Zhao Gutai fled in embarrassment.

His head was covered and he couldn't see clearly in front of him. His hands were tied, his weapon fell to the ground at some point, and he was kicked several times on his butt.

Almost rolling and crawling, he rushed out of the way, resisting the pain in his body and shouting indiscriminately. From the initial begging for mercy to the subsequent explanation and then to the final plea, it was a pity that no one was listening at all.

He is a cultivator, and his body bones are much stronger than ordinary people. Those fists that fell on him were actually not too unbearable, leaving only flesh wounds.

But he thought about the attitude of these people. They wanted to kill him. If they tied him up, the next step would be to torture him to death. Where could he get good results?

When Zhao Gutai started shouting "Alas" in his heart, a rough male voice dissuaded everyone and said: "Forget it, let's do this first, tie the person back and wait for the immortal king to deal with him."

"Brother Zhang is saying that this monk is very cunning."

Zhao Gutai: Who do you think is cunning?!

"Why do you dare to send someone so useless? Is he really a monk?"

Zhao Gutai:......

"Look at the clothes he's wearing, he seems to be an inner disciple."

Zhao Gutai nodded humiliatedly.

"Stolen, right? It's probably some little Taoist priest who admires the inner disciples who borrowed some clothes for fun, otherwise how could it be possible?"

Zhao Gutai felt that his flesh wounds had turned into internal injuries. How could these people be so poisonous?

He moved his hands and suddenly found that the spiritual power in his meridians had returned. He was overjoyed. He didn't have time to think about what was wrong, so he gathered his strength and pushed out.

They're just ordinary people, let's see him fight again!

Fight again...eh?

Zhao Gutai's face suddenly changed from blue to white, and he cursed in his heart what kind of broken rope this was. He, a disciple of the inner sect of the Yu Yuan Sect, could not stop breaking off a length of straw rope!

Zhao Gutai became anxious and stopped unconsciously, using his spiritual power to vibrate the rope. However, the rope seemed to have grown on him, showing no sign of slackening.

The person behind him saw his shoulders twisting inexplicably, thinking he was trying to do something trick, and pushed him hard, causing him to stumble forward.

At this distance, Zhao Gutai's spiritual power once again seemed to disappear out of thin air. The river dried up and the sea dried up, leaving nothing behind. No matter how slow he reacted, he should have known that he had mistakenly entered someone else's formation.

There is such an expert here! Zhao Gutai was so shocked that his scalp went numb.

Although he was only slightly familiar with formations, he also knew that this kind of formation that could limit the spiritual power of others was extremely advanced. Even ten people who could set up such a formation would not be able to match him.

Realizing the gap between the enemy and ourselves, all the clamor in Zhao Gutai's heart disappeared, leaving only a cold feeling.

Seeing that he was quite honest, the people on the side pushed him down by the well and took off the bucket on his head.

The moment he saw the light again, Zhao Gutai lowered his eyelids in despair and didn't even say a word.

Zhao Gutai didn't know that his expression at this time looked extremely pitiful, so everyone restrained their arrogance and stopped being so domineering. They left him where he was and went about their own business.

Zhao Gutai was still waiting to endure the ten tortures, but he was worried for a long time, and no one paid attention to him. He simply adjusted his posture, leaned on the stone platform at the edge of the well, and watched everyone working.

As he watched, Zhao Gutai's mood calmed down, and at the same time he had a new question.

This is really the poorest sect he has ever seen. They don’t have anything, and they are still deep in the edge of the demon world. There are many crises. I am afraid that even the people begging in Yuyuan City will have a more comfortable life than they do. Why should these people bother?

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At this time, Zhuchen and Feng Changyin had already surrounded them with linen cloth, and fished out more than a dozen fish from the river.

Feng Changyin was very happy to have his revenge, he poked fish on the shore and laughed wildly from time to time.

Maybe no one comes to catch fish in such a place close to the devil's world. The few fish that come up are big and fat, with long tails swinging and full of energy.

Feng Changyin held them firmly with his hands, then picked a few slender branches and leaves on the roadside, twisted out ropes, and strung them together one by one.

Feng Changyin said happily: "Senior sister, we can have grilled fish tonight!"

Zhuchen smiled and held back her saliva. She hadn't eaten fish for a long time. She missed the garlic-scented tinfoil-grilled fish, the fish head with pickled peppers, and...

Feng Changyin dragged a string of fish and asked: "Senior sister, we say it's not easy to grow vegetables here, but can we raise fish?"

Zhuchen thought to himself, is she going to start contracting fish ponds now?

However, Feng Changyin basically feeds him whatever he wants, and anyone who can live in his hands for more than seven days is considered to be on par with the King of Hell. Fish farming is really a bit exciting.

Zhuchen said tactfully: "Ask Zhang Shiwen and the others if anyone knows how to raise fish. If not, forget it. Anyway, this place is inaccessible, so you can just keep it in the river. You don't need to take care of the living water."

When Feng Changyin heard this, he thought it made sense. He stopped talking about it and privately named this nameless river with his own name.

The two of them got soaked by the river and slowly dried their clothes. Not long after, the token in Zhuchen's hand also gave a reminder.

"Shunfeng", no, he is a monk from the Jinyi Sect. He got the news yesterday and is now near Chaowen.

Zhuchen input his spiritual power into it and waited for the other party to find it.

Soon, the gold medal in Zhuchen's hand emitted a faint light, proving that the opponent was close.

Feng Changyin couldn't wait any longer and went directly to meet him with his sword.

