In the main building of Feiying Fort, there were dozens of important figures of the Huan family, all of whom had pale faces and ashen hearts.
The master of the castle, Huan Yang, never imagined that the Immortal Master of Taipingshan whom his friends from all over the world hired with huge sums of money would be the real culprit.
There are four braziers placed in the corners around the lobby, and the pine and cypress branches inside have long been burned out. The immortal master said before that this main building is a key location that the evil demons have been coveting for a long time, so everyone must be summoned to gather here, and then
He then used the method of court burning, supplemented by Taipingshan's unique talisman, to set up an array to eliminate filth, and then the evil heretics with ulterior motives would have no chance to take advantage of it.
He also said that only after ensuring the safety of the main building, he would go out alone to slay demons and do justice for heaven.
Of course Flying Eagle Castle has no objections.
The black clouds outside were overwhelming, making people feel sick and stuffy. It was obvious that they had encountered a real demon. They were a group of ruthless men from the Flying Eagle Castle. For the sake of their family's survival, they went to raise swords against the enemy, even those who faced the agarwood country.
Respecting the heroes of the devil's path is naturally obligatory, and if you die, you will die.
But if they were asked to fight against ghosts and ghosts, just thinking about it made them feel numb, they couldn't help but feel frightened, and their yang energy was a little weaker.
Huan Yang did not completely trust this Taipingshan Immortal Master before. Even though this person had an immortal demeanor and was like a banished immortal from the world, and was a matchmaker of close friends from all over the world, Huan Yang still did not dare to take it lightly. This is the mentality that a wealthy family must have.
, so when the man was leading the horse for a stroll in the streets and alleys, he asked the old steward He Ya to follow him closely in the name of leading the way. At that time, the pines and cypresses were lit, and the fragrance was fragrant, and it was indeed full of awe-inspiring righteousness.
Although He Ya is not an expert in the rough channel method by chance, he has followed Mr. Huan all over the country in his early years, and he can be regarded as a knowledgeable veteran. He is sure that the immortal master's methods are upright and upright.
The desperate Flying Eagle Castle finally took a piece of reassurance.
So half an hour ago, the white-clothed immortal master, holding a fly whisk in one hand and a pen rolled up in his sleeve, wrote a series of alchemy scripts and talismans on the large nanmu pillars in the lobby, with flowing clouds and flowing water, which was pleasing to the eye.
He Ya, who serves as the teacher of Feiying Castle, even stayed with him and took the initiative to hold the box of bright cinnabar for the immortal master.
At that moment, Old Master He Ya was slumped on a chair, his eyes wide open with bloodshot eyes, staring at the man in white standing between Huan Yang and his wife, wishing he could drink his blood and eat his flesh.
An old man of his age has long looked down on the world and has no heirs. Every extra day he lives is God's mercy. What is the fear of death? But He Ya can't imagine how he will have the face to face the Huan family after his death.
Ancestors and ancestors.
Most of the people who are eligible to sit in the lobby are elderly people named Fei Yingbao Huan. In addition to the fighting in the alley that year, most of them have suffered from long-lasting injuries. Their energy and blood have been exhausted, and they have inhaled the pines and cypresses that grew out of the brazier courtyard.
After the smoke, everyone's face was black and blue, and their limbs were twitching. They were afraid that they would die on their own without the man in white doing anything.
As for the young disciples who have no seats, they stand behind the seniors in each room. They often have low martial arts skills and collapse to the ground one by one. The younger disciples with better cultivation can still sit cross-legged, meditate on their luck, and try to keep themselves awake.
The tall man in white still held the snow-white whisk, but gently pressed the shoulder of the fort master Huan Yang with one hand, and said with a smile: "Fort master Huan Yang does not need to blame himself. He feels that he is luring the wolf into the house. I have such a plan on the Flying Eagle Castle."
, I just want to save some energy, and if we really want to fight, you guys, martial arts heroes, will still inevitably die. You have been working hard for decades, with calculations in mind but not care. It is better to calculate at the top and at the bottom. Who will die if you don’t die? "
The lady next to Huan Yang was trembling. In the lobby, only her face looked normal. She should not have been poisoned by the smoke from Ting Liao, but she had already been frightened out of her mind. After all, she was only from the Flying Eagle Castle.
