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Zhao Rong'an was surprised when he heard this, and thought to himself, is there something wrong with the gathering of dead energy?

The more he looked at the black mist outside the breathing array, the more uneasy he felt.

Wang Chu and the peasants in the village tossed and tossed all day, and still missed the finishing work.

As the sun was setting and the light was dim, Wang Chu decided to do things the next day.The village head, Wu Laosan, was extremely courteous. He slapped his chest and gave up his own house, and immediately took his wife to sleep in a relative's small house.

The ruffian Wang Chu naturally occupied the magpie's nest unceremoniously, and dragged Zhao Rong'an into the village chief's house - the largest house in the whole village.

The house was much bigger than the thatched house on the wilderness of Zhigu, and it had all the utensils, Wang Chu was very satisfied.

After washing in the evening, Zhao Rong'an told Wang Chu what he had heard from the peasant women during the day, and Wang Chu nodded, indicating that he and the villagers also heard about it when they were building cars.

Zhao Rong'an asked tentatively: "Young Xianyou, is there a way to get rid of this dead air?"

Wang Chu glanced at Zhao Rongan, smiled and said: "Then you have to go to the source to find out."

Zhao Rong reassured that Wang Chu was just an outer disciple of the Wang family, and he might not be able to deal with this fierce death, but as long as he was willing to repay his master and invite more powerful people from the Wang family, he would find a solution Well, I don't know, these villagers can't wait.

After thinking about it, he discussed with Wang Chu.

Wang Chu said with a mysterious smile, "How do you know that there is nothing I can do?"

After talking for a few more words, for some reason, Zhao Rong'an finally became sleepy, and saw that Wang Chu was still looking for his exquisite cloth pocket in a daze, and he didn't know what he was planning.

Not long after, Zhao Rongan touched the bed and fell asleep peacefully.

This sleep was sound and sweet, and when Zhao Rongan woke up in the middle of the night, it was midnight, he turned over and sat up, only to find that Wang Chu was not in the room.About to turn over the quilt and get out of bed, he suddenly found a faint curse mark imprinted on his wrist at some point.

The curse is very small, like a finely divided laurel, light yellow, painted on the skin inconspicuously, and it is about to fade away.

Zhao Rongan stroked it up, and even gently rubbed off a corner of the laurel. He looked at the tiny curse mark, and unconsciously traced it with his fingers in the air according to the shape of the curse array. He drew it back and forth several times. A picture floated in my mind, it was someone teaching me how to draw this kind of laurel, and the formation technique in front of me was the same.

Zhao Rong'an hurriedly followed the picture to go deeper into his memories, but he could no longer see the person's face clearly.

He knocked on his head, but he could only remember that it was a spell of calming the gods, a small array technique to induce sleep, and it was harmless to others. Zhao Rongan sighed, a little disappointed.

Disappointed, Zhao Rong'an was shocked, thinking that Wang Chu should be the only one who knows formation techniques here, but what about Wang Churen, what did he do?

Zhao Rongan went to the sedative spell array on his body, put on the cotton clothes in the daytime, and went out to look for Wang Chu. He remembered the sedative spell, but he didn't know how he learned it, which made Zhao Rongan fall into confusion again .Subconsciously, Zhao Rongan felt that Wang Chu could answer this question.

The moon was waning on an autumn night, and everything was silent. There was a light rain in the evening, so that the night was still humid.The muddy ground is wet, mixed with the aroma of green grass, which is misty and scattered in the air.

Wang Chu set up formations during the day, and the ground of the village was still continuously transformed into vitality. These vitality emerged from the ground and filled the village, but once they spread out, it was like hitting the black mist outside the boundary. Trapped, offset.

In the north of this impoverished village, in the direction of the hill, there is still a large area of ​​death coming here. This Wujia Village is just too close and has been affected. The root cause is not resolved. Once the effectiveness of the formation is over, the villagers will still be pushed into a desperate situation.

Realizing this problem, Zhao Rongan frowned.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard the sharp cry of crows and birds, and that cry came from the place where the death energy diffused.

But even humans and animals can't bear this death, so how can there be birds to roost there!

Could it be that Wang Chu was there?Zhao Rong'an was worried, so he walked quickly, determined to find out the source of his death.