The two sides had a relatively wide field of vision in the air, so they came face to face from a distance, waved their swords, successfully met, and then turned around and flew in the direction of Zhuchen.

The young man who came was about thirty years old, but most of the monks looked young, and it was hard to tell early in the morning.

He is dressed in Tsing Yi, his clothes are ordinary, only the red tassel hanging on the sword is more conspicuous. His long hair is tied up high, his eyebrows are smiling, and his temperament is quite elegant. He does not look like a courier running around, but more like an alchemist.

The young man smiled at the two of them and said, "Fellow Taoist, I've been looking for it for a long time. Why did I come here to play?"

Zhuchen said awkwardly: "It's not for fun, we just live here."

The young man's face did not change, and he still wore his business-like smile, and he said politely: "I have a Taoist name called Quan Tong. What do you call me, my little Taoist friend?"

When Zhuchen heard this name, he took a breath.

Quantong was puzzled: "Fellow Taoist, do you know me?"

Zhuchen glanced at him and said vaguely: "...No, I just think your name is particularly suitable for your profession."

It's so sloppy, he is simply a man born for express delivery.

Quantong Calm: "Oh? Really?"

He has seen a lot of weird people, and those who can get the Golden Order of Yi Zong are all powerful monks. He is very satisfied if he can speak clearly, so what's the point of making a few jokes?

Quan Tong smiled and asked, "I wonder what the deal is with my friend asking me to join the Yizong?"

Zhuchen then handed over the three Warcraft inner elixirs.

Quan Tong took it, examined it carefully under the sun for a while, and said with a smile: "It's in good condition. What do you want to exchange for this, fellow Taoist?"

Zhuchen asked: "Can I exchange firewood, rice, oil and salt?"

Even though he had full access, when he heard this, a crack appeared on his face with a perfect smile. He replied: "It's okay, it's okay." But usually no one does this. What kind of prodigal does it take to do this?

come out?

Zhuchen was caught off guard and took back two of them, saying: "Let's change one first. I will send a batch of food every month. Oh, and there are also red mud and bricks. We are busy building a house, thank you very much."

Quan Tong's hands were empty and his heart was empty. He stared straight at the two inner elixirs and asked, "What about the other things? Just speak, I will do my best to make the Yi Zong Tong the old man!"

Zhuchen thought about it for a moment, shook his head and said, "Let's wait and see if I can achieve financial freedom."

QT: "..." Then you are so damn good at showing me?

Both of them smiled hypocritically, looked at each other, and chuckled twice.

Soon, Quantong signed a contract with Zhuchen, agreeing that in two days she would deliver enough food, along with some stones she needed. From then on, nearby merchants would prepare them for her every few days, and she would go there on her own.

Go and get it.

For monks, the inner elixir of Warcraft is extremely valuable, and it can be traded with spiritual stones, while the food of mortals is not worth mentioning at all. Because the deal was negotiated easily, and Quan Tong gave it generously.

The two parties exchanged items in a friendly manner and waved goodbye. Feng Changyin dragged a dozen of his big fish back to the court to cook.

When Zhuchen and the others arrived, Feng Buye had not returned yet. Zhang Shiwen quickly came forward to complain to her, saying that monks from the Yu Yuan Sect came to cause trouble and were now tied up by them.

Zhuchen glanced at Zhao Gutai, who was sleeping on the ground and was drooling. The corners of his lips twitched, not quite understanding.

Zhang Shiwen made exaggerated gestures with his hands in the air and said: "The Immortal Lord cast a spell here yesterday. The sky was full of rays of light. It rushed out from five wells and finally fell into the middle. I think the Immortal Lord had a plan.

After all, this kid stumbled."

Feng Changyin would say: "Master must have placed a five-party guard. If nothing happens, the fact that he can do this shows that he is just a dabbler."

Since you don't have any skills, there is no need to take it to heart.

Zhuchen sighed with emotion: "Master is so kind."

Feng Changyin thought of what happened last night, pushed her with his elbow and said, "So don't blame Master for punishing you."

Zhuchen: "...Master won't punish me. Forget it, I won't tell you."

Feng Changyin's fish had already been killed, so he handed it over directly and asked everyone to grill it and eat it fresh.

Zhang Shiwen and others readily agreed and set up several fires using discarded wood on the ground.

Zhuchen announced again that there would be no shortage of food in the future. Everyone was happy. Seeing that she liked to drink porridge last night, they also stewed the porridge.

Zhuchen spoke to everyone and ran towards the demon world, calling his master to come back and eat fish. He met Feng Buye halfway, so he walked back with him.

Feng Buye looked a little tired, he must have been practicing in the devil world. He asked Zhuchen about what happened this morning, and after hearing it, he responded lightly, and when he returned to the bamboo house, he was ready to go in.

Zhuchen grabbed his sleeve and called, "Master, let's sit together?"

Feng Buye lowered his eyes and looked at his sleeves without making a sound.

"Master, this fish is so big, let me share some with you." Zhuchen said softly, "It's been a long time since you had dinner with us."

Feng Buye hesitated for a moment, nodded, and went to sit down.

Zhang Shiwen and others were flattered. This was the first time that Feng Buye sat with them. He quickly gave up his seat and chose the biggest fish and placed it in front of them.

Zhao Gutai is a really capable person. Even though everyone was noisy, it didn't affect his sound sleep at all. Zhuchen and others didn't call him, they just wanted to see when he would wake up.

As a result, after the fish became fragrant, the young man's nose arched and he quickly woke up from his sleep.

Zhuchen saw it and thought it was funny.
To be continued...