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Linchuan Prefecture is adjacent to Wujiang and is against Qingya Mountain. It is a beautiful city with beautiful mountains and rivers.

Linchuan Prefecture is located in the central plain. It is neither a major transportation road nor a world-famous scene like Qiantang Chao that makes people linger. Therefore, the atmosphere in the prefecture has always been lukewarm, without shocking noise, and without calm silence.

Every day, everyone is spending their days leisurely. Linchuan Prefecture is a major grain-producing town. Under the rule of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, there was never a risk of famine. Even when the year was not good, there were still food to spend their lives. Therefore, officials who retired often settled here.

Ping An Inn is a time-honored brand in Linchuan Mansion. Merchants who come and go on Wujiang usually stay here. The place is clean and tidy, and the price is fair.

In recent days, the inn's Tianzi Issue Courtyard was booked by a very generous customer for a whole month. Ping'an Inn has three types of single-living courtyards, including Tianzi Issue Courtyard, which is the most expensive, with fifteen taels of silver a day and a night. Even if you often travel to Linchuan Prefecture, the wealthy grain merchant Lin family in the capital would not be extravagant to book the private courtyard for the whole month.

Although everyone was curious about where the rich merchants came from, they had no way to inquire. The guests in the private courtyard were easy to find out and rarely showed up in front of others. They only vaguely saw an old servant in blue shirt, who was so energetic.

"Young Master!" The old voice sighed three times, containing countless complex emotions.

The sun in early winter made people drowsy. Wuya squinted his eyes and swayed on the bamboo chair. He was more leisurely and comfortable than those white-bearded old men. However, the trace of dirt gray between his eyebrows made him look a little dull.

Old Man Gui was beside him, with a hint of anxiety on his face.

After being defeated by Tang Cheng, their master and servant could not even fly with magic weapons. They could only walk hundreds of miles on their legs to come to Linchuan Mansion.

It is natural that Mr. Gui and Wuya will not be short of money, so it is easy to get a single courtyard with Tianzi. This whole month of recovery was a whole month. Mr. Gui was easy to say, but Chen Ke left in just half a month, but Wuya was different. He was hit by Tang Cheng with a palm, and he lost half his life on the spot. Later, he forced to rush on the road, which aggravated the disease a lot.

As the son of the Demon King, there is naturally no lack of spiritual medicine on his body. It is just that internal injuries are easy to treat, heart diseases are difficult to treat, Wuya feels depressed and unhappy, and the symptoms are lingering and difficult to return to the old view.

Old Man Gui naturally knew what the reason was, but this kind of thing needed to be seen through by himself. No matter how reasonable it is, it would be difficult to get into his heart.

Speaking of spiritual pills, we have to make a distinction between elixirs. There are many types of spiritual pills in this world, but they can be roughly divided into two categories. One is used to practice and increase cultivation. This kind of elixir must be cautious when eating, otherwise, elixirs will invade the Yuan Liquid and even the Yuan Pill, and eventually invade the Yuan Spirit, causing the monk to live forever; the other is the elixir used to treat external injuries, internal injuries, and even the soul-injury. This type of elixir is only used for treatment and has no effect on the Yuan power. Therefore, it is widely circulated, and most monks will bring some for emergency needs.

Old Man Gui felt very heartbroken when he looked at the decadent Wuya. Although Old Man Gui was just a slave, Wuya, he watched him grow up and the little progress he made since Wuya practiced was enough to make Old Man Gui excited and proud. In his heart, he treated Wuya as a parent-child and loved him extremely.

He has seen it in his eyes and felt pain in his heart for a while. At this moment, he finally couldn't help it anymore. As the saying goes, a person becomes a spirit, and the old man Gui has lived for tens of thousands of years, and he is also a weirdo. He knows the truth that it is better to provoke the general than to ask for the general.

"Young Master! The little princess of the Dragon Palace is indeed a stunning beauty in the world. I am afraid that no one in the fairy world can match it. However, she is in the arms of Tang City at this moment. Young Master, you are dazed here. Will the little princess come to meet you by herself?" Old Man Gui's words woke Wuya up like thunder.