As soon as Zhao Rong'an walked out of the village and went beyond the coverage of Wang Chu's formation, he felt that he had fallen into the mist, and the surrounding light seemed to be taken away, and he could barely distinguish his position by relying on the faint light of the crescent moon outside the fog.

Zhao Rongan walked along the fields, detected the light reflected by the flowing water of the ditches, and went deep into the dense fog with great difficulty. When he got out of the end of the dozens of acres of cultivated land, he had to climb the hills again.

The hills are not high, but there are tall and messy vegetation, coupled with the dim light, there is a dark and strange atmosphere, which makes people depressed.

Zhao Rongan gritted his teeth, tightened his cuffs, and groped upwards in the dark under the faint skylight.

The peak of the hill was close in front of him, but Zhao Rongan felt that he had climbed for a long time, and even his straw shoes were worn out a lot, and holes were poked in his cotton coat by branches.

During the climbing process, Zhao Rong'an heard birdsong from time to time, sometimes far away and sometimes near, and couldn't help but become more worried, for fear that something unexpected would happen to Wang Chu when he came here.

Finally reaching the top of the hill, Zhao Rong'an was shocked by the scene before him before he could catch his breath.

But on the other side of the hill, there are continuous gravels and thousands of graves on the flat, and this is actually the burial place of the nearby ten miles and eight towns.

Wujia Village was built near the cemetery, it really is...good Fengshui...

Zhao Rongan's scalp felt numb, and he couldn't move forward any more.

At this moment, the crows began to cry again. Zhao Rongan looked up and saw several black crows circling in the air. Above the cemetery, it looked very miserable.

The crow's sharp claws were glowing with a faint green luster, and it was pacing around, as if watching.

Zhao Rongan bowed his body and hid in the shadow of a giant cypress nearby. He remembered the pile of charms that Wang Chu had stuffed for him before he entered the village, and wanted to take them out in his arms. Only then did he realize that he was afraid of getting wet when he washed before going to sleep. I took out all the charms and put them in my bag and forgot to bring them...

Zhao Rong'an was extremely helpless, he was worried about Wang Chu's safety, and also feared that there might be some mystery in the rubble, and he would also be trapped in it.

Before long, a crow noticed the abnormal movement of the trees here, and flew over with a scream.

Zhao Rongan's scalp was numb, and he secretly said something bad, but he felt a hand come out from behind, covered his mouth, and the other hand pressed down on his shoulder. Wang Chu whispered in his ear: "Don't move."

Zhao Rongan was still in shock, turned his head, and saw Wang Chu's smiling face under the faint moonlight.

"I put a hidden talisman on you, so the stupid crow can't see us anymore." Wang Chu said, and patted Zhao Rongan on the shoulder, "Master Zhao, you are amazing, I have put down the soothing spell for you, is the bed not soft enough, or Staying in the village is not exciting enough, how can you come here by yourself."

Zhao Rongan: "..."

Seeing Zhao Rongan's embarrassment and pretending to be indifferent, Wang Chu really wanted to laugh, but he was afraid of laughing, the other party became angry from embarrassment, and finally decided to change the topic.

"Master Zhao, this cemetery has been turned into a ghost formation, and a person is trapped in the formation." Wang Chu pointed to the densely packed tombs in front of him, and saw strange formations engraved on many tombstones. The death energy is converted through these many tiny magic circles.

The dead air lingered on the surface of the gravel flat, weaving into a big impenetrable net, tightly pressing down on a person in the center of the formation.

It was too far away, and separated by heavy black mist, Zhao Rong'an could only vaguely see that there was indeed a person kneeling on one knee between the graves. don't fall down.

Zhao Rong'an thought for a while and asked: "As the villagers said before, the death anger has shown signs of diminishing in the past two days. Is it because of him?"

Wang Chu nodded and said, "This person is here to break the formation."

Zhao Rong'an's heart moved, and it was really admirable that there was such a righteous man in his heart.

Above the cemetery, crows flapped their wings and flew, sometimes close to the ground, and sometimes perched on the tombstones. They watched with cold eyes the man in the formation struggling to support, waiting for him to be completely crushed.

And the man's hands were already trembling, his vitality seemed to be fading, but he still didn't say a word, curled up there like a stubborn rock.

