Zhou Yi stepped on a dead leaf and fell to the ground.
Holding a fragrant bead in his hand, it was as light as holding a peach.
The human martial arts in this world have Qi as its core, and everything exists around Qi.
It can only be said that the health-preserving power is truly extraordinary, and the simulated Qi feeling is even difficult for Carp Girl to distinguish between genuine and fake.
At the entrance of the small village, beside the stream and under the locust tree.
Zhou Yi carefully observed the fragrant beads and saw that they were fine, then faced Li Jiuniang and whispered the Buddha's name.
"Amitabha, I wonder why Donor Li and Donor Yongjian are visiting this place?"
Li Jiuniang took a deep look at Zhou Yi, smiled and said: "Of course I am here for my husband. I am very curious about what your husband will do next."
Zhou Yi raised his head and said with a smile: "Are you feeling tired?"
Li Jiuniang was startled: "Salted egg? What does this mean?"
Behind Zhou Yi, Xiangzhu chuckled.
She has been with Yichen for a long time, so she naturally knows what "salty eggs hurt" means... The monk explained that this sentence is specially used to ridicule those idle people who eat eggs with salt and have nothing to do.
"Wait a minute, could it be that you have been secretly spying on my husband's whereabouts since that night at the restaurant? Huh, how shameless!"
Xiangzhu glared at Li Jiuniang.
Li Jiuniang didn't squint her eyes, as if she couldn't bear to look at the fragrant beads for half an eye longer.
Xiangzhu became angry and wanted to say something else but was interrupted by Zhou Yi.
"Shh. Someone is coming."
While talking, Zhou Yi took a look at Li Jiuniang Mingjue's luxurious attire.
Li Jiuniang's beautiful eyes were like ripples, and if she felt something, she slightly raised her chest which was not proud.
"Amitabha." Zhou Yi shouted the Buddha's name and murmured in a low voice: "Such."
Li Jiuniang rolled her eyes at Zhou Yi, then turned around.
Ripple-like water shadows passed by.
In the blink of an eye, Li Jiuniang's golden jade dress turned into a long skirt as white as snow, which matched Zhou Yi's snow-white monk's robe quite well.
Zhou Yi's expression remained calm.
Although the small black letters did not mention Li Jiuniang's specific abilities, it should be a trivial matter for a carp that can turn into a human to play in disguise.
Xiangzhu's eyes were strange... This Li Jiuniang was actually a woman who could perform magic tricks!
Is the Tang Dynasty Variety Troupe making its debut?
At this moment, the sound of a cane hitting the ground came from far and near.
Several people looked up and saw a white-haired old man with a hunchback walking to the village gate with the support of a strong man.
The old man crossed his hands tremblingly and said, "I am the leader of the village here. I wonder what you are doing in this village?"
The eyes of the strong young man supporting him showed some vigilance.
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together and shouted the Buddha's name: "I heard that your village specializes in funeral matters. Is this possible?"
The old man smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry, all the work has been taken over recently, so please come back."
Zhou Yi said with a smile: "My father-in-law turned us away without asking the specific time. Is it too guilty? To be honest, the young monk is here to find the benefactor Chen Chi."
Before the old man could speak, the young man beside him had an angry look on his face and shouted: "My grandpa has told you to go back! Why are you still making noise here! Do you have to wait for someone to drive you away?"
Behind the yellow mud wall and fence not far away, several strong young people could be vaguely seen, holding wooden sticks and shovels, staring outside.
‘There is indeed something wrong with this village.’
Zhou Yi thought to himself.
He had Xiang Zhu, a master of Qi sensing, and a sword by his side, so he wasn't worried about not being able to enter the village.
If it really doesn't work, I can only ask these two mid-level players to push for it.
But at this moment, Li Jiuniang spoke.
"Take me quickly to see that person."
Her voice was as soft as water, yet melodious and ethereal, as if it came from thousands of miles away.
In an instant, the gloom on the old man's face disappeared, and a warm smile appeared: "Okay, distinguished guests, please come with me. Xu Wei, let the village kill chickens and warm wine to entertain the distinguished guests."
"Okay."
The sturdy young man named Xu Wei actually changed his previous indifferent and hostile attitude, laughed loudly, and left in response.
Xiangzhu was startled again and secretly glanced at the woman in white, who had a plain face as if she had done something insignificant, with a strange look in her eyes.
