Great Demon King Airborne Rollover [Quick Transmigration]

Commented by that expert, Dr. Lu narrowed his eyes slightly: "Brother Zuo, do you want to get the moon first?"

Ordinary people don't have the opportunity to come into contact with a top expert like the mysterious puppet master, and this master happens to have no successors and is looking for a successor.

The stuffed pie happened to hit Zuo Hengyuan's head, which is really eye-catching.

Whether it's the making of puppets or the method of manipulating, if you can learn one thing, it's enough to make you famous in this arena.

Envy is envy, Dr. Lu's contact with Zuo Hengyuan these few days was mainly for an important matter, before he could say anything, a disciple of Wenshu Pavilion rushed to report the news.

A middle-aged evil warrior who haunts the southern coast all the year round, wielding a long knife...

"Could it be Moshamen's Blood Drinking Knife, Ji Feng? It's broken, it's broken!" Zuo Hengyuan's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up, "Master Lu, I'm afraid my life is in danger, so I'm sorry."

He looked back at Dr. Lu, who waved his hand: "It's okay, I'll go over with you to have a look."

Ji Feng is strong, although he is not ranked among the first-class masters, he is also a real strong internal force, while Zuo Qiutang has only stepped into the great achievement of external force, even if he has the treasures of the golden scriptures, he is probably hard to beat of.

Zuo Hengyuan was extremely anxious.

This is his most proud disciple, so don't let anything happen to him.

So, how did the whole group come here in a hurry, and how hurriedly they rushed to Song's house.

As a result, when I got to the door, I saw that it was completely inconsistent with the picture I expected on the road.

Zuo Hengyuan adjusted his expression: "You mean, that Ji Feng died in the hands of Song...Song Jiufei?"

He glanced into the house, the young man with pale lips refused Song Yuancheng's help, and slowly climbed up from the passage alone, and when Song Yuancheng went down to lift Father Song up, he showed his exhaustion and weakness to them smile.

He looked like a frail scholar, where did he find the means to kill Ji Feng?

"You are the Lord of the Zuo Pavilion, right? I have heard of your name for a long time, and a disaster has happened at home today, causing you trouble."

Qu Yang greeted Wenshuge and his group in a gentle and polite manner, if it wasn't for his abnormally pale face and fine sweat constantly breaking out on his forehead, just judging from his speech and behavior, he wouldn't be able to see anything unusual.

Zuo Hengyuan withdrew his scrutiny. Considering that the condition of the master's house was not very good, and the Song family only had this half of the house left, there was no way to live in it, so he prepared to leave first with a group of disciples, Dr. Lu and others.

Pursing her lips, Zuo Qiutang took a step forward, and when she reached Qu Yang, she said softly, "Brother Song has exhausted his internal energy just now, and his complexion is so bad now, but is there a meridian injured?"

She lowered her head to search, and handed over a small medicine bottle: "This medicine can relieve the pain in the meridians, but it can't heal the injury. Brother Song should seek medical treatment as soon as possible."

There is nothing better than a girl talking softly, booing and asking for warmth, the warm wind in spring and March, and the silent rain that moisturizes things.

Zuo Qiutang turned his back to those senior brothers who were harboring youthful feelings, so naturally he couldn't see the sullen faces and gritted teeth of these people.

"Even if there is a young master from a first-class sect who pursues my junior sister, she does not lie, so what can Song Jiufei do?"

"Junior Sister watched him defeat Ji Feng with her own eyes. This man's strength can be ranked among the younger generation. It's normal for Junior Sister to look at him differently. It will be fine after this fresh energy."

"Hey, why are you fighting with him secretly? I think this is an orphan, forgot how he treated my junior sister last time?"

"That's right."

"Okay, then I would like to thank Miss Zuo for your concern." Qu Yang smiled slightly, and took the small medicine bottle.

"Uncle Song has already fallen, brother Song, don't take your body seriously, the most important thing is to heal your injuries first..." Zuo Qiutang seemed worried that he would fool him with a smile, and was worried chattered, and then frowned suddenly.

"There's no way to live here anymore, what should you and Uncle Song Xiaocheng do? Besides, you and Uncle Song's injuries haven't healed yet, what if Ji Feng still has accomplices... no, I..."

Her eyes were anxious, like a girl in Huaichun who was worried about her sweetheart.

