I am the only one in the world who is not afraid of villains [Transmigration Book]

Mu Linjiang was afraid of trouble, but Ye Yunzhou was not. He continued on his own: "Our goals don't conflict. When the fishing ground is useless, I will bomb it with you."

"The fishing ground must be tightly guarded, and it's not that easy to sneak in." Mu Linjiang put the corpse into the Qiankun bag and took it away, flicked his sleeves to restore the surroundings to their original state, and frowned at the location of the barrier.

"Then how did you get in before?" Ye Yunzhou asked curiously.

"Pay money to buy a ticket and go through the main entrance." Mu Linjiang said simply, "but fortunately, there is nothing wrong with it now, and the fishing grounds have to hide in the dark. If you want to enter, I'm afraid you need a special channel, tsk."

"Let's take a look, and since the location scroll of Lingya City is nearby, it's worth infiltrating to investigate whether it's a fishing ground or not. In the past, "Since someone enters, someone must come out. We will catch a lucky fishing ground audience to intimidate and lure, and we are not afraid that we will not get a way."

Mu Linjiang snorted softly, Ye Yunzhou took out his saber and stepped on, walking swiftly through the forest, a circle of light purple formations appeared at Mu Linjiang's feet, he floated in mid-air with an umbrella to keep up with Ye Yunzhou, The tone was neither favorable nor derogatory, and he squinted at him pointedly: "Why do I feel that you are interested in Peigong, saying that you put aside your personal likes and dislikes, but the excitement is written all over your face."

"Is there?" Ye Yunzhou tilted his head innocently, the thin bangs on his forehead were blown up by the wind, revealing the reddish ear tips frozen in the snow-capped mountains, looking innocent and sincere, "Those masters who are used to controlling life and death, let them and slaves Changing identities, screaming must work harder than slaves, and this is worth the price of admission."

Mu Linjiang's slander turned out to be Ye Yunzhou's own bad taste, and he didn't bother to say anything. They flashed their figures without reservation, and they arrived at the foot of the mountain where the barrier was located in a short while.

The boundless snow peak stands tall in the deserted night, like the spine of a sleeping animal, and when you look up, you can't see the end. The ripples of enchantment spiritual power are distorted in the sky, and you can see it if you get close.

Ye Yunzhou looked at the open snow field below the mountain, and the whistling wind passed by his ears. He squinted his eyes and saw a stone tablet not far away, so he called Mu Linjiang to go over, sweep the snow off, and read the writing on it.

"Secret place, come back quickly. If you violate this order, you will be responsible for your life and death." Ye Yunzhou read it again in a low voice. The emblem of Lingya City was engraved under the four words on the stele. He squatted down and looked around the stele. Thoughtful, he raised his leg and took a step behind the stele.

Before Mu Linjiang could stop him, the barrier on the mountain peak suddenly lit up, and a dazzling brilliance gathered from the barrier barrier, piercing through the night, and shooting at Ye Yunzhou like a sharp arrow.

Ye Yunzhou suddenly retreated towards Mu Linjiang, and grabbed Mu Linjiang's clothes to the area behind him. The snow on the ground exploded into a layer of green smoke. Both of them retreated dozens of steps, and the attack of the enchantment stopped. , to restore tranquility.

"It seems that we can't get close to this area." Ye Yunzhou let go of his hand, dragged his chin and said, "If we insist on breaking in, I'm afraid it will alarm the people in Lingya City."

Mu Linjiang stared at him speechlessly: "You didn't even know the defense mechanism of the enchantment, so you rushed in rashly. Do you need me to teach you how to write the word reckless?"

"It's not reckless." Ye Yunzhou pointed to the back of the stele, "You stand far away. I just found a skeleton of a long-dead beast behind the stele. Scars, so I want to try."

"Ah, really." Mu Linjiang said without any ups and downs, "Then try again next time, remember to remind me to go farther away."

Ye Yunzhou moved his eyes away from the stone tablet and looked back at Mu Linjiang. Just as he was about to stab him to say, don't be so fussy, he found that the belt outside Mu Linjiang's dark purple coat was hanging crookedly on his waist. There are pleats behind him that he just pulled out.

"Hey, there must be another entrance here, we have to look for it carefully." Ye Yunzhou turned his face back as if nothing had happened, pretending not to see Mu Linjiang re-tying his belt and smoothing his clothes in dissatisfaction.

"It doesn't take much effort." Mu Linjiang put away his umbrella and threw Chunjiang Tingyue at Ye Yunzhou. He raised his hands suddenly, and his slender fingertips drew a few light golden edges in the air.