A native woman who likes to stay quiet and dislikes movement. Apart from a few occasional spring and autumn outings, she has never been more than a hundred miles away from Flying Eagle Castle in her life. How can she withstand such a storm?
The tall man raised his hand from Huan Yang's shoulder and pinched the woman's cheek. His movements were gentle and full of love and affection.
But it is not the lustful look of a man coveting beauty, but a craftsman looking at a work that he is most proud of in his life.
He reluctantly took back his hand and said with a smile: "Fortunately, that inexplicable battle did not affect our Flying Eagle Castle. Once someone with an intention to see through this plan, we would really lose everything. In fact, according to the previous plan
, you can still enjoy the peaceful years for another half year, but my master is really afraid of those fellow monks who are beating people to death. What should I do if it attracts the attention of the Fuji Sect again? So as soon as I received the secret message
, came immediately."
In the lobby, no one could speak, so the immortal master felt that it was a bit boring, there was no one to support him, and it was a bit of a fly in the ointment.
The tall man looked at everyone present and said sarcastically: "Are you lucky enough to think that the old Taoist priest and the young Taoist priest can save you? I advise you to give up on this idea. I can't kill a five-level cultivator with just one slap.
, he is lucky. The reason why he is left alone is nothing more than the little energy, blood and spiritual energy of the master and apprentice, and it also has some icing on the cake."
He regretted a little. If he had known this, he shouldn't have put so many secret medicines in those pine and cypress branches. It was so boring for a room full of mutes to not even curse, let alone kowtow to beg for mercy.
Before his master took action and the overall situation was decided, he wanted to have some fun. He looked around, and finally his eyes rested on a woman who was lucky enough to resist medicine. He really couldn't tell in advance that such a delicate woman,
He is also a hidden martial artist of the four realms. It is extremely difficult for a woman to have such martial arts training.
He moved forward slowly, knelt down and held her chin. The woman had a resolute look on her face and sharp eyes.
He smiled slightly, took out an exquisite porcelain bottle with a discernible shine from his sleeve, turned his head, and caught a glimpse of a young man who looked exactly like a woman. He was weak and had already fallen to the ground. His limbs were twitching, he rolled his eyes, and vomited.
White foam, your life is not long.
The man's eyes lit up. It was interesting. He actually had some aptitude for cultivating Taoism. If he was thrown into a third-rate sect, he might be a highly regarded direct disciple. Since he had nothing to do, let him help him along the way. Whether this kid would succeed or not,
Whether he can survive and become an outer disciple of his master's sect depends on his luck.
But before that, whether he lives or dies, the young man has a wonderful blessing to enjoy, and the rest of the people in the hall have to feast their eyes on it.
The man pretending to be a monk from Taiping Mountain stretched out his finger and put it between the young man's eyebrows. Then he lifted it casually and brought out a wisp of smelly green smoke, which condensed into a ball. He flicked his fingers and the smoke dissipated in the lobby.
middle.
The handsome young man woke up immediately. Just as he was about to say something, the man slapped a vermilion pill into his mouth.
He threw the young man into the middle of the hall, then waved the whisk to disperse the pure Qi in the woman's body that was struggling to withstand the poisonous pine and cypress fog, and then moved her to the young man's side like a cloud.
The man smiled and said: "Everyone, enjoy it."
The young man's face was flushed, his body was curled up, and he was shaking. When he saw the woman, his eyes gradually became hot, and he slowly crawled toward her.
The man clicked his tongue and said: "We evil sects are not as good as those big sects who are steady and step by step. Some of the visualization methods are not only deviant, but also contrary to secular etiquette. The most hateful thing is that
In the end, the achievements are limited, and even touching the threshold of the Golden Core Realm is a luxury."
