Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

"Brother!"

Zhao Mingyuan looked back at him in surprise.

At that time, the young man with cold eyes was holding a cinnabar pen in his hand, and there was a pile of yellow talismans in his hand. He looked like an animal catching up on holiday homework.

Yun Dao.

Full marks for talisman cultivation.

Perfect score for swordsmanship.

Full marks for fortune telling.

Full marks for fortune telling.

It stands to reason that he should pack up and get out.

Every Taoist priest would be expelled by his master when he left the school and wandered away, but he still didn't leave, and Yuan Guan didn't ask him to leave.

Zhao Mingyuan was holding a piece of grass he had just picked in his hand, with a stern expression on his face, even a little serious, "Senior brother, something happened."

Yun Dao made a few secrets with his fingers and said, "Nothing happened."

But he calculated that Zhao Mingyuan would be in trouble today, but it would probably just be a beating.

"No, something happened." Zhao Mingyuan said sadly, "Look, I just pulled out this grass and it died."

Yun Dao: "..."

He rolled up his sleeves and smiled sadly.

It seems that my calculation is quite accurate.

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"Don't use the Thunder Talisman to kill me! That thing will ruin my handsome face." Zhao Mingyuan laughed bitterly and moved around, trying to avoid the talisman following him.

He ran for a long time, turned his head slightly, and saw that the talisman was about to miss the edge, and immediately a flying man bounced, narrowly dodging it.

Uh-huh, that scared the kid to death.

Seeing that there was no way ahead, Zhao Mingyuan turned his head with a cry, hugged his head tightly and closed his eyes.

Master bless Master bless.

However, after waiting for a long time, those spells did not fall on him.

Zhao Mingyuan tentatively opened one eye and found that the talisman had stopped three feet away from him.

The young man in white who was casting the spell turned his head, and his already cold face was stained with a bit of chill. He withdrew the spell and put it into his sleeve, seeming to frown, "Someone has entered the mountain."

There are formations arranged on the mountain. Once you enter the mountain, it will be difficult to get out without the guidance of someone from Xuanmen.

He glanced at Zhao Mingyuan and said, "Let's go, go down and have a look."

After that, the boy in white put his sword on his waist and walked down the mountain.

"Hey, hey, senior brother, wait for me." Zhao Mingyuan hurriedly picked up a few things and followed him.

On the edge of the mountain pass, three characters traced in red are spread across the stone monument.

——Goulian Cliff.

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At the entrance of the mountain, a gray figure shuttled between the ginkgo trees. His skin was tanned bronze, his eyes were resolute, and he carried a large basket on his shoulder, filled with herbs.

A few drops of sweat dripped from his forehead, probably because he was too tired.

The man put down the basket, took a few breaths, and leaned against a tree trunk to rest for a while.

He took out the water bottle from his waist, drank a few sips, tightened the cap, put it back on his waist, then continued to carry the basket on his back, looking for the way down the mountain.

The area where he usually collects herbs is on another mountain. This time he came earlier, before dawn, and he didn't even see which mountain it was.

For people in the countryside at the foot of the mountain, it doesn't matter which mountain they go to. There are game, wild vegetables, and herbs in every mountain.

No, I know I can’t go to the mountain.

Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains.

But why is Goulianya fighting against a wall like a ghost!

No wonder so few people come here.

The man sighed helplessly. This feeling was like walking through a maze, and there was clearly an exit in front of him, but the maze suddenly changed and blocked the entrance again.

Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by something in front of him.

He was startled when he saw a leg stretched behind a tree.

Looking further inside, a pale-faced boy fainted next to the tree, his hands hanging down weakly. There were dried blood stains everywhere on his body, and even his face was covered with blood scabs. His legs were so bloody that it was almost hard to see. .

The man didn't dare touch him, fearing that he would be hurt if he didn't know how to deal with it.

He is a pharmacist, and he also farms, so he has some pharmacological knowledge.

The pharmacist put the basket at the back on the ground, took out a few herbs from it, picked up two stones from the ground, used a big one as a table, then used another stone to grind the herbs, and then gently applied it to the young man's legs. .