Not to mention Qu Yang, even 0641 has seen her plan clearly: "Fart! You're just pretending, and you just want to use this as an excuse to stick next to the host so that she can steal it!"

"A woman with such a mean and greedy nature is actually a daughter of luck? I'm so mad!"

At this time, Dr. Lu came over with a smile. He looks like a dog right now, and he has the demeanor of a genius doctor: "Young Yingjie, my little friend killed Ji Feng, a wicked man who did many evils. It's appreciation."

"I happen to have a little bit of medical skills. If you can trust me, let me show you."

"This is naturally good!"

"Miraculous doctor Lu really has a kind heart."

The disciples of Wenshu Pavilion let out a sigh of relief, they were really afraid that the little junior sister would fall in love and pay for themselves.

Originally, Ji Feng was provoked by the Song family, and it was out of love for the younger junior sister to stay here to help him, and it was her duty not to help him, but looking at the situation now, it seemed that Song Jiufei had contributed a lot to saving the younger junior sister.

They didn't like Qu Yang very much.

And over there, when Dr. Lu was taking Qu Yang's pulse, he saw those slender, fair hands full of skinny beauty, and a few images suddenly flashed in his mind.

These hands are so familiar.

After diagnosing the pulse, Dr. Lu said: "Zuo Qiutang is right, the meridians in the dantian and arms are indeed broken."

"Brother!" When Song Yuancheng heard the news, if he hadn't had a fit in front of so many people and wanted to cry again, he must have used the trick on the puppet, and his lack of internal strength was backlashed.

Dr. Lu clicked his tongue, drooping his eyelids and said, "Why are you crying, little friend? Is it because you don't trust my medical skills?"

Withdrawing his hand, he took out a roll of paper from his sleeve, and motioned for himself to read with his eyes, and his disciple Tie Zhu went over to write.

"Don't worry, it's just a few fine lines. It's not a serious problem. I'll prescribe you a side medicine, drink it regularly in the morning and evening, and don't use your internal strength in the near future. You'll be cured within half a month."

Qu Yang nodded his thanks.

Zuo Qiutang thought for a moment, but didn't speak again.

Not long after the people left, Father Song also came to his senses. He was startled when he looked up. The originally simple and beautiful courtyard was now only half of the house he lived in.

There were some rustling sounds in my ears, and Father Song followed the sounds, and saw that the two sons were packing up the few things left.

"Dad, are you awake?"

Song Yuancheng trotted to the bed, took a few glances, saw Father Song's face was ruddy, and put his heart back, while Qu Yang unhurriedly opened the cabinet and looked through it to see if there was anything he wanted to take away.

Father Song nodded, and suddenly grabbed Song Yuancheng's wrist, clenched tightly, making Song Yuancheng frown uncomfortably.

"What about the evil warrior? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"Where's the legendary puppet? Don't hand it over! These crooked fighters are cunning and cunning. Even if they hand over the puppet, they may not keep their promise. That puppet..."

"Brother and sister Zuo teamed up to inject internal energy into the puppet, and then let the puppet release a poisonous energy like poisonous fire. The evil warrior is dead, and the puppet has not been handed over."

Father Song's expression softened a little, but there were still wrinkles on his face.

"But the commotion is too loud, and the girl who asked the bookstore is devoted to martial arts, so I don't know if she is an unscrupulous person..."

Both points have been confirmed.

There are almost no first-class masters in Qingcheng who can be called names. After recovering from his injuries for a few days in the dwelling, Ji Feng swaggered into Song's house without even trying to hide it.

In addition to his obvious characteristics, in the next half day, the news that the Song family used the secret method to kill Ji Feng spread all over the streets and alleys, becoming the latest talking point of every household.

They looked back and forth in front of the small courtyard of the Song family, and saw that there was only half of the house left in the bare courtyard, and they couldn't hide their surprise in their eyes.

"My God, even the house has been reduced to powder, and that Lao Shizi Ji Feng probably doesn't even have scum left!"

"Damn! Who told this evil spirit to break into people's homes and do evil! I heard that his magic knife will stop if it sees blood, and if it sees blood, it will kill people."

"The Song family used to be prominent with their puppets back then, and with Yi's superb puppet-making skills, even the top ten masters in the world have to avoid their edge."

"Hey! There is still time like this in the Song family? No wonder I listened to Ji Feng shouting outside and asked the Song family to send the puppet."

