Ye Xuan lowered his eyes, sprinkled spices on the roasted birds, and said: "Ye Xuan."
Monk Wujie clasped his hands together and stared at the fragrant roasted demon poultry with bright eyes. "Amitabha, the meat and wine have passed through the intestines, and the Buddha's heart remains. Donor Ye's craftsmanship is very good, and I am already moved by my index finger."
Ye Xuan smiled, cut off one of the roasted poultry legs with a sharp sword, and handed it to Monk Wujie.
"Wonderful, wonderful!" Monk Wujie was overjoyed and was not polite. He immediately took it and ate it.
Ye Xuan watched him eating, and his fingers trembled slightly.
Monk Wujie's ears twitched slightly, but he didn't raise his head. He still ate deliciously.
Ye Xuan stopped looking at him, cut off a bird leg and started eating it.
The demonic beast absorbs the essence of heaven and earth, and poultry meat is also a rare nourishing food. The two of them quickly devoured a demonic bird weighing hundreds of kilograms like a whirlwind.
Monk Wujie looked satisfied, looked dignified, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since I've had such delicious food!"
"Demon poultry meat is indeed delicious." Ye Xuan smiled.
"Although poultry meat is beautiful, few people are willing to give it to the poor monk. Do you mind if the poor monk stays overnight?" Monk Wujie asked with a smile.
Ye Xuan nodded and said, "Of course not, please do it yourself."
Monk Wujie put his parcel on the ground, used it as a pillow, lay down, and fell asleep in the blink of an eye.
Ye Xuan stared at the bonfire in front of him, slightly entranced. After a moment, he closed his eyes and entered into meditation practice.
At night, monster beasts roar from time to time in the mountains.
At dawn, monk Wujie opened his eyes, clasped his hands together, and said, "Amitabha, sleep soundly!"
Ye Xuan was already standing at the entrance of the cave.
Monk Wujie stood up, moved his body a few times, and then showed a gentle smile, "Thank you, Donor Ye, for your hospitality!"
"I didn't do anything." Ye Xuan turned around and shrugged.
Monk Wujie said, "That's good, that's good. It's time for the poor monk to leave. But on the way here, the poor monk saw a lot of people, and they seemed to be here for the donor."
"Oh." Ye Xuan slightly pondered.
Monk Wujie took a deep look at Ye Xuan, with a meaningful smile in his eyes, picked up the package, walked out of the cave, and left without looking back.
Ye Xuan stood still and did not move until the figure of Monk Wujie completely disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief. He was very tired both physically and mentally!
"This monk is unfathomable!"
Ye Xuan knew that there was something wrong with the other party when he entered the cave, but he could not see anything from the beginning to the end. In Ye Xuan's eyes, the other party seemed to be an ordinary mortal without any cultivation.
But until Monk Wujie was eating a chicken leg, Ye Xuan saw a tattoo on his neck that was originally hidden under the collar of his robe.
It was a blood-red ghost/head, lifelike, ferocious and ferocious.
For some reason, when he saw the ghost/head pattern, Ye Xuan suddenly felt frightened and uneasy, as if the ghost/head was smiling strangely at him!
Seeing that Monk Wujie was really gone, Ye Xuan was completely relieved. This Monk Wujie was definitely not simple! How could a monk have a ghost face tattooed on his body? Why did he come to the mountains near Qingyun Valley?
"Before leaving, Monk Wujie mentioned that some people were following him?" Ye Xuan's eyes flashed slightly.
…
A group of no less than thirty black-cloaked warriors gathered on a mountaintop!
They had cold expressions, and each of them exuded a tyrannical aura.
The energy aura of these warriors has actually reached the level of True Yuan. Each one of them can be proud of being a master in a small place like Beidou Town!
In front of these people, there was a pair of young boys and girls.
They are Yi Ren and Yi Yu, the two disciples of the Yi family who have climbed the path of refining their minds with Ye Xuan!
At this time, Yi Yu and Yi Ren had arrogant sneers on their faces. They did not expect that Aunt Yi Fang would actually recruit a large number of masters from the Yi family in order to deal with Ye Xuan. Such a formation would not only be a mere Ye Xuan, but also a whole family.
Existences in the true spiritual realm must also stay away!
Every master of the Yi family, if they take out any one of them, Ye Xuan will definitely die, which shows that the Yi family is determined to kill Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan, you are too ignorant. The Yi family is far more powerful than you can imagine." Yi Yu's face showed pride!
"Sir, Mr. Jing is here." A Yi family master reported back to Yi Ren.
Immediately, a skinny old man with a trembling body was seen walking up from the foot of the mountain, being supported by two young maids.
This is a bald old man with a lot of wrinkles on his face. He looks like he is eighty or ninety years old. He is so skinny that he is just skin and bones, but his head is extraordinarily big, much larger than that of a normal person.
Two circles appeared, and a pair of cloudy old eyes flashed from time to time.
"Jing Lao." Yi Ren and Yi Yu stepped forward to greet him. Although the old man was just a guest of the Yi family, the two of them did not dare to show off at all and bowed down as a junior.
"Well, there's no need to be polite. I originally targeted that junior last night, but he suddenly lost track of me. I think it was because he was disturbed by some powerful monsters in the mountains. But now I have sensed it again. You can take that junior's portrait again.
If he goes out, as long as he is within a radius of ten miles, I can find his location." The old man climbed to the top of the mountain and nodded.
Yi Ren hurriedly took out a scroll and unfolded it. The portrait in the scroll was exactly that of Ye Xuan!
"Haha, you are very young. In order to deal with him, the Yi family really spent a lot of effort." Jinglao smiled, patted the soft little hands of the graceful maid beside him with his withered old hand, and signaled the two maids to step back, and then he himself
He sat directly on the snow-white animal skin mat that had been prepared for him.
Yi Yu opened her eyes wide and looked surprised.
The next moment, she saw the old man closing his eyes, and a strange wave appeared on his body. Yi Yu felt that her soul was slightly shaken at this moment, as if it had been shaken by something.
After stroking it, my whole body seemed to be looked at and touched all over.
And she saw that a dark circle of light was released from the old man's head, expanding in all directions, sweeping in all directions.
"Spiritual martial soul practitioners seem weird!!??" Yi Yu was surprised. Spiritual warriors are extremely rare!
Although Yi Yu is pampered, he is well-read in martial arts classics and has always been curious about extremely mysterious spiritual warriors, especially spiritual warriors.
"It is said that spiritual warriors can sense the world around them and see through things with their eyes closed. Although their martial arts cultivation is often difficult to advance and their physical bodies are even weaker, no one will look down on them. Even most warriors
He looked at these rare spiritual warriors with fearful eyes... Could it be that Jing Lao can really search for things within ten miles?" Yi Yu took a deep breath in his heart.
Yi Ren was also amazed. Being able to search things within a ten-mile radius on the spot was too terrifying, wasn't it?
"My aunt has invited spiritual warriors here. Ye Xuan really can't escape this time. Under the detection of spiritual warriors, not even a mosquito can escape his perception.
"Yi Ren sneered in his heart.
Spiritual warriors are divided into innate and acquired. Innate means that the martial spirit is spiritual, that is, spiritual warriors, and acquired means that the warrior has practiced the secret method of the spiritual system and becomes a spiritual warrior.
Every year, the Yi family pays the elder tens of millions of taels of silver and dozens of beautiful maids to serve him. You can imagine his high status as a spiritual warrior!
After half a stick of incense, Jinglao opened his eyes, looking a little tired."