I refuse this box lunch

Fu Wo is fighting monsters.

Nest after nest of monsters.

He came here looking for a trace, originally wanting to make a quick decision, but he didn't know that thousands of miles away from Muyang City, there is an entire large river valley stretching inward from a narrow gap on the steep mountain wall. However, there is actually a nest of resentful spirits hidden inside.

What about the peaceful era?

The relaxed laughter of those city residents does not look like a fake, the world should be in a time of peace and prosperity.But the number of these resentful spirits can be as many as [-] to [-]. People in Tianxian Continent will enter reincarnation after death, and the chance of becoming an isolated spirit is not high, let alone a spirit with lingering grievances.

Where do they come from?

A little divine light condensed his eyes, and Fuhe was hanging on the steep rock, casting spells to discern spirits, but he still couldn't understand their origins.

The vengeful spirits running boldly and screaming from all directions disturbed him, so he had no choice but to kill some of them first.

Fuhe has no weapons, and relies on his bare hands to fly and hammer up and down the valley. There is a saying that "the king of hell is easy to see, but the little devil is hard to deal with." Wraith spirits have no physical lethality on the human body, but they are inexhaustible , as if the children and grandchildren are endless.

So he could only fight monsters while planting long-bright candles at intervals along the way to illuminate the way he came.

When the water vapor on the river bank finally lost some grievances and gradually cleared up, Fuhe looked back and saw the candlelight behind him forming a line, stretching to the endless distance.

It was a fun way to play, but it took a lot of time.

There is no time in the valley, Fuhe returned the same way, saw the sky again, the first thing of course was to go back and find someone.

Although the puppet talisman he left with Wu Luan had never been touched, but after so long a delay, he still couldn't help feeling a little worried.

The gap on the mountain wall is likely to be the only way for the wraiths to enter and exit the valley. Ever since Fohe entered it, he has deliberately set up a maze to prevent them from escaping from here. It should be safer to seal a few Inga now. Some.

As long as the seal is strengthened every few years in the future, it will not be a big problem.

He tapped his hand and rubbed his fingertips lightly on the pale gold-colored formation, scattering a little candle crumbs, which was considered a success.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, the method of shrinking the ground into an inch was only half pinched, and an extremely aggressive silver spear shot towards him.

Along with the sharp weapon, there was an angry "Monster! Dare!"

Fuhe: "..." He deftly tilted his head at an ingenious angle, the hair on the side of his neck was raised in a fluttering strand, his eyes could not hang down, he only squinted sideways, and pointed slightly towards the fast Tap it on the sharp edge of the blade.

"It's nothing new." A few words spit out from between the lips, full of contempt.

He didn't understand that one or two people in the immortal way could unify the theories they put out when shouting at him.Either a witch or an evildoer, did the cultivation of immortals damage the eyes?

The arrow of the silver gun pierced deeply into the ground, and its power should not be underestimated, but it was completely resolved when Fuhe raised his hand, which stunned the attacking people.

The young man looked at him apprehensively, waited at the bottom of the mountain wall, and did not approach him easily.

It is a half-step Nascent Soul.

Fowle sighed——

It turned out that he was so weak before.

In the realm of cultivation where strength is the most important thing, it really is better to be a high-level cultivator.

He still had something urgent to do, and he didn't want to waste time on irrelevant people, so he continued the formula without raising his eyebrows.

The second time that Fuhe was interrupted was a small iron red cauldron that was flying with fire. The blazing flames were scorching hot, turning a corner of his robe into flying smoke in an instant.

"Tsk." It's not over yet.

Before Fuhe could open his mouth to say something, the white-browed Taoist holding the cauldron opened his eyes angrily, and spit out stern words: "It's you, the monster, who released so many evil spirits into the world, cholera, you can be punished!"

Well, he's become a monster again.

"Did I let go of the evil spirit?" Fuhe snorted lightly, and it was really a big pot that fell on the ground.

He was stupid to pick it up.

"No. Not at all." Fu Wo brushed off his sleeves, with a helpless expression on his face, and sighed with a wry smile, "How can you help, except for a few years, and it's hard to please. If you come out, you will be hunted down. Who is it to recruit?" Who did you mess with?"

"Get rid of the evil spirits?" The young monk clearly didn't believe it, and he exchanged a glance with the white-browed Taoist, "There have been many evil spirits in the Linghe area recently, and my uncle and I chased them to the source. You are the only one here."

"Well, just seeing me here, you can conclude that I have done something bad." Fuhe glanced at Xianxiu who blocked him in two directions, and he was really fed up with this kind of old-fashioned misunderstanding and plot.

The next moment, he spread his arms undefended, and pointed to the cliff behind him, "A serious cultivator, the Wraith Nest has just been shoveled, and the magic seal is still warm, if you don't believe me, come and check."

Fuhe looked upright, knowing that the more timid he behaved, the more suspicious he would be.This kind of unnecessary trouble can be solved as soon as possible, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and thousands of episodes of dog-blood dramas will be pulled out.

The white-browed Taoist stopped the young Xianxiu's movements, his eyes were full of inquiry and doubts, after thinking about it, he still approached slowly with his arms in his arms: "The old man came to visit, Tian'er stepped back."

The phrase "Tian'er" caused Fowler to look at the male cultivator more.

Nanxiu stared at him, crossed the gun, and defended in vain and persistently.

The cultivation base of Baimei old man should be comparable to that of Fu He. In a real fight, he probably only has the advantage of appearance, but the higher the level of the monk, the more things he has to worry about.

Although Fuhe is young, he has a sense of mystery that people can't understand. This feeling does not only come from the mask that covers half of his face.But the old Taoist had never heard of such a No. [-] person in the fairyland, so he couldn't see the details at all.

