[A nine thousand word chapter.]

evening.

In a dark cabin.

Liao Xun and Eunuch Liao bowed slightly with their backs and stood respectfully in front of an earthen kang.

A young man with messy hair, old clothes, dressed like a wanderer, with a pale face and a smooth chin, sat cross-legged on the earthen kang, peeling edamame and drinking wine, and asked nonchalantly:

"Have you confirmed your identity? Don't you have the same name?"

His voice was a little hoarse, as if his throat was broken, or as if he was deliberately speaking at a lowered voice.

Despite this, you can still vaguely hear that his voice is somewhat soft and delicate.

Liao Xun cupped his hands and replied respectfully:

"Back to Mr. Ding, I took a closer look at his appearance and asked someone to inquire about his origins. It is indeed Shen Lang of Yingzhou Prefecture."

The young man with a pale face and smooth chin threw a few edamame beans into his mouth and asked again:

"Having disappeared for more than two months, has his strength improved?"

Liao Xun solemnly said:

"This boy's strength has indeed improved a lot. More than two months ago, when the bounty was first announced on the black market, his martial arts was only at the seventh level. Now he seems to have developed internal strength and has a sixth level. But I don't know how deep his internal strength is.

, how pure the skill is.”

Lord Ding disagreed:

"In just over two months, even if you can cultivate your internal strength, how deep and pure will your skill be? This kind of martial arts is not worth mentioning. But his magic...

"Although the 'Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts' is just a joke. At most, you can only practice one or two at the third level. If you reach the sixth level and above, you will not have the time and energy to practice at the same time. But when he was in Yingzhou, he had used magic to kill people.

For a warrior who has passed the fifth level, his magic cannot be underestimated. Can you find out the details of his magic?"

Liao Xun pondered for a while and said slowly:

"The average time for even the geniuses of the Taoist Academy to learn a ninth-level spell is a whole month. How can Shen Lang, no matter how talented he is, be able to surpass the average level of the Taoist academy students and even reach the level of the 'Little Celestial Master'?"

'Lian Yunxiao's situation?

"It has only been more than two months, so the villain speculates that his spell cultivation should still be at the eighth level. After entering the Taoist Academy, there may be a certain improvement, but it will never improve too much in a short period of time. Don't worry, sir.

The villain has found an assistant who will keep a close eye on him and find out what spells he has practiced in the Taoist temple."

Master Ding nodded with satisfaction and asked again:

"Have you found a scapegoat?"

Liao Xun smiled and said:

"Master Hui Ding, I have found a replacement for the dead ghost. He is a Taoist student named Zhou Shicheng. He is from Hezhou Prefecture. He is ambitious and wants to make progress. He was once the proud man in his hometown. When he entered the Taoist Academy at the beginning of the year, he was also very prosperous.

For a while.

"It's a pity that his talent is a 'pseudo talent'. Two years before he entered the Taoist Academy, he advanced rapidly to the seventh level. But now five years have passed, and he still only has a seventh level cultivation level.

"It's not that the Yuan Shen's qualifications are insufficient. Zhou Shicheng's ability to practice the 'contemplation method' is actually quite good. Now the Yuan Shen has reached the fifth-level realm, which is wisdom, and his understanding is limited. He cannot understand or learn the secret spells of the sixth level or above.

I can't even learn a single sixth-level spell.

"I refuse to admit the reality, and always hope to break through the 'lower third level' and reach the sixth or even fifth level.

"Nowadays, there are no wealthy businessmen or powerful people who are willing to support his practice. He looks down upon those who are willing to support him. He is not good at alchemy, he is not good at weapon refining, and he is only half-assed at making talismans and formations.

.

"Therefore, he has no way to make money by selling elixirs, magic weapons, and talismans. He has been short of money in the past few years, which also makes him blame the lack of money for the reason why his cultivation has stagnated. He has become a little paranoid.

Demonic.

"And if you kill Shen Lang, you can get 50,000 silver dollars. A second-level official with real power, if he only relies on his salary and annual silver rewards, he will have to save for seventeen or eight years without eating or drinking. Faced with this

The sky-high price bounty, the villain can bewitch you at will, and he will be stunned..."

After describing in detail how to persuade Zhou Shicheng and dispel his doubts, Liao Xun said again:

"It was Zhou Shicheng who came into contact with the boy named Shen and found out his details. I will not have any contact with the boy named Shen.

"After the matter is completed, all we need to do is kill Mi Kou named Zhou, and if the villain stays away a little further, even Yan Tianying and Wanfa Zhenren will be helpless.

"We really have to get to the bottom of it. If we really find out the truth for them, will they still dare to fall out with His Majesty?"

When Lord Ding heard this, he glanced at Liao Xun coldly and said calmly:

"As slaves, we can only share your Majesty's worries, but we must not bring him any trouble. Even if you and I are dead, we can't let this matter involve His Majesty, do you understand?"

