More than twenty magic weapons fell to the ground.
Leng Youxu tried hard to hold up his body, but his whole body was in severe pain, his limbs were limp, and he no longer had any strength left.
Fortunately, I can barely move my wrist.
He trembled his fingers, pinched the seal, and then turned his wrist.
The two-edged broadsword lying not far away did not move.
He turned again, but the broadsword still didn't move.
He continued to turn, but the broadsword remained motionless...until he tried for the eleventh time, his wrist was so weak that it drooped completely.
"My swordsmanship...no!"
Feeling the sympathy, pity, and even faint schadenfreude in the eyes of the bad people around me, Leng Youxun's heart was as gray as death.
How could he not have guessed that the opponent was either a senior expert from the Imperial Military Sect, or a Celestial Master in the game world?
Otherwise, how could he use such a superb weapon-controlling technique?
I am really unlucky!
"senior……"
He raised his head and tried to look forward.
In the drifting snow, the green figure had long since disappeared.
Together with the Genbei and the hens raised by Genbei, they disappeared together.
"Disciple is wrong... Disciple knows he is wrong."
…
In the Donglai Inn, the monk sitting cross-legged moved his hands around to collect seals, then breathed a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
Although he has two external incarnations, his thoughts are consistent and his ears and eyes are piercing, just like two other selves.
And in the following days, I also used the Incarnation Chapter of Qimen Dunjia to refine it repeatedly.
There is no longer any delay between the body and the incarnation.
But these two incarnations are, after all, just elm leaves with Buddha nature.
Even though he had been contaminated by some of the filtered Qingyan spiritual energy, Dao Xing still couldn't catch up with the true form of the monk in the inn.
Let’s leave aside the two Buddhist swords.
Zhou Yi's current behavior has firmly established him as the Grand Administrator.
As for Fucheng Huang Ye Taoist, he is still a little far away from the titled county lord.
As for Ye Xiaolang, although he is not much different from Taoist Ye at present, after all, without the power of incense and the support of Taiyin Qi, in the long run, there will definitely be a gap between the two.
"Just then I had a flash of inspiration and formed the Buddhist mudra. It felt like it would shine all night long and the snow would never fall.
Release the military skills from a distance to help Ye Xiaolang scare bad guys? There was no hindrance.
Could it be? This is Ye Xiaolang’s path from now on?”
Zhou Yi played with the beads in his hand, flashing back to what he saw and heard in Zhi Ge Fang.
Bad people’s medicinal skills, talisman skills, vests, etc.? In fact, they all have their merits.
Especially at the last moment? Those talismans that the bad guy used to save his life.
How many talismans among them contain extraordinary power? It's just that Leng Youxu's Taoism is still low and it is difficult to exert its full power.
Both the Celestial Master's Taoism and the human martial art schools that are superficially attached to it have a long history and origins.
Many schools of martial arts have existed for much longer than the current Tang Dynasty.
Soon, Zhou Yi's focus returned to Wei Xiaochang.
"Strange. This kid has obviously been converted? Why is this happening? Could it be that from now on? His appearance will never change?"
Just then, Wei Xiaochang reappeared in the Buddha's light, and all the evil spirits had been purified, but his body shape and appearance had not completely changed back.
He is nine feet tall, has a burly build, and has a wide waist. His hair is sparse. Although the outline of his former appearance can be vaguely seen, his skin has become very rough.
At first glance, it looks like a stronger version of the wax-faced, thin intestinal slave from before? No... it’s a rude version.
Suddenly, Zhou Yi had an idea.
"Could this be the image that a general should have in the heart of a slave?"
So after being saved? Will it become like this?
Is it good? In this way, he should be satisfied.
The mountain temple matter is half done, the next step is to end this farce completely."
Zhou Yi stood up and looked out the window at the still heavy snowfall.
Outside the inn door, the sound of kowtows could be heard from time to time.
The second boy, A Niu, and his little boy, holding fruits and wine in their hands, were muttering silently, praying to the holy monk for blessings of immortality.
Zhou Yi was also very helpless about this.
"He came here without even doing his homework, and he even brought drinks with him. Are you trying to repay a favor with an enemy and cause the young monk to break his precepts?