At this point, the man felt a little resentful, and then he smiled and said to the young man: "But don't look down on Guanhai, Longmen, little guy, if you eat my Nanke Dan, which has infinite uses, you
Now that the mind is relaxed, it is a rare feeling of enlightenment, but one of the seven emotions and six desires in the heart will be infinitely magnified. This is also a secret that is not passed down by our master. As for what kind of emotions and desires, Nan Kedan has a secret
Correspondingly, the one I rewarded you with is the most expensive one, so don’t waste it. As long as you maintain a trace of clarity from beginning to end, just indulge in pleasure during the period, survive until the end, and I will accept you as a disciple.
, your early cultivation path will definitely be smooth, and it is possible to reach the middle five realms."
The woman was panicked, but her body could not move, and she finally showed a trace of despair and fear.
The man said deceptively to the young man: "Don't worry, everyone in the lobby will die, so you don't have to have any scruples. Heaven is ruthless, and there is no good or evil in cultivation..."
The tall man was shocked, raised his head suddenly, and held the fly whisk tightly, as if facing a formidable enemy.
I saw someone yawning lazily on the beam. He looked down at the evil monk, took out the bamboo fan from his sleeve, and started to fan it slightly, "Are you boring enough to like talking to yourself so much?"
It is Lutai.
The man narrowed his eyes and said, "My friend, are you and the young man carrying the sword passing by to watch the show this time, or are you trying to do bad things? In other words, in the mountains outside Flying Eagle Castle, you two were the right ones.
Middle man?"
Lu Tai glanced at the young man on the ground who was obsessed with lust, and let out a series of tuts, with a look of disgust on his face: "Do you think everything is due to that harmful pill? I might as well tell you the truth, you are lustful at the moment
, at least 30% to 40%, it came from your own mind. No wonder you were attracted by this guy at a glance, because you are not a good person in the first place."
The young man, whose hand was almost touching the woman's knee, began to struggle. His heart and body were like this, and blood oozed from his seven orifices, but it was black blood. His face was covered with blood, and he was rolling on the ground.
The tall man was indifferent, but he felt a little pity for the elixir. After the "Gentleman from Liang Shang" revealed the secret, the young man's fragile Taoist heart was shattered.
Originally, if the young man did not have anyone else to help him break through the window paper, he could go all the way to the dark side. In fact, it was also considered a way out. It was really possible for the young man to become a disciple of a man and embark on the path of spiritual practice.
Lu Tai looked indifferent, put his fingers together, and stroked lightly from top to bottom.
The natal flying sword named Needle Point shot out of the air and struck straight at the painful young man.
The woman spat out a mouthful of blood and shouted to Lu Tai, "No!"
The tip of the flying sword, which was only an inch away from the young man's neck, suddenly stopped.
Lu Tai looked at the woman with tears on her face and said: "It will be easier if he dies. If you walk out of here alive today, either he will kill you out of cruelty and then fall into the devil again, or he will die in the following years."
, suffocating yourself to death with other people’s words.”
The woman just shook her head and murmured repeatedly: "Please don't kill him, please don't kill him..."
The man held a fly whisk and asked with a smile: "I'm curious, how did you break into this formation quietly?"
Lu Tai held a fan in one hand and rested on the beam with the other. He smiled and said: "When it comes to formations, there seems to be no one in the world who is more powerful than my ancestors. Do you think it's irritating?"
The man laughed, but the laughter stopped suddenly, and his figure began to move around in an instant. The snow-white whisk in his hand with the word "Quyou" engraved on it made bursts of whistling wind and thunder in the air. Every time he waved the whisk,
There will be a silk thread made from the tail of some kind of mountain spirit beast, which will break away from the whisk and shoot towards the platform above the beam.
The whisk threads turned into white snakes as thick as arms in mid-air, with a pair of wings. They exuded cold air and moved as fast as lightning.
Lu Tai ignored the dozens of white snakes. He closed the bamboo fan with a snap and began to use it as a writing brush to write symbols on the beams. Under the "pen tip" on the top of the bamboo fan, simple silver words and patterns continued to appear.
It flowed out, and then those characters that looked like living creatures began to flow around along the beams, pillars, and the ground, immersed in the originally existing alchemy scripts, and covered them one by one.
To be continued...