A crow landed in front of him, withdrew its wings, and said something human: "Those who don't go well will perish."

After the crow finished speaking, he stayed for a long time, but the man still didn't respond, and he didn't even look up.

The crow quacked twice and rushed to the sky, and the rest of the crows gathered in response to the sound and flew in formation, correspondingly forming an array.They flew faster and faster, with the green light on their claws drawing afterimages in the air, forming a shape of a pentagram.

The death energy in the ghost gate formation gradually gathered under the pentagram, and penetrated into the body of the person in the formation. Zhao Rong'an heard that person let out an uncontrollable scream.

The screams were sharp and hoarse, and the pain was unbearable. Zhao Rongan felt depressed and nervous, and felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Tsk tsk tsk, depending on the situation, you can't recruit security, and you want to kill someone." Shaking his head, Wang Chu took out two grass balls from his pocket and threw them on the ground. They became two familiar scarecrows.

"Da Yuan and Xiao Yuan, hurry up and fight for righteousness." Wang Chu chanted the mantra, and the scarecrow immediately took shape like lightning, and quickly descended into the ghost formation under Zhao Rongan's surprised eyes.

5. Cangqi swordsmanship

The ghost gate array uses the tomb as the guide, and the crows and birds as the bureau, gathers the dead energy of ghosts, wipes out the energy of life, and attracts ghost energy from all directions, which is extremely dangerous.

The method of forming this array is extremely complicated, and it is necessary to enter the soul array on each tombstone in the array to suppress the remnant soul of the tomb owner.

The soul formation is a formation that gathers dead energy, and it is complicated to draw, and the difficulty is very high. The number of tombs in the gravel flat ranges from hundreds to hundreds, and it takes a lot of mental energy to complete the drawing one by one.

In addition, it is necessary to capture thirteen black crows alive and refine them into puppets. After the puppets are formed, they are put into the formation. The formation master controls the changes of the formation by manipulating the crows.

A slight mistake in the process of refining the puppet or injecting the soul curse may cause the formation layout to fail, and backfire against the people who set it up.

But this formation has an advantage, that is, once the formation is formed, it is not difficult to manipulate. You only need to manipulate the crow that has become a puppet, and you can change it with your heart, and its power is infinite.

As soon as Wang Chu entered the gravel plain, he felt that this formation has been established for some time. The formation has been in operation for a long time and has a wide range of influence, which is amazing. It belongs to the master level.

And the people trapped in the formation should be just a coincidence, the master of the formation put in so much effort to build this large formation must have a greater use and a deeper purpose.

Therefore, Wang Chu has been on the sidelines to scout, but did not make a move.Unexpectedly, just because the trapped people in the formation vowed to die not to be used by the formation operators, the formation master activated the entire large formation to kill the killers, really killing chickens with a sledgehammer, and it seemed that the formation master had a small belly.

Wang Chu couldn't help shaking his head secretly, extremely disappointed with his master.

So Wang Chu decided to release the puppet scarecrow to kill the spirit of the master.

The scarecrows had concealed talismans on their backs. They shuttled through the bushes and crawled close to the ground. They were extremely fast and looked like two shuttles from a distance. They went out of the hills and rushed to the formation area within a breath.

The black air in the center of the formation was lingering, covering the sky and covering the earth, and only faintly saw countless different grave mounds, among which there were crows wailing and screaming, which looked like hell on earth.

The two scarecrows seemed not to be affected by the death energy at all, they used the graves along the way as a cover, wandered through the gate of ghosts, and slipped quietly behind the two tombstones with soul spells in the formation.

As soon as they passed by, they exploded immediately. The sound of the straw blasting was not loud, but the momentum was overwhelming. Two scarlet flames exploded, and the tombstone was also blown to pieces, and the soul array on the monument was directly blown to pieces.

During the explosion, two almost transparent puppet formation symbols stuck to the ground and floated back from the formation. Zhao Rongan glanced hastily, only to see the formation formation slightly glowing with warm yellow light on the transparent talisman paper. With a stick figure, this is the soul of Dayuan Xiaoyuan.

After the talisman soul came back, he asked for credit and walked around Wang Chu twice before returning to Wang Chu's hands.

The soul formation in the heart of the formation was injured, and the entire ghost formation shook, and the pentagram formed by the crows instantly became chaotic.