"Good."
Zhou Yi clasped his hands together, with a happy and innocent smile on his face.
It seems like I sincerely applaud the change in attitude of these simple villagers after they figured it out.
In fact, at the moment when Li Jiuniang opened her mouth, he clearly saw a mysterious Taoist rhyme flashing and disappearing that bewitched people's hearts.
In Zhou Yi's sight that can penetrate beyond the world.
That wisp of Taoist rhyme is not only tangible and colored, but also has images.
Like a snake-like creature with golden scales and a single horn, it flew through the air and invaded the heads of Lao Cunzheng and Xu Wei.
Is this the appearance and power of "skill"?
Is it possible that the difference between "martial arts" and "shu" lies in this?
Wu means entering the Tao through skills.
First practice martial arts, then open the palace to draw Qi, and finally realize the martial arts.
Skills, on the other hand, are inherently coexisting with Tao.
If there is no way and no way, then there will be no skill.
Therefore, for a long period of time, magic was stronger than martial arts.
Unless...he enters Taoism through martial arts.
And should my sword energy be classified as martial arts? Or as a technique?
At this moment, Zhou Yi thought a lot.
The look she looked at Li Jiuniang became gentler...
...He is indeed a master-level tool man in hiding.
Jiuniang, the young monk is optimistic about you.
…
Dark clouds drifted across the sky outside the county.
The earth, mountains and rivers were plunged into a thick ink-like haze.
Just like Zhou Yi's heart at this time.
In the village, there are many old houses that have been around for a long time.
Many houses have cracks on their walls, windows and coffins are falling off, and the tile roofs above are somewhat damaged, but they can barely provide shelter from the wind and rain.
Most of the villagers wear old patched linen clothes, and the children's clothes are made of several pieces of rags patched together. The roads are ragged and the skin is yellow.
However, everyone's face is filled with strong happiness and joy.
"Creak..."
A half-detached window on the east side swayed in the wind, exposing the scene inside the house.
The yellow gold and silver are piled like hills.
The old man and the old woman were holding the gold objects with smiles on their faces.
Behind the door on the west side, a young man grabbed the crying child.
The wife coaxed in a low voice while putting the heavy silver bracelet on the child's ankle.
The children playing and frolicking behind the two of them, although they looked slutty and wore ripped linen clothes, were wearing gold and silver jewelry that didn't fit them.
"Amitabha."
Zhou Yi whispered: "Isn't it too hot to hold the gold and silver treasures buried with the deceased?"
Old Muramasa was stunned for a moment, and then said coldly: "It's not useful for dead people anyway, and it's a waste to bury it in the soil! Rather than doing this, it's better for us to use it!"
Zhou Yi shook his head slightly: "But what you are doing is against the rules."
"rule?"
A look of madness flashed in Old Muramasa's eyes: "In this world, only people who live well are qualified to follow the rules!"
Zhou Yi didn't talk to him, but if he really wanted to start a fight, he could fight him all afternoon.
Is it necessary?
...seems necessary!
He looked up at the center of the village, his eyes were calm and detached, and he was silently working on his plan.
Li Jiuniang, who was following closely behind, seemed to be aware of it, and she held her sword at the side and said, "Look, these villagers have been possessed by strange spells, and their desires have doubled. There are indeed monsters hidden in this village."
Holding the sword, he respectfully transmitted the message: "When the monster or monster attacks Yichen, Your Highness will take advantage of the situation and come to the rescue. Then you can repay your kindness and settle the cause and effect. I can also respectfully send Your Highness to the Liusha River."
"What's the rush?"
Li Jiuniang stared at the spotless monk in front of her with unpredictable eyes.
"Although more than twenty years have passed, the power of the 'Killing Monks' Order is still there. This Yichen is just a mortal martial artist who has gained the sense of Qi. If he dares to walk around like this, he will be targeted by monsters sooner or later, and he will be decapitated.
.This time the monster in the village should be regarded as a reminder to him."
Yongjian nodded slightly in agreement... After all, you are just fascinated by the little monk and don't want to leave!
While they were talking, several people had arrived at the center of the village.
Between the houses, there is an open space for threshing, and to the east stands an old dead vine tree four to five feet high.
Under the old tree, stood a young man with long hair and dark skin.