Half-Yokai Cultivating the Path of Immortality Chapter 219: Old illness

The next day, on the top floor of the tea shop.

Lu Tong and Fang Mo, each dragging a long tail, stood facing each other.

The tail of Lutong is nearly one foot long.

After the copper gas sacrifice in "Three Yuan Armor", the scales were dyed with a dark copper color and looked like a copper rod.

Fang Mo's tail is between six feet and two and a half feet long.

The whole body is golden, and it changes with the length of the swing, drawing out shadows one after another.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, if I knew that you had also practiced this spell, you should have paid a visit long ago!"

Lu Tong smiled.

"I have just mastered my spells, and I haven't mastered the strength yet. I'm afraid I might be offended later."

"It doesn't matter, let's compare our skills, I have my own sense of proportion."

"Please!"

The two of them took action at the same time.

The twin tails shot through the air, like two whip shadows.

"Crack!"

There was a sharp collision sound, and rapid airflow exploded in the surroundings. The whip shadow retreated in a flash, and the two tails returned behind each other.

Lu Tong's expression changed slightly.

What a strength.

Although his method is incomplete, his physical body is strong, and he used the "Three Yuan Armor" for sacrifice.

I thought it was not inferior.

But the moment the two tails collided, the force coming from the opposite side was like a mountain falling, with no resistance.

"Come again!"

The tail swung out again.

The sound of impact was like rain hitting banana trees, crisp and rapid.

"Ouch!"

Fang Mo suddenly screamed in pain and fell to the ground holding his buttocks.

Lu Tong twitched the corner of his mouth and walked over quickly.

"Fellow Daoist Fang?"

Fang Mo's face turned red from suppressing the pain and said: "The old illness has returned. Fellow Daoist Lu, I will take my leave now and compete again next time."

"Okay."

Fang Mo covered his butt, grabbed his tail, and flew away on a gust of yellow wind.

Lu Tong looked at the figure in the distance and felt calm.

The tomb will be carried into the sand tomorrow night. Something happened to Fang Mo now. It is too late to call people from Haiyue Fort.

There are few people in Xingshan Castle who have the strength to replace Fang Mo.

The Three Eagles of Doumen Tower are not clean and will definitely not be considered;

The young masters and ladies of the Gu family and the Shi family have high status, and there is a high probability that they will not put themselves in danger;

Lianquan Tower also has a few caravan guards and young shopkeepers, but they are members of the Chamber of Commerce and are only half free;

Bai Qingming can also do it.

However, Bai Qingming is already one of his own, and he also helped recommend him.

This should be done.

……

At sunset.

Lu Tong was sitting in a tea tavern, drinking and pouring himself alone.

On the table, there are three dishes bought from Guanqi Inn, spirit demon blood jelly, sword-cut purple bamboo shreds, and big bone stick.

The blood is frozen, the blood is rich and docile, and the mouth is like cotton.

Bamboo shreds, purple bamboo is old and hard. It is cut into very thin bamboo shreds with sword skills. After being steamed and eaten, it looks like tendons.

Big bone stick, long arms, unable to bite. But it tastes salty when chewed and goes very well with alcohol.

He picked up the big bone stick, took a few bites, put it down and picked up the wine glass to drink.

Fan Shun came in with a bottle of wine, walked to the opposite side and sat down.

"Why are you drinking here? I looked for you upstairs and downstairs."

"Can't leave."

Lu Tong walked to the kitchen and took out a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

Fan Shun picked up a piece of blood jelly with his chopsticks and stared at it boredly: "These days are really boring. I don't know how long it will take if this continues."

"What are you waiting for?"

He was a little curious.

Fan Shun had nothing to do all day long. He was not interested in the business of the inn and rarely went out.

The same goes for Wu Nan.

If he hadn't heard some background information about the two from Manager Gu, he would have even suspected that he had met a fellow sect member of the Qi Capture Sect.

Fan Shun bit down on the blood jelly and murmured: "Wu Nan, her heart can't calm down and her sword is messed up."

Since we met, we have drank together many times. We’ve talked about it a lot across the country and across the country, but this is the first time I’ve talked about Wu Nan’s practice.

Lu Tong took the wine flask brought by Fan Shun, poured two glasses, and said, "What is your sect's method?"

"Yes."

Fan Shun stretched out his hand and brought out two bottles of wine.

The wine turned into two small wine swords in the air, one was motionless and the other had layers of ripples on its surface.

