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The old beggar blended into the crowd like a loach, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mu Yi threw away the piece of rotten cloth in his hand, fished it out, and led me into the carriage. I put my chin on my hand and looked at Mu Yi who was still sitting upright with a smile on my face. I couldn't bear it, so I opened my eyes helplessly, and those eyes fell on me gently.

I immediately rubbed over, "That old beggar—what's wrong with you?"

Mu Yi thought for a while, and replied: "I met it when I was traveling." He continued lightly, "Following him, I have seen some people's ways of the world, and I have learned a lot."

I always sound a little bit aggrieved and gritted my teeth, but looking at Mu Yi's face that doesn't show anything, I decided it's better not to touch this kind of minefield, "Do you want to catch up with that person?"

Mu Yi closed her eyes, and just when I thought there would be no answer, I heard, "Naturally."

Then Yu Ziliang found an inn in Anyang City. One of the benefits of being a monk is that he will never be short of money. I handed Yu Ziliang a bag of silver, and he took it dumbfounded. He was stunned by the amount. .

Sitting in the elegant seat on the second floor, sipping a pot of tea, to relieve the fatigue for a while, Mu Yi dragged me and disappeared in the same place. After a while, we came to a dilapidated Chenghuang Temple in the east of the city.

This is where the old beggar settled.

Mu Yi took my hand, pushed open the door, and the dust fell down. Inside was the land for the city god. The old beggar was holding half a roast chicken in his hand and was eating it with oil. He looked up and saw Mu Yi suddenly jumped up in shock, and wiped the oil on his clothes with his hands, seeing that there was nowhere to escape this time, he smiled all over his face, and said obsequiously: "Brother Mu, long time no see."

Mu Yi responded softly.

The old beggar scratched his head, "You still look like that, you are so tepid that people can't figure it out."

Mu Yi smiled faintly, "I want to ask you for a favor this time."

The old beggar immediately puffed up his chest, as if he had finally found his place again, "Look at what you said, who we are with whom, whether we can help or not, as long as I can help, just say it, you don't know what I am like , for the sake of a friend, it is definitely a double-edged sword..."

Under Mu Yi's gaze, the voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

The old beggar probably remembered the past, his face changed slightly, he suddenly turned his eyes to me, leaned over and winked at me, I looked at him seriously, and he made a grimace, I couldn't help it, his expression cracked The old beggar was indeed an old fried dough stick, and immediately tore off the chicken leg from the half roasted chicken and handed it to me.

I looked at his oily hands and moved back calmly.

He glanced at me, stuffed the chicken leg into his mouth, and took a bite.

——Actually, if Mu Yi hadn't had a feud with him, I would have liked this old beggar quite a bit. It's rare to see a character who is at the bottom but still calm and enjoying himself.

Standing in this dusty and cobweb-covered place, Mu Yi is as eye-catching as a brocade in a pile of rags. She is long and straight. If she doesn't look at her face, she really feels intoxicated by the spring breeze.

Mu Yi said in a very soft voice, "I want to find the Wan Ling Sect."

I looked at Mu Yi, then at the sloppy old beggar, and I was sure he was speaking to the old beggar, but the old beggar looked left and right, he was still a mortal, even though he was the leader of the beggar gang, It is also impossible to find a sect in the realm of comprehension, not to mention that he is not yet.

I think Mu Yi must have lost her head.

The old beggar finished gnawing the chicken leg in his hand, and reluctantly licked off the meat residue on his hands, which made me sick enough, but he was not in a hurry, and sat cross-legged on the ground at this time, "Brother Mu, what you said place, I’ve never heard of it.”

Mu Yi slightly raised her head, revealing half of her face, and casually said something that made the old beggar jump up: "You concealed things very well, and you pretended to be better, but I have a way to recognize you, not only are you a monk , and the exercises you cultivate are somewhat similar to the legendary Wanlingzong."

The old beggar looked at Mu Yi like a ghost.

Shaking hands, pointing at him, "You, you, how do you know?"

This time it was me who was shocked, did the old beggar admit what Mu Yi said?Not only is he a monk, but is he related to the Wanling Sect?

I looked at Mu Yi with incredulous eyes, it was too hidden, he never mentioned this matter to me at all.

I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, bitter and astringent.

I listened to the old beggar's question, even I didn't know this, how could Mu Yi tell you.

While the old beggar was still quibbling, he suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the roof. I looked at the speed, and it was undoubtedly a monk.

When his identity was exposed, the old beggar stopped covering up and ran away.

