Mo Buchou sneered and said, "Junior brother Chen hasn't started practicing magic yet, right?"
Without waiting for Chen Yang to reply, he added maliciously: "Otherwise, it would be good to try some talismans to open my eyes."
Mo Buchou's shoulders, which had been tense, relaxed.
In fact, there are many casual cultivators at Chen Yang's age who have no realm and have never practiced magic. They are the mainstream.
Casual cultivators can't even get the supplies to supply the basic magic. They are running around for one or two spiritual stones every day, and their lives are precarious. Where can they find the time to painstakingly study magic?
For older people like Mo Bu Chou, since their cultivation level cannot be improved anyway, they are just idle. It is quite common for them to practice one or two spells.
As for the talisman theory at the end, it's just disgusting.
How precious are talismans to casual cultivators?
When they enter the realm of the underworld, what kind of talismans can they use? They just activate the talismans and then throw them out.
Don't worry, this is a bad intention. Either Chen Yang is young and thin-skinned, and it's really painful to waste a talisman for a month or two, or else he just bows his head and admits defeat.
Unexpectedly, Chen Yang smiled brightly, shook his head and said, "Senior Brother has misunderstood me. Is Chen trying to show off a certain spell, so that I won't be laughed at by Senior Brother?"
Everyone's face darkened, as if he didn't believe it, but couldn't refute it.
"What other spell?"
He really didn't believe it.
Chen Yang had already exposed his hand at this time.
He pointed to the northeast and said: "On the way here, Manager Yu introduced that it was a residence for worship, and the one with red diamonds and green tiles was Senior Brother Mo's residence."
"From Chen's perspective, senior brother's dry smoke seems to have burned out. How about Chen help senior brother get it?"
Chen Yang was asking "how", but his hand movements were not slow at all. He pointed towards the northeast with his bare hands, Mo Wu worried about the courtyard, and grabbed it from a distance.
"Whoosh!"
Mr. Yu shivered and felt something brush against his side.
Looking again, a stack of broad tobacco leaves appeared out of thin air in the palm of Chen Yang's open palm facing Mo Buchou.
The tobacco leaves are like cattail fans and are brown in color. They are high-quality tobacco leaves. After aging, they are usually placed in cellars with relatively stable temperature and humidity.
Mo Buchou's face was as dark as water, and Mr. Yu looked confused, as if he didn't understand what happened at all?
Even if he understands, he still has to pretend not to understand.
Mo Buchou was extremely afraid, and five words came out from between his teeth:
"Five Ghost Transport Technique!"
His real fear is ten times higher than what he shows.
The Five Ghost Transporting Technique is not uncommon, but it is rare to be able to perform it in such a non-smoky way.
It is even more unheard of to break through the simple formation he arranged in his residence in one fell swoop and obtain the tobacco leaves he stored in his cellar.
Chen Yang seemed to be unaware of his scruples, and with a gentle push, the tobacco leaves flew to the coffee table in front of Mo Buchou, and slowly fell.
"Pa bang bang~~"
The sound made by the stacked tobacco leaves was like slaps hitting Mo Buchou's old face.
Mr. Yu lowered his head so much that he almost hid it in his pants, not daring to look at Mo Buchou's face at this moment.
With a stinking look on his face, Mo Buchou put the jade cigarette rod in his mouth, smashed it for a long time, and slowly blew out smoke rings:
"Okay, Junior Brother Chen, let's do that."
"Lao Yu will arrange it for you."
"Whether it's a maid or any other request, just ask."
Mo Buchou said calmly: "We monks have come here to make offerings, so we should keep to ourselves. Don't meddle in other people's business, and don't cause any idleness."
After saying that, he turned around and left, completely ignoring the tobacco leaves thrown on the table and the maid behind him.