Longwan, the Ba family? Shen Guanyu searched twice for introductions to the spiritual world in his spiritual memory, but he had never heard of any major immortal cultivating family named Ba.
Or maybe it was the little-known Immortal Cultivating Family? She retracted her thoughts, turned around and followed the two of them invisibly.
At this time, she discovered that the fourth driver and his third uncle were both monks with ruptured Dantian.
Judging from the way the opponent's breath is steady and his temples are bulging, he must have changed his martial arts practice and reached the peak level of the day after tomorrow.
Then I opened my spiritual eyes and took a closer look at their bone age and Dantian to confirm that they were Qi refining monks.
The fourth child did not notice Shen Guanyu's consciousness sweeping over his body at all. For a monk whose Dantian was completely broken and unable to gather spiritual power, as his cultivation level faded, the sea of consciousness opened up after the third level of Qi refining also disappeared. It will be locked, and it will no longer be able to have spiritual consciousness.
He was still talking to the people on the other side of the carriage: "Third uncle, with this monk as a gift, the Ba family will let the seventh brother go, and he will no longer have to sacrifice to the Dragon God."
The third uncle's eyes were full of sorrow: "Where does this monk come from? Is he from the Ba family?"
At this time, the sky was already bright, and the fourth child blew out the angry wind lamp and said: "Then we saved the Ba family, they should show some kindness, right?"
But the third uncle sighed and said, "Have you ever seen someone from the Ba family show kindness to someone?"
Shen Guanyu saw the fourth son turn around, and quickly covered his third uncle's mouth. After looking around, he said, "Third uncle, don't say anything."
The third uncle pulled him away and said, "Now is the preparation period for worshiping the Dragon God. No monks will come to this remote place where there are no children."
The fourth child sat back down and said somewhat sarcastically: "Uncle Third, aren't we afraid?
Otherwise, I won’t listen to you, and after reaching the fourth level of Qi Refining, I will destroy my Dantian.”
"Alas, your seventh brother didn't listen to me. He was very ambitious, so he listened to his master, Elder Deng, and kept practicing hard to advance.
It's fine now. It happened that when he was sixteen years old and at the fifth level of Qi refining, his master fell into the hands of his opponent again.
When people submitted the list, they directly handed his name over." The third uncle felt heartbroken just thinking about it:
"If we really can't get it back and sacrifice it to the dragon, we'll find a way to send a girl in so that I can have a heir."
The fourth child suddenly stopped talking. Apart from the sound of wheels and the sound of horse hooves on the road, only the third uncle's continuous sighs could be heard.
Shen Guanyu followed them for a while, but when he saw that the two men had indeed gone to the fisherman's house to rescue him, he stopped following them.
This time she stopped running, and instead used a low-altitude stealth sword. After finding a city, she ducked into the peach core space.
This space is a little smaller than Shen Congyun's, and it is empty except for the storage bag she brought in.
Alas, I don’t know where Patriarch Congyun is now, and what happened to Master Zhu Dan and the others. I hope everyone is safe.
Shen Guanyu dug around in his invisible storage ring and moved in the bed, treasure rack, and several boxes of clothes that his master had prepared a long time ago.
After tidying it up, it is no worse than my own Qiankun House.
Once again, he used the Thousand-Faced Immortal to disguise himself as a middle-aged woman.
After looking in the mirror, I dug out the treasure bag I had used as a child and found a set of coarse cloth clothes without any fancy clothes. I followed the example of village women and wrapped a piece of floral cloth around my head.
After packing it up, he left the Nabao Chain, which was not invisible, and the sound transmission pendant inside the peach core.
When he stepped out, he carried a backpack he had used when shopping with A Tian before, and walked all the way to the city gate.
The word "Yuncheng County" is written on the city head, and there are soldiers guarding the city collecting city fees.
Shen Guanyu also imitated the people in line in front of him, holding a penny in his hand and preparing to enter the city.
But just when it was her turn to enter the city gate, there were officers and soldiers chasing people with knives. Passersby who failed to get out of the way were knocked to the ground.
A black shadow rushed into the city gate very quickly.
The leader among the officers and soldiers shouted: "Close the city gate, close the city gate."
Unfortunately, the city gate was heavy and heavy, and the black shadow ran so fast that it was impossible to stop it.
The panicked people scattered in all directions, some fell down and some cried loudly.
Shen Guanyu followed some people who were about to enter the city and rolled into a ditch beside the official road to hide, but his consciousness followed the black shadow.
She was a female cultivator in black who was in the middle stage of Qi refining. It seemed that she had been poisoned by some kind of poison such as Zilingling Powder. She could only jump a few feet before falling down again.
And there was a little person in her arms, clutching her front tightly.
Shen Guanyu was about to withdraw his consciousness when he suddenly saw a monk flying down on a flying gourd on the city wall, chasing the female cultivator.
The female cultivator threw a hurricane talisman and the flying gourd fell violently.
Amidst the strong wind and flying dust, Shen Guanyu could see clearly that the injured body of the monk on the gourd was instantly disfigured.
The officers and soldiers who were chasing behind were all blown away by the wind and fell onto the city wall.
Just as the female cultivator in black took away the spiritual weapon gourd from the ground, several more rays of light came from the southeast outside the city.
Shen Guanyu withdrew his consciousness and did not intend to look again, but unexpectedly, the female cultivator jumped towards him through the hurricane dust that had not dispersed.
She tried hard to suppress her desire to defend herself, but unexpectedly the female cultivator untied the belt from her arms and instantly hid the little child in her backpack.
With the words "Take care of her, I will come to you.", the person got on the spiritual weapon gourd and flew westward.
"???" Shen Guanyu wanted to catch up and return the child to her, but she gave up her thoughts when she saw several monks using leaf-shaped flying spiritual weapons, hitting her head and chasing people.
Fortunately, I was far away from other people just now, and was covered by the blinding wind and dust.
She moved the backpack forward, opened the lid and looked at the one or two-year-old girl inside.
The little person showed a toothless smile to himself, "Po."
Shen Guanyu snapped the lid shut: Am I that young?
She helplessly looked at the city gate, where officers and soldiers were busy collecting corpses and treating the wounded.
The people who couldn't enter the city also felt good and fled here on weak legs.
Only a few overturned carriages were still parked on the roadside.
Shen Guanyu had no choice but to leave with her basket on her back. She caught up with the four or five people in front of her who were also carrying baskets and carrying burdens. She imitated the accent of the fishermen and their couples and said to the older man: "Sir, can you borrow a place to stay for a night?" ?”
"Daughter, we don't have a place to live far away from home, so we are planning to go to a ruined temple five miles away.
If you can keep up, just keep up. What's all this?" the old man said while hesitating.
The young man who helped him said: "It's time to sacrifice to the Dragon God again. The immortal masters in the city are looking for the soul boy everywhere."
Someone quickly patted him: "Shh, don't say that."
The group of people quickened their pace and rushed towards the ruined temple, with Shen Guanyu following behind, pretending to be struggling.
However, his spiritual consciousness moved around the little baby's body. His bone age was less than three years old, so it was not suitable to check whether he had spiritual roots.
Moreover, the clothes on the child are all ordinary cotton and do not have anything from monks.
The little baby was nestled in the basket, wringing its fingers and looking at the lid. It was such a cute little boy that it didn't make any sound.
When they arrived at the ruined temple that was exposed everywhere, Shen Guanyu put down his backpack and was seen by someone. The person exclaimed: "How dare you bring your child into the city?"