Wang Changsheng and Master Deyuan stood on the wall near the small courtyard, watching the woman who entered the courtyard and the girl in her arms.
For ordinary people, the surveillance of four strong men would naturally mean they had nowhere to escape, but to the two practitioners, it was nothing at all.
After entering the courtyard, the woman put the little girl down and sat on a stone chair, staring blankly at the air in front of her.
The little girl standing next to the woman was only two or three years old. She was a little overwhelmed when she saw her mother like this.
At this time, a young man came from outside the house.
His arrival was like a pebble falling into a calm lake, causing the woman's long-suppressed sadness to flow out like a tidal wave.
"Yue'er is still so young, why did she become a tribute? Why! Why!" The woman covered her face and sobbed, her voice choked with sobs.
The young man walked forward silently, hugged the woman in his arms, and comforted her silently.
But his eyes were also full of sadness, but as a man, he couldn't show his fragile side at this time.
The little girl's clear and hazy eyes did not understand what the so-called "tribute" meant. She just looked at her crying mother and silent father. She tried to stand on tiptoes and tried to wipe the corners of her mother's eyes with her white and tender hands. Tears: "Mother, if you don't cry, Yue'er will be obedient."
"Woooo..." The woman cried and hugged the little girl: "Yueyue is very good. It's all my mother who is useless. It's all my mother who is useless. I can't protect you."
On the wall, Wang Changsheng was silent.
After a few seconds, he turned around and jumped into the street.
Walking on the empty street, Wang Changsheng looked at Master Deyuan with his hands clasped beside him: "I think the doubts in my heart have been answered."
"Master Deyuan, please take me to Zhu Zixian's mansion. I want to see with my own eyes what kind of painting this Eyeless Dragon is."
There was a coldness in his voice.
Master Deyuan nodded: "In that case, fellow Taoist, please come with me."
The two headed towards the west of the city, passing through the main street, and finally stopped in front of a very luxurious courtyard.
"Ahead is Zhu Zixian's mansion." Master Deyuan looked solemn: "These eye demons have an extremely strong sense of territory. Once they step into the mansion, which is their territory, they will be attacked wildly."
Looking at the locked mansion in front of him, Wang Changsheng narrowed his eyes slightly.
From his point of view, there was nothing special about this mansion except that it was luxurious.
"If conditions permit in the future, I will have to learn a Taoist technique specifically for observation."
Wang Changsheng thought so in his heart.
"Do you need to find a safe place to put down the bamboo cage behind your fellow Taoist? If you carry the bamboo cage on your back, your fellow Taoist will be able to fight well, but your hands will inevitably be tied up, right?" Master Deyuan glanced at Wang Changsheng who had been carrying it from beginning to end. The bamboo cage behind him suggested.
"No need." In response, Wang Changsheng shook his head decisively.
The bamboo cage contains the unconscious Li Laodao. For him, no matter where he is, he is not as safe as carrying him on his back.
As for hindering the battle, ordinary battles have little impact on Wang Changsheng. If it is a fierce battle, he has the talisman and the sword control skills at the bottom of the box, so he will not be afraid.
Seeing Wang Changsheng's resolute attitude, Master Deyuan stopped trying to persuade him. After saying "Amitabha", he reached out and took out a brocade bag from his arms. After untying the bag, he took out a stick that was as tall as a person and had as many circles on the top. A circular dark gold Zen staff.
"Storage bags?"
Looking over the brocade bag, Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed with eagerness.
He also wanted to have a space equipment of his own - a storage bag. Unfortunately, Zhang Ciming only had one on him and there was no extra for him.
"The nine-ring Zen staff is a medium-grade magical weapon. It has the effect of protecting the mind. It was thanks to it that I was able to escape from the attack of the eye monster's third eye." Seeing Wang Changsheng's curiosity, Master Deyuan briefly introduced After a while, he continued:
"Do you want to take the path of swordsmanship training? In that case, after entering the mansion, I will open the way in front. When you get to the place where the eye monster is, you will wait for an opportunity to attack. Although I am not good at fighting, I will Durability-wise it’s pretty good.”
"Yes." Wang Changsheng nodded.
Although he is greedy for the experience points of killing the Eye Demon clone, he is also self-aware. He has just entered Bigu, and the Jiuyang Conquering Qi method is bursting and weak in recovery, even with the blessing of an extra 40% spiritual energy recovery speed brought by the health-preserving skill. , it only allows the spiritual energy recovery speed of Jiuyang Convincing Qi Technique to reach the level of normal techniques.
Protracted battles are not his area of expertise.
Nowadays, the actual strength of the eye demon is unknown, so it is better to keep enough spiritual energy in case of emergencies.
Therefore, Master Deyuan's proposal was exactly what Wang Changsheng wanted.
After formulating the battle plan, the two of them no longer hesitated and headed towards the mansion.
Master Deyuan stood in front of the heavy door, pressing his hands on the door panel. With a loud shout, a faint golden light spread from his body.
At this moment, Master Deyuan's loose gray clothes were bulging out, and the muscles all over his body were tangled, like a glaring Vajra.
"Buddhist skills?" Wang Changsheng was thoughtful when he saw this scene.
During the three days of practicing with Zhang Ciming, he more or less learned some common sense in the practice world.
For example: Generally speaking, Taoist priests focus on practicing law in the early stage, and their attack methods are mainly long-range attacks such as talismans, while Buddhist priests focus on body training and close combat in the early stage.
As for the later stage? Then it depends on their respective fates.
With the force of Master Deyuan, the dust-covered door slowly opened to both sides. The dust accumulated in the cracks of the door rustled down, showing a distinct grainy texture in the sunlight.
Wang Changsheng raised his eyes and the first thing that caught his eye was the view of the front courtyard.
Colorful purples and flowers blooming. If he hadn't known in advance that this was the eye demon's lair, he really wouldn't have believed that the eye demon's true form was hidden here.
"Fellow Taoist, let's go."
After transforming into the "giant man" form, Master Deyuan's voice became somewhat dull.
Wang Changsheng nodded, holding the hilt of the Light-Chasing Magic Sword at his waist with his right hand, ready to unsheath it and slay the demon at any time.
The two of them walked in tandem and officially entered the confines of the mansion.
"The eye demon's body is in the master bedroom, so we need to go through the vestibule and the middle hall in order to reach the master bedroom."
Master Deyuan held the nine-ring Zen staff and opened the way while introducing the situation of the mansion in a very fast tone.
In the middle of the vestibule, Master Deyuan suddenly shouted.
"Be careful, fellow Taoist, the clone of the eye demon is here!"
The next moment his voice fell, two pale, slender, semi-illusory hands flew out of the wooden pillars on both sides and grabbed Master Deyuan's head.
At the same time, a semi-illusory eye-demon hand emerged from the round wooden pillar behind Wang Changsheng and struck hard at the back of his head.
