The villain's deadly support

At this time, various sects gathered in the inn, which had been silent for many days.

Ye Long never left the inn since he went to the Gu Cave to investigate that day.

Among these people, the first few gangs who participated in the night battle with Ling Qingcheng also lived in the town for nearly a month in a blink of an eye.

Just spending the whole day doing nothing made everyone feel dissatisfied with Ye Long.

"Fuck, I don't do anything all day long, I'm so free!" At this time, in the yard of the inn, a tall, stubble-faced man was sitting cross-legged in the yard.

The courtyard of the inn is not big. At this time, the monks of various sects are crowded in a small courtyard, which inevitably creates friction with each other.

"Hmph, look, you can swing your sword as fast as you can, and put on so many gaudy poses. In actual combat, you'd already be beaten to the ground." The strong man sat under the shade of a tree and said sarcastic remarks.

The sound was neither loud nor low, but it happened to be a volume that the monks in the courtyard could hear.

"Look, look, look at the posture of blocking the barrier. When I went down with a mace, my head was smashed, and I was still guarding the middle door for a bird!"

The more he talked, the more provocative the meaning became. The man who led the disciples to practice the sword finally stopped his movements unbearably, "Come on, let's compete if you have the guts, isn't it just gaining a few taels of fat? What kind of wolf? Tooth stick, I think you are almost as good as a pig's rake!"

"Fuck you! Hit it right away, I'll give you time to burn incense, and ask your little apprentice to prepare a coffin for you, Grandpa Qian, I'm out!" As he said that, the big man rolled up his sleeves and raised his sword. The monk walked over.

Just when the two parties were talking more and more badly, a white-bearded old man with white hair and childlike face walked into the courtyard of the inn.

"Hehehe." The old Taoist stroked his beard, held a compass in one hand, and passed between the two young people who were arguing endlessly, "I said young man, don't be so angry, I give you a piece of advice. Come on, don't make a big deal out of it."

"Old man, who are you!" The brawny man still had a fiery temper, "Oh, my son can't beat me, so I called my father? Hahahaha, isn't this too fast?"

"Shenji Daoist!" Ye Long, who had avoided seeing guests for several days, stood in front of the fence on the third floor of the inn, and greeted the old man with white beard.

"Master Ye." The veteran's sleeves covered the compass, and he turned his hands, and the compass disappeared out of thin air under the gaze of everyone.

Under people's amazed gazes, the old Taoist seemed to be accustomed to it. He bowed his hands and bowed. Ye Long, who was standing on the third floor, had flipped through the fence and jumped down from the height.

"Master Shenji, I don't know what kind of wind blows you here!" Ye Long hurriedly saluted the old man with white beard.

"Who? What is the master of Shenji? Why haven't I heard of such a number one person in Jianghu?" At this time, there were some young juniors who hadn't heard of the name of Shenji.

"Master Shenji, you don't even know him?!" In the lively courtyard, people exclaimed from time to time.

"God's fortune teller's secrets, but all the reasons for divination by him are inaccurate. The nobleman simply said that there are only two things that are predicted, natural disasters and man-made disasters, so in private, people also call him the Taoist Master of the Lost Star." At this time, there was a person He lowered his voice and introduced with his companion.

But maybe, those who have heard of his name are afraid of offending the master of magic, the cultivator who introduced him aloud, now hidden behind the crowd, retreating back and forth.

"Look, the young people are already scared." Master Shen Ji stroked his white beard, and smiled brightly, "I have asked the shopkeeper to open a private banquet, I wonder if the master Ye can give me a favor?"

"Where is it, it is Ye's supreme honor that Taoist Master Shenji is willing to sit with Ye Mou, Daoist Master, this way please." Ye Long raised his hand sideways to invite.

"Please." Taoist Master Shenji returned the salute, and under the gaze of the younger generation, he walked towards the private Accord of the inn.

"Hmph, what's the matter with the gods and gods, isn't it just a trick? I'm going to hold a broken compass, and I'm pretending to be better than him!" , Everything must be provocative.

"Master Taoist." Ye Long, who was sitting in the Accord, held the teapot with one arm rolled up, and filled the cup in front of Master Shenji with tea.

And when Ye Long was pouring tea for himself, Tianji quietly looked at the tea leaves floating in Ye Long's cup, and suddenly said: "It seems that something good happened to Master Ye?"

"Oh?" Ye Long frowned and smiled, "It seems that Mister is really lucky?"

