Deputy City Lord Jiang returned the token and said: "Three years ago I received an order to go to the Han River, and today I came here to return the order and take responsibility."
As he said that, Deputy City Lord Jiang looked at the token on the table. Although he didn't interfere too much in this matter, it was still satisfactory and he understood something that was on his mind.
The old man at the desk casually took the token in his hand and threw it into the long tube in front of him. He frowned and said, "It's enough to let a demon cultivator survive the tribulation in the city. Why let him go?"
"I'm not sure."
"Not sure?"
"There is no guarantee of keeping him." Venerable Guanghe said in a deep voice.
If it were another person, let alone a demon cultivator, even a disciple of the sect would have to give Tianji City an explanation.
However, that person's cultivation background is not ordinary, and he has become a mid-term venerable after stepping out of the Thunder Tribulation. Since such a person is not sure to stay, it is better to let him go, so as not to ruin the life of Tianji City.
This actually made the old man's eyes show surprise and surprise, and he immediately said: "Is it the Taoist disciple of the Demon Sect?"
"no."
"do not know."
"Have you checked?"
"checked."
"How about it?"
"It's like it suddenly popped out of the ground. There was no news at all."
Venerable Guanghe shook his head and sighed.
He just searched through all kinds of puppet instruments in Tianji Mansion, but could not find this person. It is strange to say that the appearance of a peak great true king could not cause fluctuations.
"The passing of people leaves traces, and the passing of geese leaves their voices."
"There is no way there are no traces."
The old man paused slightly with the brush in his hand: "If there is no problem with the top-down inspection, then the problem is simple."
"He used to hide his cultivation and rarely took action. Even if he did, it would not be enough to attract attention."
"Whose boundary is the Han River Painted Boat?"
"On the surface it is the private property of the Hehuan Sect, but in fact it is one of the branches of the organization."
Venerable Guanghe continued: "You always said there is no need to remove it."
The old man thought for a moment, took out a piece of spiritual paper, and wrote down an unfamiliar name.
Then he said: "Check who the monk Huafang has offended, focus on the monks with low cultivation, and then check the files to see if any of our people are involved."
"Will this work?"
"The monks in the organization like to kill people with borrowed swords and entangle them with tricks. They don't dare to face the enemy when they meet the strong, and they don't want to be stained by the dust when they meet the weak."
"Just check it out."
Venerable Guanghe nodded indifferently.
This matter is indeed worthy of attention, but he obviously will not handle it personally and will just leave it to his subordinates to investigate.
It's not a big deal anyway.
Originally, he planned to use the offering token to determine the location of the Demon Lord.
That man was quite cautious.
The token he enshrined while using the Escape Light seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving no useful clues for him at all, and the person's origins could not be traced.
The Prime Minister's method seems unreliable at first sight.
If you ask him, he should check the status of the Taoist disciples of the major demon sects. If that doesn't work, he should continue to delve deeper into the opponent's aura.
Which great monk would pretend to be a Qi practitioner, and then take action because someone else offended him? If it doesn't harm the big thing he planned, wouldn't he also be putting himself in danger when he takes action?
In the thunder tribulation, it means that the demon cultivator has good skills, otherwise it may be difficult to survive.
…
"There's news."
"how?"
"The news from Tianji City is that the strange peak Great True Lord has overcome the tribulation and become a master."
Across the formation, the monk looked at the young master in the formation.
The man inside was even more confused: "Yes, that's it. Why does grandpa have to say that I was tricked by others?"
The monk in the formation is naturally Pei Si.
He couldn't help but think of the scene that day.
…
The moment he stepped into the family, his grandfather appeared in front of him instantly.
The powerful spiritual pressure is like the roaring mountains and seas.
He was like a small boat sailing through a storm, unable to withstand it at all. He could only hold on to the edge of the boat to avoid being swept away by the storm.
Pei Si looked up and met his grandfather's lowered gaze, which was filled with ferocity.
The huge spiritual consciousness sealed the small world completely.
"where have you been?"
The old man wearing a dark gold star robe asked in a deep voice.
Pei Si was almost frightened and fell to the ground. He suppressed the surging emotions and thought about his grandfather's question. Until he felt that there was no problem at all, he answered: "I... came back from Tianji City and went to Han River to draw a boat.
Go to the banquet, and the rest will be..."
"wrong!"
"Someone has tampered with you." The old man in the dark gold star robe immediately put a big hand on his head.
At this moment, the visualization method in his sea of consciousness started to circulate, and the Yin Shen and Nascent Soul seemed to be completely consistent with it, resisting the invasion of external spiritual consciousness.
The old man praised: "What a powerful technique."
This technique not only tampered with his grandson's body, but also did not allow others to touch it. Unless the method of extracting the soul and refining the soul was used, ordinary magic eyes, spiritual consciousness and other techniques would not be able to unlock this secret magical power.
If the cultivation level is much higher than that of the caster, it will naturally be solved easily.
However, the person who performed the technique had good cultivation and had been immersed in the Yin God for a long time. Even he could not act rashly.
Unless you invite your ancestors.
Our ancestors have been in seclusion for a long time, and whenever a junior encounters a problem, he must come out of seclusion.
So, Pei Si stayed in the formation like this.
This stay lasted three years.
"It's over!"
Pei Si said with a sad face.
Originally, he only had the problem of the Peak Great True Lord, but now that person has become a Venerable, this does not mean that the spell is more difficult to remove.