Amitabha...it's time to change your place of residence."
…
After the Jiaping Festival.
In the early morning, the heavy snow began to clear, and the long-lost sunshine shone on the silver-covered Funiufang in the west of the city.
Smoke rises from the kitchens of every house, and women are busy making breakfast.
Many old men who support their families are ready to go.
The children were bundled up tightly and were playing and running on the ice at the end of the alley.
But at this moment, a piercing scream sounded, breaking the tranquility of Funiufang in the winter morning.
"ah!"
Wei Xiaochang looked at himself in the bronze mirror with despair on his face.
The first thing he did after waking up was to look for a mirror.
But the strange man in the mirror almost made him collapse.
On an old-painted low couch not far away, Zhou Yi, who had been adjusting his breath all night, opened his eyes and subconsciously touched his head, but when he touched a head of black hair, he realized that he had already switched to long hair.
It's actually...a bit unaccustomed to it?
No, this absolutely shouldn’t be the case!
Zhou Yi coughed lightly and smiled lightly: "What, are you unhappy? I originally thought you would like this look, after all, you are a man."
Wei Xiaochang turned his head, with tears in his eyes: "This look is really... so ugly! I think I am also a young man in Yushu Linfeng, who is loved by everyone. Although I am not as good as you, I can still have six or seven.
Points. It turned out to be such a vicious look, how can I ask for a wife in the future?"
Zhou Yi's eyes were deep.
Yushu Linfeng? Loved by everyone? Just you? You are loved by everyone, right?
Wei Xiaochang looked at Zhou Yi blankly and suddenly reacted.
He hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and kowtowed respectfully: "Thank you, Master, for your grace in saving me. I, Wei Xiaochang, am deeply grateful. From now on, you will be the second greatest benefactor in Wei Xiaochang's life. I haven't asked Gao yet."
Do you have a distinguished surname?"
Zhou Yi said with a smile: "My surname is Ye, I am from outside the country, so I won't mention my name. I can only be ranked second. I wonder who your first great benefactor is?"
Wei Xiaochang said without hesitation: "He is a monk, a young and handsome eminent monk, his name is Yichen. He is my master. He has a favor for reincarnation. I wonder if Senior Ye knows him?"
Master...Master?
The smile on Zhou Yi's face gradually disappeared, and the corners of his eyebrows twitched faintly.
What are you doing?
Why is there another one!
First, the little widow is Chen Chi.
Later, Kong Dongliu, a shameless noble son from the capital, appeared.
As a result, Xu Kun Xiaolangjun was not to be outdone.
Now, even Wei Xiaochang, who has always been the most obedient, openly declares to outsiders that he is his master?
The young monk has agreed that he will not accept any disciples, will not be the abbot, and will not sit on the throne.
Now we all come together, what do you mean? Did you make an appointment?
Zhou Yi gritted his teeth and looked at Wei Xiaochang, who had a calm face and clear eyes.
I wish I could change back to my original shape right now, shock his eyes, expose his lies, and make him feel ashamed!
"Senior Ye? What's wrong with you? But speaking of it, I always feel that Senior Ye is somewhat similar to my master. They are both so handsome and kind."
Seeing the trace of nostalgia in Wei Xiaochang's eyes, Zhou Yi sighed inwardly.
That's all, seeing as how you praise the young monk's handsomeness behind your back, I won't blow your head off this time.
Of course, there is no need to reveal your identity. The young monk doesn't want to see this kid crying and crying.
Zhou Yidao: "I'm thinking about what you should do next."
Hearing this, Wei Xiaochang was startled, then lowered his head and held his head in distress.
He found that his originally thick curly hair had become thin and sparse, and his eyes became increasingly bitter.
"I...I don't know either.
When the bad guys came to arrest me last night, they must have said hello to the government army in advance.
The government army must also know that I am...everyone in the county government should be looking for me now, and there is no way I can look back."
Zhou Yi smiled slightly: "I may have a way to bring order to the chaos, change everything, and let you return to the Xuandao Guard. However, it requires you to pay a little more. Are you willing?"
Wei Xiaochang suddenly raised his head, his eyes becoming intense.