"Hey! Old man, why are you lying to me?" Wuyou's eyes had regained her clarity at this moment. She kicked the lid of the red gold coffin shut, jumped up lightly and sat on the coffin, looking at the person curiously. Two old men standing on their knees.
"You, you, you, come down, don't sit on my bed, hurry up! Come down here!" The silver-haired old man saw Wuyou actually sitting on his black gold coffin, his face was so disgusting, and the whole room was full of anxiety. change.
"No! If you don't want to sit on your bed, let me kneel on the ground like him! I'm so poor! I don't even have a stool." Still not relieved after the rant, Wuyou kicked the red gold coffin again.
The silver-haired old man was so angry that he jumped three feet high, "You, you, you, you girl, what a shame! Come down quickly!"
Seeing that Wuyou was unmoved, he had no choice but to lower his head, sigh, and wave his sleeves. The coffin shop was filled to the brim with quilts, and all the furniture was complete, but the material was all made of paper.
Sacrifice the underworld weapon! Seeing these long and sharp dark blue eyes in the left center, it was like two sharp swords unsheathed and shot at the silver-haired old man.
"Old man! For the sake of your old age and frailty, I have always been polite and patient with you. If you tease me like this, you are really not afraid of that girl's blood splattering three feet away." Wuyou's whole body was filled with an extremely indifferent aura, and he tilted his head. The head spoke sullenly.
"No, no, no, no, I'm just a granddaughter, please don't hurt her." The old doctor begged quickly.
The reason why meson space is special is that, except for those who have made a blood contract, no one can enter without the consent of the host, unless of course that person's cultivation level has reached the spiritual level, because the Qingling Wansi Bag comes with immortal level defense Function.
"Old man, get up, they are all juniors, why are you kneeling to them!" said the silver-haired old man, helping Mianmian's grandfather up.
"Girl, do you want to hear a story?" They were unwilling to wait in this low plane for more than ten years, but they still couldn't get the results they wanted.
"No, old man, I'm not interested in playing with you." After saying that, he jumped down from the coffin and walked to Zuo Yang, and the two of them made preparations to leave.
"Girl! We have been waiting for you for fourteen years. Even if you are unwilling to help, you still give us old bones a chance to talk." At this time, the silver-haired old man, who had always been stubborn, also gave in. If Tianji Pavilion was not Wrong, and they still couldn't convince the two of them to search for Mianmian's soul, then... they had no choice but to accept their fate.
"Husband, give me a hug."
Hearing her coquettishness, Zuo Yang raised his eyebrows and showed a charming smile that attracted thousands of girls. He knew that this girl agreed. Forget it, let's listen to what they said first.
"Come, my husband, hold me."
As soon as they entered Fengdu, their attires changed. Zuo Yang, who had short hair, now had long hair and a crown, and Wuyou's hair was even ridiculously long. With a flick of his sleeves, a comfortable wooden throne appeared. Entering the coffin shop, the land emblem of Star Continent was engraved on it.
"You are from the Star Continent! Do you know the Lord of Wushang Kingdom?" The old doctor's face lit up when he saw the totem that echoed the stars and the moon.
"What are you two looking for her for?" Wuyou said nothing, Zuo Yang raised his hand and pushed Wuyou's silver hair behind his ears and asked.
"To be honest with you two, we got a glimpse of the secret in Tianji Pavilion, and we are waiting here for her to summon the soul of my granddaughter Mianmian.\./hand\./machine\./edition\./first\./issue\./update\. ./new~~”
Hearing this, Wuyou's little mouth pursed into a straight line: "You old man was deceived by Tianji Pavilion. I don't know how to summon spirits. I need to find him quickly to get my money back, so as not to lose more than I gain."
It is said that a piece of news from Tianji Pavilion can make an immortal monk bankrupt. Black! So dark!
"You! You are the leader of the Wushang Kingdom! You must save my Mianmian!"
"I said I don't know how to summon spirits. If you, old man, don't tell me a story, I'm leaving!"
"I..." As he spoke, the old doctor covered his face and cried bitterly.
"Husband, please let that girl out. This old man's crying makes my head hurt." She frowned and leaned into Zuo Yang's arms.
After saying "Okay", the little girl reappeared in the coffin shop.
Not only did she not cry, she was so happy that she kept talking, "Grandpa, there are so many people in his space, and the clothes they wear are so beautiful!..."
"Immortal level space bag... Boy, you are really lucky. If you have no cultivation level, you may not be able to keep such a good spiritual weapon."
Snatching spiritual weapons is also a part of monks' efforts to increase their cultivation. Generally, spiritual weapons and beasts are divided into two types: spiritual contracts. (The next page is more exciting!)
With the blood contract and the spiritual contract, as long as you kill the opponent, you can take his spiritual weapon as your own.
