"Brother Cui, is that you?"

Ning Caichen stepped forward with excitement on his face. When he was at Lanruo Temple, Liao Wenjie carried a red umbrella with him, which is said to be a magic weapon for subduing demons.

"You are going to die. If you are in danger, don't go there!"

Zhiqiu Yiye stretched out his hand to pull Ning Caichen. The latter only had 0.5 strength to bind a chicken. When Zhiqiu Yiye pressed him like this, he was immediately unable to move.

"Brother Ning, your eyes are so good. You recognized me. I want to scare you."

Liao Wenjie put away his red umbrella and walked towards Ning Caichen with a smile. Because of the mask, his laughter was muffled, making it impossible to associate him with a kind person.

Zhiqiu Yiye thinks so, and he is extremely determined. He has just vowed that if Liao Wenjie is a kind person, he will eat ten bowls of rice!

It's not appropriate, it's too harmful to the body.

"Brother Cui, I know you are blessed with great fortune."

This time, Zhi Qiu Yiye did not stop him. Ning Caichen hugged Liao Wenjie and patted his shoulders and back. His eyes were slightly moist, and he complained: "Master Yan said that you died by subduing the demon. Although you died without regrets, you still asked me not to do it."

If you are sad, you should be happy."

"With good luck, I came out of the underworld alive. I have been recovering from my injuries during this time."

"Then have you met Master Yan?"

"We met him. He was more seriously injured than me. I sent him to Xiaoqian. After Xiaoqing was reincarnated, I took him back to Lanruo Temple. The tree demon was also uprooted by us."

Liao Wenjie said: "Don't just talk about me. What about you, have you got the honor? Calculating the time, it will be February soon. Do you have a chance to go to the capital to take the exam?"

"No, nothing."

Ning Caichen sighed after hearing this, and said with a wry smile: "After I and Master Yan separated, I was arrested as a fugitive. I was detained for half a year. I missed the provincial examination time. If I want to make a difference, I can only wait until three years later."

"I see. No wonder you smell so bad and have a beard. You haven't had a shower in half a year." Liao Wenjie joked.

"Yes, I washed it..."

Ning Caichen whispered: "There is a village nearby. I rode over there to have a rest. It happened to be a thunderstorm, so I took the opportunity to rush in."

Liao Wenjie nodded solemnly: "Indeed, it's been half a year and it's time to give it a try. It's not good for your health after a long time."

"You still speak so strangely..."

Ning Caichen rubbed his hands and felt something was wrong, but couldn't put it in words. He shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He asked curiously: "Brother Cui, I haven't seen you for half a year. Why are you wearing a mask? Is this a new way of practice?"

"That's not true!"

Liao Wenjie raised his hand and tapped the mask, and glanced at the sisters: "I calculated that there is a woman here who has a fateful marriage with you. If I reveal my true face, you will have no chance."

"Oh, you dare to say you are handsome in front of me. I know Qiu Yiye has been traveling around the world for many years, but I have never seen anyone so good at blowing."

Before Ning Caichen spoke, Zhiqiu Yiye, who had been listening in, couldn't help it: "Let me tell you first, it's not that I don't believe you, but seeing is believing. Take off the mask and I'll see if it's true or false. If it's true,

If I boast about my bullshit, don't blame me for my lack of virtue."

"Easy to say."

Liao Wenjie turned slightly to avoid the curious gaze from the other side, took off his mask and showed his face, giving Qiu Yiye Xing a look.

"Woooooo-"

Zhiqiu Yiye burst into tears, crying like a child. Ning Caichen patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"Master Zhiqiu, don't be sad, this is not your fault."

"Go away, I don't want your comfort, I just have sand in my eyes."

…

Zhengqi Villa.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang

The red-threaded ghost hands waved continuously, and five coffins placed in the middle of the main room flew out and were arranged neatly in the yard.

Liao Wenjie stepped forward one by one, slapped the coffin lid away with his palm, and gave up after confirming that there were only mummies in the coffin.

"Brother Cui, what are you doing?"

