"Since this man is dead, it would be a waste to leave the things he left behind here. You and I should divide the things first." Ye Xuan and Cui Qingfeng returned to the mountain temple and sat on the ground to divide the treasures.
Cui Qingfeng declined: "If it weren't for the Taoist Priest, I would probably be killed like Zhao Qing. How can I have the nerve to divide what the Taoist Priest deserves?"
Zhao Qing was still lying on the ground with his eyes wide open and refused to close his eyes.
Ye Xuan moved his place, further away from Zhao Qing.
This was his second attack, and he was no longer as at a loss as the first time, so he dared to rummage through the corpses for treasures in his spare time.
"Now 80% of Zhou Datou has met with something unexpected, and you have no support. I also have no one to rely on in the Yinxian Sect, and I can't find any help.
And Zheng Yunlong’s lineage is very powerful at this time, and there are disciples of Wuxiang Sect to help. If we directly reveal what happened tonight without waiting for the county government to investigate, we and your family may be in trouble first!"
Ye Xuan ran a restaurant in his previous life and had contacts with all three religions and nine schools. He must be transparent and humane, and his words directly pointed out the pros and cons, "So before leaving here, you and I have to discuss how to cover up this matter.
You and I are now grasshoppers on the same line, we should help each other, and naturally your share cannot be missing from this."
He opened the cloth bag, and a dim white light suddenly flew out of it.
Fortunately, Ye Xuan was prepared. He picked up the bear bone stick lying nearby, knocked it down, stepped on it and let it struggle.
He put his hand into the bag again, and immediately discovered that there was a space as big as a Taoist woodshed in this palm-sized bag!
Is this a magic bag?
A servant of a disciple of the Wuxiang Sect, not only has a flying sword, but also a magic treasure bag and other things. His wealth is really rich, how can it be as shabby as the Yinxian Sect...
Ye Xuan speculated that the scale of the Wuxiang Sect should be much larger than that of the Yinxian Sect. Among the nine sects of the righteous path, it was impossible to be like the Yinxian Sect and could only be ranked as the ninth sect.
He took out more than twenty taels of silver, two classics, and a handful of silver gravel from the magic bag.
The first two weigh less than three kilograms in total, while the silver gravel weighs only ten kilograms in just a small handful.
The sword talisman that this man used to activate his sword light was already full of cracks and could no longer be used.
Ye Xuan gathered these things into a pile. He stuffed the flying sword into the magic bag again and put it on the ground, letting Cui Qingfeng choose: "There are six things in total, you pick two."
"How can this be done? I haven't helped much." Cui Qingfeng shook his head repeatedly and said firmly, "I can only choose one thing."
Seeing this, Ye Xuan followed him.
Cui Qingfeng's eyes lingered among the pile of things, and he selected a classic book called 'Ten Solutions to Sword Talisman' and said to Ye Xuan: "Just now I saw that the man's talisman can emit sword energy. He must have used the magic in this book.
The method. I choose this.
After I have understood and copied it, I will also send it back to the Taoist Master for joint review."
The man's talisman was damaged and could not be used, but Zhao Qing's life was killed with a sword flash, which was still fresh in Cui Qingfeng's memory, so it was normal for him to choose this.
In this way, Ye Xuan followed the trend and picked up another book and glanced at it. He saw that it said 'Yin Fire Demon Skeleton Great Refining Technique', and he frowned immediately.
Just by looking at the name of the Dharma School, I know that it is definitely not the right way.
So where are the disciples of the Wuxiang Sect, and how can their servants have such a skill?
He showed the classic to Cui Qingfeng and said, "It turns out to be a magic method for refining magic weapons. If Qingfeng is interested, please take it too."
Cui Qingfeng naturally shook his head and refused.
The two of them finished their assignments and discussed that tonight's events would be entirely due to the heavy rain, which caused Zhao Qing and "Zhou Tiehu" to get lost in the mountains. They delayed it first to give the two of them some time to escape.
