Although Liao Qiu's words were of a joking nature, he thought about it carefully and realized that if that time came, perhaps this would be a way to save his life.
"If you really can't do it, just come back and hide. The Emperor's decree means that he will never be able to set foot in the underworld."
The bad old man said coldly while smoking a big cigarette.
"Hey, if there is really no other way, this is the only choice!" Ding Xiaoyi sighed, with a look of helplessness on his face.
The matter about Pang Pang is unsolvable. Fortunately, his son Ding Peng seems to have something that he is afraid of. I believe he will not go too far for a while, so he put this matter aside for the time being, and several people talked about it again.
Things without form.
But neither Old Man Hao nor Shen Tu, or even Liao Qiu who was sitting aside and listening, were very unfamiliar with the name Wu Xiang.
"Penglai Immortal Island, I have heard of this place, but a long time ago, this cave paradise disappeared, as if all traces were wiped out out of thin air, leaving only a legend. As for the former owner of Penglai Immortal Island,
I know a little bit, but it’s not far from what you said.”
"Isn't it just a few days before the second round of the Shinto opens? You can find a way to sneak in. If Wu Xiang really controls the ghosts in the underworld, then you will..."
The old man wiped his neck with his palm, indicating that he would find an opportunity to kill Wu Xiang.
Then he used his identity as a Yin official to capture all those evil spirits.
If they can really catch those escaped ghosts, this must be a great merit. When the time comes, they will use this to meet the emperor again and ask the emperor to return Pangpang's lost memory. Maybe this can solve the problem.
Open up the problem of Pangpang going to hunt him down.
This old man’s proposal, although it seems a bit like trying to save the country, is still a good idea.
After the four people had a discussion, Old Man Zao and Liao Qiu left in a hurry, fearing that they would be targeted by the mad dog.
Before leaving, Ding Xiaoyi grabbed Old Man Zao and asked him about the Great Emperor and how his investigation was going, but Old Man Zao said nothing about it and just said: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you shouldn't ask
Don’t ask.” After saying that, he left in a hurry.
Ding Xiaoyi hit a wall and could only return to the room in silence and boredom to accompany Chai Rong.
Time passed day by day, and after he calculated that the second round of Shinto was only a few days away from opening, he got up and returned to Beimang Academy to see how the formation Ding Peng had transformed it.
As a result, when he returned to the academy, he immediately discovered that the intensity of the academy's formations had not improved, but had dropped significantly.
When he angrily rushed to the back mountain and took a look, what a boy, the Kowloon he had worked so hard to come to had been turned into a dragon vein by this little brat.
When he saw this, he couldn't help but touch the seven wolves at his waist.
Seeing that his father was really angry, Ding Peng quickly explained: "Dad, although the layout of Kowloon is good, it is not the best."
"Nonsense, you're bullying me for not knowing the formations? It's all written in the encyclopedia of formations. The best formation in the world is the Nine Dragons formation."
When Ding Xiaoyi saw this, Ding Peng actually dared to open his eyes and tell lies. He was so angry that he took out the formation encyclopedia and wanted to teach the boy a lesson.
Unexpectedly, when Ding Peng saw this, he calmly took over the encyclopedia of formations and said with a smile: "The person who wrote this book is a dabbler himself. The Jiulong Bureau is valuable because it is rare, but it is not the best. Not only
It’s not the best, but it’s not good at all.”
Ding Peng explained carefully: "The so-called Nine Dragons Gongzhu means that the dragons have no leader and the Nine Dragons seize the direct descendants. Although the killing is strong, it will mostly cause internal damage. If you are not careful, you may even turn a blessed place into a dangerous place. According to Feng Shui, this place is not right.
The stars are not down to earth, and the situation is strange but not a good one."
"So bad?"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at Ding Peng suspiciously, seriously doubting whether this guy was lying to him, but looking at the confident look on his face, it seemed that he was telling the same thing.
He was still unconvinced and said: "It's really so bad. Why does the book say that if this kind of situation appears in the world, the world will definitely rob it."
"That's because, although this pattern is not a good situation, it is a strange situation. The wonderful thing is that it has the word "raise"."
Ding Peng pointed at the eight broken dragon veins and said: "Over the years, the nine dragon veins have become one. I cut off the eight dragon veins and only one is left. That is the true dragon vein. There must be more than just the other dragon veins.
Luck is even more like that of the Earth Dragon. Only by setting up the formation can we create the best formation in the world!"