"Tell me, what kind of puppet is it that top experts like Ji Feng covet?"

Simply at that time, Qu Yang had already brought Song Yuancheng and Song Daddy to find a new residence.

This family is martial, including the old lady who is seventy or eighty years old and has limited mobility. In order to take care of her, she plans to go north half a month earlier.

Qu Yang rented this courtyard which was much bigger than Song's house two days ago, bringing a pill that would help warriors cultivate their dantian.

——Since the evil warrior will come today, he naturally needs to make preparations early.

Father Song was able to stay in the bed and walk, so he and Qu Yang took out the packed things and put them in order, then sat under the tree and continued to make puppets.

Feeling the cool breeze in the shade of the tree in the hot summer, the old man shook his head leisurely.

Qu Yang heard the knock on the door, opened the vermilion door, and saw Song Yuancheng who had gone out to buy medicine according to the prescription came back.

"Brother, I saw Sister Zuo at the pharmacy."

The word "brother" is a little more sincere than the previous few days.

Behind the willow tree not far away, a corner of clothes flashed away.

Qu Yang's smile deepened, he raised his hand to touch the top of Song Yuancheng's hair, but the other party was stunned for a moment, then turned his head back.

"Brother," he rubbed the top of his hair embarrassingly, "I just broke out in a sweat, next time, next time."

The hand that fell in mid-air turned to bring the medicinal materials into the door, Qu Yang boiled the medicinal materials, and asked Song Yuancheng: "Have those disciples of Wenshu Pavilion found a place to live?"

"I found it. Dr. Lu is famous all over the world. With him, it's easy to find a place to live. It's not too far from our place."

"Yuancheng, you are here to read the medicine, I'll go out for a while."

"Okay."

Considering the storm caused by killing Ji Feng, Qu Yang put a straw hat on his head, making sure that when he lowered his head, others couldn't see his face clearly, so he went out.

After returning from the Song family, Zuo Qiutang stood guard at the entrance of the medicine hall not far from the Song family, and he saw Song Yuancheng coming.

The small courtyard of the Song family was destroyed in such a ghostly manner, the three members of the Song family must have moved to a new residence, and when I asked Song Yuancheng, it was indeed so.

Zuo Qiutang followed Song Yuancheng all the way, and found Song Jiaxin's place to stay.

She felt a little anxious in her heart.

There is still half an hour before noon, when the master will meet with the puppeteer, give the puppet with one hand, and the medicine with the other hand, and take advantage of the opportunity to ask to see if they have the qualifications to become successors.

If he could get the heirloom puppet of the Song family at this time, there was almost no chance of winning, and it could be increased by at least [-]%.

She is a temporary buddha's foot, so she is not proficient in manipulating it, and she is full of omissions. Let alone mobilizing the puppet with twenty or thirty threads, it is extremely difficult to use nine threads.

And that puppet is human.

The more Zuo Qiutang thought about it, the hotter he felt.

She had an adventure last year, and got an invisibility cloak. With light footwork, as long as she figured out where the puppet was and what kind of mechanism it was, she could steal it out immediately.

Or, you don't need to know where the puppet is placed or the mechanism. As long as you wear an invisibility cloak and go to the Song family to guard, Song Jiufei and Song Lao will always take out the heirloom puppet.

That's the best time to steal.

Zuo Qiutang couldn't sit still anymore, she closed the door and found the invisibility cloak from under the bed.

It is said to be an invisibility cloak, but it is actually invisible to the naked eye, and only has a cool touch when you touch it.

She clutched the invisibility cloak tightly, concentrating on her strategy.

Song Jiufei could no longer mobilize his internal strength for a short period of time, and Father Song was getting better day by day, so this time, the heirloom puppet should be placed with Father Song.

Now, has Song Jiufei handed over that puppet to Father Song for safekeeping?

If the puppet has some self-contained mechanisms to defend against outsiders, she will also bring the golden scripture and other treasures, just in case.

After brainstorming for a while, Zuo Qiutang racked his brains until his head hurt, and finally came up with two excellent strategies.

She shook off the invisibility cloak, and then wrapped it around her body, covering every inch of her skin tightly. Looking in the mirror, she reached out with satisfaction, fumbled for the hood, and planned to put it on.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Zuo Qiutang shook his hands subconsciously.

"Miss Zuo, it's me."