Then they cleaned up the bloodstains in the mountain temple, moved Zhao Qing's body, found a mountain cliff and threw it down. When they turned around and were about to throw away the imposter's body, they discovered that the imposter was dead.
The body is missing!
"The man's body was still here just now, how come it disappeared all of a sudden?!" Cui Qingfeng said in a startled voice, with horror on his face!
The sky is still dark, the shadows of the trees are dancing, and even the roars of wild animals in the forest have disappeared.
In this kind of environment, a person's body suddenly disappears, which makes people's hair stand on end just by thinking about it!
Could it be the evil spirit causing trouble?
Cui Qingfeng was thinking a lot and couldn't help but look at Ye Xuan.
Ye Xuan's mind was also in a mess, he was scared and frightened. He took a few deep breaths, his mind was racing, and he suddenly said: "Maybe, maybe this person has a way to hide his aura and fake death to escape. Now he takes advantage of our absence."
Attention, I have already escaped..."
This statement seems to be able to withstand scrutiny, but Ye Xuan's previous palm hit the impostor directly on the chest, using 100% of his strength as a tiger demon!
Even if the impostor had a way to escape by feigning death, he would definitely die under this palm. Ye Xuanke checked at that time - the man's heart had clearly been shattered!
Could it be that an evil spirit really came and took away the body of the imposter?
Ye Xuan opened his eyes and looked around, and suddenly felt that there were pairs of eyes hidden in every dark corner, and they were staring at him with malice!
He couldn't help but shudder.
"No matter what, we can't stay here for long. Let's leave first. Let's leave here first!" Ye Xuan made a quick decision before fear overwhelmed him.
Fortunately, only one black-scaled horse died, and the other two horses were still alive and well.
The two horses also shook their heads and tails anxiously, as if they were frightened.
Ye Xuan walked to the dead horse, took off the set of talismans from the black scale horse, and stuffed it into the magic bag. Suddenly he felt that the weight of the magic bag was heavier - the quality of the magic bag was poor. Although it could store things, it could not be used for any purpose.
Items stuffed inside will retain their original weight.
If the space inside was really filled, Ye Xuan thought to himself that he wouldn't be able to lift it.
He turned over and mounted Zhao Qing's bay-red horse, followed by the temple protector and Fat Tiger.
When Zhao Qing's body was removed earlier, they followed Ye Xuan, so they did not notice anything unusual about the imposter's body.
"Come up!" Seeing the fat tiger circling around the horse, Ye Xuan thought for a while, leaned over and stretched out a hand towards it.
Fat Tiger immediately opened his mouth happily, stuck out his tongue, put a front paw on Ye Xuan's hand, and was lifted onto the horse by him.
Then, Ye Xuan had an idea, and the temple protector also got on the horse.
When he was ready, Ye Xuan and Cui Qingfeng on the other horse slightly nodded their heads and said: "Let's go!"
As soon as he pinched the horse's belly, the horse roared loudly and galloped along the mountain road.
Cui Qingfeng pulled up the reins and immediately followed. The two rode side by side through the darkness of night and the sparse shadows of the trees.
The rain has stopped, a crescent moon appears on the horizon, and the moonlight casts a gloomy light on the forest.
Behind a tree illuminated by the moonlight, the dead impostor slowly poked half of his head out and peeked at the two riders.
After a while, 'he' walked out from behind the tree and jumped slightly.
Under the moonlight, 'he' looked like a piece of clothing on a hanger, being carried forward by an invisible clothes-drying rod. His limbs were stiff, his clothes were moving in the wind, and billowing black air spread around.
The black energy formed an armor around his body, and he walked through the forest, hanging far behind the two riders, never exceeding a distance of thirty to fifty feet.
Every time Ye Xuan looked back suspiciously, 'he' would stick behind the tree, restrain his breath, and disappear in an instant.