The withered old fairy had a "free and easy" temperament. When he was in the mortal world, he would be restless wherever he went. Unexpectedly, he would become so lively and lively just after he recovered, sweeping away the originally quiet atmosphere here.
"It seems...it is not easy to solve the situation on the Lingyin Stick!"
I saw the old man blowing his beard, picking up the spiritual stick and banging it, until the old immortal's cursing turned into pleading.
"You're such a narrow-minded old man, why don't you act dumb and pretend to be deaf?" the old fairy muttered.
"What did you say?"
"The old immortal said... why the situation in this iron rod is different..." It was obviously frightened by the old man's torment, and it didn't have any confidence to speak.
The old man knew the temperament of the old immortal and was too lazy to pay attention to it. He just snorted and said lightly: "This spiritual yin rod was blocked by polluted air before, so it cannot communicate with the inside and outside. I just used a secret method to make the blockage unobstructed. Allowing you to communicate with others without restraint!”
"What kind of bullshit secret method is so crude..." The old immortal was already used to talking to himself. Before he got used to it, he subconsciously wanted to ridicule him.
As he was talking, he suddenly felt something was wrong in the atmosphere, and then he realized: "I mean... your secret method has made me so embarrassed, it really makes me worry about being laughed at!" Before he finished speaking, the old immortal's voice stopped. : "Have you seen Mr. Huabu?"
If it were normal, the opera ghost would have already joined in with the other side, but today I have been singing a one-man show for so long, and there is not a single word next to him.
The teacup ghost thought something had happened, and hurriedly took the tablecloth from Yinfeng: "Don't worry, old immortal, we have brought the opera ghost out."
The old immortal concentrated on the feeling for a moment, and his voice rose a little higher again: "No! No! This is just an empty shell, that old man Calabash is not here!"
"What?" The teacup ghost was in a hurry and didn't think much when he saw the iron rod and rags on Yinfeng's body. At this time, he also looked panicked, "How is this possible? How could a play ghost escape from the body for no reason? ?”
The old immortal sounded anxious: "It's not about the Wanxiang Market... It's a long story. Let's leave quickly and return to the realm of things and myself! If we go too late, I'm afraid that old man with calico cloth will disappear into thin air! "
Yinfeng frowned when he heard this: "At this moment, Yang Qi is full, and it's too late to go back...and once King Yishan discovers the clues, I'm afraid the death of the blue-faced ghost will be blamed on us, and we will be burned in the end!"
"How long have you been thinking about being alone? Forget it! After all, this matter has nothing to do with your six palaces. Broomstick ghost, come and do the old immortal a favor, please send me to the realm of things and me!" the old immortal said anxiously.
It stands to reason that the situation in front of him does not have anything to do with him, but Yinfeng felt guilty for a while. If Nong Yue had not done bad things with good intentions, things might not have developed into such a situation.
Thinking of this, she could only grit her teeth and said in a deep voice: "It's really too late to go back the way we came... But I know that King Yishan has left a magic circle not far outside Fengdu City, where you can also enter the realm of things and myself, or... Let me take you there!" As she said that, she picked up the spiritual stick and left.
Lao Xian didn't expect Yinfeng's attitude to change so quickly, and he was deeply surprised.
"It's really interesting..." The old man on the side was smiling and murmured to himself: "I didn't expect that there is also pure jade and pure gold in the demon world, but this one is a bit naughty..."
Seeing Yinfeng carrying the Spiritual Yin Stick, the old man suddenly said: "Girls, stay here, there is no need for you to go back!"
Hearing this, the old immortal was not happy: "What are you talking about, old man?"
The old man frowned, but he still said patiently to Yinfeng: "Girl, hand over the remnant of your soul!"
"Remnant soul?" Yinfeng thought for a moment after hearing this, and suddenly remembered that she had indeed collected a ray of residual soul in the realm of things and myself, but she didn't understand how the old man knew about it.
At this moment, she vaguely guessed something, and carefully handed the broken soul out, while probing: "Senior, is this broken soul the guy they talked about?"
The old man nodded slightly: "Yes! Fortunately, you are a smart girl and saved me a lot of trouble..."
After taking the broken soul and begging for rags, the old man waved to Feng Pocket: "This matter is a bit troublesome to deal with... Feng Pocket, please take them to the front to wait!"
The old immortal understood the situation at hand, and after he breathed a sigh of relief, he complained: "Old man, since you know, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
The old man's face turned cold: "You talk a lot of nonsense, but you want me to refine the Lingyin Rod a little more!"
This kind of "threat" worked, and the old immortal no longer made any sound...
…
Now that he was finally free, the Broomstick Ghost pointed at the hideous wound on Feng Qiu's body and asked with concern: "Feng Qiu, what's wrong with your wound?"
The old immortal couldn't help but feel doubtful in his heart, and exclaimed: "Yes, Feng Pocket! Weren't you cut into two pieces by that blue-skinned dog's leg? The old immortal thought that you would definitely die, and he was sad for a long time in vain..."
"What!" The teacup ghost was startled and almost rolled out of the Yin Qi cup, "What is going on?"
