On this day, Wei Lin went to the market to exchange for daily necessities, while Yunli practiced body movements in the courtyard.
She has some talent in talismans and her practice is good, but she is worse in martial arts.
Ye Luo's volley sword technique, which is famous for its sharp and elegant swordsmanship, was forcibly performed by her, giving her the aura of Guan Gong wielding a broadsword.
After struggling for more than ten days, I still couldn't figure it out. Even the most basic sword skills of picking, stabbing and slashing were stumbling.
She could only give up on strategy first and learn body skills instead. She had to learn how to fight or escape first.
Unfortunately, body skills are not easy either. It is common to trip over oneself while practicing.
Unwilling to be reconciled, Yunli decided to incorporate the practice into her daily life. During this period of time, she consciously stepped on her feet when walking.
At noon, with the rare sunshine after winter, she muttered something while walking, "With the left foot outside... take half a step back and step on the Kun position, turn the right foot..."
The courtyard door was suddenly pushed open.
A man at the sixth level of Qi training strode in. When he saw Yunli, he frowned and asked, "Are you Qian Shi?"
Thousand ten?
Yunli was stunned for a moment before she realized what she was doing. She nodded quickly and said, "I am."
"Follow me," the man said impatiently.
"Ah?" Yunli was a little confused.
"Ah what," the man became more and more irritated, "Uncle Shen Yi from the mission hall is looking for you, hurry up!"
"Find me?"
Yunli was even more confused. After being here for so long, no one had cared about them except for them to take the initiative to complete the task.
Her eyes fell on the man's brown robe, which was indeed the attire of a deacon disciple.
The deacon disciples are the management of Canye Pavilion. The senior ones are like Shen Yi, the steward of the task hall, Shen Jiu, the steward of the second floor of Wensu Building, etc., and the low-level ones are like the errand boy in front of me.
The deacons all wear brown robes, while the other disciples wear black robes.
Yunli had some doubts in her heart. What was the mission hall master asking her to do? Was there a special mission?
Special missions are in addition to basic missions and optional missions. They are usually temporarily issued by the cabinet and enforced, and the danger is unknown.
High risks are naturally accompanied by high returns, and correspondingly there are a lot of contribution points.
If you perform well, you can also gain the favor of senior officials, and it is also possible to be accepted as a personal successor by senior officials in the cabinet.
She was pounding in her heart, but she was also afraid that her uncle, the steward, was really looking for her. If she didn't go, wouldn't she be courting death?
Yunli looked around as she walked, and soon she slowed down.
This was not the route they took to the Mission Hall last time. She had only been to the Mission Hall once, and Guai was not familiar with it, so she didn't know if there were other paths.
She looked sideways at the man who had taken a step behind her at some point, and asked tentatively: "Senior brother, isn't this the way to the mission hall?"
"Of course this is not the way to the mission hall."
A crisp voice came from the front. Yunli heard the sound and ran away, and the 19th moon stood beautifully on the path ahead.
"It's you!" Yunli exclaimed, maybe she wanted to take action. Thinking of this, Yunli reminded: "This is inside the valley, it is forbidden..."
Before she finished speaking, a strong force came from behind. Yunli stumbled forward a few steps before steadying her body.
The 19th month waved his hand to set up the isolation ban, and smiled brightly, "We are outside the valley now."
Yunli panicked, bit her lip, and looked around cautiously.
The trail is very narrow, with bare mountains on both sides, covered with white snow, which looks a bit dazzling in the sun. On the road leading into the valley, an array tablet floats in the air, and under the array tablet is a transparent barrier.
The man in brown clothes strolled up to Yue Shijiu, glanced at her arrogantly, and said coldly: "Here we go."
On the 19th of the month, he handed the five spiritual stones to him and smiled politely, "Thank you for your hard work, junior brother."
Damn, the disciple of the dignified deacon actually used a public weapon for personal use. He took advantage of his position to deceive fellow disciples. He only had five spiritual stones. What a backbone!
Yunli greeted all the eighteen generations of the man's ancestors in her heart. She glanced at the floating formation cards again. As long as she broke the formation and entered the valley, she would be fine.
However, she has no experience in dealing with formations at all. She has only heard of such advanced things as formations.
Yue Shijiu smiled flatteringly. Although the opponent's cultivation level was one level lower than hers, he was one level above others.
Those who can be deacons are either talented or have good family backgrounds. She cannot offend either of them.
The man accepted the spirit stone and left from the other side without looking back.
Yunli was very upset, how could she fall into other people's traps so easily? Fortunately, she had been living in a house full of intrigues and intrigues since she was a child. It was so embarrassing!
