Drunk Immortal Gourd

Qingyang was worrying by the river when suddenly there was a movement behind him, and then two people came over, a tall man in the front and a stooped old man in the back. Judging from their familiarity with the river, they all seemed to be locals.

The man in front came to the river, just glanced at Qingyang casually, without saying anything, and then went about preparing to cross the river. Qingyang stood aside and watched quietly. He also wanted to know, there is nothing here Bridges and ferries, how did these two people cross the river?

The man first took off his clothes, wrapped a stone, and threw it to the other side of the river. Then he paused with both feet and began to use his luck. After a few breaths, he finished using his luck and took a sharp knife from his body. The knife actually struck directly at his neck.

Qingyang was immediately stunned. What on earth did this man want to do? Could it be that he was going to commit suicide by this river? Qingyang has been in the world of immortality for so many years, and has seen even bloodier scenes, but he has never seen anyone cutting his own neck just to cross the river. What kind of trouble is this?

The man's knife was very sharp, and his head fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. However, the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere that Qingyang imagined did not appear. There was not even a trace of blood at the wound area. It seemed that what he had just chopped off was not a head, but a head. A piece of wood.

What's even more surprising is that the man didn't die, and his hands could continue to move. After cutting off his head, he also cut off his two legs from his torso, just like before, There was no trace of blood, and I had no idea what secret technique he was practicing.

After that, the man's two arms were not idle. He first lifted the head above his head and fucked it a few times before throwing it to the other side of the river. Then he took out a rope and tied one end to his arm and the other end to his hands. on the legs, and then threw the legs over.

After doing all this, the man's upper body seemed to have used up all its potential, and fell to the ground with a plop. Instead, the legs that were thrown to the opposite side actually stood up from the ground, and kept carrying the rope. Go forward.

After walking about ten feet, the upper body tied to the other end of the rope was also pulled to the other side of the river, and then the legs turned back to the upper body and head.

What happened next was even more surprising. The upper body that had been pulled across the river regained its ability to move. He first found his legs and placed them in the position where they had been cut off. Then he placed his head on his neck and placed his hands on them. After pinching the wound area and chanting a spell, his legs and head immediately returned to their original state, and he was still a complete man.

Nothing that happened just now seemed to have any impact on the man. He put on his clothes, put away the rope and knife, turned his head and smiled at Qingyang, and continued walking.

The other party's naive smile made Qingyang's neck feel cold. If he hadn't been practicing immortality for many years and had seen too many weird things, the scene just now would have frightened him out of his wits. Even so, he wouldn't have been there for a long time. Calm down, this method of crossing the river is really weird.

Seeing that the man had walked away, the old man next to him took a step forward, blinked at Qingyang, and said with a smile: "Little brother, do you want to cross the river too? Do you need help from me?"

Looking at the old man's slightly weird smile, Qingyang touched his neck. This guy couldn't possibly want to cut himself into pieces and throw them over, and then assemble them again, right? He didn't have that ability, so he quickly said: "No, no need, I will just find a way to get there myself."

The old man smiled sinisterly and said: "Looking at this little brother, it seems that there is no way to cross the river. We are destined to meet each other, so it is right to help. Little brother, don't refuse."

The more enthusiastic the old man was, the more Qingyang felt that the other party had bad intentions, and said: "Forget it, I don't have the ability to chop myself into pieces and throw them over and put them back together again. At worst, I will wait here for a while longer and wait for Taoist Mao." When we come back, we will naturally find a way to cross the river."

After listening to Qingyang's words, the old man laughed and said: "Where do you want to go, little brother? Of course, it is most convenient to cross the river by boat. I don't like the stupid big man's bloody magic. Besides, the little brother belongs to Taoist Mao." Friend, that is our friend, the old man is called Paper Old Man, and he lives on the same street as Taoist Mao. I have been friends with him for a lifetime, so I will naturally not harm you. "

Hearing the old man say that there is a boat that can cross the river, and he also knows Taoist Mao, Qingyang finally feels relieved. It is not just a matter of beheading. The old man didn't make it clear at the beginning, and he must have been deliberately joking with himself. As long as there is a boat, Qingyang can , Qingyang is not afraid of what tricks this old man will play. Thinking of this, Qingyang cupped his hands at the other party and said: "In that case, thank you very much, brother."

The old paper man smiled and nodded, then he found a stone by the river and sat down. He took out a pair of scissors, a stack of paper and a bottle of paste from his arms, and began to cut the paper. Qingyang couldn't help but wonder, since he was going to cross the river by boat, shouldn't he find a boat first? What is this old man doing sitting here? Could it be that he knew when the ship would arrive and it would arrive in a while?

It was Qingyang's first time to come to this kind of place, and he didn't know what the situation was like here. Since the old man said that there was a boat, he probably wasn't deceiving himself. At worst, he had to wait with him for a while.

After that, the old man didn't say a word and concentrated on cutting the paper. Qingyang had nothing to do, so he stood aside with his hands folded to see what he was going to do. The old paper man kept moving his hands, and in the blink of an eye, the outline of a small boat appeared. Then he repaired it here and glued it there. A complete paper boat soon appeared on the ground. Qingyang was a little puzzled. This old paper boat appeared. What are you doing?

Before Qingyang could figure out the reason, the old man shouted at him: "What are you doing standing still? Help me lift the boat into the river quickly. Don't you want to cross the river?"

After hearing Old Man Zhi's words, Qingyang was immediately shocked. Could it be that the boat crossing the river the other party mentioned was taking this paper boat? This paper is so thin and brittle that it will break if you poke it with your fingers. Let alone carrying people, as long as you put it into the water, it will turn into a pile of mud in an instant. How can you cross the river?

As if feeling Qingyang's suspicious eyes, the old man smiled at him, but did not explain the reason, but continued to pull him to help. Qingyang had no choice but to carry the paper boat on the ground with the old man. In the river, I want to see how the old paper man crosses the river with his paper boat.

When the paper boat was placed in the river, it did not get wet. Instead, it actually floated on the river like a boat. It was amazing. However, Qingyang soon felt relieved. These methods were relatively rare in the eyes of ordinary people, and were nothing to the immortal cultivators. If he still had the strength, he could use even more rare methods than these.