Counterattack Xiaoxian

The saint's silver net was instantly activated, and it covered him like a butterfly. The man was light and weightless, and his body was spinning around in the air. The silver net also followed, but it was always just a little bit behind, and it seemed that he would never be able to catch up. superior.

The saint's face became even colder, yellow light circulated around her body, and a ray of yellow light suddenly fell into the man's body. The man turned yellow, like a corn cob, and shouted: "Interesting! Interesting!"

The saint was about to start, but Ji Lingchu stepped forward and winked at her, meaning to let me come.

Ji Lingchu thought that a heart ailment required a heart medicine doctor, and said, "You said you've had enough of him, how can you say you've had enough? Let's talk about it."

The man said angrily: "He doesn't mean what he says!"

After that, he said something very mind-blowing, to the effect that they had agreed since they were very young to divide their bodies into two parts, one to act as an observer and the other as an actor.

From then on, the actors complete all daily tasks, and the observers are responsible for observing the actors' words and deeds, analyzing the pros and cons, and feeding them back to the actors.

Unfortunately, he chose the role of observer, because as time went by, he found that the actors gradually stopped listening to his opinions and began to cheat.

For example: The activist told him to practice for a while and then take him out to play, but this was a lie that was repeated all the time.

For example: He likes a certain person, but the actor says this is just an illusion.

For example: The activist said that the purpose of practicing hard was to protect the human race, but he clearly remembered that he wanted to become a wandering swordsman!

Another example: The activist often chats with the turtle. It is obvious that he is seriously ill, but he still insists...

The man gave a lot of examples to prove the actor's betrayal and bad faith.

Ji Lingchu confused him and had to say: "Every family has a scripture that is difficult to recite. The father-in-law is right, and the mother-in-law is right. It is difficult for me to judge which of you is right and who is wrong."

The saint said: "This is the ancient evil art of 'mind-observation'. It is easy to become obsessed with evil thoughts. The so-called 'true self', who can guarantee that it is not evil thoughts?"

The man murmured to himself: "Yes, demonic thoughts! He must have gone crazy. If he wants to die in Turtle City, I must find another way out."

Ji Lingchu heard the source of the disagreement and asked him: "Since you want to find another way out, why don't you leave? What's the point of hiding here?"

"I plan to re-create a body out of clay so that I can travel around the world."

Innocent! too naive......! Ji Lingchu couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Why don't you come up with us and have a good talk with him, maybe he can understand you."

"Hey...we've talked about it countless times, and it's an endless loop every time. Why do we do such meaningless things again?"

Ji Lingchu said earnestly: "You, you must learn to reconcile with yourself."

"My heart is exhausted and I just want to escape from this painful reincarnation." His eyes suddenly lit up and he said, "Seeing that you are reasonable and strong, why don't you lend me your body."

Ji Lingchu almost spat out a mouthful of old blood, and thought to himself, I have good intentions to mediate it, but am I going to involve myself in it? What do you want to do?

Even so, he knew that this guy was very smart and might actually be able to do it.

There was not much time, so it seemed that the only option was to outsmart him. He pointed behind him and shouted, "Look!"

When she turned back, Ji Lingchu grabbed the saint's hand and ran away. He felt a chill on his back. He jumped up in a hurry, and halfway through the jump, his butt hurt sharply, as if he had been hit by two kicks. When he turned back, there was nothing behind him.

Eh......?

The man had gone somewhere, and his tail bone began to feel sore and swollen. It was easy to check in front of the saint, and his face looked as ugly as if he had eaten feces.

The two of them came out of the stone room and passed by the place where the head of the royal warrior fell. The saint picked up the colorful feather and handed it to him and said, "It's for you."

Ji Lingchu thought that the saint finally understood romance, and was a little flattered, but he heard her say: "This is the tail feather of the king bird 'Emperor's Head Call'. It is extremely rare. I know you have always liked these things, so I gave it to you."

So this is ah! However, Ji Lingchu was still very happy and in a much better mood, and said, "Is it a king bird? What's the use of it?"

"The emperor's head song is a bird of wisdom and justice. It does not belong to the hierarchy. It is also called a divine bird. Emperor Fu has one. Its tail feathers are said to warn of danger and seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."

"Really or not? It sounds very powerful. You better hold it."

"It's enough that I have Yaozu's guidance."

Ji Lingchu stuffed Cai Ling into his arms and said with a wry smile, "I won't bother Yao Zu!"

The man disappeared mysteriously, so they had no choice but to give up. They looked at each other, then returned along the original route and returned to the top.

When he saw the Turtle Shell Man again, Ji Lingchu told the truth, saying only that "the other person" might have escaped, and never mentioned the inside story he had heard.

After hearing this, the man in the turtle shell felt disappointed. At this moment, the bronze tripod beside him began to emit red smoke rings, and a howling sound seemed to be heard from inside the giant door.

His face changed and he said: "You can leave if you want, but you must help me find a way to remove the roots after you leave. Since you are involved with those two people, it must not be difficult to do it. After the matter is completed, I can promise you one thing."

Ji Lingchu was focused on the tail bone and was a little absent-minded, but he saw the turtle-shell man throwing something and he caught it in his hand.

This is a small and exquisite piece of tortoise shell, covered with wavy patterns. I heard the turtle shell man say in my ears: "If you find a way, just crush this tortoise treasure. I can come from anywhere within a thousand miles."

"Kid, remember, don't take too long. I've left a mark on you. You can't hide it no matter how far away you are."

Ji Lingchu secretly thought about the mark, why didn’t I know it? But he forgot about the transparent mucus that the stone turtle sprayed on his face at that time. Speaking of the thousand-year-old king and the eighty-thousand-year-old turtle, that thing has been held in for a thousand years and cannot be removed by just washing it.

The smoke in the bronze cauldron became thicker and thicker, and the turtle shell man saw this and urged: "You can go.

The saint asked, "Who are you? Why are you stationed here?"

"I forgot my name. Since I'm in Turtle City, just call me Turtle Swordsman."

He didn't want to say it, and the saint didn't force it. She pulled Ji Lingchu, who was in a state of disbelief, and turned to leave.

After walking more than a hundred steps, I heard the turtle shell man shouting from a distance: "Try my Dragon Prison Sword Song too!"

The voice was muted and hoarse, like a trapped dragon roaring in the abyss. A dark sword light rushed towards them, sweeping them up like floating shadows. They galloped quickly, and when they opened their eyes, they were already back on the back of the mud turtle.

The saint was in a trance for a while and realized that everyone else was there. If it weren't for Ji Lingchu covering her butt next to her, she would have just thought it was Huang Liang Yimeng.

Hua Zang, the mother-in-law in charge of the furnace, and others were surprised and happy, and asked why?

She briefly talked about the following situation and said no more. This matter was too mysterious, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

Then he looked at the young Hanazang, who was both happy and sad, and then closed his eyes...