The people trapped in the formation were originally crushed to death by the large formation, thinking that they would die for sure, but who would have expected such a sudden change, in astonishment, they hurriedly used the qi imperial technique to break out of the formation.

I saw that man lifted himself up and soared into the air, his sword pointed a cold light, condensed the water vapor of autumn night into his soul, invited the waning moon and the breeze to be his soul, and drew thousands of afterglows of the sword's edge.

He walked in a hurry in the sky, held thirteen swords and flowers, and then broke his heart and thirteen souls. The autumn night breeze suddenly blew up, his figure was floating, and his momentum was like a rainbow.

The formation was counter-suppressed, and the black mist condensed by the death energy suddenly faded away.

The moonlight shone down and sprinkled on the faces and bodies of the people in the formation. Only then did Zhao Rong'an see clearly that the man was very young, not as weak as a crown, he was still a teenager. patch.

Surprisingly, this young man's hair was actually white, and the long hair was scattered in the fierce fight, and under the moonlight, it had an ominous look.

"Cangqi swordsmanship, tsk tsk tsk, this is a member of the Mu family. But their village has always been known for their fame, self-proclaimed romantic, they are always in groups when they come out, how can this be so miserable." Zhao Rongan heard Wang Chu said sarcastic remarks on the side, and couldn't help turning his head and asked: "What is the Mu family?"

Wang Chu chuckled, praised Zhao Rong'an for asking a good question, and then explained: "It's not some powerful characters, but a group of nerds who rely on a few sets of swordsmanship to barely get along with the fifth sect of cultivating immortals."

"What about the other four sects?" Zhao Rongan asked again.

Wang Chu smiled and replied: "Ling Wang Cheng Mushi, the magic circle casts sword poison."

Zhao Rongan asked again: "What do you mean?"

Wang Chu was waiting for an answer, but he felt the ground tremble. He hurriedly dragged Zhao Rongan out of the top of the hill, and hid in the lower-lying mountain culvert.There are water channels for irrigation in the culvert, and some crops should have been planted on this hill before.

The culvert had not been sealed, and there was still a stream flowing in, so as soon as the two of them took refuge, they were half wet, sticky and covered with a lot of mud, and Wang Chu couldn't help but cursed in a low voice.

It turned out that during the conversation between Wang and Zhao, the formation master pressed the formation again and activated the second formation attack.

"Good guy, double formation, it seems that the people who set up the formation are not ordinary." Wang Chu smiled happily, looking like he wanted to see a good show.

Zhao Rong'an frowned, and looked at the field with all his attention.

I saw that the entire gravel floor was shaking, hundreds of tombs were shattered, large pieces of soil rolled down to the side, the dark cracks were full of ghosts, and there were crackling cracks inside. The sound came out, like the sound of bones breaking and rubbing back and forth.

The sound of clicking and chirping mixed with reverberation all over the venue, and it became louder and louder, making one's scalp tingle.

It turns out that the soul curse used in this ghost gate formation is not only used to suppress remnant souls, but also to control ghosts and guard corpses.

Amidst the clattering sounds of bones crawling, the first hand bone was pulled out from the grave, with blue-gray corpse spots attached to it, with rotting flesh, and then, the corpses on the entire gravel floor began to Climbing outside, but the speed of the corpse is probably very slow because the manipulator is not strong enough.

"What a crime." Wang Chu said, frowning.

Seeing this posture, the white-haired boy remained silent. He fell to the ground, and using the sword as a medium, he cast a magic spell. The magic spell carried purple electric light, drilled into the ground along the body of the sword, and then used the tip of the sword as the medium. In the center of the circle, a circle of cracked ice patterns spread out.

The young man recited another tactic, and the sword energy spread along with the cracks, peeling off layers of gravel, breaking through several nearby graves, and falling out of decayed coffins and half-crawled corpses.

"Smart, this sword art is for finding the way, he is looking for the eye of the formation." Wang Chu nodded, and said to Zhao Rongan: "The formation is so excellent, but the manipulation of the formation is an idiot, such a powerful formation It won’t work, look at these corpses crawling slower than snails.”

