According to Lin Xuan, Venerable Wuchen had already taken his disciples out to collect herbs before they arrived, while Songfeng went to Xiaoyue Xuan to spread the message last night.

With the Lord Fengxu's reliance on Venerable Wuchen, Venerable Wuchen did not need to rush out with his disciples at night, so it would not be Venerable Wuchen who ordered Songfeng to spread the message.

Before Venerable Wuchen went out, he ordered Lin Xuan to take charge of Jiangxin Island. It was most likely Lin Xuan who drove Songfeng to spread the word, but why should Xiao Xiao be banned at this time?

At this time, why did Venerable Wuchen suddenly come back after he went out? He also blamed Songfeng. Logically speaking, Songfeng's mistake was not a big mistake. How could Venerable Wuchen care about such a trivial matter?

People's curiosity is endless. Once they get clues, they can't help but dig deeper and get the long-awaited answer.

Zhiying was eager to give it a try, and stretched out a finger to poke at the window paper to see if the person scolding Songfeng inside was actually Venerable Wuchen. If it was true, their plan would be a little more sinister.

The voice of the person in the room was gentle, but it seemed that he was suppressing the deep-seated coldness and hatred. He only heard the voice coming from inside: "I will spare you this time. The scriptures have not been copied yet. There is no need to go back to the room and go to the quiet room to copy.

There is no need to come out after copying. I will face the wall for a month and will not be allowed to eat or drink."

There was silence for a moment, and then Songfeng's faintly excited voice said: "Yes, thank you Master, I will leave." The footsteps gradually came closer.

Zhiying subconsciously retracted his hand when it was halfway outstretched. He looked at Songfeng who closed the door and turned around. His upper body was gathered in the shadow. The hand at the junction of the shadow and the light was clenched into a fist, and he seemed to be clenching a broad and bright road.

Kangzhuang Avenue.

The "no food and drink" mentioned by Venerable Wuchen was naturally not to starve his disciple to death. It was to ask him to try to practice the art of fasting, so that he no longer had to rely on external substances to replenish his physical strength like ordinary mortals.

Little Golden Crow sneered softly and said through the message: "It's just the Big Grain Technique. Do you deserve to be so happy?"

Zhiying did not answer, but said: "Venerable Wuchen is back."

Xiao Jinwu's face was indifferent, and he didn't take Venerable Wuchen seriously: "He is a mortal."

"I just feel that there is something uneasy in my heart, and I seem to still have expectations. I want to see what this Venerable Wuchen looks like. This voice is very familiar." Zhi Ying looked at the window where the candlelight jumped out, as if it wanted to penetrate the window.

He could clearly see the people inside.

She pursed her lips, then shook her head, feeling hesitant and doubtful in her heart, and said, "Maybe it's because there have been a lot of things lately, and my mind is confused."

Little Golden Crow has no doubt that he is there. There are indeed a lot of things that Zhi Ying has to do recently. After obtaining the Yayoi scales, he still has to rush to the next stop. The road ahead is vast and the mountains and rivers are far away.

I accidentally fell into the mortal world. I originally planned to return to the heavenly world after recovering my spiritual power. Things in the world are unpredictable and the return date is even harder to determine. I hope I can meet the deadline set by God.

Thinking like this, I can't help but feel a little impatient: "Why doesn't this Venerable Wuchen go to bed?"

Zhiying pinched his sleeves and said hesitantly: "How about I get some incense to knock him down?"

Before Xiao Jinwu could express his stance, Fei Ran held her hand, shook his head, and handed over the message: "I still don't want it. It took me two months to recover from the injury. After drinking the decoction that Venerable Wuchen asked him to make, it healed in one day."

Yue then recovered, and he taught medical skills to his disciples in Su Wentang, and he must have made great achievements in medicine. I am afraid that using the incense will be noticed by him, and his whereabouts will be exposed. "

After thinking for a while, Weaver Shadow took out a scented bait from his sleeve and said, "I think it can be done."

As he spoke, he poked a hole in the window screen with his finger, placed the scented bait in front of the hole, pursed his lips tightly, and quickly used the Fire Technique to ignite it.

Little Jinwu glanced at her, feeling strange but not silent.

I saw a little bit of incense ash falling silently from the tip of the incense bait, but no smoke was seen rising.

Fei Ran looked at Zhi Ying dubiously, who was silent and only paying attention to the movement inside the room.

The name of this fragrance is Drunken Bones. It has no smell and no color. Those who are exposed to this fragrance will feel as its name suggests. The whole body's bones will feel as if they have been immersed in old wine, making them soft and numb. Then it will be emitted from the bones, invade the muscles and take away their consciousness.

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The whole process is silent, completed in an instant, and invisible, so "Drunken Bones" is regarded as the most mysterious fragrance.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound in the room. Although it was expected, the Wuchen Venerable with Yayoi scales still deserved her to be more cautious. The corners of Zhiying's mouth curled up, and then with a flick of her hand, she put the drunken bones into her sleeves.

Destroy the corpse and eliminate all traces, then open the window and jump in.

Stepping on the solid wood floor made a continuous sound of "dong, dong, dong". Even so, the person lying on the ground with his back to them still didn't react at all.

Zhiying stood two steps away from this man, then knelt down on one knee and reached out to turn him over. This time, he was quite startled.

The person lying flat on the ground wears a bronze mask, and on the mask is a green-faced and fanged face of Asura. The face is fierce and terrifying.

She had seen a lot before, and she couldn't be more calm at this time. She put one hand on the floor and bent her elbow across her knees with one hand, staring at the Asura mask and pouting.

"What kind of mask should I wear? Is it possible that he is ugly and has low self-esteem, and he doesn't want the wind-bearded people who admire him to know about it and laugh at him secretly?" He rolled his eyes and reached out to the edge of the mask, "I'm here.

I want to see how ugly he looks!"

"Leave him alone and find Yayoi Lin quickly!" Fei Ran urged.

Zhi Ying looked up and saw that Fei Ran's thin eyebrows were drawn together, as if she was very dissatisfied with her behavior. She pursed her lips and said unhurriedly: "What's the hurry? If you suck my drunken bones, it's fine."

He is a god in the sky, and he can lie down for a long time."

Even so, he put his hands away and stood up, casting a spell to move Venerable Wuchen to the couch, folding his hands on his waist, pretending to be sleeping.

After finishing the superficial work, she and Little Golden Crow Feiran separated into areas and each searched the house for where the Yayoi scales were hidden.

I found desks, beds, bookshelves, multi-treasure pavilions, flower pots, and places to hide things and set up mechanisms. They were all ordinary and ordinary things. Not to mention the mechanisms, there wasn't even a hidden compartment.

Xiao Jinwu hesitated and said: "Is it possible that Venerable Wuchen is so upright and doesn't bother to set up secret passages in his house?"

This is strange. Could it be that this house is really a real, ordinary house?

Zhiying held her chin with one hand, thinking in her mind, and scanned the furnishings in the room one by one. Finally, her eyes settled on the bookshelf that had been hollowed out of an entire wall.

Fei Ran saw it and came over and said, "I've looked here, and there's no mechanism on the bookshelf."

"There are no mechanisms on the bookshelf..." Zhiying picked out this sentence from her words.

Fei Ran was not stupid, he immediately understood the meaning of her words, and then hit the bookshelf with a palm with enough spiritual power, and the books on the bookshelf fell to the floor with a "crash".

Looking at the messy piles of books on the floor, Zhiying couldn't help but hold her forehead. Couldn't she be gentler and gentler?

"Click!"

There was a sound of a machine opening, followed by a low sound of friction between stones.
Chapter completed!