Feng Qiang leaned against the crack in the door and looked back. He saw that the opposite side of the corridor was extremely quiet. He thought that the old man would not be able to come here for a while, so he lowered his voice and said: "Brother, don't worry, my wound is just a hideous appearance, it's gone." It’s serious…”
Tingfeng Qiang said that he originally planned to go ahead and prepare to meet Wu Fan, but he didn't expect that as soon as he arrived outside, he found that the surrounding environment was dangerous. Where was the scene in Fengdu?
Just when it was feeling strange, it saw the blue-faced ghost from the work hall appearing in front of it, advising it to leave quickly.
When Feng Pocket realized that something was wrong, he had to avoid the blue-faced ghost and return to the Vientiane Market to report the news. But the blue-faced ghost has sent people in advance to inquire about the news. He already knows that the wind pocket and the kid who shot the dead gas bottle are on the same road, so how can he get his wish? So once again I stood in front of me with a cold blue face and advised it not to mind its own business!
Seeing that the exit scroll was already rippled, and it was too late to stop him, Feng Pocket had no choice but to take action to buy Wu Fan time to escape.
It's just that this blue-faced ghost is too powerful and is no match for him. Seeing the silk thread popping out of the former's palm and wrapping around the exit, it can only choose to move its body sideways and block Wu Fan!
Although Feng Pocket's actions can only be described as seeking death, it did buy Wu Fan time to leave... Just when it thought it was about to lose its soul and its consciousness gradually blurred, a figure in white appeared vaguely. in front of me. And when it woke up again, it came to this place.
"Broomstick Ghost, do you think this senior is the craftsman you asked about?" Hearing that the old man in front of him had the ability to turn decay into something magical, Teacup Ghost's eyes became intense.
"Yes, is this old man reliable? Although his sewing skills are pretty good, repairing the broken body is a different matter after all!" The old immortal did not dare to say anything before because of his "powerful power". Since the old man is not here , it can speak freely, "Generally speaking, this craftsman has some decent tools... Fengqiao, you just helped the old man clean up the room, did you see any treasures?"
Feng Pocket heard this and shook his head: "There was only one table in the room, and there was nothing else except some scribbled scraps of paper."
After Feng Pocket finished speaking, the broom ghost continued: "I only heard that the craftsman had extraordinary skills, but he was not taken seriously in the work hall, so he left the six halls in anger and claimed to set up his own business! At the beginning, there was no one in the six halls. They all thought he was a joke, but they didn’t expect that this man would come back with the same weapon soon!”
"After the confrontation, the masters of the Sixth Hall realized that they were no match for this person because of their strength. The object they despised at the beginning suddenly turned into a threat to the Sixth Hall! They were very panicked and at a loss, but the Ghost Emperor showed up later. Only through reconciliation can things be settled!”
"Is there such a thing?" The old immortal immediately became energetic after hearing this, "What happened next?"
The Broomstick Ghost shrugged: "At that time, I was only interested in asking about this person's whereabouts. Why did I have the heart to listen to such gossip? But those people said that since this person created the Wanxiang Market, no one knows his whereabouts anymore..."
"Good boy! This craftsman is really amazing. He is actually the owner of the Wanxiang Market!" Although the old immortal was in the Lingyin Rod, he could still feel its jaw-dropping expression. "Broom Ghost, since you didn't find out about the craftsman. Whereabouts, why did you bring us here?”
The broom ghost smiled awkwardly: "The craftsmen asked me why, but no one dared to take on this kind of work... Just when I had a headache, a young man asked me to come here to try my luck. Maybe I can There was an unexpected gain…”
“…”
Hearing this, everyone was speechless...
At this moment, there was a noise in the next room, followed by a violent cough.
"Quickly go over and see if little friend Wufan is awake!" The old immortal's voice was so anxious that it was a pity that the spiritual stick did not waver at all...
The thick-browed man had been in a daze for a long time, feeling like a lonely boat on the sea. He was even more dizzy when he woke up, especially as he felt like he had stepped on two balls of cotton under his feet, and he really couldn't stand on his feet.
He reluctantly sat up and found that he was in a strange room, and the master of the work hall he had seen before was lying on another bed with his eyes closed and his face pale. It looked like he had been seriously injured.
The man with thick eyebrows stumbled to this person and was about to take the latter with him to escape, but suddenly he lost weight and knocked over the table next to him, spilling the tea on the floor. Then my chest felt sore and I started to cough...
At this moment, he suddenly heard footsteps approaching from outside the door. He hurriedly stood up on the ground, pulled a bench and used it as a weapon to block in front of him.
"What do you want to do?"
"What do you want to do?"
As soon as the door opened, the expressions of both parties changed and they said in unison.
Fortunately, Na Yinfeng reacted very quickly and came to the front first, saying to the thick-browed man: "Don't be nervous, it's very safe here..."
"Little Master Yinfeng?" The thick-browed man felt a figure flash in front of him and was about to take action, but when he saw the person in front of him clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief. But before he could say anything more, his body suddenly stiffened and there was a bang. Smashed the chair to the ground.
Yinfeng stood in front of several people and noticed the abnormality first, with a nervous look on his face.
"Everyone, get out of the way!"
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