As Wang Chu said, the white-haired boy was looking for a way to break through the formation. His sword energy turned into purple thunder and walked among the gravel. He seemed to have bumped into something. The boy suddenly realized that he had found the key, and immediately stabbed the sword. Go to the ground and pick out a golden vessel, the vessel is only half the size of a palm, with Taotie carved on it, with the mouth of the Taotie facing the groove at the bottom of the vessel, a crystal stone is embedded in the groove, the purple light is dazzling.

As soon as the spar was off the ground, the entire formation was like a stone mill that got stuck, and it couldn't work all of a sudden.

The half-climbed corpses lay stupidly on the top of the grave, and the crows fell to the ground, and the scene suddenly became comical.

Seeing that the whole formation stopped, the white-haired boy still held the formula and the sword in his hands, not daring to slack off.

At this moment, a black shadow sprang out from behind a stone tombstone, and went straight behind the white-haired boy. The black shadow shone on the boy's shoulder and slashed a machete, screaming piercingly and urgently: " Give it back to me!"

The white-haired boy turned sideways, reversed the edge of the sword, and stabbed sharply, hitting the target with one blow.

The black figure was stabbed, and the speed slowed down, so that he could see clearly that it was a man wearing a black cloak with his head covered. The black cloak was stabbed by the young man, and he did not retreat, but still rushed forward, with the posture of dying together.Seeing the opponent's desperate move, the young man quickly drew his sword and retreated, relying on the emptiness, he swept more than three feet away.

As soon as the boy slid out, the black cloak exploded without hesitation, releasing a cloud of dark green powder mist and scattered flesh and blood mist all over the sky.

"Corpse poison technique!" Wang Chu cursed viciously, and felt that the young man must have been tricked, and the incident happened suddenly, and he might die suddenly on the spot.Zhao Rongan was terrified when he saw it, so he wanted to go over to see how the boy was doing.

The powder mist dissipated very quickly, and before Zhao Rongan turned over the ditch to rescue people, he could see the white-haired boy standing with a sword in his hand. The minced meat of the corpse poison powder, but he stood safely among the graves, and it seemed that he was not poisoned.

Wang Chuyi slapped his head, suddenly realized, and held down Zhao Rong'an who was about to run out: "Don't go, you won't die, this Mu family member has practiced Yin Art."

Zhao Rongan turned to look at Wang Chu, and he heard a new term.

"The techniques practiced with death energy as the source are yin techniques." Wang Chu said again, "corpse poison is all extracted through yin techniques, and it won't work on him."

Zhao Rong'an nodded to show that he understood, and then asked: "If this formation is destroyed, there will be no death energy to invade the village, right?"

Wang Chu looked at Zhao Rongan and said with a smile, "No more."

Zhao Rongan breathed a sigh of relief.

After the black shadow man blew himself up and died, the white-haired boy in Pingzhong finally felt relieved and carefully put the metal vessel into his arms.

Then, he grabbed the sleeve that was stained with poisonous powder, tried his best to find a piece of clothes that was still clean, wiped his saber carefully and carefully, wiped off the blood stains on it, put the sword back into its sheath, and prepared to leave. here.

But at this moment, the gold utensil he had just put in his arms flew out, and was sucked into someone's hand in no time to greet him.

Shocked, the white-haired boy suddenly turned his head, only to see a young man in black standing ten feet behind him.

The young man in black held the golden utensil just now, with an indifferent expression, and said in a low voice: "I'm not strict with you, I'm rude."

This young man in black was dressed simply, only a long tunic, without a single pattern on the dress, but it could be seen that the material was very good.

He appeared silently, standing there, like a leopard hunting at night, full of strength, looking at you like a beast staring at its prey, which made people feel extremely depressed.

The white-haired boy immediately drew his sword out of its sheath, concentrating on controlling his energy, and his mood, which had been relaxed just now, became tense again.

Zhao Rong'an just had a quick glance at the young man, and was pushed into his arms by Wang Chu. Wang Chu stuck his shoulders and made him feel uncomfortable. Just as he poked his head up to change his position, he saw Wang Chu knotting ten knots with one hand. The two hidden breath formations all hit him.

Zhao Rong'an immediately lost all sense of touch and vision, as if floating in the void, if Wang Chu hadn't whispered nervously and anxiously in his ear, "Hide and don't make a sound", he would have thought he had disappeared.

