"Brother, please take me with you. My little brother is so pitiful."
The incense man was hiding next to Yi Ning's collar, his tone was one part aggrieved, three parts weak, two parts gentle and one part angry.
Yi Ning raised an eyebrow. This little thing's personality changed too quickly, but he definitely couldn't be taken with him.
Putting aside the character of the other party, there is one thing that cannot be taken away from him.
"Brother, if you don't speak, do you agree?"
At this time, Yi Ning had already walked out of the temple, and the incense man lay on top of him. His whole golden body was shining, just like his excitement.
"Brother, you don't know that the Xiyue Mountain God has five heads, seven arms, and eyes all over his body. I'm so scared every day that I can't eat enough, sleep well, and am frightened. That's why I pretended to be powerful and claimed to be mine." The incense villain strikes while the iron is hot.
Tong Qian pulled Yi Ning's clothes: "Master, he sounds even more pitiful than Tong Qian."
Yi Ning raised his hand and shook the incense man away.
But the little figure was like brown candy, and it immediately stuck back.
Yi Ning was speechless.
...
Inside the Tiger Palace.
Lou Yichuan frowned and looked ahead with a worried expression.
Sitting on a chair not far from him was a woman who was his favorite daughter.
The woman's name is Lou Xiajin, her skin is as solid as snow, and her face is as dark as smoke. It would be no exaggeration to say that she is the most powerful person in the country.
But her face was getting an unhealthy flush and her lips were chapped.
Several people surrounded Lou Xiajin, each showing his magical powers.
The pupils of an old Taoist priest in the sea-viewing realm shone brightly. He stared at Lou Xiajin and shouted: "How can we make up for the yin and yang of the two rites in the Tianyan Cave?"
There was a turtle shell on his left hand that kept spinning. The Taoist priest raised his eyebrows: "This is it!"
After putting away the turtle shell, he took out another object, which was the previous gift, the perfume.
The Taoist priest poured in the magic power, and crystal clear white liquid flew out of the jade bottle. The Taoist priest pointed his fingers on the perfume liquid. When his fingers were completely soaked, he used his fingers to draw amulets on Lou Xiajin's forehead.
The book talisman and the water are completed in one go.
As the talisman was completed, the old Taoist gasped for breath. It can be seen that although the talisman was drawn in a moment, it consumed a huge amount of money: "How is Fairy Lou?"
After Lou Xiajin felt the changes in her body, she shook her head.
Lou Yichuan also shook his head in the distance. Although he knew that there was little hope, he still sighed deeply.
The old Taoist priest stepped back and saluted Lou Yichuan: "Don't blame the tiger, the old Taoist did his best."
"Hard work." Lou Yichuan nodded.
As the Taoist priest retreated, another Confucian priest came forward, also a monk in the fifth realm.
The Confucian scholar did not use any spiritual objects from heaven and earth, but directly stimulated the Haoran Qi in his body and touched Lou Xiajin's throat.
He muttered softly: "The spring flowers and autumn colors are thinned out, and the dead trees are exposed to the east wind in winter."
The Confucian poems poured out, and the awe-inspiring energy turned into a thick vitality, pouring into Lou Xiajin's body continuously.
Then, the blush on Lou Xiajin's face gradually dissipated, and her lips began to become moist.
"There's something going on!" shouted a monk whose previous treatment failed.
Lou Yichuan also walked to his daughter's side with bright eyes.
The Confucian scholar continued to inject Haoran Qi, and Lou Xiajin looked like an ordinary person. Her lips were no longer chapped, and she looked like spring and flowers, which was touching.
"Okay!" Lou Yichuan shouted excitedly.
But at this moment, the Confucian scholar stopped the transportation of Haoran Qi: "The consumption is too great, and there is no Haoran Qi in my body."
Lou Yichuan subconsciously looked at his daughter and saw that Lou Xiajin's lips were gradually drying up and the blush on her face was returning little by little.
It seemed like everything just happened was just a flash in the pan.
"Damn it!" Lou Yichuan punched the table and saluted the Confucian scholar after a while, "It's not aimed at fellow Taoist, thank you for your treatment."
The Confucian scholar returned the courtesy and stepped aside with regret.
"Father, that's it for today. Jin'er is a little tired." Lou Xiajin said softly.
Lou Yichuan clenched his fists and was about to speak. Suddenly he raised his head and looked toward the top of the mountain, his brows gradually furrowed: "I have something to do. I'll be back later."
After saying that, he flashed and disappeared into the palace.
...
The stairs leading down from the top of the mountain.
Yi Ning flicked the incense man away for the umpteenth time, and the incense man flew back for the umpteenth time.
The face of the incense villain has flattery and pity, and he is persistent.
At this moment, an angry shout sounded beside Yi Ning.
"stop!"
