does your baby look like? You know in your heart. If you want to die, we won't stop you. Don't implicate everyone to die with you!" The young young man in the village was also forced to rush to the front of the crowd and pointed at Butcher Zhang's nose and cursed.

"I want to see which of you will die first?"

Butcher Zhang was also unwilling to let go of the big horse and golden sword sitting at the door.

"His grandma, I've tried it!"

The young man took a wooden stick and smashed Zhang Tu'er's forehead. The latter did not expect to do it so simply. He was dizzy and blood fell down his temples.

"Boss, this..."

Just as the villagers were excited, a pretty woman ran out of the inner room, and she threw herself on Butcher Zhang regardless of the swords, guns and sticks.

"Look, that ghost is coming out!"

At some point, a thin figure squeezed out from the inner room. When everyone heard the sound, they met a pair of resentful eyes.

Someone threw the torch quickly,

I saw that the ghost was covered in purple, with a big head as big as a bucket, and his limbs were indeed extremely slender, like a dead branch of dry firewood that was about to break. His shriveled abdomen were tightly pressed against his ribs and could not tell at all that he had just swallowed a cow.

"Boy, run!"

The woman shouted when she saw this. The dizzy butcher Zhang was also anxious and struggled to get up to stop the villagers.

But who knew that the starving ghost seemed to have been cast as if he had been imposed on a fixed spell and did not move. The man outside the door saw this and was like a god descending to earth, and stabbed him with a feces fork.

The arm that looked like dry firewood was raised, and it actually held the front end of the feces steadily, and it was impossible to get in. The other arm suddenly stretched forward, and the sharp nails grew wildly. The scarlet tongue licked the cracked lips, which was particularly cunning under the flashing fire.

"Erniu, run!"

“…”

The man holding the feces fork was stunned when he looked at the ghost in front of him. He wanted to run away, but he was so scared that he couldn't move his legs. The ghost's original face could still see some childish appearance, but now it was really ferocious and didn't look like a human figure. He was almost grinning behind his ears, revealing his sharp fangs inside.

The ghost was full of fishy storms and sharp teeth.

"Sneaky, don't hurt people!"

Just as Erniu was about to be opened, a cold and humble shout came from outside the yard, followed by a blue rainbow flashing, and the starving ghost's arms broke in response.

Everyone looked for the voice,

I saw a woman in an official uniform falling from a high place.

"It's actually a master brother!"

The so-called "looking at the mountain and running to death" means going down the mountain.

The old donkey under Xu Ping'an's crotch was so tired that he finally arrived at the earth. When he found something wrong, he was about to pick up the pen to remove the monster, he happened to see this scene and muttered subconsciously.

"I'm sorry for this trip!"
Chapter completed!