Yue Shijiu stared straight at her. There was no one else around at the moment, and she no longer pretended to be sweet. A ferocious look appeared on her face, "Aren't you proud? Aren't you very cool?"
Nonsense, this Taoist nun has always been approachable and amiable, okay? Those words were said by senior brother, Yunli was slandering, and who was pulling her off!
She grabbed the ribbon around her wrist and silently cheered herself up. Don't be afraid. The senior brother has been there for about two-quarters of an hour and should be returning to the courtyard soon.
As long as he goes back and finds that he is not there, he will definitely find him. All he has to do is hold on until he comes.
Seeing that she didn't speak, Yue Shijiu was not annoyed and chuckled: "You want to wait for Qianjiu to save you?"
Yunli's eyelashes trembled. What did this mean? Thinking of the deacon disciple who had lied to her before, she had a bad feeling in her heart, "What did you do to my senior brother?"
"He," Yue Shijiu covered her lips and said with a smile, "I asked the two senior brothers from the market to chat with him for a while. What you should worry about is yourself!"
Yunli's pupils shrank. The person he calls his senior on the 19th of the month must be at least the eighth level of qi training. Is the senior in danger? No, the senior is in the valley. It seems that he is just chatting to delay time.
So her target is herself. Yunli is a little confused. Isn't her goal to get back Yueba's sword? Is it to use herself to lure her senior brother out?
While she was thinking about it, Yue Jiu couldn't hold it in any longer. He threw a handful of thorn seeds towards Yunli, poured spiritual power into it, and shouted: "Tang!"
This was the first time she encountered Thorn Seed Yunli, and she had only read about it in books.
When the seeds infused with spiritual power come into contact with anything, whether it is soil, rocks or flesh, they will immediately sprout and grow, growing into vines that tightly wrap around the target, which is somewhat similar to her fantasy silk.
She dodged left and right in a panic, as if there was a strong wind blowing by her ears. Yunli suddenly turned her head and slumped her waist without thinking, and avoided it in an extremely twisted posture. Then she turned around and flew out of the Fantasy Silk in her hand. Wrap around the incoming weapons.
"Aoki Sword." Yunli was a little surprised. Yue Jiu was already a seventh-level qi-training monk. He didn't even have a serious magical weapon?
Yunli's soft call stung Yue Shijiu's sensitive nerves. She was born in an ordinary world and was originally a child of a wealthy family. Once she entered the world of immortality, she fell into the dust.
She has the three spiritual roots of water, earth, and wood, and her attack power is weak. It is much more difficult for her to complete the tasks of killing monsters than other monks.
I finally relied on Yue Ba, but I didn't expect that he was indeed stingy. He contributed 91 points to the task and 9 points to himself. The only advantage was that he would help with basic tasks.
With no contribution points, secret skills, or magic weapons, she could only continue to endure the humiliation and cooperate with Yue Ba. She didn't want him but was not satisfied, and actually wanted to turn herself into his cauldron!
Then, she had no choice but to strike first.
Yue Nineteen's eyes were scarlet, and she looked at Huanshi Ling greedily. Heaven would not stop her, but a little girl on the second level of Qi training actually had a magic weapon.
It is still the female cultivator’s favorite silk-shaped magic weapon. If she doesn’t seize this opportunity, she will never practice Taoism or become an immortal!
Thinking of this, her eyes turned cold, and she threw an explosive talisman towards Yunli's face.
The level of this bursting talisman is already infinitely close to the middle level of Xuan level, and its power cannot be underestimated. Let alone a small second level Qi training, even a monk like her who is on the seventh or eighth level of Qi training would not dare to bear it.
Explosive Talisman!
Yunli's pupils shrank, the scene in the woods of Luoshan where a bursting talisman blew up Yueba and the third-level demon bear until no bones were left was still vivid in his mind.
The distance was too close and it was too late to dodge. At the critical moment, she let go of the wrapped Aoki Sword and poured all her spiritual power into Huanshi Ling.
The Huanshi Ling suddenly unfolded and stood up in front of her. Thinking about it, she still felt a little uneasy, so he simply used the Huanshi Ling to wrap her whole body from head to toe.
boom!
All nearby rocks and lawns were thrown to the sky. Yue Nineteen waved away the dust around him, and the last corner of the Vajra Talisman on his fingertips was just burned out.
Looking at Chang Ling buried under the gravel, she couldn't help but laugh wildly, "Hahaha, it's mine, it's mine, I finally have a magic weapon!"