He wished he could give himself a false pretense and go to some banquet when he had nothing to do, which would lead to someone plotting against him.
"Ancestor..."
The old man in the dark gold star robe stopped the monk next to him from saluting, looked at Pei Si across the formation and said, "Haven't you remembered what you forgot?"
"I really can't remember."
"Otherwise, grandpa, please search my soul."
"idiot!"
"If you can't remember, just keep thinking. Searching for souls is not as simple as it sounds." The old man suddenly became furious.
Too much soul searching will cause permanent damage. It is not as simple as it sounds. He is not proficient in Yin Shen magic. If he does it improperly, he will turn Pei Si into an idiot.
Among the many descendants in the contemporary generation, Pei Si has good talents and talents, and he does not want to waste a grandson because of this.
"The spell he cast is not strong. If you are determined, there is no way you will fall for it."
The old man's tone softened.
Said: "It seems that the other party has not made a fatal move. There should be room for maneuver. You should take care of yourself. Don't wait for someone to help you remove the spell when we meet again in the future."
The old man waved his sleeves and left. Of course he had gone to Tianji City to investigate.
At that time, the thunder clouds were so thick that neither spiritual consciousness nor spiritual light could extend.
In addition to the isolation of the formation, he thought that the person would definitely die under the lightning disaster, so he gave up.
Unexpectedly, this person took advantage of him. Not only did he survive the calamity and become a great man, but he also escaped in full view of everyone.
…
At that time.
Tu Shanjun didn't know that because he had become a noble, three major forces had begun to track him down.
He is still nesting in the yard.
The orphanage made a fortune, and Sanniang also had a spiritual stone in her hands.
He annexed the left and right sides, built an alchemy room and a quiet room, and set up a spiritual gathering formation for practice.
On weekdays, he would either read Taoist scriptures or teach children exercises. He would often refine elixirs for practice. If not, he would give some advice on He Shuli's Taoism.
Just as Xu Sanniang said, He Shuli has too many thoughts, but when it comes to practice, he loses a bit of freedom and pride, and looks a bit petty.
This is probably the reason why He Shuli has been unable to enter the fake elixir realm.
Since you don't have the mentality of fake elixirs, it's better not to be stingy with Yinhun elixirs. Anyway, you can accumulate more and gain more.
Compared to He Shuli, Xu Sanniang's cultivation has progressed rapidly.
Tu Shanjun has never seen such a talented monk before. In just two years of hard work, he has already reached the peak state, not far from Yuanying. I am afraid that even Wu Rong cannot compare with Xu Sanniang's advancement.
Count with your fingers.
Xu Sanniang may also be called the recognized genius of the Eastern Wilderness.
Among them, the effects of Yinhundan and Tushanjun are particularly obvious.
The Yin Soul Pill can save you the hard work of accumulating mana, and as a venerable Tu Shanjun himself is a master of alchemy, there is no need to say much about his practice.
Miraculous elixirs are also readily available, and it is impossible for a monk to swallow the elixirs and cause himself to accumulate erysipelas.
"Soon, soon."
Tu Shanjun put down the scripture in his hand and looked at the setting sun like blood.
The Reverend Transformation of Gods was obviously not enough to satisfy him.
Slightly.
In the front yard, Xu Sanniang wiped the spirit sword in her hand in a basin with a wet cloth.
She used her spiritual sword to cut a gash in her palm.
Blood suddenly surged out like a fountain, dyeing the spiritual sword in front of him red.
She wiped the spirit sword in the blood. The light of the spirit sword and the aura of spiritual intelligence were also rising rapidly. It is estimated that no one would regard it as an ordinary magic weapon anymore. Such a simple and mysterious aura is probably not the ordinary ancient magic weapon.
Bao didn’t have it all.
I have this spiritual sword now.
Xu Sanniang wiped this spiritual sword carefully, not only because it was left to her by her father, but also because she was about to use this sword to cut through the disaster.
The peak golden elixir is only a hair's breadth away from the Nascent Soul, but for many people it is a lifetime experience.
She didn't want to be stuck here, so she had no choice but to cut through the thunder.
"Four more years."
Xu Sanniang murmured softly.
When she was a child, she also felt that she was happy. At least her father was still alive and her mother had not remarried. It was not until one day that her father died that she finally realized what it was like to live under someone else's roof.
The feeling was unpleasant and made people not want to remember it.
Close your eyes.
Feel the coming of divine wisdom.
Xu Sanniang quietly wiped the spiritual sword in her hand.
One year from now.
She rarely does other things. Shouhou takes care of the orphanage's affairs, and He Shuli handles the chores outside.
She only cleans her sword.
More than half a year ago, the sword intention in her body became more and more powerful, as strong as a beam of light and shining like stars.
Until three days ago.
The sword intent all over his body disappeared without a trace, and the countless sword threads were completely missing.
"On the second day of the second lunar month, everything is shaken and turned into thunder, so it is called the stinging insect, which means the stinging insects are frightened and run away."
Xu Sanniang said softly: "I have realized it."
"what?"
"True meaning."
"Feather the true meaning!"
Xu Sanniang chanted softly.
Gently flick the spiritual sword in his hand.
Buzz.
Thousands of sword threads wrapped her body into a huge cocoon.
thump.
thump!
The big cocoon beats like a heart.
Tu Shanjun, who looked like a red-haired imp, couldn't help but have round eyes.