Ye Yunzhou was holding an umbrella, his eyes were chasing his fluttering fingers and robe sleeves, the warm golden glow made the back of Mu Linjiang's hands even whiter, Ye Yunzhou was stunned, and then he turned his attention from Mu Linjiang's hands to the pattern in the air On the road, I gradually recognized what those lines were - a few delicate and flexible paper cranes, although there was no paper.

Mu Linjiang waved his hand and pushed outward, the paper crane composed of plane lines seemed to poke its head out of the pool, and suddenly had a body in the splashing light, jumping around Mu Linjiang, like a moving lantern , gave him the only warm color in the whole snow field, Mu Linjiang said softly "Go", and the paper cranes flapped their wings and flew away.

"Want to learn?" Mu Linjiang clapped his hands and looked at the focused Ye Yunzhou with a little complacency.

Ye Yunzhou coughed dryly, folded his arms and booed him: "Hmph, given your profound attainments, Palace Master, you don't need to use such a fancy technique for this simple investigation."

"That's right." Mu Linjiang admitted frankly, "It's because I show mercy and give you appreciation. If you want to learn, I can teach you."

Ye Yunzhou: "...Give up, I can't call you master."

Mu Linjiang was a little disappointed. Zhihe kept the stone tablet so far away from the mountain wall and searched around the mountain. It would take time to find clues, so he turned around and found a flat place, and sat down on a reclining chair. Books pass the time.

Seeing this, Ye Yunzhou twitched the corners of his mouth, stood the umbrella on the edge of his recliner, and transformed himself into a sword like water, and couldn't help mocking: "I don't know, you think someone will notify you when you go in, so you just wait leisurely for the gate to open and line up to welcome you." Well, it’s so cold on the mountain, why don’t you set up a stove to warm the pot of wine.”

"I don't drink." Mu Linjiang explained solemnly, then raised his hand and pointed to the ground, and actually took out a small stove, and ordered Ye Yunzhou to say, "Qingxue makes new tea, which is more cold and pure. Come back Take a piece of Songding Hanxue by the way, and I will generously share it with you."

Ye Yunzhou: "..."

Ye Yunzhou asked: "How do you know I'm leaving?"

"The swords are all out, not to check the situation, but to think that the next crime will fail." Mu Linjiang said naturally.

Ye Yunzhou nodded, and Yu Jian left without saying a word.

After he left, Mu Linjiang put down his script and got up and walked back to the stone tablet. He stretched out his hand to press the stone tablet, closed his eyes and dispersed his spiritual sense to sense the surroundings. A gradually refined topographical map formed in his mind. He knocked on the stone tablet, then frowned, opened his eyes after a while, and had already roughly determined the mystery of the whole mountain.

A cultivator's spiritual consciousness cannot be supplemented by formations or pills like spiritual power, it can only be recovered naturally. If the spiritual consciousness is too depleted, it will not be able to concentrate on casting spells, so most cultivators can use magic weapons such as investigation or It is a technique, and will try to avoid directly using spiritual consciousness, even if the cultivation base is deep, it can be called spiritual consciousness.

Ye Yunzhou stepped on the Ruoshui sword and hung in mid-air, his spiritual consciousness swept over a large area, and the discomfort of being peeped and dissected flashed by. He looked back at Mu Linjiang's position, and thought that Mu Linjiang should know it by himself. I dismissed him, probably not wanting him to meddle in his own business, and taught Mu Linjiang to take care of his body and pay attention to his proportions, and then he stepped on his sword and dodged into the distance.

Half an hour later, Ye Yunzhou landed in front of Mu Linjiang's recliner again, pinching a snowball in his hand.

Mu Linjiang leaned on the recliner, as if he hadn't done anything, and said bluntly with disgust: "How can I make tea with the snow you squeezed."

"Who said this is for you to make tea." Ye Yunzhou's mouth curled up into a nasty smile, "I'm going to tuck it into your collar."

Mu Linjiang was silent for a while, and lowered his voice a bit: "You may still have a chance to succeed in a sneak attack, but now it's not."

Ye Yunzhou threw the snowball away casually, sat down on the recliner, picked up the teapot on the ground, and poured a box of fine snow stored in a wooden box into it: "I got the snow for you, let's cook it."

Mu Linjiang straightened up when he heard the words, and the two sat side by side in the empty and desolate snow field as if they were here to play. Mu Linjiang snapped his fingers and pointed at the simple and simple red clay stove, and the fire light surrounded the surroundings into a lonely and gentle scene. isolated island.

