take care of yourself

Ying Yao didn't speak, and Jiu Sujian couldn't help but chattered to him: "I was talking about killing people, but I ended up being like an old woman like you who couldn't help but intervene when she saw injustice. Such a discrepancy between words and deeds, it's not me." Did you practice?"

Jianxiu shrugged his shoulders and said that he didn't know. Following his memory, he led Ying Yige and the woman holding the carefree baby with a finger-biting baby out of the shanty town, and found a mortal soldier through the archway. patrolling place.

It was already very cold for mortals, so he deliberately found a restaurant with firewood in the room, and stood outside the window to enjoy the warmth leaking from the restaurant. The woman patted the baby's arm lightly, brushing his nails. Freed from his mouth, he lowered his head and carefully tucked the swaddle up.

Ying Yige looked at Ying Yao for help, and whispered, "How to deal with this?"

If Yingyao didn't pretend to be a poor mortal when he encountered this kind of thing, he could think of several ways to properly accommodate them, but now he still has to pretend that he is a porter who works hard for a living. If you look at it from the perspective of a poor widower See, the best thing to do is to marry this woman, even if he can't do it himself, and has a young and strong nephew.

Jiusujian let out a "bah" sound: "You old mother, Jianxiu, are you addicted to raising children? Picking up the child is not enough, and you have to pick up the child with the mother?"

Ying Yao patted his sword helplessly, but the Jiusu Sword reminded him. He took the baby in the woman's arms and felt his muscles and bones. He thought he could throw it to the master, but he had to think about it. Attention-grabbing ways to send people over.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Ying Yige pretended that he had nothing to do, so he rummaged through his sleeves silently, and stuffed all the copper coins he had received in the past few days into the woman's hand, before she could react, Pull up Yingyao and run away.

Ying Yao was dazed for a few breaths before being dragged away by him. Ying Yige looked back while running, and stopped after confirming that the woman could not catch up. She didn't know where she ran, leaned against the wall and supported her knees start laughing.

"Wow," Jiusujian exclaimed, "This is really unexpected."

Ying Yao glanced at Ying Yige, and was about to speak, when he felt two somewhat familiar consciousness sweeping over, he thought for a while, and identified the two foundation-building monks who used Xiaoyao San to lure him, Then they deduced their positions from the strength and volatility of the Shenzhen market that they scanned, and stared at Ying Yige's expressions.

Ying Yige said guiltily, "Uncle?"

Ying Yao raised his hand and patted him on the head, cursing, "You prodigal bastard."

While scolding, he grabbed Ying Yige by the collar and walked towards the shanty town, insisting that Ying Yige get back the copper coins he gave away tomorrow, and Ying Yige kept his promise, while sending a voice transmission to Ying Yao: "That little copper coin is only worth it." It's enough for them to find a shabby thatched cottage with a stove to live in tonight, if uncle is thinking about accepting disciples, I'm afraid he will have to help them secretly in the next few days."

"I will find a way to hope that this mess won't take up too much of my time," Ying Yao said, "If it drags on for too long, nothing will work, and I'm a little worried that they will set up something to watch her, no... no No!"

The place where they stopped was not too far from the shanty town, and they had already reached the door of the house while they were talking. He and Ying Yao slept in the same bed. There were a dozen people in one room, and their property was only two pieces of cotton with deformed leaves. The quilt and a pitted basin, Ying Yao carefully opened the mud that sealed the door and walked in, and saw that his place had been taken by someone else, the quilt was wrapped around another person, and the basin was shattered all over the floor.

Ying Yige saw him one step later, couldn't help but frowned, and Ying Yao yelled in response to the situation: "God, this must not be true, what are you doing! Give me back my things!"

It is obvious that the hard work that has not touched women for many years has settled the blame on them. Ying Yige knows that at this time, only using force to deter them will have any effect. He can't get anything back just by cursing. He doesn't believe that Ying Yao is like this A Taoist sword cultivator who has traveled all over the world without knowing this, the only possibility is that he has ulterior motives and wants to go along with the flow.

Sure enough, as soon as Ying Yao was pushed out, his expression changed, a bit like a mixture of a villain's success and shrinking. He lowered his voice and said in a song: "Do you know where I went today?"

After Ying Yige answered a few words, he saw Ying Yao proudly leading him towards the place where the monks gathered.

"What were you thinking when you brought her back today?" Ying Yao and Ying Yige said via voice transmission, "Did you want to do this yourself, or did someone hint at you? Think it through before answering."

Ying Yige showed a dazed look, and Ying Yao felt ominous when he saw his expression.

Since Jisujian followed him on vigilance, it almost instantly sensed the cold aura that made it unable to restrain its sword cry, and the sword spirit's warning was immediately sensed by the sword cultivator.

He tugged Ying Yige's sleeve, grabbed the handle of the Jiusu sword with his right hand, grabbed a stack of talismans with his left hand, lit the first message talisman for Zhuo Yuanshan to ask for help, and threw out the two defensive ones. Arriving at Ying Yige, he shouted in a low voice, "Run!"

The messenger talisman for Zhuo Yuanshan was grabbed by someone, and Ying Yao only had time to pull out a rope-shaped magic weapon under the crossbar of the Salvation Sword, before he was tied up firmly with a sword, and the spiritual power in his body stagnated, and he was cast by someone. Suddenly, he put a sleeping charm on his head, and when he closed his eyes, he passed out.

The person who came had the same face as the Mayor of Wuliang City, but his aura was completely different from that of the lord of Wuliang City. If you looked closely, you could tell that they were two people. Ying Yige backed away in horror. The other end of the rope flicked, not knowing where Ying Yao was stuffed, Ying Yige smiled slightly.

"I like your mortal theory very much," he said in a gentle voice, "The hypocritical monks of Youqing Dao have practiced for thousands of years, but they have no benefit for mortals, because they refuse to treat themselves as mortals through and through. Get rid of mortals' unreasonable thoughts, and don't want to stay far away from mortals, let them develop on their own, the way of heaven is like this, it can't be saved, it's better to destroy it."

Ying Yige looked terrified, but his eyes were a little bright. Someone came over slowly and patted him on the shoulder, saying expectantly, "We are not alone."

He left Ying Yige a thumb-sized small dragon-shaped statue that seemed to be made of bamboo, and he rose leisurely with his sword, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Ying Yige stood there in a daze for a moment, then stomped her feet, hurried forward to pick up the messenger talisman that Ying Yao had been stopped for Zhuo Yuanshan, forced a drop of blood from her fingertips to activate it, and threw it to the Zhuo Yuanshan sneered when he saw the messenger talismans sent back by Zhuo Yuanshan, lit them with magic formulas, turned around and left the mortal city, and walked south on his own.

Ying Yao woke up a while later to the anxious sound of the Jiusu Sword. He felt dizzy, and blew on the sleeping amulet pasted between his eyebrows, but found that it was still firmly attached, so he had to bite the tip of his tongue to force himself to wake up.

"Now you are in the universe in your sleeve," Jiusujian lowered his voice to communicate with him, "The person who arrested you looks exactly the same as the owner of Wuliang City, but he looks like a monk who practiced the 'Changzhi' Taoism... his cultivation level At least comparable to Zhuo Yuanshan. So my Yao, why do you always provoke such big men?"