"There is corpse energy in Yizhuang. I suspect there are mutated zombies or corpse demons here. Let's check it just in case." Liao Wenjie explained.

"Is there corpse gas? Why didn't I smell it?"

Zhiqiu Yiye sniffed his nose. He didn't notice it before, but now he smelled it carefully. It seemed that there was some.

He is indeed a master!

He admired him in his heart but refused to admit defeat. He clasped his hands and said, "I know Qiu Yiye, a junior from the Kunlun sect who entered the final school. I wonder which sect you are an expert at?"

"Cui Hongjian is a wild Taoist priest with no family or sect, so he cannot be considered an expert."

Liao Wenjie cupped his fists and returned the greeting: "Brother Zhiqiu, if you don't mind, just like Brother Ning, just call me Brother Cui."

Zhiqiu Yiye: "..."

Liao Wenjie has said so. If he minds, everyone will lose face.

"Brother Cui."

"Brother Zhiqiu."

Liao Wenjie nodded: "It's no fun to talk outside. I have wine and food here. Go in and clean up the house. Let's sit down and chat slowly."

"With wine, that would be great."

…

The candles were lit, Liao Wenjie took out the wine and cooked food from the red umbrella, and the three of them ate with the steamed buns.

After chatting for a few words, Liao Wenjie changed the subject: "Brother Zhiqiu, I just hid in the dark and saw you using cinnabar to draw amulets. I didn't mean anything else, I was just curious about your casting steps. I spit first, then applied cinnabar. Will it work?"

Won’t it waste some time?”

The drunkard was not interested in drinking, so Liao Wenjie took the opportunity to make a trick and wanted to know the price of the body-holding technique.

It is true that Zhiqiu Yiye's body-holding technique took too long and is not applicable in actual combat. But then again, who would use the body-holding technique to subdue demons?

Let’s take the monkey as an example again. After the Seven Fairies were immobilized by him, it didn’t take long for them to go down to earth to find an honest man.

"It's indeed a bit long. When I meet a master, I don't even have time to perform the technique."

Zhiqiu Yiye glanced around and whispered: "I'm telling you secretly, and Brother Ning, please don't spread the word."

Ning Caichen: "..."

What’s going on? He’s the one sitting here with the beard. Why can anyone call him Brother Ning?

"Brother Zhiqiu, tell me in detail and I guarantee that no fourth person will know."

"Actually, for this body-holding technique, I originally bit my fingertips and drew the talisman with blood. I was afraid of the pain, so I figured out how to use cinnabar instead."

Zhiqiu Yiye chuckled: "It's just a joke, a little cleverness can't reach the level of elegance."

"Then you are really a genius!"

Liao Wenjie said sincerely, not in a derogatory sense, but purely in a literal sense, and he was indeed praising others.

The three of them were eating and chatting. In the big room next door, a group of servants stared at each other, smelling the faint aroma of wine in the air, and then touching their growling stomachs, feeling sad for a moment.

They also want to drink a lot of wine and eat meat.

"Gululu~"

Fu Yuechi rubbed his shriveled belly and said aggrievedly: "Sister, I'm so hungry. Can I go next door as an excuse to eat?"

"No, how is it appropriate for a daughter of yours to ask someone for food in the middle of the night?"

"I'm hungry!"

"Bear it!"

Fu Qingfeng displayed her sister's majesty and taught her a lesson: "Although dad has suffered a great disaster and we have become bandits, we must not forget the family etiquette, let alone dad's teachings."

"Gululu~" x2

(￣~￣)σ(;￣︿￣)

"Sister, you are hungry too, right?"

"I'm not hungry!"

…

"Although I was imprisoned, I met a powerful person in prison..."

Ning Caichen talked about his inmate who had great magical powers. He dug out his cloth bag and put a book and an iron plate on the table: "The old man asked me to help him print this book and gave me a piece of it."

The token says that I will need it in the future, do you know me?"

The token had the word "Wolong" written on it. Zhiqiu Yiye took it and looked at it, nodded repeatedly, and slammed the table.

"I do not recognize!"

"What a coincidence, I don't know him either."
To be continued...