Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(29)

"Then you can't come out with Nightmare." Kong Qu watched Mr. Nightmare shrink into a ball in Fang Yanchu's hands, and the whole human body was haunted by sleepiness. It seemed that Fang Yanchu had locked him up with a secret method. "How can this be my family?"

Speaking of which, he suddenly became uncertain, and asked Fang Yanchu with a frown, "Should it be counted? I am an acquired demon, he is an innate demon, and we are half of the same race?"

"That's not how you count." Fang Yanchu was used to Kong Qu's lack of common sense, and put the nightmare into Ji Qianshan's hands, and replied, "You are an innate spiritual being, even if you die and turn into ashes, you are still an innate spiritual being." If not, Tiandao would not acquiesce that you have lived under my protection for so many years. As for him, he has nothing to do with you."

Kong Qu mourned for three seconds in silence for his "fellow clan" whom he couldn't beat, and then he left him behind, excitedly approaching Fang Yanchu and asked, "Brother Fang, what did you encounter inside?"

If someone told Kong Qu that a mere nightmare could trap Fang Yanchu, then Kong Qu would never believe it, but he felt uncertain, what if this nightmare had any clever tricks.

Fang Yanchu didn't know that he had turned the power of this nightmare into a powerful demon step by step. He shook his head and said, "It's nothing, we chatted inside for a while."

"..." It turned out that I was thinking too much.

Kong Qu continued to ask: "You guys stayed for so long after Qian Shan went in, what were you talking about?"

"You really want to know?" Fang Yanchu knew that Kong Qu didn't want to find out about him, but just instinctively, and he especially liked to get to the bottom of it.

After all, it is a bird, even if it is a natural spiritual creature, it cannot escape its instinct.

"I think so," Kong Qu nodded honestly, "I think so much."

His instincts were further aroused after he became enchanted. Now if he hadn't been hanging on looking for holy objects, he might have set up an intelligence department at random, and made a fortune by pouring out some messy news.

"Give him the nightmare from Qian Shan." Fang Yanchu pointed at Kong Qu with his chin, signaling Ji Qianshan to hand over the nightmare to Kong Qu, "You help me take him for a while and I'll tell you."

"Take him?" Kong Qu pointed at the nightmare with disdain, "This is a demon, you let me take him, are you afraid that one day he will kill me? Or I will kill him?"

"Aren't you half of the same clan? The lowest demon clan doesn't kill each other, so you shouldn't be like this?" Fang Yanchu turned a deaf ear to his dislike, and just said, "You have to take him for more than three months, three Bring him to Lingyun Palace a month later, and you must not leave him during this period."

"Tsk, then I have to take him with me when I take a shower or go to the toilet?"

"You have been enchanted for so many years. There must always be one or two formulas that restrict the five senses of others, right? Just use them at that time. I only have one request. You must guarantee that he will come to see me alive in three months. If there is any mistake, Don't even think about seeing Xuantian."

His words seemed to hit Kong Qu's weak spot, and Kong Qu's disgusted expression suddenly subsided, and he slowly took the nightmare from Ji Qianshan's hand: "Is this nightmare related to the sacred object?"

"No." Fang Yanchu shook his head, "But he is related to my lost memory. After you find all the four holy objects, I must find my own memory, so that I can help you."

His words were clear, but Kong Qu could hear a hint of danger from his flat tone.

There is only one reason Fang Yanchu asked him to carry the nightmare with him and not leave for a while, and that was because he was afraid of the nightmare's death.

And with Fang Yanchu's strength, instead of bringing the nightmare with him, he handed over such an important thing to Kong Qu, which only means one possibility, that is, Fang Yanchu feels that his side is more dangerous than Kong Qu's, so that his strength is not enough. There is no way to fully take care of the nightmare.

"I understand." He picked up the nightmare preciously, and used his own method to weave a small cage around the nightmare's body, with a silk ribbon hanging from the outside of the cage.Kong Qu carefully tied the silk sash around his waist, his movements were already quite ancient, and he tied a small straw cage to make it look more elegant and elegant.

He accepted it solemnly, but Ji Qianshan gave it reluctantly.He was the one who caught the nightmare in the first place. Fang Yanchu has high mana, but to deal with the nightmare who can escape into the dream at any time, the method is of course not as fast as Ji Qianshan's manipulating the evil spirit.

Right now Ji Qianshan is having fun.

Lingyun Palace is the mansion of the sage, not to mention that it is also a rare place for immortals in the world, and it is a place where evil spirits walk around.Except for a little black cat who had turned into a demon and rushed to die, Ji Qianshan was the only one with evil spirit.

The little black cat is so small that he can't enjoy playing with it.

On the contrary, this Nightmare is a good toy, with a strong and powerful body, Ji Qianshan took out the evil spirit in his body, put it on the palm of his hand for a while, and then stuffed it back. Seeing the face of Mengmai who dared not speak out, he was so happy .

