Standing in the pavilion and looking at the broken wooden sword in his hand, Taoist Zhengyang was frightened and angry. He just used the secret technique, not to plunder Chen Sanlang's aura, but to see the situation on Chen Sanlang and figure out what happened, so that there was a problem with the relationship between him.

The wooden sword casts spells and uses thunder punishment to wait and see. This is a thundering method in the secret technique, and the target object cannot resist.

However, this time, Taoist Zhengyang not only failed, but also suffered a huge backlash. The wooden sword broke and vomited blood.

He closed his eyes and recalled the sudden change just now - at the beginning, everything was going well and went smoothly.

The spring thunder sounded, and it broke through the air, and saw its true nature. But just when you were about to see clearly and understandably, suddenly a volume of ancient books was spread out, the pages were turned, and the words on the pages shone brightly, melting the thunder...

How could such a skilled scholar have?

The Taoist priest's heart was ups and downs, countless thoughts were rolling and messy, and he couldn't find the answer. He took a long breath and suppressed thousands of negative emotions. This was the ability to nourish qi for decades, and it remained unchanged when encountering chaos.

No matter what, the situation has obviously changed. As for when and how it happened, there is no time to pay attention to it. The most important thing is how to kill it so that the fattening pig can escape from the pen.

"I want to escape from the palm of my real person's hand and dream!"

Taoist Master Zhengyang gritted his teeth and looked ferocious. He sat back on the futon and took a closer look:

Chen Sanlang's energy has become the foundation. Even if he uses the secret method, he is afraid that it will not be easy to plunder it. It will be transformed into resources and provided to the young master Yuan Geshu.

This is an obvious thing. Even if you are isolated from peeping, how can you plunder it?

When I recalled that ancient book, the Taoist priest felt a little frightened. The ancient book had no substance and naturally it would not be an external object. It could only be cultivated by Chen Sanlang himself.

"Is it the legendary Haoran righteous spirit that made the book of Sanli? But he was only in his prime, without experience and no precipitation, how could he be formed?"

Taoist Master Zhengyang really couldn't think of any reason.

" Raising a tiger is a disaster, raising a tiger is a disaster!"

Over the past year, I have spent a lot of effort and fat. Unexpectedly, when I grow up, the other party knows how to resist and cannot be slaughtered by a knife.

"Fortunately, this road is prepared for other reasons..."

Taoist Zhengyang's mouth showed a gloomy sneer. This accident caused many arrangements to be disrupted, which made him feel extremely unhappy.

"But a pig is a pig, no matter how much you resist, you can't become a tiger or wolf..."

"This way can support you, and naturally you can cut off your winged rations and break them one by one..."

Thinking of this, he strides away from the pavilion, turns out of the formation, and comes to the courtyard outside, and instructs the serving man Song Gang to get the pen and ink.

The Taoist priest wrote in a hurry. He wrote five letters in succession, sealing them: "Song Gang, send these letters out immediately, and it's urgent. You should understand."

Song Gang was shocked: "I know next."

Run out and get busy.

Taoist Master Zhengyang narrowed his eyes, and murderous intent emerged: "Let me let you get fatter for a few days..."

...

Chen Sanlang left the inn, and the feeling of lingering fear could not be removed. The feeling of fatigue after tenacious resistance was like a tide sweeping over, soaking his body and mind, and his legs felt soft.

In this situation, it is difficult to continue to inquire about Xu Jun's whereabouts. The urgent thing is now, I have to find an inn to stay in to take rest.

There were many inns nearby, so for a moment, Chen Sanlang walked into a small inn closer to him.

"Customer, stay in a hotel or eat?"

At this time, the business was deserted. The old lady was bored at the counter. Suddenly, she saw a customer entering the door and quickly got up to greet him.

Chen Sanlang glanced at her and threw out a silver ingot: "Live in a hotel and send another table of food to the room, so it's so meaty."

The boss lady was stunned, then smiled and said, "Okay, you go up first, wait, the food will be ready soon."

After saying that, he reached out to grab the silver, twisted his big butt, and told the waiter to prepare his diet.

It is easy to do things with money. Chen Sanlang only waited in the room for a quarter of an hour, and the waiter brought the steaming food.

He started eating, and the food was all right, so the wind blew the clouds and ate it first. After he cleaned up, he closed the door and sat on the bed to adjust his breath, recalling the scene when he encountered it-

The thunder sounded, shocking the soul and heading straight into the mind, which was a magic attack.

Maybe it is not appropriate to say "attack". Although the thunder came quickly and loudly, it always felt that there was some retaining elements. Otherwise, it would be impossible to melt the thunder so easily by flashing the "Haoran Silk Book". If a real attack, at least it would take a fight.

Since it is not an attack, it is likely to be a test.

Chen Sanlang was very bright and naturally understood the identity of the spell caster behind the scenes: since he was planted in Nanyang Mansion, he always felt like he was being peeped at, like a light on his back, which was very uncomfortable. But this feeling was not continuous, anyway, it would be so two or three times a month, sometimes clear and sometimes blurry.

Once you are peeped, the silk book will turn the pages to cover it up.

However, so many times of snooping have never been so strong and rough as this time, and it is completely unconcealed.

This should be because the other party noticed it, so he had to use thunder to verify it. After this time, there was no doubt that the Taoist priest must have discovered the truth. In other words, Chen Sanlang could not continue to hide his identity and gain benefits.

Next, there will be a storm-like attack...

He couldn't help but feel a little worried. He was in the capital, and even if the Yuan family's power expanded, it would be difficult for him to reach out now. The key point was that his roots were in Jingxian.

"Fortunately, I have prepared some time ago..."

Chen Sanlang thought that Xiaolongnu was in Jingxian with Cai and Xiong, and also had a Xiaoyao Fudao. This strength was of course not enough compared to the Yuan family, but the Yuan family could not directly slaughter and slaughter. No matter what, he was also a juren. If he passed the exam, he would be a Jinshi.

The family of Jinshi is so easy to destroy?

Even if the Yuan family makes clouds and rains in Yangzhou, they have to be a little worried.

Chen Sanlang's heart was a little relieved, and gradually calmed down. The silk book appeared, stood up in his mind, and began to do his homework and restore his spirit and physical strength.

I don’t know how long it took, but when I opened my eyes, I saw that it was dark outside the window, and it was almost night. He jumped out of bed and wanted to go downstairs to order food.

Dingdeng!

The stairs sounded, and someone came upstairs. The man was slim and clearly a young woman, but she was wearing a huge hat on her head, with the brim of the hat being pressed very low, and she couldn't see her face clearly.

Chen Sanlang's heart moved and he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"What are you looking at? Look at it again and it will make your eyes dig!"

A quick and delicate scolding.

When Chen Sanlang heard this, he was stunned.

The woman looked up and showed her half of her beautiful face. When she saw that it was him, she couldn't help but become obsessed with it. (To be continued...)
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