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Chapter 20 The Wind of Recovery

 "Fang Tian?"

Listen to the faint whisper of the dark spurge looming in the pit.

A strange light flashed in Jiang Li's eyes.

Immediately afterwards, with a "click" sound of pressure relief, he took off his diamond-shaped visor.

Revealing a head of short, ear-length hair, Jiang Li suppressed the almost uncontrollable throbbing of greed in her heart, stared at the man who called himself 'Fang Tian' and said:

"Fang Tian, ​​is this your name?"

"Where are you from? Alien? Or...are you from the fault era?"

"..."

Facing Jiang Li's question, Fang Tian only responded with two short sentences.

"You...have too many questions."

"I, can't answer."

Then, it turned into the repeater again.

The only thing that echoed repeatedly in Jiang Li's heart was the soft murmur full of bewitching meaning.

"Come on... pick me up..."

"..."

……

……

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away.

Standing on the edge of the huge martial arts arena in Zhizhou Temple.

Lu Yi looked up at the northern sky, with a strange light in his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

In his feeling, the mountain wind blowing from the north started to bring out an indescribable and unknown atmosphere.

It's not like a smell, but there is something indescribable in the air.

Just being blown by the wind made Lu Yi feel refreshed and relaxed.

"Is it my imagination?"

There was some suspicion in his eyes.

Before Lu Yi could continue thinking, Ye Yun's shouts could be heard in the distance.

"Lu Yi, what are you doing standing there?"

"Little Agarwood is making a fire to cook, come and help!"

"..."

Distracted from his thoughts by Ye Yun in the distance, Lu Yi simply didn't bother to continue thinking.

I walked towards the ‘kitchen’ of Zhizhouguan in one step.

Purely in terms of scale and area, Zhizhouguan is huge.

Not to mention anything else, the kitchen just for cooking for the disciples is hundreds of square meters.

Although many of the stoves made of masonry and earth have collapsed, it is not difficult to tell from those traces the grand scene of this place back then.

When Lu Yi entered the kitchen, it was filled with a strong smell of smoke and fire.

Next to the small stove that was incompatible with the nearby scenery, Ye Yun's face was stained with some black ash, and she was covering her lips and coughing dryly.

On the other hand, the petite little Taoist boy Li Chenxiang is adding firewood and chopping vegetables with deft hands and feet.

"Lu Yi, I'm so sorry today!"

Wearing a cane, Li Zhen's chubby face showed a hint of helplessness.

"You saved my life today, and as a guest... I shouldn't have let you cook."

"..."

"Little things."

Look at the bandages randomly wrapped around Li Zhen's legs.

Lu Yi looked a little weird in his eyes and said:

"Daozhang Li, your injury...do you want to go to the hospital?"

"..."

"Go to the hospital?"

With a bitter expression on his fat face, Li Zhen just wanted to speak.

Just listen to the little Taoist boy Li Chenxiang who was squatting in front of the stove say venomously:

"Brother, your leg is broken! Not your hand!"

"Can you come over and fan yourself? Today's firewood is a bit wet, and it doesn't seem to light well!"

"..."

Facing Li Chenxiang's young and old, Li Zhen didn't show anything strange on his face.

Instead, he laughed and cursed:

"You bastard, you don't even know how to save face for your senior brother when there are guests?"

After saying that, he winked at Lu Yi and said:

"Lu Luyi, you are no outsider either!"

"I'll open your eyes!"

As he said that, he patted his Taoist robe a few times in a decent manner and walked to the stove on a crutch.

There was a hint of solemnity on the fat face.

"What is this for?"

Look at Li Zhen looking attentive and calm.

Lu Yi blinked and was about to speak.

But I saw his thick radish-like fingers turning quickly like a butterfly.

If Lu Yi hadn't been strengthened now, he wouldn't even be able to see clearly.

At this time, Li Chenxiang, who was squatting on the ground and fanning himself with a broken cattail leaf fan, rolled his eyes.

"Senior brother, can you put away this magical suit?"

"If your wind summoning method can really summon..."

The words faded.

Lu Yi watched helplessly as a breeze blew out from between Li Zhen's hands.

Although it wasn't very strong, the wind was so real that it pushed all the firewood in the stove to a fiery red.

"Ah!"

He let out a fierce scream.

While Li Chenxiang was slapping away the sparks on his body, he stammered and looked at the astonished Li Zhen and said:

"Brother, you, have you really mastered it?"

"..."

"I'm done?"

Staring, Li Zhen looked at his hands, full of disbelief.

After being stunned for a long time, he showed an expression that looked like he was crying but not crying.

"Master Patriarch, open your eyes, Master Patriarch, open your eyes!"

"The thing that no one has mastered for hundreds of years has actually been reproduced in my hands?"

"..."

At this time, Ye Yuncai, who was not far away, opened her eyes wide and said in disbelief:

"Daozhang Li! What was that just now? A spell?"

"..."

"Spell?"

Staring at his hands, Li Zhen's eyes showed something strange.

"This isn't really a magic trick. According to the records in the temple... it's just a small trick at most."

"The last senior in Guanli who practiced this trick was more than three hundred years ago!"

"I, I really can't think of it!"

Listen to the shock in Li Zhen's tone.

Lu Yi squinted his eyes and felt a thump in his heart.

Before today, he never thought that there was such a thing as magic in this world.

But the gust of wind that was blown out of Li Zhen's hand just now could not be hidden from his eyes.

It was simply created out of nothing, and was violently activated from the seal in Li Zhen's hand.

"Cultivation, is it possible that the sword immortals in the county records are real?"

He stared at Li Zhen's chubby hand for a few times but said nothing.

Ye Yun on one side showed a hint of excitement and said coquettishly:

"Daozhang Li, this spell of yours...can I learn it?"

"..."

"Officer Ye, do you also want to learn?"

There was a trace of laughter and laughter in the eyes.

Li Zhen dug out the cloth bag hanging behind his butt and took out a publication with a rather poor printing quality.

Just looking at the cover, it looks a bit antique.

But the plastic-textured cover looks like student notebooks sold at the school entrance.

"This is??"

Ye Yun and Lu Yi took a look at it together.

I saw several vigorous and powerful characters written on it.

[Zhoutian Xingdou Sutra]

"This, this??"

With a trace of surprise and uncertainty on his face, Ye Yun just cast his eyes towards Li Zhen.

Just listen to the little Taoist boy Li Chenxiang's venomous tongue.

"This is the secret that we don't tell the world!"

"Only true disciples are qualified to practice!"

"..."

"Ah! Only true disciples can practice??"

Look at the inconspicuous line "Suggested retail price 50 yuan" at the bottom of the cover.

Lu Yi and Ye Yun beside him fell silent.


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