Ye Yunzhou glanced at the side of Mu Linjiang's neck that was faintly exposed when he lowered his head. Mu Linjiang was not used to tying his hair high, so he just pulled a strand behind his head. The loose long hair covered the back of his neck tightly. Ye Yunzhou stretched out his hand Go, don't hide it, Mu Linjiang didn't guard against him, so he lifted Mu Linjiang's hair smoothly and naturally, and put his hand under the collar of his neck.

"...Ye Yunzhou." Mu Linjiang shuddered violently, the cold and wet touch made him tremble all over, and he almost threw the teapot away. He frowned and turned his head sullenly, facing Ye Yunzhou's triumphant smile.

"I succeeded without a sneak attack." Ye Yunzhou withdrew his hand and raised it up, "Surrender and surrender, just kidding, the palace master with a big heart will definitely not take revenge on me."

Mu Linjiang raised his hand and rubbed his neck with a dark face. Ye Yunzhou didn't lose his conscience and really pressed the snow into his collar, but he held the wetness left by the snow in his palm. He glanced at Ye Yunzhou: "Wipe your hands dry, be careful, old man Get rheumatism."

Ye Yunzhou's mood was a bit complicated, and he corrected him: "Look at my talent, do I have a chance to grow old?"

"Talent is not important. With a personality like yours, you probably won't have the chance to live and grow old, only to die of illness." Mu Linjiang mocked him coldly, "You don't have your share of tea."

"Anyway, I drink." Ye Yunzhou was not affected at all, he took out a palm-sized wine jar from his Qiankun bag, and pushed Mu Linjiang's teapot aside, "What did you find?"

He changed the topic too quickly and smoothly, Mu Linjiang twitched the corners of his lips, and hummed: "This mountain is the center, and the underground space within a radius of five miles has been excavated. , just relying on the sword energy of the foundation building period, swinging a sword at the ground can only cut some earth and rocks, and it is difficult to shake the underground buildings."

Ye Yunzhou was a little surprised when he heard this number. He didn't use the sword energy attached to his wrist by the spirit behind his back, and his spiritual sense could penetrate the ground for a few feet at most, and he couldn't even detect the space underground.

"In this way, the barrier on this mountain is so obvious, and a stone tablet is erected, which seems to be a cover to attract attention." Ye Yunzhou frowned, then flicked his Qiankun bag, and pointed to the open space beside the recliner, "I will also have a chance to go this trip. Discover."

Mu Linjiang went to see what he found. After a wave of spiritual power, three stiff corpses appeared beside Mu Linjiang's legs.

The corpses were two men and one woman, all dressed very brightly, but they were also scarred like the frozen corpse.

Mu Linjiang took a step away, and Ye Yunzhou added: "They also had the same whip wounds. The female corpse's tongue was broken, and she died of suffocation by suicide. The corpse was abandoned in the woods, if no one finds it, it will only be buried in the belly of a wild animal when the climate warms up."

"It's indeed the style of fishing grounds. You can throw away worthless things, whether they are people or things." Mu Linjiang closed his eyes, "Clothes are expensive, and fishing grounds are still so willing to pack goods. Hmph, it's amazing Disgusting organization."

"I didn't find any secret passage, so I relied on your paper crane." Ye Yunzhou stretched out his hand to keep warm by the stove, and at the same time took out an object wrapped in a handkerchief and handed it to Mu Linjiang, "But I found this thing, it should be This female corpse was brought out from the fishing ground."

Mu Linjiang took it and opened the handkerchief. Inside was a thumb that was not completely corrupted, and there was a jasper wrench on the thumb.

Now when Mu Linjiang saw the severed finger, he felt uncomfortable reflexively in his stomach, and he forced himself to look away and asked, "Where did you find it?"

"Do you really want me to tell you?" Ye Yunzhou reminded, "That female corpse swallowed it."

Mu Linjiang: "..."

Ye Yunzhou asked with concern: "Are you okay? Don't worry, I've washed my hands."

Mu Linjiang no longer wanted to delve into how Ye Yunzhou took this thing out, and sighed deeply: "Stomach hurts, I don't drink tea."

The author has something to say: I have been muttering for more than a week, and I feel that I have no face to see Jiangdong's elders again...

I’m still working overtime, I can’t see hope _(:з”∠)_ I’d better try to stick to more than [-] daily updates, I think I won’t be able to wait until this month T^T