Liao Xun was so excited that he fell to his knees:

"What Master Ding said is that I should keep this in mind. Even if I die, I will not let Yan Tianying and Chang Yu really involve your majesty."

Master Ding hummed in a long tone, peeled a few more edamame beans, drank a small glass of wine, and then said calmly:

"When we do it, I will send you a 'Ding Hao' who is at the fifth level of martial arts. After that, you will be responsible for dealing with Zhou Shicheng. That 'Ding Hao' will disappear from the world. As for you...

"Change your identity from now on, hide your name, and go to the Eighth Prince's 'Secret Tower' to work."

Liao Xun kowtowed respectfully:

"It's all up to Master Ding's arrangement."

…

Seven days later.

Zhou Shicheng came to the Sutra Collection Hall and found an acquaintance who was doing odd jobs here to earn tuition and was responsible for registering people who came and went. He pushed a silver dollar over and asked:

"The new Shen Lang, has he been staying in the Sutra Collection Hall these days?"

"Senior Brother Zhou, you're welcome."

The junior brother put away the silver coins with a smile, picked up the register, looked through it for a while, and said with a smile:

"That's right, Shen Lang has been in the Sutra Collection Hall for the past seven days. Not only did he pay for three meals a day, but he also rented a small single room and never left at night. He spent at least twenty silver dollars every day. He is really wealthy.

Guy."

The official salary of a Qipin County Magistrate for one month is only twenty silver dollars. That guy named Shen Lang spends one day in the Sutra Collection Hall as much as the official salary of a Qipin County Magistrate for one month. Doesn’t he have a lot of money?

Zhou Shicheng frowned slightly and said to himself seven days ago, when Shen Lang first entered the Taoist Temple, in order to gain his trust, I told him everything about the pit in the Buddhist Scripture Hall, but he was still in the Buddhist Scripture Hall.

Self-study in the palace?

You are really young and frivolous, and you don’t know the heights of the world!

Zhou Shicheng secretly despised Shen Lang and asked again:

"Which secret magic scrolls has he read these days? Which secret magic scrolls did he borrow to understand?"

In seven days, unless Shen Lang is a peerless genius like "Little Heavenly Master" Lian Yunxiao who is expected to be in the first rank, under normal circumstances, he will not be able to learn even a ninth rank spell.

Therefore, in Zhou Shicheng's opinion, Shen Lang might have read through many secret magic scrolls, but in the end he would definitely only choose one that he liked and understood.

The junior brother looked at the record book and said with a smile:

"The younger brother doesn't know which secret scrolls Shen Lang has read. After all, when he was reading the classics in the palace, it was impossible for the younger brother to follow him and keep an eye on him. However, the secret scroll he brought to the private room was just one."

"Qi Binding Technique". He has not left his private room for the past seven days, and he must be concentrating on this technique."

Air Binding, a ninth-grade spell, can emit a rope formed by condensed air currents to tightly bind the target from head to toe. It is a technique that combines control and capture.

As the cultivation level of this technique increases, the number and strength of the airflow ropes will increase accordingly.

The "Qi Binding Technique" used by ninth-level monks can only capture eighth-level warriors. But if fifth-level monks use this technique, they can capture even fourth-level warriors who have not yet reached the Dacheng realm.

"It is reasonable for people from the Shencat Hall to practice this technique."

Zhou Shicheng nodded slowly and thoughtfully, took out another gold lock and handed it over:

"Junior brother, please help me keep an eye on Shen Lang. I want to know how long it took him to practice the 'Qi Binding Technique'. If he continues to practice in the future, please help me pay attention to which spell he has learned."

The junior fellow apprentice took the gold coin, weighed it and found that it was almost two ounces heavy. He immediately laughed so hard that his teeth could not see his eyes:

"Senior Brother Zhou is so polite! Don't worry, Senior Brother, I will definitely help Senior Brother keep an eye on Shen Lang and understand his every move!"

Senior Brother Zhou nodded with satisfaction and warned again:

"Don't let him know that I asked about him."

The teacher nodded again and again:

"Senior brother, don't worry, little brother, don't worry."

…

In a cramped single room with only one bed, table and chair, Shen Lang was sitting cross-legged on the couch, practicing with his eyes closed.

The "Qi Binding Technique" scroll was placed randomly on the table and was never opened at all - this scroll was just a borrowed prop to deceive others and mislead those with ulterior motives.

In other words, on the first day when he came to the Sutra Collection Hall, Shen Lang was like a mouse entering a rice barn. He scanned hundreds of spells ranging from ninth grade to fifth grade in one breath, and stored them all in the little moon of Demon Taming Art.

As for spells of level four and above, it's not that he doesn't want to scan them.
To be continued...