"When the mind is confused, the sword starts to tremble. This time we went out to the mountain to 'watch the sword' together, just to calm down the mind."

He understood a little bit and said: "Guanjian, you are not looking at the sword, right?"

"Looking at the various conditions in the world, the world is like fire, which can be used to cultivate the mind and cultivate the sword. Unfortunately, there has been no progress."

Fan Shun opened his mouth, and two wine swords fell into his mouth.

Lu Tong picked up the wine glass, shook his head and said: "You are standing too high. You can't see the real world in the inn."

"It's useless."

Fan Shun understood and shook his head: "Before entering the desert, we traveled for half a year and made no progress."

He finished his drink and put down his glass.

"It's useless in the desert, you can go to the water. Jinchi Lake in the south and Jieshui Lake in the north, you will always be touched by every scene you take."

"This is the only way. Brother Lu has been to Jieshui Lake, over there..."

The two began to chat casually.

After a while, two people came to the door.

"Fellow Daoist Lu?"

Lu Tong glanced at it, his heart suddenly surged, he stood up and walked towards the door.

"Mr. Bai, long time no see!"

When walking around, a tail swings left and right behind it, which is very conspicuous.

Bai Qingming said with a smile: "I don't come here for anything. If I have something to ask for today, please don't be offended, fellow Taoist."

"Master Bai is joking, come in and sit down! Brother Fan happens to be here too."

Sit down separately.

Lu Tong brought bowls, chopsticks, tea, wine, and various braised vegetables.

A strange male cultivator came with Bai Qingming.

He looks very handsome, with a white face and white hands.

He and Bai Qingming looked at each other and asked, "This is the first time I've met this fellow Taoist, what should I call him?"

"Fellow Taoist of the Hai family, I am looking for my hair in the sea."

After Bai Qingming finished his introduction, he introduced Lu Tong and Fan Shun and said, "Friend Lu, the matter is urgent. How about we talk about business first?"

"Okay."

"Friend Hai Dao, please."

Hai Xunshao looked at several people in turn and said: "The day after tomorrow, the tomb was buried in the sand, and a Taoist friend is needed to carry it. I wonder if you two are interested?"

Two people?

Lu Tong was very surprised.

This job was clearly reserved for him.

He looked at Bai Qingming.

Bai Qingming also looked puzzled and asked: "Friend Hai Dao?"

"I have my own arrangements."

Hai Xunshao said casually and looked at Fan Shun, seeming to like Fan Shun more.

Fan Shun was somewhat interested and asked: "What about carrying a tomb?"

Lu Tong's face turned dark~IndoMTL.com~ His tail reached under the table and he stabbed Fan Shun hard.

"Huh?"

Fan Shun let out a soft cry and looked down at the wine glass without moving.

Everyone looked over.

Fan Shun paused for a while, raised his head and said, "Suddenly I remembered that the tomb you were talking about wouldn't be the big coffin, right?"

Hai Xunshao's face darkened.

"It's not convenient to talk here, let's move to another place."

"Okay...please come upstairs."

Lu Tong looked embarrassed, but he was very happy in his heart, secretly appreciating Fan Shun's intelligence.

The three of them left Fan Shun and went up to the second floor.

Hai Xunshao sat down and said directly: "Friend Lu, what do you think?"

"I'm not 100% sure about carrying the tomb into the sand and getting close to the quicksand."

"There are three other people who entered the sand together. They are experienced and will make no mistakes."

"Having said that, quicksand cannot be underestimated."

He took out the tea set and began to boil water and make tea.

Hai Xunshao looked at Bai Qingming.

Bai Qingming nodded slightly and said, "I heard from Man'er that the book on demon transformation that fellow Taoist bought is a broken copy?"

"I knew that boy would show off."

Lu Tong shook his head helplessly.

"If Fellow Daoist Lu is willing to carry the tomb into the sand, the Hai family is willing to come up with the complete method."

"Oh?"

He looked towards Hai Xunshao.

Hai Xunshao said: "You can practice, but you can't preach."

"Need to make a written statement?"

"No need." Hai Xunshao said with a faint smile on his face, "No one can trust the written evidence. Before I came here, fellow Taoist Bai said he was willing to vouch for fellow Taoist."

Bai Qingming smiled and said: "Fellow Daoist Lu, if you spread the teaching to others, Bai will be in misery."

"Thank you!"

Lu Tong thanked him and said seriously: "I promise, not a word of this Dharma will leak out from me."