Ye Tian glanced at Jun Buqi. Although Jun Buqi's cultivation talent was average, his ability to cause trouble was first-rate.
He was very curious, what would happen if this kid tried to mess with those evil cultivators?
"I estimate that the other party may already know the news about your entry into Yuedu."
Although these days, he led the monks of Xuanyitang to sweep through the streets, cutting down all the way from South Street to North Street, and then from East Street to West Street. He had cut down dozens or hundreds of evil cultivators, and he had chopped down dozens of them.
The evil cultivators felt a bit uneasy.
Of course, the rewards are also huge, after all, there is a gold belt for murder and arson!
Jun Buqi didn't want any of the magic weapons of the evil cultivators. He only wanted the corpses. But the monks in Xuanyi Hall felt that he would suffer too much in this way, so they forced him to take a share of the harvest. Now in that small purse
There are still dozens of mid- to low-end magic weapons lying around!
But Jun Buqi felt that these were just minions, and the truly powerful leader had never shown up, so he just watched them kill them all the way.
He felt that these powerful evil cultivators who had never shown up were probably waiting for the arrival of the Qingxuan Sect monks so that they could continue their beheading plan.
It was obvious that although Qingxuanzong attached great importance to it and sent Ye Tian to come, but judging from their previous plan, they actually succeeded.
The only failure was that their plan was leaked, and the original sneak attack turned into a face-to-face confrontation.
But the plan to separate Ye Tian and Yu Duo was successful.
Jun Buqi told Ye Tian the result of his deduction, and Ye Tian laughed and said: "Your head is crooked! If you can put this thought into practice, I guess your meager cultivation level may still be able to
Mention it further. Tell me! What are your plans?"
Jun Buqi wanted to laugh out loud and use a tactical retreat, but he was afraid of being beaten.
So he smiled shyly, and finally said with a serious face: "Actually, I don't want my uncle to take risks. Their goal may really be our Qingxuan Sect."
"Don't worry about the sect now, tell us your plan!"
"It's actually quite simple, just use the clone to make something..."
Jun Buqi explained his plan, and then released Daqing from the animal bag, "I'll lend Daqing to my uncle for fun."
Ye Tian glanced at Daqing, who had an excited face and was jumping in the courtyard, and said through a message: "If you're not careful, it might die!"
Jun Buqi glanced at Silly Niu, who had been holding it back for more than a month and had an excited expression on his face. He shook his head and said, "For the sake of the sect, if it really dies unfortunately, it will deserve to die."
Ye Tian smiled, shook his head and said, "It doesn't have to be so troublesome."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab a handful of mud, rubbed it on his back, and shaped it into a small clay cow. He then put a few restraints on the clay cow and blew on it.
puff……
A green bull that looked exactly like Da Qing appeared in the courtyard.
Daqing saw the same kind, and it was exactly the same kind as himself. His movements immediately froze there, tilting the cow's head, and watched intently.
Moo...
Daqing called out.
Moo...
Niu Niu also responded.
"Look, what's the difference?" Ye Tian asked with a smile.
This technique is the same as that used to make small spiritual crystal dolls, but in terms of means, it is a matter of judgment. After all, the material used for this clay cow is very ordinary soil.
"Uncle Master is very clever in his methods. Judging from the appearance, I really can't see any difference."
"In terms of breath, it will be easy to handle with the restrictions you had before. Once I have integrated them, I can implement this plan."
Jun Buqi nodded and finally said: "Uncle Master, then I'll leave this place to you."
Ye Tian waved his hand, Jun Buqi turned around and left.
Hey hey hey...
Jun Buqi smiled, his hands folded in the sleeves of his robe, caressing the silver gourd.
Sword-raising gourds are specially used by sword cultivators to warm up flying swords. They have the function of gathering spirits and storing things. Some sword cultivators even use this to hold demon pills and make wine.
The wine was so strong...he wanted to try it too.
Besides that, the most precious thing is of course the sword energy that can kill Mahayana.
However, the powerful people in the Mahayana realm have unpredictable methods. If you want to kill such powerful people, you can only take them by surprise. If you attack them head-on, it is probably difficult to kill them.
But it was enough for him.
With a high-grade spiritual talisman that is enough to destroy the Nascent Soul Realm, and with this, if it doesn't work and Sister Corpse, Jun Buqi can't help but feel how beautiful it is.
As time goes by, good times will come!
After returning to the inn, he took out the sword gourd and began to refine it.
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The next day, an old man with a white beard rode a green bull and strolled through the streets and alleys of Yuedu.
There is a bell hanging on the neck of Qingniu, and a hexagram flag is inserted beside his body, with a copper hexagram written on it.
He looks at the faces of young ladies, touches the bones of little babies, and takes advantage of the slut and resentful wife. His appearance and temperament are quite decent, but his behavior is a bit filthy and dirty.
But those older wives and younger ladies were not angry with this old man.
A few days passed by in a blink of an eye, which made me feel a little happy and unwilling to forget about the past.
On this day, Lao Dao rode a green ox and walked out of the city, as if he wanted to change places. However, not long after he left the city, he heard someone calling him.
"Old Taoist, old Taoist, it's me! Do you still remember me? It's me! Hou Miaoyin."
The old Taoist looked with some confusion at the young woman whose head poked out of the carriage window and was guarded by more than a dozen guards, as well as the little head with braids that sprouted from her armpits.
"Householder, do you want to tell your fortune?" the old Taoist replied, smiling with narrowed eyes, then slid off the back of the cow, and skillfully set up a stall beside the official road.
"Pindao's Tiezui copper hexagram is worth a thousand pieces of gold. However, since Pindao is destined to be a layman, he gives the layman a discount. Today he only charges three cents of silver. What do you think, layman?"
Hou Miaoyin couldn't help but want to laugh when she saw that he was serious but could not hide his talkative appearance. The motorcade stopped, and Hou Miaoyin got out of the carriage with a little girl with braids.
"When did the old Taoist priest come to the imperial capital?"
Hou Miaoyin sat down directly in front of Lao Tao's stall and asked.
"I've been here for a few days! It's a pity that the imperial capital is not compatible with the poor Taoist. The poor Taoist has to find another place to make a living. What does it mean to be a layman?"
The old Taoist You Fang opened his mouth and made nonsense, while the guards secretly rolled their eyes.
If he can't survive in the imperial capital, it means his abilities are mediocre and he is definitely an old liar.
I really want to persuade the little girl! But the little girl looks like she is willing to be deceived. How can I persuade her?
Hou Miaoyin laughed and said: "Old Taoist master, why don't you calculate why the little girl came to Beijing? If you calculate it correctly, I will let you calculate the marriage of the little girl."
The old Taoist priest stroked his beard and pinched his fingers, and finally said with a smile: "The layman's face is rosy, the sky is bright, and the auspicious clouds cover the roof. Something good must be coming. Not only is a relative in the family a high-ranking official, but a good thing for the girl is probably coming soon!"
Originally these were good words, but after hearing this, the little lady frowned slightly, and then sighed softly, "Is it really the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror?"