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Ziyun Dao City is still under martial law throughout the city.
The sword pavilion has long been empty, and all the sword marks on the wall have been erased. Dozens of Ziyun Dao disciples have checked for a long time and have not found anything.
The underground has been dug three feet long, but no one has been found.
The black snake Yin Wushe quietly looked at the window and continued to meditate in the inn room.
How did he do this?
He swore that he was furious when he found that the rat in his pocket had been stolen by a snake, and then rushed out to kill the Hydra, but he just entered the city and was blown by the cold wind, so he calmed down, knowing Now that he is not the opponent of the other party, he is ready to go back and swallow this dumb loss. Anyway, it will be long in the future.
However, just like that, Kun-Lai and Ziyun Dao actually went to war!
As soon as the big formation opens, no one can go out unless the cultivator of Ziyun Dao!
Thinking about my identity, whether it was Kun-Lai Snake or the consequences of Da Xuan Snake being caught by Ziyun Dao, they felt it was difficult to escape the fate of cutting skin into the pot.
After weighing it up, the black snake decisively went to find the Hydra who contacted Kun-Lai’s internal traitor.
As the son of the Dragon Snake Demon Saint, this Hydra is also a famous second generation in Yuntianyu. He prefers the prosperity of Ziyun Taoist City, so Ziyun Tao has a name, and Ziyun Taoists will not come. Search his place.
Hai Chaoxu welcomes this black snake very much. Although he didn't take a mouse to do it this time, it is enough to take him with him... and keep him away.
The black snake also learned the cause of the war from Hai Chaoxu.
"You said Yanhui. I heard someone sent him a letter. The letter was written by his grandson Yanling. He is definitely not fake." Hai Chaoxu rubbed his tail while lazily. Said lazily, "That Yanling seems to be his most favored grandson, with a strong talent. He suddenly disappeared in Zhongzhou a few years ago and has not been found anywhere. Their family had to retreat to the foreign territory because of Ziyundao’s internal struggle. After being exiled, Yan Huizheng felt angry, so he received a letter stating that his grandson Yan Ling was caught by the devil, An Xian, and tortured every day, asking him for help."
"So he went straight to the door?"
"Yes, An Xian insisted that he didn't catch his grandson, and the two monkeys started fighting." Hai Chaoxu stretched out another snake's head, wandered up, was caught by the black snake Yin Wushe with one hand, and spit on the side. tongue.
"Then are you watching them fight?" The Black Snake asked a little strangely. This Hydra has been eating for nothing for a long time in Ziyun Dao City, don't you have any idea of helping?
"Isn't the monster like this?" Sea Hydra disapproved, "The monkey is fighting for the king, should the snake help a monkey fight? It's no good."
Black Snake thought it made sense, but it turned out that he hadn't converted his mind.
Only after thinking about it this way, someone came to ask Hai Hydra to go to the Daomen and say that there was something to discuss.
It must be good, so Hai Chaoxu rubbed the black snake with his tail, stretched out nine letters and licked his neck: "Little fairy~wait for me to come back."
Then it left like the wind.
The black snake was licked so that his face was fishy, and he scolded an idiot in his heart, and then thought to himself that this time, he should stop coming out again.
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On the Feilai Peak, Ji Yunlai took off his outer robe, tried the clothes under Feng Qingxiu's almost burning face, and found that it fits well.
What to do, Ji Yun came to find that he liked Xiaoqing's unsteady and angry look.
Such Xiaoqing is lively. He usually looks serious and calm, without any youthful vitality.
Obviously, when he didn't become his disciple back then, Xiaoqing was very lively and lovely, and he was able to speak in a speechless manner.
"You said, if I wear it out, will I frighten those junior nephews and junior disciples?" Ji Yunlai added a fire leisurely and poured a barrel of oil.
Feng Qingxiu just feels that the strings in his head have collapsed!
He had a fierce expression on his face instantly, and he thumped the master's wall onto the blue stone, and reached out his hand to tear off his clothes.
The skill and familiarity of the movements made Ji Yunlai feel a little dazed, and he forgot to resist.
Feng Qingxiu finally calmed down. After discovering what she had done, she looked a little vaguely at the clothes she hugged, then looked at the master who was leaning on the blue stone, smiling but not smiling at him. He was dressed in a white shirt, showing perfection. His neck and a delicate clavicle are not a bit embarrassing, but rather like a big cat looking at its prey, and his eyes are full of jokes.
He lowered his head calmly, stretched out his hand and picked out the border with different meanings with the speed of invisible sword energy, then woven two patterns with thin threads to make up the mark left by the border, and then shook it. The robe was put on the master again.
Now even Ji Yunlai must admire his calmness and courage.
Xiaoqing, do you know what you are doing?
Then Feng Qingxiu said faintly: "The wind is strong on the mountain, Master rest early!"
Turned around and left.
It's just that although he tried to stay calm, his steps were a bit erratic in every way.
Then he walked into the room and added hundreds of sealing charms to the room in one breath, so that Ji Yun could not get in for a while...
