"Not at all. You also know that the God of Gushan Mountain has been granted the title of Zhengxian, and is undoubtedly a traitor in the eyes of the Ghost Department."
"The fight between them and Yunyang Guan will lead to both losses. The rest of the ghost tribe is happy to see the results and may not get involved."
When Wang Fu heard this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good!"
Next, Yu Yi'er began to talk about what was on his mind today.
It turned out that Qingmuting also had a daughter, and she and she were both called jewels.
According to what Yu Yi'er said, the woman was pretentious and hypocritical, and she often played tricks to make her angry.
Today, because of a trivial matter, the other party deceived the elders into favoring her and mistakenly thought that Yu Yi'er was bullying her.
"I'm so angry. Why is there such a bitch?"
When Yu Yi'er mentioned this matter, he became angry.
"Green tea bitch!"
"That's right!"
Yu Yi'er asked Wang Fu, "Is there any way for me to get back in the game?"
"Well, it's not like there's nothing..."
One night passed.
The next day, Ding Zhangdian summoned Wang Fu.
"I've been holding you back for three years, can't you bear it anymore?"
When Wang Fu heard this, he said, "Huh?"
After getting along with this mentor for a long time, I didn’t feel that he was very serious and I often joked with him.
The key is that he can joke with Wang Fu, but Wang Fu can't.
"What's the mission of my mentor?"
Wang Fu stayed with him for three years anyway, and he immediately guessed what his mentor was thinking. He had something to do with him.
"That's right!"
Ding Zhangdian nodded to Wang Fu, "The ghost world in Gushan is becoming more and more unscrupulous. Yesterday, three cities were destroyed, and no one survived."
"Is this okay?"
Wang Fu raised his eyebrows, "Master, are you going to send someone to take revenge and kill a few of his evil ghosts and yakshas?"
"I don't need you anymore. Luo Xiuzhen of the Sanqing Palace and Shen Changwu of the Thunder Fire Palace killed two Yaksha ghosts respectively. They are both confidants of the big Yaksha in the ghost world. They can be considered as repaying the favor."
"However……"
Ding Zhangdian looked at Wang Fu, his face gradually becoming serious, "The channels for Dingling Tea in Taoist temples have finally been cut off."
"I see."
Wang Fu was not too surprised. This incident had been expected.
Dingling Tea is a strategic material for practitioners, but its origin lies in Gushan Mountain.
Now that the war is about to break out, the Gushan ghost world is pulling out all the stops and no longer sending out any spiritual tea. This is an inevitable situation.
"This news, um, when will it be announced?"
Wang Fu knew that once the news was announced, the Taoist temple would be in chaos.
Without some spiritual tea, the strength that the practitioners in Yunyang Temple can exert will be reduced by half.
"Not announced yet."
Ding Zhangdian looked at Wang Fu and said, "This involves another matter, which is why I asked you to come here."
"Wang Fu, ghosts are not of my race, and we must not believe them. We are both in peace, so everything is fine."
"However, the temple owner has already foreseen that today's disaster will happen and has made arrangements."
"The Dianling tea tree grows in Gushan Mountain, but it is not restricted by the environment, but caused intentionally by ghosts."
Wang Fu was moved when he heard this. Could it be...
Ding Zhangdian gave the answer, "Cha Zhong."
It’s not that the soil and water in Gushan is good, nor that the environment for growing Dial-Ling Tea is strict, but that the ghosts monopolize the tea trees of Dian-Ling Tea. Apart from the prepared tea leaves, not even a single branch can be taken out of the mountain.
It gradually became clear to Wang Fu that it seemed that the Taoist temple had already made plans for Dian Ling Tea.
"The high-level officials of the Taoist temple once sent several servant ghosts to sneak into the ghost world of Gushan, waiting for an opportunity to bring out tea seeds."
"Nowadays, the Gushan ghost world has cut off trading channels, and the current situation is turbulent. However, it has also given a few servant ghosts an opportunity to bring tea seeds out of the Gushan ghost world. Now it has reached the periphery."
The periphery is the area where ghost markets used to be.
Unfortunately, the ghost market was reduced to ruins when Bai Qilang rebelled. Later, it was planned to be rebuilt, but due to the expansion of the ghost world in Gushan, the peace between ghosts and practitioners was broken, and the matter was abandoned.
The so-called ghost market is built on nothing but trust between humans and ghosts. If trust is gone, it cannot be rebuilt.
The periphery of Gushan Mountain is also a place where the power of the ghost world is weak. Yunyang Guan and other practitioners can extend their hands there.
"Yesterday's meeting was about this matter. We asked the ghosts to bring the tea seeds back to the Taoist temple."
Ding Zhangdian nodded towards Wang Fu, "Good disciple, although this mission is dangerous, if it is completed, the credit will be immeasurable."
"May I ask my mentor, how many people are there in total?"
Ding Zhangdian paused, "A total of five envoys were sent out, and the Taoist temple also sent five people. The other three were just that. Only Sanqing Temple has an acquaintance. You can definitely guess it."
"Yang Ku!"
Ding Zhangdian smiled and nodded, "Correct answer!"
Deputy spectator Li Yunke's "Pairing" successfully made Wang Fu and Yang Ku into a pair of CPs who fell in love and killed each other. In the following years, the two people's cultivation levels were always chasing each other, and there was not much difference.
Over time, when people in Taoist temples mentioned Wang Fu, they would definitely think of Yang Ku, and vice versa.
"If all five groups of people succeed, there will be five types of tea, which is the best for the Taoist temple."
"But even if you succeed along the way, you can still be safe."
Ding Zhangdian said, "The ugly words are ahead. The ghosts in Gushan would rather kill all the practitioners than let the tea seeds escape."
"This trip must be extremely dangerous."
Wang Fu pondered for a moment and asked, "Teacher, if my senior brothers were faced with the same situation, what would they choose?"
The senior brothers he mentioned were the ones who died in the battle.
Ding Zhangdian was touched, his eyes softened, and he muttered, "I won't deny it."
"me too."
Wang Fu's words made Ding Zhangdian laugh heartily, "Good disciple, my love for you is not in vain."
"By the way, it took three years to finally refine this set of treasures."
Ding Zhangdian took out the treasure from his arms and said, "Qi Wu has spent countless efforts on this. You must thank him."
There are three short awls as thick as arms, with fist-sized wooden knobs at the end. If you look carefully, the clear lines look like countless twisted and ferocious ghosts. If you look away slightly, you can see the ghosts howling and struggling.
"Poke the vaginal cone!"
The raw material for this set of magical tools is the knotty wood obtained from the Gold Mining Town.
Strange wood is difficult to refine, and if it weren't for Qi Wu, a master craftsman like Qi Wu, no one would be able to do it.
Even so, it took three years of work to refine it into three vagina-piercing cones.
Wang Fu stroked and poked the vaginal cone, and it seemed as if he could hear the dying howls of ghosts in his ears. This murderous magical weapon was destined to haunt countless innocent souls from the moment it was born.
. He also knew why it was such a coincidence that this set of magical weapons was refined just after Ding Zhangdian conveyed the mission.
It seems that Ding Zhangdian used his leadership authority to teach Qi Wu to make progress.
"Hey, Professor Qiwu, I'm sorry."
Wang Fu put away his penis and raised his hand towards Ding Zhangdian, "Master, sit at home and wait for my good news."
The moment he turned around, the aura around him condensed into an intimidating force.
Ding Zhangdian had a feeling that the sharp blade he had been sharpening behind closed doors for three years was finally coming out of its sheath.