The blood contract is different. The spiritual weapon is closely related to the life of the host and is inseparable. When the host dies, the spiritual weapon will only automatically enter the dormant period until the host soul is reborn. There is another way to grab such a blood contract weapon, Seize Sherong. Soul, but this kind of sinister cultivation method can only be accomplished by someone with a cultivation level above the immortal level, and it is not without risks.
When she heard someone threatening her husband, Wuyou immediately stopped. She stood up from Zuo Yang's arms with her long legs and looked at the silver-haired old man with strange eyes, "What? You want to rob him?"
Her warning had no effect. The old man transformed and locked Zuo Yang's head. The pressure of the Spirit Immortal Stage immediately seeped towards Zuo Yang's Tianling Cap.
"How dare you, old man!" Wuyou's bloody eyes suddenly appeared, and the demonic energy that poured out of the sky directly pulled the little girl in four different directions.
"Ah... Grandpa, it hurts so much..." The little girl's face turned completely pale and she was tortured in mid-air.
"Girl! Lao Quan is helping him, not harming him. Let my granddaughter go quickly!" As he said that, the old doctor also released his own coercion, and with the same immortal level, he captured Mianmian in an instant.
At this time, Wuyou's consciousness had already been dominated by the killing, and she could not hear any sound at all. She could only see her walking towards the old doctor step by step against the pressure.
Bang!
The giant black wings that covered the sky and the moon cut the coffin shop in half with just one breath.
"magic!"
The old doctor hurriedly protected Mianmian behind him and stared nervously at Wuyou's actions.
"Baby, come here." The familiar voice was low and soothing, like the sound of nature.
She folded her wings and ran over happily, "Husband, did the old man hurt you?" She held Zuo Yang's head and looked left and right, for fear of being scratched somewhere.
"There are no injuries. He washed my muscles and marrow again, and my six senses are more clear." After so much trouble, it seems that I don't want to hear his story anymore.
"Your physique is really different. Your twin spiritual roots are a peerless genius in any aspect. It's really strange that you can control the wind and rain before your spiritual roots are activated." He could detect his twin souls, but he couldn't. Which interface does the natural spirit come from?
"Old man, why don't you tell your story? Let me focus on the important point: don't delay my visit to the ghost market." Her husband was fine, so she had to sit down and listen to them.
"Hey, hey, brother Guan, tell me." The silver-haired old man asked Mianmian's grandfather to speak.
"Fourteen years ago, my son and daughter-in-law went home to visit relatives and were kidnapped by evildoers. The fetus was cut open and both of them were thrown into the river. When we arrived, our son and daughter-in-law were dead, except for the newly-given Mianmian. Being wrapped in a bubble, I was lucky enough to survive." He spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that Zuo Yang and Wuyou would wait for a long time.
"Wait a minute, even if I ask you to pick up the important points, you can't ignore them all! Where did you get hurt? Who did it? What's the name of that river?" Wuyou pointed out the information he wanted to know one by one.
"This... these are not important." The old doctor hesitated and refused to say anything. Even the silver-haired old man looked embarrassed.
"Since you don't want to say it, then it would be rude for me and my wife." After Zuo Yang said this, he picked up Wuyou and left.
"Wait! That river is called Edu."
After listening, the blood all over Zuo Yang's body was like boiling lava, and his uncontrollable anger spread to his fingertips.
"You don't have to be angry!"
He knew that this was something serious. The two immortal-level monks were not in Qingtian Continent, so they came here alone to wait.
Tianji Pavilion! What a courage!
Edu is located in the eastern wasteland of Qingtian Continent, the River of Souls. Anyone who falls into this river will have their souls disappear in the river and will not be reincarnated.
"Husband, wait a minute!" Wuyou jumped down from Zuo Yang's arms and turned to look at the silver-haired old man: "Tianji Pavilion tells you that I have a method for searching for souls. Have I told you what method it is?"
"It's very simple, just a drop of your blood..."
"That's enough! It's impossible!" Zuo Yang angrily picked up Wuyou and disappeared into the night.
Qingtian Continent, on the top of thousands of mountains, the thousands of stars in the night sky are like chess pieces on a chessboard, covered with war clouds, vying to shine.
Who is it, using the ghost way chess style, ordering troops to fight, it is difficult to distinguish the true from the false. Who is it, obsessed with playing chess, jumping horses and pawns, making false claims and false claims?
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A bright pavilion stands above the clouds and mist. This is the Tianji Pavilion that monks all over the world are afraid of. There are children of all sizes sitting inside. They are wearing white robes and are constantly playing with the beads in their hands and pushing the beads beside them. Astrolabe.
At the snap of their fingers, they shape the current situation, mobilize the power of the world, and calculate the fate of all living beings!
People can’t help but sigh: Heaven and earth are a game, and all living beings are chess.
"It's done!"
A young man of about twelve years old quietly ran to the pavilion platform and pulled the silver thread. The sound of a "dinging bell" soon attracted an audience.