A middle-aged man with a Chinese character face and wearing black brocade clothes appeared on the mountain steps, blocking the way.
It is Xiyue Mountain Junlou Yichuan!
At this time, the eyes of Xiyue Mountain Monarch were full of anger, as if there was a ball of fire burning in his pupils.
If anything, what Lou Yichuan feels most distressed about is his daughter.
Then the most precious thing in him is the spirit of incense.
The spirit of incense can help gods or Buddhist monks refine the power of incense, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the power of incense is the foundation of gods.
Therefore, the role of this golden villain is evident.
But compared to his effect, the birth of the Incense Spirit is even more outrageous. It would take three thousand years to be born, but it is still possible.
Fushan dates back thousands of years. It was the central mountain of a perishing country. After Daqian destroyed the country, its territory continued to expand.
When Daqian was founded, the Zhongyue Mountain in the old country also became Xiyue.
Only then did Lou Yichuan, who took office, make a big mistake.
Moreover, the golden little man has a lethargic personality and is unwilling to move. Lou Yichuan is usually low-key, so no one robs him.
The cultivation of gods is countless times more difficult than that of monks. It requires accumulating incense little by little, accumulating it for hundreds or thousands of years, and then seeking a breakthrough. If the breakthrough fails, the incense will be cleared.
For Lou Yichuan to reach the peak of Jindan so quickly, apart from the prosperity of Xiyue Incense, half of the credit must be attributed to the spirit of Incense.
But now, my baby actually ran away with someone else!
How is this different from catching your daughter-in-law eloping with another man before your own eyes?
Therefore, Lou Yichuan, who had always been so kind and charming, became angry and came directly from the Tiger Palace to Yi Ning.
After Lou Yichuan squinted his eyes and looked at it, he could see Tong Qian's cultivation level. As for Yi Ning, he couldn't.
But how powerful can a person who can hang out with the Bronze Skin Realm be?
Now in his own territory, as a tiger, he is equal to half a Nascent Soul.
And Nascent Soul is a powerful existence in Daqian, and even in the world.
"How dare you two come to Lou to steal something?" the tiger shouted angrily, "Thieves, please return the spirit of the incense immediately, kneel down and kowtow, and I will spare your life!"
"Are you the King of Xiyue Mountain? I'm not a thief, it's this little golden man who insists on following me." Yi Ning handed over his hand.
"Hmph! The spirit of incense has always been lazy, so it will follow you? Are you a fairy or an ascendant?" Lou Yichuan was too lazy to talk nonsense, "Kneel down!"
After saying that, Lou Yichuan pressed his palm down, and a pressure that had the power to overwhelm the mountain was pressed towards Yi Ning.
Lou Yichuan didn't have murderous intentions, he just struck casually, but even so, if this was done hard, the bronze-skinned martial artist would be seriously injured at least!
Yi Ning channeled the power of merit and was about to take action, but something was faster than him!
——Exactly gold.
The wicker pinned to Tongqian's waist floated out on its own and slashed down toward Lou Yichuan.
Although the gold is in the shape of a willow, it is a real sword. The sword fairy Shen Yi couldn't put it down. It is a sword for killing!
At this time, the gold protector was eager and swung with all his strength. Even though no one was driving him, and the body was withered and yellow, it was no longer in its peak state. It was not as good as Baiyi before, but it still exploded to the level of Nascent Soul realm.
I saw a sword energy like a crescent moon cutting through the night, rushing toward Lou Yichuan with a devastating force.
In fact, it only took a moment from Lou Yichuan's appearance to the conflict.
The instinctive crisis of life and death made Lou Yichuan's pupils shrink like needles. He shouted angrily, his feet became one with the mountain, and a yellow light shield was drawn in front of him.
The sword light arrived instantly and collided with the light shield, causing the entire mountain to shake.
The yellow light shield began to spread cracks under the sword energy.
Lou Yichuan was so shocked that he had no time to think about why a bronze-skinned martial artist had such an immortal weapon. He shouted: "Da Qian's national destiny bless me!"
Overturning the mountain to suppress the national destiny can naturally be mobilized.
It's just that after this incident, Lou Yichuan will definitely be held accountable by Da Qian, but now he can no longer control that much.
Daqian Guoyun sprang out from the bottom of the mountain and poured into the yellow shield, trying to resist this sharp sword energy.
At this moment, a voice full of surprise sounded from the side.
"Senior Yi, you are actually here!"
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PS: Nayun seemed to have contracted the mutant strain of the new crown yesterday, and his throat hurts terribly. In addition, there are guests at home during the Chinese New Year these two days, so it will be late tomorrow.
In addition, this book will go to Sanjiang on Sunday. With such results, it will definitely be finished. Now you can rest assured to pursue the book.
When I feel better, I will do more updates. Let’s see who dares to say I’m short!
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