It's just that before Mu Yi entered the Town God's Temple, he set up a net around here. A set of "trapped fairy array" is not easy to get out even if the cultivation base of Jindan stage is not easy. I heard a few loud "bang bang" There was a sound, the old beggar's yelling and cursing.

In less than a stick of incense, we sat with the old beggar in the Temple of the City God. There was a wooden table, a few wooden chairs, and even a jug of good wine. The old beggar took the jug, poured a glass, and raised his neck He drank it all in one gulp, "I didn't expect, I didn't expect that the stupid idiot back then would become what he is now." He shook his head and sighed.

I also secretly poured a glass of wine, and when I was putting it into my mouth, I was stopped by a white and slender hand protruding from the side, and I watched the wine glass gently taken away by Mu Yi unwillingly.

"Tsk tsk, you are so strict, he was born by you?"

My hands trembled, the old beggar's mouth could really say anything.

"Ever since I practiced this 'breathing technique', I may not be able to detect it even in the Nascent Soul stage, but you know it. I just thought about it, what kind of treasure did you get?" , or practice some secret method." He scratched his heart and lungs, not knowing how to give up, and he couldn't accept the fact that his self-satisfied magic was seen through.

Mu Yi was probably used to seeing his rambunctious appearance, so she was completely unmoved.

"However, having said that, why are you looking for Wan Lingzong?" The old beggar asked with a straight face.

Mu Yi thought for a while, and told the story in detail, without concealing it, the old beggar's face became more serious as he listened, and when he finished listening, he was speechless for a while, "I can't decide this." He knocked on the table and said, "However, I can introduce someone to you. If you say you can persuade him, then things should be fine."

Mu Yi nodded, "I will find a way."

"Then let's go now." The old beggar immediately withdrew his stern expression, and with a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and planned to hug me, but my body flickered and I floated a foot away, his hand was empty, He looked at me with resentful eyes.

I was horrified by him, you are a sloppy old man, don't you feel shabby for acting like this kind of woman?

I muttered in my heart, took Mu Yi's hand and walked out.

The place we went is not too far away, just on the outskirts of Anyang City.

The monk walked quickly, and he arrived at the foot of the mountain in less than one lamp. At this time, the autumn leaves all over the mountains and plains were red, and there were tourists on the mountain. Mu Yi took me to use the "God Wind Boat", and the old man The beggar flew ahead stepping on a veil emitting colorful rays of light.

With a simple invisibility technique, you can avoid the eyes of mortals, even if you walk past them, you won't feel the slightest sense.

The old beggar took us to a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.

In that Taoist temple, mortals can come and go freely, voices are loud, cigarettes are curling up, it seems that it is still a place full of incense.

I looked at the old beggar suspiciously, is this really the right way?No matter how you look at it, this place is not where monks will come. If there is no spiritual energy, there are people coming and going, which disturbs Qingxiu.

It's just that the old beggar stepped into the Taoist temple without any hesitation. Seeing my puzzled face, he was mysterious, looking left and right, he smirked twice, and stroked his sparse beard. Treasure land, the great hermit hides in the city, only our Wan Ling Sect can come up with this unprecedented good idea."

It is indeed unprecedented, but whether it is a "good idea" is another matter.

There is no spiritual vein in this place, and to set up a family here, I don’t think twice other than extinction. However, it is said that the strength of this Wanling sect is unfathomable, and even the extreme yin sect has to avoid its edge. Come to think of it, I probably won’t do it. Reasonable things, there should be something else hidden in it.

We came to the backyard.

The backyard is full of forests and branches. The moment you step into the backyard, a puff of green smoke rises, and the scenery in front of you immediately changes drastically.

It was originally a backyard, but another high mountain appeared unexpectedly, and a very strong aura rushed towards the face. Even if I went to the three mountains of the Sanshengmen occasionally, I had never seen such a strong aura.

The power of this Sumina mustard seed is really amazing.

From a distance, I saw a few people flying out of the mountain to greet them. When those people saw the old beggar, one of them stepped forward and frowned, "Senior brother Lin, you just brought someone in casually, and asked Master and Master to come in." Uncle knows, he will be punished again, and you are like this—"

The old beggar listened to his training with a sad face, and waved his hands impatiently when he heard his words, "Okay, okay, don't read it, Junior Brother Wang, read it once every time you see it, are you tired?"

The monk surnamed Wang smiled and gritted his teeth, "If Senior Brother Lin abides by the sect rules, how can I know how to read."

The old beggar waved his hand reluctantly, and immediately changed his old look to a new one.

It's just that this change is so great that I can only marvel again.