Wuya suddenly straightened her upper body, and her essence, energy, and the three treasures of the spirit were complete. In a blink of an eye, Wuya softened like noodles, and lay on the bamboo chair again, drooping her head and said, "Old Gui, I have been thinking about it for a long time. I can't crack that bastard's tactics so far, let alone he has many backs, just like the mysterious handprint against you!"

Old Man Gui was so emotional when he saw Wuya and was very disappointed, but he also understood that this was because Wuya had never suffered setbacks since childhood. Wuya showed excellent talent for cultivation since childhood. In addition, as the son of Wuya, several people dared to have hair on the side of the world, and it can be said that in Wuya's hundred years of life, he always laughed every day and cried every day.

However, when he first took the big responsibilities and made an expedition to Zhongtu, it was also called smooth, but since he met Longzhuer, Wuya had everything going well. He was first beaten by Mingyue in the South China Sea.

Mingyue's swordsmanship is extremely high, but Wuya still has room to catch up, but Tangcheng's methods are emerging one after another. He only used a few talismans to make Wuya feel embarrassed.

In Wuya's heart, the invincible old man Gui was beaten by Tang Cheng and planted it into the earth like a green onion. All these things are called Wuya's mourning. What's more, as a disciple of Jianzhai, Tang Cheng has not yet revealed his sword skills. Wuya believes that such hidden sword skills must be earth-shaking.

Old Man Gui snorted coldly and said, "Young Master, how can you be worthy of your father's reputation for the rest of your life? How can you rule Beijuluzhou and Guangmiao Middle Earth in the future?"

Wuya's eyes were dull and he had no reaction to this.

"Young Master, the Netherworld Rakshasa Sutra is the best magic trick in the world. Your father conquered the Thirteen Demon Saints with this technique and was famous. He was even worse than a Huangkouruzi in your hands. Ask yourself, who is the reason?"

Wuya felt very ashamed when he thought of his father's excellence.

Old Man Gui continued, "That bastard is nothing more than a pair of wings. Among the demon saints that your father conquered, there is a man who is known as the Saint King of Wings. He is swept through the sky and has been swept thousands of miles away, but he is still defeated by the lord neatly and subdued by his subordinates."

Wuya's eyes suddenly lit up and he hurriedly said, "What method did he use, Father!"

"The Netherworld Rakshasa Sutra is all-encompassing, and there are naturally suitable methods to deal with such opponents. Young Master, think about it carefully. When the lord takes action, clouds and fog fall from the sky and black smoke rolls. The entire Beijuluzhou is covered by black fog. No matter how the Saint King of Wonderful Wings flashes and moves, or how he flies thousands of miles, he will never escape the control of your father!"

Wuya thought hard, and after a while, he suddenly said excitedly: "That is the Yuan-Devouring Demon Mist, but what's the use?" Looking at Wuya who was thinking hard, Old Man Gui felt a little relieved.

In fact, Wu Tian fought against the Saint King of Miao-Wings in an extremely difficult battle, and in the end he was just a little better than the front line. If it weren't for the gambling before the war, Wu Tian would never have been able to conquer the Saint King of Miao-Wings. Tang Cheng's wings were indeed annoying. They were Lei Peng's wings. Lei Peng, a billion times more terrifying existence than the Saint King of Miao-Wings. Although Tang Cheng is still very immature at the moment and is not worthy of being Wu Tian's opponent, what about ten years later and a hundred years later?

As long as it can inspire Wuya's fighting spirit, it is enough. The Netherworld Rakshasa Sutra is a first-class magical skill among the demon clan. It is definitely not something that has many disadvantages like the Heavenly Soldiers and God Slaying Strategy. It contains thousands of magical techniques and is full of methods such as refining weapons, alchemy, talismans, etc. It is a grand view, and it can be said that once you have a sutra, you have no desires or demands.

Tang Cheng's speed is naturally fast, but speed alone is not enough to dominate the world. Old Man Gui sneered. He naturally gave Tang Cheng a fierce surprise next time he met. That hand seal method is indeed annoying, but it is not irresistible.

Old Man Gui can’t wait!
Chapter completed!