6. Five Cultivation Schools

Knowing that Wang Chu would not harm him, Zhao Rong'an tried to open his eyes to adapt to Wang Chu's technique.

But after a while, there was still darkness in front of him, and only the gradual recovery of the dull touch could give him a real sense of living in this world.

His fingers grasped inwards, grasping the belt of Wang Chu's clothes. From a distance, Zhao Rong'an heard the young man in black say to the white-haired boy on the gravel plain: "Er cultivating sorcery, abandon it in the right way. Practice with me."

The voice of the young man in black was extremely low, and his tone was cold, not like an invitation, but coercion.

After another half hour, a clear and clear youthful voice came faintly: "My way is not to conspire with each other."

Hearing that the young man rejected the young man, Zhao Rong'an couldn't help secretly worrying about it, and wanted to break free to see the situation, but was firmly locked by Wang Chu, remembering that Wang Chu told him to hide it carefully, and worried that his position would be exposed, he had no big deal If you can, you will implicate Wang Chu.After several battles between heaven and man in my heart, I finally calmed down.

The young man in black was not annoyed when he heard the young man's answer, and he still said in that cold tone: "You and I practice Yin art, which is not tolerated by the world. There are people in front of us who are forming a large formation, and I am afraid that they have attracted cultivators. You And do it yourself."

Zhao Rongan thought to himself, what the man in black said, most likely it was the formation formed by Wang Chu in Wujia Village.

The young man thanked him, squeezed his sword and left, leaving only the whistling sound of the wind in the air.

After a long time, Zhao Rong'an slowly recovered his vision, and vaguely saw Wang Chu's solemn expression, carefully removing the concealment technique from him one by one, and there was no one in the gravel.

After the tenth formation was withdrawn, Zhao Rongan took a deep breath and felt much more at ease.Wang Chu swiped the index finger of his left hand, casting the last two spells. Zhao Rong'an sat on the side exhausted, leaned against the mud ditch and raised his head halfway, squinting, sniffing the smell of grass in the air, his chest heaving violently.

At this time, the west moon is about to set, the sky is shining in the east, the thin clouds have dissipated, and the morning glow has just risen, and it has already passed the night.

Zhao Rongan raised his hand, trying to wipe off the cold sweat on his forehead, but was shocked to find that the fingertips were almost transparent.Zhao Rongan stared blankly at his fingers, as if possessed by a demon.

Wang Chu found out that Zhao Rongan was different, so he quickly turned around to check, he was shocked when he saw it, he held Zhao Rongan's hand and read a formula to bring him over.

The breath of life came so forcefully that Zhao Rong'an felt dizzy for a while, his head tilted, and he passed out immediately.

When Wang Chu saw Zhao Rongan fainted, he realized that he was in a mess when he cared.He couldn't help but feel annoyed that he didn't use enough healing techniques in his daily life, that he even forgot this bit of common sense.

Fortunately, Zhao Rongan's fingers gradually returned to normal, and there was no serious problem anymore.

Wang Chu heaved a sigh of relief, carried Zhao Rong'an, who was half-soaked in the canal water, on his back, jumped out of the canal, and returned to Wujia Village.

When Zhao Rongan woke up, it was still early, and it was just past Chen's hour.I could vaguely hear villagers shouting outside the house, saying that the black air was gone and the village was alive.

Zhao Rongan didn't sleep well, his mind was drowsy, and he opened his eyes several times before fully waking up.The muddy suit he wore last night had been replaced by a soft, thin shirt.The quilt was carefully tucked up, and the hair was also loosened.There should be a charcoal fire in the room, and the whole body feels warm.

When Zhao Rong'an first woke up, he was extremely thirsty and wanted to get water to drink.As soon as he moved, before he even got off the ground, someone ran over, grabbed his shoulders, and lifted him up.

The body of the person leaning over brought a smell of herbs, which was slightly bitter.

Zhao Rongan turned his head and saw that it was Wang Chu who was full of concern.

In the village chief's house, there is a small charcoal stove, which can be used for heating and warming things.Wang Chu used it without waste. At this time, there was a bowl of medicine warming by the side of the charcoal stove.

Wang Chu arranged Zhao Rongan to sit up, hurriedly brought the medicine to Zhao Rongan, and said: "You caught a cold at night, and suffered from my twelve Hidden Formation Techniques, take it quickly."