He was concentrating on the movements of his men. Suddenly, a silver light flashed through, and a calm and pleasant voice was tinged with indifference, "Who is it?"

The pharmacist looked at the long sword lying beside his neck and almost became weak in fright. "Young hero, I am just a herbal collector. I don't know him! He is not a person of unknown origin! I am, I am Huaiyue. The pharmacist of the Villa! My name is Wang Dazhuang!"

He wanted to cry but had no tears.

No, this is nothing.

A man who was about to die when he came up, a man who was about to use a knife and a sword when he came up, and behind him was a stupid boy who was stunned.

All three of them are good-looking in their own way. Yun Dao has a pair of peach-blossom eyes full of emotion, his face is beautiful, and his eyebrows are cold, making him look like an immortal.

Zhao Mingyuan preferred the frivolous beauty of a romantic young man. He looked handsome and elegant, but his hair, which had just exploded with static electricity due to close contact with the Sky Thunder Talisman, inevitably revealed a sense of stupidity.

The young man lying on the ground has handsome eyebrows, revealing an iron-blooded aura, and is extremely handsome.

The world where only Wang Dazhuang was injured came to an end.

Zhao Mingyuan: "Hey, senior brother, it's so impolite to draw your sword at first. Come on, learn from me. First, put on a smile, preferably a gentle one."

Yun Dao withdrew his sword and looked at him as if he was mentally retarded.

Zhao Mingyuan touched his nose nonchalantly, then turned to negotiate with Wang Dazhuang.

"Brother, one is here to collect medicine and lives in the village at the foot of the mountain. I figured out that the other is a soldier. He probably escaped here because it is close to the battlefield in the north."

Zhao Mingyuan was smug, "It seems my deduction is not bad!"

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Yun Dao: "..."

If he is a good major general, it is fine if you call him a soldier, but how can you say that he is a deserter because he was assassinated here?

That's it, you've learned a lot from the master in the past few years.

Yun Dao's mouth twitched slightly.

What has Zhao Mingyuan learned in the past few years?

He didn't learn much about his real skills, but he was very good at observing people's movements and watching the dishes. When he saw Yun Daowei's expression, he felt embarrassed.

Why was the calculation wrong again?

"Neither of these two people." Yun Dao held the sword and frowned slightly.

"What not?" Zhao Mingyuan was confused.

"Someone has touched the mountain-protecting formation." Yun Dao pursed his lips, "I can't figure it out."

"Haha?" Zhao Mingyuan is now completely without the cool style of being a prince later. He jumped up all of a sudden and was very dramatic. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Woohoo, senior brother, master, they haven't come back yet, are we in for a disaster?"

Yun Dao: "..."

He couldn't bear it anymore: "Shut up!"

"You go and take them out, and I'll go take a look around."

Zhao Mingyuan said "Ah" and said, "Send it away?"

He pointed to the one on the ground and said, "This one too?"

Then they have to carry him and... where to place him.

Wang Dazhuang said, "Place it in our villa."

He scratched his head honestly and said, "My uncle is the owner of the villa, so it shouldn't be a problem to arrange someone. I am a responsible doctor and will cure him."

In this way, Yun Dao was separated from the other people.

He had a sword on his waist, kept his hand on the hilt, and moved quickly in the general direction he calculated.

His calculations have always allowed him to see other people's past.

But this time, he couldn't see anything.

This situation is unprecedented.

There was the sound of rushing water in front of him. He looked at the waterfall not far away and frowned.

The hilt of the sword slightly pushed aside the vegetation that covered the scene inside, and his eyes widened suddenly.

The ink-colored hair spreads out on the water, like fine and smooth satin. The white shoulders are like fine jade, so white that they almost glow. The hair dyed with moisture sticks to the shoulders, the ultimate in black and white. The visual stimulation made Yun Dao stunned for a moment.

He opened his lips and stared blankly, without responding for a long time.

At this time, the people in the water seemed to notice something.

The broken hair on both sides of her cheeks covered her appearance. She seemed to have discovered something, turned around slightly and looked behind her.

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