False God Realm is not Chinese cabbage, it can grow anywhere, before their respective masters are revealed, he will never make fun of the way of cultivation that has finally achieved today's achievement.

As for things like Fengmo Yinjia, even if each family is different, someone with a little knowledge can recognize them all.

The white-browed Taoist made a solemn face, and after recognizing the seal, he took another look at Fuhe, and said for a long time: "It's a seal, that's right."

He opened his palm and pressed it against the mountain wall, probably using a mysterious technique, he heard the movement inside, and he hesitated for a longer time this time.

"Senior, how is the investigation?"

Respecting his age of more than 1000 years, Fuhe's tone was more respectful.

The white-browed Taoist groaned, his eyebrows and beard trembled, "Dispelling demons and defending Taoism, little friend Gao Yi."

Fuhe raised his eyebrows, hiding a trace of impatience, "Gao Yi dare not be, can I leave now?"

"Of course, Tian'er." The white-browed Taoist raised his chin, showing the kind of boundless arrogance often possessed by superiors.

The male cultivator who was blocking the road called him "Master Uncle", seeing that the Taoist ignored him, he reluctantly stepped aside.

Fuhe chuckled, walked and stopped, and turned his head. The more he looked at this person, the more he felt the outline was familiar, and he didn't seem like a thing.

"This...Friend Daoist?" Fuhe glanced over the male cultivator's light green robe, "I see that your cultivation base is advancing very quickly, but although the panacea cauldron is miraculous, after all it is External force, be careful of unstable state and going astray."

Hearing this, the male cultivator's face instantly became extremely ugly, "You..."

"I am me." Fuhe spread out his fan and shook it twice, "I am quite stable, don't worry about it."

Under the suppression of his cultivation base, the male cultivator probably dared not speak out, his eyes were bloodshot from anger, and he didn't say a word.

Fuhe held grudges very much, knowing that his ruthless words would cause too much trouble, and disappeared from the spot in the blink of an eye.

He was also cautious enough to spread the hidden fragrance all over the world, lest the pair of teachers, uncles and nephews were two like-minded villains, and they would secretly poke and catch up with them to use shady tricks later.

After working for a long time, I set foot on the market in Muyang City again, and a feeling of apprehension suddenly filled my heart.

Fowle paused, feeling a little guilty.

Three springs and autumns have passed since the last Huimu Festival.

Although it was only a verbal agreement at the beginning, and now it is considered as fulfilling the promise, but there has been such a long time in between...

For me, it is a flick of a finger, but for ordinary people who have not embarked on the path of cultivation, it is still different.

What's more, in three years, there are too many things that can be changed, and countless things that have been missed.This account has to be kept on Wraith.

Therefore, Fu He felt uneasy and regretful at the same time. The young boy back then should have grown up, grown up...

He walked slowly in the direction of Wu's house. Seeing that the former high-ranking family was still the same, and the two rows of gatekeepers had solemn expressions, it would not be appropriate to engage in sneaky behavior at this moment, and it was inevitable to behave in a serious manner. Visit once.

Since it is a visit, gifts should be indispensable, gold, jade and pearls, exotic materials and treasures, all of which are in Fuhe's storage bag.

The people of the Wu family are quite polite, and when they saw him from a distance, they greeted him and punched him:

"Who is your honor? What are you doing?"

With his hands in his hands, Fu He hurriedly returned a salute, "Trouble, I'm looking for your master."

It shouldn't be wrong to meet the elders first when you come to the host's house.

The servants of the Wu family looked at each other, then at his face, one of them quickly ran in the door, and the other came out, hesitantly but respectfully said: "Our master is not at home."

"Not at home?" Fuhe thought for a moment, took out a night pearl from his cuff, and was about to stuff it into the servant's hand, "I'm not an idler, so please help me."

The servant has never seen the world again and knows that this is not a vulgar thing, so he dared to accept it, backed away in a panic, and hurriedly said: "You don't need to do this, my son has been waiting for you for a long time."

Fowle stopped immediately, blinked in surprise, looked up, and saw the young man on the steps whose robes were blown to pieces by the wind and his brow was covered with sweat.

Wu Luan panted slightly, probably running over immediately after hearing the announcement.The Wu family's yard is huge, so it's not easy to come here so quickly.

There was surprise in the young man's eyes, but also disbelief. I'm afraid even he himself couldn't understand the complicated emotions in his heart.

In the end, joy overwhelmed everything else, and thousands of words merged into a whispered sigh: "It really is you, you really came."

Fuhe's heart softened a long time ago, and he said apologetically, "I have something to do on the way, and I have been delayed for a long time."

He stepped forward and noticed that Wu Luan's head had already reached above the bridge of his nose, and he was also dazed for a while, "What did you eat, it grows so fast."

Wu Luan uncomfortably adjusted his neckline and skirt, his neck turned red, "I'm eating, if you have time..."

Fuhe looked at him with great interest, and nodded with a smile like an old hooligan: "I have time and time, I have nothing to do now, and I'm free to bloom."

"Then...you can..." Wu Luan was just 15 years old, and his skin was still thin, so it was difficult for him to speak.

"Then invite me to dinner." Fuhe glanced at the gate of the Wu's courtyard, raised his eyebrows, and said softly, "Eat, drink, stay, travel, play, come to eat a big family, okay?"

After staring at him for a while, Wu Luan turned his face away uncomfortably, and made a gesture to lead people in. When he arrived at the inner corridor, he hurriedly called the servants to prepare another table. When he turned around, he saw Fuhe leisurely, admiring the garden medium view.

Even if the garden at home once invited masters of national level to supervise its construction, it was once widely spread as a rare and magnificent scene in Muyang. Now there is a contrast, a touch of whiteness in front, and the beauty of the garden is dimmed in an instant.

After a long time, Wu Luan said a word:

"to make."

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