Zhao Rongan thanked him and took it.

The medicine tastes astringent, but not very bitter. It has a grassy fragrance, and the taste is very unique, which makes Zhao Rongan feel a little novel.

Zhao Rongan drank the medicine in one go, and felt warm in his stomach, and he felt much better. He handed the bowl back to Wang Chu, and seeing Wang Chu getting up to put the bowl away, he couldn't help sighing: "So you And medicine."

Wang Chu turned his back to him, and smiled sullenly: "An old man taught me, so I know a little bit."

Zhao Rong'an tilted his head and looked at Wang Chu's broad shoulders, and asked again: "The last thing you used last night was not the Wang family's formation technique."

Wang Chu seemed to pause for a moment, thinking of Zhao Rongan's fingertips that almost disappeared at the end of last night, his expression was terrified, and he was afraid for a while, but he turned his back to Zhao Rongan, and Zhao Rongan couldn't see his expression.

Wang Chuqiang replied calmly: "It's not an array technique, it's just an ordinary healing spell. All monks who practice immortality know it. It's for emergency use."

Zhao Rongan also wanted to ask him about the Requiem Array, so Wang Chu threw a new set of cotton clothes over: "I asked the village chief to come in the morning, so you can just wear it and make do with it."

After finishing speaking, Wang Chu picked up the wooden saw drawings behind the door, opened the door and went out: "It's getting late, I'll go see how their car is being built."

Zhao Rongan had no choice but to swallow the question back.

The black mist of death energy outside Wu's Village had completely dissipated, and the breath-changing formation beside the cowshed was also removed by Wang Chu.

In the early morning, the dew is heavy, the clouds pass by leisurely, the wind blows the grass in the field, and the grass rustles; in the shack, pheasants break out of their shells, chirping and waiting to be fed; in the brick-and-earth houses, dogs bark and smell, full of vitality.

The door of the village head Wu Laosan's house was opened, and a handsome young man walked out from the inside. The young man simply tied his long hair and put on a dark blue new cotton robe given by the village head. It was Zhao Rongan who wore a pair of straw shoes.

He carried a clay bowl and went to wash it by the sink in the yard, holding his sleeves in one hand, and scooped up half a bowl of water in the other hand, shaking it slowly and unskillfully.

Wu's village is far away from the town, girls and elder sisters, when have you ever seen such a temperamental young man? When he came yesterday, his hair was disheveled, his body was wrapped in old clothes, he was dusty and dusty.Today, after washing and changing into clean clothes, his appearance was revealed. The little girl in the courtyard next to the village head saw him, so she pretended to fetch water in her small courtyard and visited him frequently.

Wang Chu was adjusting the axle with a man in the village at the head of the village. Zhao Rongan turned around and vaguely saw him. He put down the bowl and went out of the yard, wanting to go up to have a look.

He hadn't gone far when he heard two young people talking together behind a low earthen wall. The two men, one fat and one thin, were sitting against the wall, weaving the soles of straw sandals in their hands. He chattered nonchalantly, not paying attention to the person behind the wall.

The thin man said, "You don't know what kind of evil this black mist is all over the sky. How can it be gone if it doesn't exist?"

The fat man wore a piece of new grass and said, "Hey, who knows, but it's fine now."

The thin man mysteriously lowered his voice and said: "I heard that the ability of cultivating immortals is great, and the black fog is overwhelming. The two outsiders disappeared as soon as they came yesterday. I think there is a problem."

The fat man was startled and said, "What's the problem?"

The thin man continued: "Look at that man named Wang. When he came to the village, he lived in the village chief's house and asked the villagers to build him a car. He was the best for food and use. Do you think that the black mist before was just him?" Made it out, let us be grateful to Dade now."

The fat man quickly covered the thin man's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense, he is a powerful character, even if you speak well, we can't afford to offend him, just spend some money to keep safe."

The skinny man pushed the fat man's hand away, and Xu Xu said: "I know, I know, why did you mess with my mouth? Hurry up and weave straw shoes. I have to go to the field again tomorrow. It has been delayed for half a month, and the food has been frozen." Much better."