He floated down from the ninth floor attic, standing in a crowd of white clothes in his alluring red robe, looking so out of place. \./hand\./machine\./version\./first\./issue\./update\./new~~
"Pavilion Master, the matter between Yaoshen Sect and Qishen Sect has been settled."
He is Baili Ci, the master of Tianji Pavilion. He has black hair that is half tied and half loose. A hairband of the same color is pulled behind his ears. Under his dark eyebrows are a pair of affectionate red phoenix eyes. Any darling in the world will fall deeply into them if he takes one more look at them. .
"What about that girl's life?" His voice was as gentle as jade but not angry or intimidating.
"Pavilion Master, forgive me!" The boy who pushed the star knelt down neatly on the ground.
Walking in the dim underground palace, the anger hidden in Zuo Yang's eyes made his eyes dim, and he could only vaguely feel the thin breath coming out of his nose.
The cold air he unconsciously released extended from Wuyou's fingertips to all her limbs. She trembled and looked into those lightless eyes, "Husband, it's so cold... Stop it..."
Twenty taels of silver was a bit too small, but in modern times it was still around eight thousand to ten thousand yuan.
At present, an ordinary soldier in the Yu Dynasty can only earn one tael of silver per month at most, and a centurion can earn three taels of silver per month.
Maybe he will accept it.
In addition, Qin Hu is also planning to draw a big pie for Li Xiaokun. After all, Qin Hu used to have money.
Now it depends on whether he and Qin An can survive the night.
"Little Marquis, I may not be able to survive. I'm so hungry, my hands and feet are frozen with cold." Qin An said in a daze.
"Xiao Anzi, Xiao Anzi, hold on, hold on, you can't stay still, get up and run. Only in this way can you survive."
In fact, Qin Hu himself is in trouble. Although he was a special soldier in his previous life, this body is not what he used to be. All he has now is a perseverance.
"Wait!"
Qin Hu's eyes were like cold stars, and he suddenly shouted in a low voice. A reflection and a rustling sound that appeared just ten meters away from the camp aroused his alertness.
With the professional sense of smell of a special scout, he felt that it was the enemy.
But should we notify Li Xiaokun?
Qin Hu hesitated a little. What if he saw it wrong? You know, his current physical condition is completely different from before.
If a false alarm causes night terrors or camp roars, and someone gets a handle on it, they will be killed without mercy.
"Xiao Anzi, hand me the bow and arrow."
Qin Hu crawled under the carriage and whispered.
But Qin An's next words scared him so much that he almost jumped up.
"Bow and arrow, what are bow and arrow?"
What, there are no bows and arrows in this era?
Qin Hu looked around and found a wooden stick with a sharpened top placed under the wheel. It was two meters long. It was thick at the handle and became thinner as it went up.
The more I look at it, the more it looks like a weapon.
Wooden gun, this is the iconic building of the cannon fodder.
"Come closer, come closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu was sure that he was right.
The other party may be the enemy's scouts, called scouts in this era. They are trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.
Of course, if conditions permit, you can also poison, set fire to, or perform a beheading operation.
"one two three……"
He and Qin An lay motionless on the ground until then, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden spear as a javelin.
"puff!"
It was impossible for the scout to wear armor because he had difficulty moving, so the shot pierced his chest directly.
Following Qin Hu, he picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the carriage, and chased in the opposite direction desperately.
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To ensure the reliability of intelligence, scouts are required to monitor each other and are not allowed to act alone, so there are at least two.
After a few moments, Qin Hu threw another black shadow to the ground.
Then he strangled his neck with a wooden gun. There was a crisp sound and the man's head hung down.
"Hoo ho, ho ho!" Qin Hu was sweating profusely and almost collapsed. He lay on the ground gasping for air. His body was really too weak.
Just to break the enemy's neck, before he could just use his hands, but just now he had to rely on the power of a wooden gun.
"Qin An, come here and search me for me."
Qin Hu is familiar with the rules of the battlefield. He must collect all the trophies from these two guys as quickly as possible.
"Two daggers, two horizontal knives, a level, seven or eight taels of broken silver, two grain bags, flags, kettles, two sets of cotton-padded clothes, two pot helmets, bacon..."
"Qin An, brother, hurry up, hurry up, eat something quickly, you are saved..."
Qin Hu tremblingly grabbed a handful of fried beans from the grain bag and stuffed it into Qin An's mouth, then filled him with water and put on the captured cotton-padded clothes.
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Before dawn, Qin Hu cut off the scout's head before the sentry on duty arrived, carried it into Shi Chang's camp, and reported what happened yesterday.
This was done to prevent others from taking credit, and he knew what kind of environment he was in now.
"Thirty taels of silver for one head, you are rich."
The chief's name was Gundam. He was a tall, muscular man with a beard.
At first, he didn't believe it until he saw the trophies captured by Qin Hu and the two corpses.
At this moment, his eyes were full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"It's not me who gets rich, it's everyone who gets rich. This is the credit of the ten of us."