Nightmare, who finally got out of the clutches of the demon, was so happy. The Nightmare family lives by dreams. Being forcibly separated from the dream is already uncomfortable. Being trapped by Fang Yanchu is even more uncomfortable, and it is uncomfortable to be played with by Ji Qianshan, a child. The speed and humiliation have already exploded.

Don't say that Kong Qu is a big demon who is born with spiritual creatures, even if the opposite is a begging bowl, Nightmare can happily jump into it.

But within 2 minutes of Mengmai being happy, Kong Qu added another layer of confinement, and was dangled around his waist as an ornament.

He stared blankly in the cage, swaying with the pace of Kong Qu's actions, and found it difficult to describe his feelings in words.

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Do you have some serious illnesses in your cultivation?

Outside, Kong Qu was shaking the new pendant on his waist, and he was thinking about calling an ambulance for Jizhenzhen, who was still fainting on the ground: "He is so old, he won't die here, right? ——Overseas Isn’t the ambulance expensive?”

Fang Yanchu closed his eyes to calculate the location of the Essence of the East China Sea, and at the same time took the time to give Jiji a glance, and said: "I can't die, his life expectancy is still a hundred years."

"He can live quite well." Kong Qu sighed. "I heard that he is 120 years old. If there are another hundred years, wouldn't he live for 220 years? Would he be considered an old goblin among mortals?"

Hearing this, Fang Yanchu didn't even lift his eyelids, but closed his eyes and said, "It's not difficult for a cultivator to live for more than two hundred years."

"That's right, although he's not very good at learning, he's still a cultivator." Kong Qu pondered for a while, thinking that the old man was in good health, and even his hundred-year lifespan was not a fake, and he wouldn't be able to lie on the ground for a while. When he was sick, he simply moved him to the corner next to him, "Let's talk about it when he wakes up, or when someone finds him."

"Didn't he say respect and respect for the elderly? What is that?" Ji Qianshan asked.

"Human stuff," Kong Qu clapped his hands to shake off the dust, "In terms of age, your master and I are more than enough to be his ancestors. We are all cultivators, so it's meaningless to say such nonsense. "

"Just don't hurt your life."

This is a matter of principle recognized by the monastic circles. Is there any major issue that we can't sit down and have a meeting to solve together?

Except for some irreconcilable contradictions, everyone's way of solving problems is generally relatively gentle, with life as the bottom line.

However, it is recognized that it is recognized that this rule is not universal, or it only works among practitioners of the same level.

Just like the Daoist organization, He Pingsheng, a disciple of the inner sect, beheaded the elder Zheng Dongjian of the outer sect with a single sword, and he couldn't even stir up a wave within the Daoist organization.Because He Pingsheng and Zheng Dongjian are not monks of the same level.

As for Fang Yanchu, he has distanced himself from ordinary ascetics, and all saints are ants.In Fang Yanchu's eyes, everyone is the same, whether a real person lives or dies according to the rules has nothing to do with him.

"Forget it, leave him alone." Kong Qu was a few steps away from Fang Yanchu, and he strode over, "Have you found the whereabouts of the spirit of the East China Sea?"

"Where did you find that rock?"

Kong Qu took out the beautiful blue stone from his pocket, put it in his palm, and said, "It's right here."

"Bring it here." Fang Yanchu grabbed the stone from his palm, pulled Ji Qianshan's wrist and said without looking back, "Come with me."

Kong Qu followed him with confidence. In his perception, if the most reliable person in the world is Xuantian Lord, the second most reliable person must be this Long You Lord.It's just that this Lord Longyou didn't like to meddle in other people's business back then, otherwise he wouldn't be as famous as Lord Xuantian.

Xuan Tianjun is naturally very good in Kong Qu's heart, but there is one thing that is not good, that is, he is not as lazy as Long Youjun.If I could be a little lazy, now why, why...

He looked at Fang Yanchu's back and couldn't help but think of his back then. He thought that this Lord Long You had never walked in the front of the three of them, and he had always walked in the back in a foolish way.

Fang Yanchu walked deeper and deeper, and at the last few stalls, few people came to pick stones. The stall owners here did not greet anyone, but just lazily leaned in front of the car to smoke. When they saw Fang Yanchu and the three of them, they kowtowed Knocking on the soot: "Just pick whatever you want, no one wants anything."

Kong Qu can vaguely see whether the stones are good or bad in the past few days. These few stones are "lack of goodness" in a good word, or "crooked melons and dates" in a blunt manner. Basically, they are worthless. No wonder the price is low.

Fang Yanchu pointed to a stone without any hesitation, and said as if commanding: "I want this one, you can untie it now."

The stall owner was also unambiguous. Originally, there was a stone-removing machine on the stall. Fang Yanchu paid the money and was straightforward.

After one cut, the surface of the knife is clean, except for a mirror-like stone.

"This piece." Fang Yanchu changed another piece.

Then solve it, and it's empty again.

"This piece."