Zhao Rongan stopped quietly behind the earthen wall, trembling with anger. He took out the pile of talismans that Wang Chuchu gave him when he came to Wujiacun, rummaged through them, and found one that was mixed with various defensive formations. The condensed water formation, the condensed water formation looks like ripples and is easy to remember and recognize. Zhao Rongan still recognized it after Wang Chu washed his face.

Sticking the condensed water array talisman on the earth wall, knocking on the talisman array, Zhao Rongan turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, the fat and thin people behind them exclaimed: "Oh my god, why did I fall into the water, I froze to death!"

Those two people jumped out of the congealing water range, and they were in a mess. After running a few steps away, they saw Zhao Rongan's back. They were so frightened that they knelt down in Zhao Rongan's direction, begging for mercy repeatedly: "Great Immortal, please forgive me, the little one just now!" I'm a bitch, talking nonsense, my lord spared me a lot, but a villain who rolled in a mud pit, born with a bad mouth, don't be as knowledgeable as me."

Zhao Rong'an became more and more out of shape when he heard what he said behind him, he simply didn't even want to turn his head, and went straight to find Wang Chu.

Zhao Rongan walked closer, and Wang Chu also saw him, so he put down the hammer, ran over, and asked him if he felt better.

Zhao Rong'an nodded, and said that he was already well, without any discomfort.

Wang Chu considered that the distance to the previous foothold was far away, so he proposed to leave immediately, and Zhao Rongan agreed.

The two packed their bags, drove the newly built ox cart, bid farewell to the people of Wujia Village, and left for Luyang County.

The two of them traveled more than ten miles, and the sun had come out completely. It was soft and warm, dispelling some of the chill in late autumn.

The ox cart is made of acquaintance, the rivets are very well driven, the ox pulls smoothly, and it also has a simple sunshade roof. It can be made in one day, which is really good.

There was no one on the dirt road, and Wang Chu was lazily leaning on the railing of the bullock cart, holding pancakes made by the village woman who got up early and eating them deliciously, and a guiding talisman was pasted on the strong cow, with various Zhao Rongan painted on the talisman The incomprehensible arrow automatically directs the cow to move forward.

Wang Chuyi was at ease, but Zhao Rongan was still habitually sitting upright.

After a while, Wang Chu's cakes were finished, and he was very bored, so he began to hum a little tune again. He hummed and sang: "Two liang of wine, three money, big and small. Red silk network , soft hands, Merry walk today~"

Wang Chu's singing was really ugly, and it was comparable to the shrill neighing of those crows last night. Zhao Rongan listened to him for a long time, but there was still no sign of stopping, so he couldn't help but interrupted: "Wang Shaoxia, last night You said that there are five sects of cultivating immortals, can you tell me more about them."

As soon as Wang Chu heard this, he immediately got excited, sat up with a squeak, slapped his thigh and said, "Master Zhao, these five major sects of cultivating immortals are better than each other. Director. The Wang family I am in has established Linxu Mountain and governed Guanghan City. It is good at building formations. It can be said that it is a century-old family and is famous all over the world..."

Zhao Rongan saw that he started to praise the Wang family again, so he had to interrupt again: "What about the other four factions?"

Wang Chudao: "There is also the Mu family in Cangqi Mountain in the east, known for their swordsmanship; the Cheng family in Dujiange, who is powerful in the south, is very powerful in casting and refining; It's the Ling family in Qianling City, an in-law and family friend of the Wang family, who practice spells all over the family, and are especially rich!"

For some reason, Zhao Rong'an felt that when Wang Chu mentioned that the Ling family was very rich, he deliberately slowed down his speech and emphasized his tone. He really paid attention to publicizing this point.

"But when I send you back to the Zhao Mansion, hehe, I can also make a small fortune! The villain is here to thank Mr. Zhao!" Wang Chu laughed so hard that Zhao Rong'an felt that this day was too much. I can't go down.

"Who was the man in black last night?" Zhao Rongan looked at Wang Chu and tried to find other topics. He thought of how Wang Chu nervously hid him last night, and he was a little curious.

Unexpectedly, when Wang Chuyi heard this question, his original smiling expression froze, and then he quickly adjusted, and smiled again and said: "That person is a thief at first sight, how would I know him, looking at Mrs. It's dangerous, of course, hide quickly."

Zhao Rong'an felt that Wang Chu didn't want to answer this question, and he didn't force it any more.