"The best formation in the world??"
He was stunned for a moment. Even though he knew that Ding Peng had god-level strength, his words were too much.
Seeing that his father did not believe it, Ding Peng did not argue, took out the borrowed Liangyi Qiankun Disk as a temporary compass, and took him to visit his newly renovated formation.
"The so-called formations only borrow the power of heaven and earth, but that is not superior. The top level formations no longer borrow the power of heaven and earth, but turn decay into magic, seizing luck from the sky and qi from the earth. Only
Only the power to destroy heaven and earth is worthy of the top term."
Then I saw Ding taking out four strange divine stones, casting them into four divine swords, and hanging them in the four corners of the academy.
The four divine swords were gently thrown into the void by Ding Peng, only to see divine patterns swaying on the swords, and they slowly disappeared in front of everyone, completely integrating with the formation.
"What a strange formation?"
Ding Xiaoyi claimed to be a master of formations, but he couldn't understand Ding Peng's operations at all, which made him sigh in his heart, it's really nice to have a master.
Are you really that bad?
In fact, as far as matters are concerned, he is not inferior to his son in terms of qualifications and understanding, but what he lacks is a master to guide him.
With a master, there is a inheritance, and with a inheritance, there is a direction for reference and guidance.
As for Ding Xiaoyi, he walked along a completely random path. No matter it was the old man, Pang Pang, or even Tu Tu, no one would deliberately give him any advice.
At most, you can see that he has taken a wrong turn and give him a warning, which is considered as fulfilling the obligation of a friend.
In contrast, Song Xingxue was even luckier than him. He had the path for him. This guy sang all the way and now he has become a god. He can compete with the gods in the world for the first place in the Qinglong Constellation.
Of course, things have to be viewed from two aspects. If you really become a disciple of the bad old man, can you still sit with them drinking, eating meat, and bragging?
Just imagine, if the bad old man and the others use Master's orders to instruct him one day, can he still feel at ease and call himself the owner of Chaimu's new home?
Obviously it's not possible, this can be regarded as one gain and one loss, one repayment for another, everyone has his own bellyache.
After confirming that there was no problem, Ding Peng raised a sneer on his face and thought: "The simplified version of the Immortal Killing Formation is a little less powerful. Unless the master's father comes, how many gods will you come to call you after entering this formation?"
There is no return.”
Ding Peng also worked hard for the academy this time. After setting up the Immortal Killing Formation, he immediately reinforced the formation for Beimang Academy, making it look the same as the previous formation, making it impossible to see any flaws.
Next, it’s time to invite you into the urn.
Seeing that Ding Peng was so confident, Ding Xiaoyi felt relieved. Although this kid was unreliable, the Taoist priest behind him was really good at gaming.
Since this formation was inherited from the Shangqing Taoist, there must be no problem.
Seeing that there was indeed no problem with the formation, he no longer blamed his son. When the father and son talked about Ding Min, Ding Peng felt a little regretful.
He originally wanted to see what his sister looked like, but he couldn't wait to reform the formation, not to mention that he was the only one who understood the huge Beiman Mountain.
So I had no choice but to not go back for the time being, and stayed in the academy waiting for news. Now that I learned that the mother and daughter were safe, the stone hanging in my heart finally fell to the ground.
"Dad, if you really can't do it, let me talk to my mother in person next time I see her. Otherwise, Aunt Chai Rong will have to wait a long time if she wants to officially join the family."
"Go ahead and tell him? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by your mother?" Ding Xiaoyi stared at his son, but felt relieved in his heart. If Ding Peng could solve this matter, it would be great.
"So I won't help you in vain, this belongs to me!"
Ding Peng shook the [Liangyi Qiankun Plate] in his hand, with a cunning light in his eyes, as if he spared such a big punch just for this thing.
Although the Liangyi Qiankun Disk is useful, it is not of much use to him. After all, he has the Nine Heavens Furnace of the Second Soul, and with his own creative power, he can also create anything that the Liangyi Qiankun Disk can create.
arrive.
Just when he readily nodded in agreement, Ding Xiaoyi suddenly raised his eyebrows and took out a teleportation stone from Meatball's mouth. As soon as the stone was taken out, a small crack opened, and a piece of paper flew out of the crack.
Come and fall into his hands.
I saw a line of delicate small words written on the note: [The plan has begun, come and gather as soon as possible.]
