On the second day, just after the morning class, the second parade came back.
The Tomb of Yin is not too big, and it will not take more than a few days to traverse it on horseback. The only thing that hinders the parade's quick return is the urgent matter at hand.
This monk is called Li Jingxi, he is tall and in the Bigu state.
His arrival gave the two Peiyuan Xiaoxiu a backbone. As for senior brothers, of course they have to look at the horse's head in everything. But Hou Zi didn't see what this senior brother was doing. At least Yao He knew how to help those senior brothers in the government. Get some medicinal materials, this senior brother is so good, he drank it directly with Yao He when he came back, in his words,
Those people? It would be best if they died!
This is the attitude of the patrollers. They simply look down on these fellow disciples who can't hide in Fangjiabao. In addition, they are outspoken and have no good manners, so it is normal to have such an attitude. This is also the reason why they were sent here. reason.
Another day later, in the evening, the seven patrols except Hou Zi arrived, and the last person who came back was the patrol envoy Xiang Zhiwen. From his leisurely attitude, we can understand the indifferent performance of the following patrols.
It's very tearing. This is not a good thing for a sect. But maybe this situation is most obvious in Yinling? After all, it is a fact that there are many thorns here.
Xiang Zhiwen went to see Guo Zhenya, and Yao He introduced Hou Zi to everyone. The scene was a bit cold and not as enthusiastic as expected. Hou Zi knew very well that for such a so-called team to gain the respect of others, There is only strength, and there is no other way.
When these people gathered together, they talked more about the abnormal events in Yinling, where the monsters were moving, where the ghosts were particularly concentrated, which small village suffered another disaster, and which people would go to a certain place to do it again next time. Tickets, etc.
Hou Zi sat quietly aside, listening to the unscrupulousness of these fighting maniacs, but felt extremely cordial. He liked such a pure atmosphere. He did not scheming for profit and power, but only pursued continuous growth in the battle. This was their stage. What a monk should do.
An hour later, Xiang Zhiwen returned to the group, and when he opened his mouth, he spoke in the standard way of a wanderer.
"The good news is that these losers finally learned a lesson; the bad news is that none of these people can die?"
Everyone laughed and asked the patrol envoy who was an old man here. He had been working in Yinling for six years and was still unwilling to leave from Peiyuanqian to Lianqiao. In his words, this place was the most comfortable and he could kill him if he wanted. You have to kill!
He has a bad temper and is not popular. No one in Jincheng likes him, and no one in other surrounding towns wants to work with him, so he became a householder here.
He turned his attention to Hou Zi and said, "I know you! You have lifted the fig leaf of some people in Jincheng Tianxiang Tower, so you deserve to come here. You asked for it! Just go on a patrol. A person who dares to kill Mu Shuai's retainers, If you stay in Fangjiabao, you will become useless!"
Hou Zi felt that he still needed to explain, "Well, I didn't know that he was a retainer of the Mu Shuai when I killed him."
Xiang Zhiwen looked at him funny, "What if you know?"
Hou Zi thought for a while, "Maybe the killing will be more beautiful and less bloody?"
Xiang Zhiwen laughed and took out a Blue Bird Letter, "This is a means of passing news within our patrol group. It can't be spread far, right in Yin Ling, between the eight of us.
Save your money, I don't have enough resources to support you! If you can carry it, carry it yourself, if you can't, then grit your teeth..."
This was a joke, and his voice returned to a low tone, "...don't be like the last unlucky guy, who insisted on carrying it on his own, and ended up losing his life. What's the use of leaving a blue bird letter?"
With the plain story and heavy consequences, you can roughly guess the daily living environment of these Yin Ling patrols, which makes people sigh with a sense of heroism.
From these people, Hou Zi finally vaguely saw the temperament of the Demon Sect, which was cruel to others and even more cruel to himself.
He raised his hands slightly to stop his subordinates from talking and joking, "Still the old rules, I have no secrets here, what you know is what I know!"
Pointing to the room upstairs, "Guo Zhenya told me that they were deceived, but they are not sure who did it? And they don't understand what the other party's purpose is?"
Li Jingxi was disdainful, "Of course he would say that. Wouldn't it be too shameful to say it too much? And the bigger the better, the better. He could only exaggerate to the extent that the Taoist sect invades and the demon clan counterattacks humans, so no one will pay attention to his incompetence anymore."
Everyone laughed, but Xiang Zhi asked soberly, "Guo Zhenya is more... well, more cautious. Although he is timid, he still has some ability, so although his guess may be suspected of being a favor for himself, it cannot be completely
Put it behind you."
Xiang Zhiwen began to introduce the situation to everyone, "It happened four days ago. In a safe house farthest away from Fangjiabao, a salt caravan was attacked by monsters when it was approaching Wubao. This time was the autumn grain season.
During the busy period of external transportation, most of the Fang Clan practitioners participated in transporting grain, so the force on duty in the fort was relatively weak, so the Fang Clan asked the town government for support.
It is their habit for the seven people from the town government to go out together. Is it safer to hold them together?
They arrived in time and drove them away smoothly. Although there were many monsters, their strength was limited, but the problem was that there were several horned beasts among the monsters..."
The horned beast, also known as Si, has horns on its head. It grows slowly, but it is extremely precious. It is the main medicine of several high-grade elixirs. How many elixirs can be made from one horn? So in terms of value, it can be worth at least ten.
The temptation of high-grade spiritual stones, that is, thousands of low-grade spiritual stones, is almost irresistible to minor cultivators like them.
"So Lord Zhenya, who almost never beats down a dog, decided to take the initiative and pursue the bandits bravely, for the glory of Quanzhen, the dignity of the monks... well, and a little bit for his own pocket.
Halfway through the chase, a beeswax appeared..."
Beeswax, it’s hard to tell whether this thing is a demon, a soul, a zombie or a puppet? It could be any kind of creature, chosen by the white-legged and slender-waisted bees to become a living hive, transforming the entire body into a hive to store honey without dying!
Here we have to mention one of the most vicious bee species in the Splendid Continent - the white-legged slender-waisted bee. They never build their own nests, but use living organisms to make their nests, and finally fill the living organisms with honey into beeswax.
When such beeswax absorbs the spiritual power and acquires the power of a monster, the power of the red-footed slender-waisted bee will be further enhanced. They complement each other and depend on each other.
The beeswax became more powerful because of the beeswax, and the beeswax also produced corpse poison because they lived in the body of the beeswax, and also had attack power against the monk's Dharma body.
It was a moving beehive. Caught off guard, it was difficult for the minor cultivators to resist the swarms of slender-waisted wasps. This was the reason why the Zhenya cultivators were stung to pieces.
