Chapter 1064 Paper Old Man

Qingyang was worrying by the river when he heard a noise from behind. Then two people came over. The one in front was a tall man, and the one behind was a hunchbacked old man. They seemed to be very familiar with the river, and they seemed to be locals.

The man in front came to the river, just glanced at Qingyang casually, and said nothing. Then he prepared to cross the river. Qingyang stood aside and watched quietly. He also wanted to know how these two people crossed the river without bridges and ferries.

The man took off his clothes, wrapped a stone, and threw it to the other side of the river. Then he paused and began to use his Qi to send out his Qi. After a few breaths, he finished sending out his Qi. He took a sharp knife from his body and chopped it directly at his neck.

Qingyang was stunned. What did this man want to do? Was he going to commit suicide by the river? Qingyang had been in the world of immortal cultivation for so many years, and had seen bloodier scenes, but he had never seen someone chop his own neck in order to cross the river. What on earth was going on?

The man's knife was very sharp, and his head fell to the ground in an instant, but the bloody scene that Qingyang imagined did not appear, and there was not even a trace of blood on the wound, as if what he had just chopped off was not a head, but a piece of wood.

What was even more surprising was that the man was not dead, and his two hands could continue to move. After chopping off the head, he also chopped off his two legs from his torso, just like before, without a trace of blood. I don't know what secret technique he practiced.

After that, the man's two arms were not idle. He first lifted the head on the head and beat it several times before throwing it to the other side of the river. Then he took out a rope, tied one end to his arm and the other end to his legs, and then threw his 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 thud. Instead, the legs that were thrown to the opposite side stood up from the ground and kept walking forward with the rope.

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 amazing. The upper body that was pulled across the river regained its ability to move. He first found his legs and put them in the place where they were cut off before, and then put his head on his neck. He pinched the wound with both hands and recited a spell. The legs and head were restored to their original state, and he was still a complete man.

Everything just now seemed to have no effect on the man. He put on his clothes, put away the rope and knife, turned his head and smiled at Qingyang, and continued to walk forward.

Seeing the other person's silly smile, Qingyang felt cold on his neck. If he hadn't practiced Taoism for many years and seen too many strange things, he would have been scared by the scene just now. Even so, he couldn't calm down for a long time. This method of crossing the river was too weird.

Seeing that the man had gone far away, the old man next to him stepped forward, blinked at Qingyang, and smiled: "Little brother, do you want to cross the river too? Do you want my help?"

Looking at the old man's slightly weird smile, Qingyang touched his neck. This guy couldn't possibly want to chop himself into pieces and throw him over, and then put him together again? I don't have that ability, so I quickly said, "No, no, I'll find a way to get across."

The old man smiled sinisterly and said, "Look at the little brother, it seems that there is no way to cross the river. Meeting is fate, and it is my duty to help. Don't refuse."

The more enthusiastic the old man was, the more Qingyang felt that he had bad intentions. He said, "Forget it, I don't have the ability to chop myself into pieces and throw them over, and then reassemble myself. At most, I will wait here for a while. When Taoist Mao comes back, he will naturally find a way to cross the river."

After listening to Qingyang, the old man laughed and said, "What are you thinking, little brother? Of course, it is most convenient to cross the river by boat. I don't like the bloody magic of the big guy, not to mention that little Brother is a friend of Taoist Mao, so he is also our friend. I am called Paper Old Man. I live on the same street as Taoist Mao. We have been friends for a lifetime, so I will not harm you. "

Hearing the old man say that there is a boat to cross the river, and he also knows Taoist Mao, Qingyang finally put his heart at ease. It's not a beheading. The old man didn't make it clear at the beginning, and he must be joking with him on purpose. As long as there is a boat, Qingyang is not afraid of the old man playing tricks. Thinking of this, Qingyang bowed to him and said, "In this case, thank you very much, brother."

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

Qingyang was in such a place for the first time, and he didn't know what was going on here. Since the old man said there was a boat, he probably wasn't lying to him. At most, he would just wait with him for a while.

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

Before Qingyang could figure out what was going on, the old man shouted at him, "Why are you still standing there? Help me lift the boat into the river, don't you want to cross the river?"

After hearing what the old man said, Qingyang was shocked. Could it be that the paper boat he was talking about was the one he was talking about? The paper was thin and brittle, and it would break if a finger poked it. Not to mention carrying people, it would turn into a pile of mud in an instant if it was put into the water. How could it cross the river?

As if sensing Qingyang's suspicious gaze, 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 lift the paper boat on the ground into the river with the old man, to see how the old man could cross the river with the paper boat.

The paper boat was placed in the river, but it did not get wet. Instead, it really floated on the river like a boat, which was amazing. However, Qingyang was soon relieved. These methods were only rare in the eyes of ordinary people. They were nothing to immortal cultivators. If he still had the strength, he could use even more rare methods than these.