Because those magic amulets are the highest masterpieces that I have given Xiaoqing, is this considered a cocoon?
And Xiaoqing, do you know how wasteful your behavior is?
Ji Yunlai, who was shut outside, restrained his desire to knock on the door, feeling that today's mountain style is desolate.
You can only wear the clothes sent by Xiaoqing. Fortunately, it's just an ordinary divine mind. It doesn't matter whether you wear them or not.
Otherwise, Xiaoqing's offense just now will easily cause his body protector's aura to counterattack.
In addition, was it dazzling just now, how come watching the shadow floating around behind the apprentice, it's almost flying?
There is nothing wrong with his shadow, right?
He was a little worried, but Ji Yunlai had always assured Xiaoqing, so he quickly let go of his mind, and his eyes fell on the big formation of Ziyun Dao City.
Although the magic circle operated by Ziyun Dao for thousands of years is huge and exquisite, even people and immortals can resist it for a while, but in his eyes, it has no secrets at all.
One layer after another, every pattern, every connection, every function is quickly analyzed in his eyes, divided into countless planes and elevations, and even how to untie, how to redo and how to improve. All have new ideas while observing and analyzing.
His divine mind gradually penetrated the magic circle and intruded silently.
No difficulty.
Soon, he followed the special aura fluctuations of Kun-Lai's mental method and found the disciples who were trapped in the city.
The time is too short, and they have not been arrested.
Led by a sword repairman, they hide in a big ruined temple in the city, dressed in shabby clothes, and their faces are blue and yellow, and they fall asleep with a lot of hard work, without the spirit of a comprehension disciple.
The headed sword was slender and had an ordinary face. He was very young. He also adjusted the sleeping movement of a disciple next to him. He whispered and said in a low voice: "The hard work is cold and it shrinks into a ball. Sleep, don’t sleep so sloppyly, not many civilians here have a bed that can stretch their bodies to sleep."
"Yes, it's the eldest master at a glance." The fellow/cultivator with Jianfeng next to him said with a low laugh.
"Nonsense, before I was picked up, my family was the poorest in the village, but I didn't even have a bed to sleep in." Jian Xiu, who slept on all sides, shrank into a ball at the head's request, but was a bit dissatisfied. The voice said.
"Why is that the same." The older person next to him, it seems that more than 30 monks whispered, "You are stupid when so many outside disciples are sifted down? There are so many elections, so many The unsuccessful returned to the village and the town. They are all capable of literary and military skills. With these people helping the village and outside the village, how can they be able to live well? Look at this city, if it’s from the hometown, there would have been special ones long ago. People give money to do work, build roads or build dikes, and always have to do something. How can there be enough food for the whole family in one day? How about the people here? It’s not bad to buy a bun in one day."
"They still bring the wotou. We still have some noodles in our hometown wotou. Even the buns here are made of buckwheat. There is no white noodles..."
"It is cold and early here, unlike where we can harvest two seasons of wheat a year."
"Yes, I heard that there can be three crops of rice a year in Nanbian Haicheng. Someone in Rabbit Peak even made some hybrid rice with common rice, and planted them." Someone next to it said that Rabbit Peak is Shennong. peak.
"So there are not many people for tens of thousands of years. I heard that there is a country not far from here, but the farm tools here are very good. I bought a lot of them when I passed by before."
"Occupy your pocket! Buy a few samples and go back to make it...Forget it, anyway, you will always throw it away when you can’t pack it!"
"How could it be possible that the mountain is still empty when we go back to our mountain, and we don’t know how to weave or sell medicine. If you want to fill it up, just wait and dream!"
"It makes sense..."
"Please don't be so reasonable... ascending the mountain does not choose the sword, and the sword does not ascend the mountain. Why didn't I listen to the predecessors?"
"That is, even the monsters in the mountains can't fight indiscriminately. If you fight, you will lose money. Do you want to be so miserable!"
"And that group of vampire bats, the last medicine, back and forth dozens of times, the money is gone."
"Yes..."
Poke into the wound, and a group of swords repaired their hearts.
"Can you shut up!" The headed monk whispered, feeling a bit fugitive, OK?
So everyone stopped talking.
Jianfeng's strength is respected, and Qiao Long is their head. Except for his horror of swordsmanship, he can live under Master An Feng for a hundred years without leaving, which is something that Deputy Peak Master You has to admire. In fact, Deputy Peak Master You is actually very happy to give Jianfeng’s ordinary things to Qiao Long or You Jia, so that he can easily go to Jue Du Peak and live a good life. However, no matter whether Qiao Long is still You Jia, both No one is willing to make You Deputy Peak Master's dream come true.
As soon as Qiao Long discovered that something was wrong, he collected them and hid them. It is impossible for such a big city to be closed forever. As long as one or two hide away, nothing will happen.
So they all listen to the boss.
Qiao Long was thinking about where to go if he hid here, and he saw his nets light up.
His eyes lit up when he saw the content on the Internet.