In fact, just now, the family entrusted someone to send a letter from the family, and the daughter-in-law gave birth to a big fat boy. The family was very happy at this time, and Ye Long had a successor, so he was also overjoyed.

"But since the Taoist master is a fortune teller, why don't you tell me what good things happened to Ye?" Ye Long asked tentatively.

"The Ye family is thriving, and it can be said that the young man of the Ye family has a new son, and this young man will be the smartest son among the young man of the Ye family." What Master Shenji said was not the same, and this The second half of the sentence made Ye Long even more elated.

"The Daoist priest really has a fortune teller. Since he got the auspicious words from the Daoist priest, I would like to ask the Taoist priest and my precious grandson to give me a name!"

"Heh, people now call Pindao the Daoist of Sangxing, but the head of Ye is not afraid of getting bad luck?" The Taoist looked up and laughed.

"No, no, fate is determined by heaven. The Taoist leader has a glimpse of the secret, and he advises you with kind words. How can it be said that the Taoist leader is unlucky?" Ye Long saw that the Taoist priest drank half a cup of tea, and hurriedly raised the teapot again. Tea was served on the opposite table.

"Master Ye is open-minded." The master of Taoism nodded, and then smiled with relief, "It seems that the poor are too worried."

"I don't know if you came here specially, or?"

"Oh, Pindao came here specially for Master Ye this time." Taoist Master Shenji put down the teapot in his hand.

"For me?" Ye Long looked at Taoist Master Shenji, unable to figure out why.

"Master Ye, I don't know about Shen Qingxian, what do you think about it?" The mysterious master stroked his snow-white beard.

"You mean that female devil?" A displeased look appeared on Ye Long's face, "Dare you ask me to plead for that evil Shen Qingxian?"

"No, Pindao didn't come here for that girl, not to mention that Pindao doesn't know that girl at all."

When Ye Long learned that Taoist Priest Tianji didn't come here to plead for Shen Qinglian, the expression on his face obviously relaxed a little.

"It's just that, Master Ye, it's better to stop this time." Taoist Tianji's words turned sharply, which surprised Ye Long.

"Daoist, that Shen Qingyi killed many monks of my Yinshen Cult, shouldn't these people have lost their lives in vain?" Ye Long clenched his fists, thinking of Cang Wen and the mountain of corpses outside the Gu cave .

"Before, Ye's summoning order attracted the attention of the world. What's more, Ye had made an oath earlier, not to kill that female devil, and vowed not to be a human being!" Ye Long raised his eyes and asked in an aggressive tone. : "You want the world to laugh at Ye Mou?"

"No, Master Ye, if you insist on taking revenge, there may be a greater disaster. By then, you will no longer have the freedom to choose calmly like today." Tianji shook his head.

While the two were discussing, there was a sudden noise outside the yard.

"Hey, Master Ye, do you know why I am called the Daoist of the Lost Star? It is because people have their own destiny, and they come and go for their own reasons. I beg you, how many people can really give up and quit?" , Master Shenji also understood Ye Long's determination.

"Master! Master is not good!" At this time, a young monk hurriedly shouted from outside the door, "Ma Dezhong, who was shouting in the yard just now, was stabbed in the vitals by the monk Xu Qingguan during the competition!"

When he heard the news, Ye Long looked at Taoist Master Shenji with a shocked expression on his face.

But Tianji just had a sullen face, stroking his thick white beard and shaking his head in disappointment.

"Understood, you go down first and ask Wu Wang to deal with it." Ye Long watched the little Taoist priest leave in a hurry again, he closed the door, turned around, and looked solemnly at Taoist Master Shenji, "Taoist Priest, If I insist on taking Shen Qing's life, what will be the result? Will I be ruined, or will I end up with Ma Dezhong?"

"Master Ye." Daoist Master Shenji shook his head, "I have leaked enough secrets, this is your last chance to change the outcome."

And the timing was such a coincidence, when everyone was still excited about the duel in the yard, at this moment, the sky suddenly darkened, and a ray of light pierced through the sky and the earth, like a pillar piercing the earth.

"Master!" Another person crashed into the room at this time, "Master, look quickly, the stars in the sky are out of position and integrated into one body, Shen Qingxian is about to start his tribulation!"

It turned out to be such an opportunity, Master Shenji calculated the time to come, in order to see himself make up his mind with his own eyes!Ye Long's face darkened.

"Master, this is the opportunity we have dreamed of!" Ling Qingcheng urged again excitedly, seeing that Ye Long was indifferent, she hurried to the window of the Accord, and pushed the window open.

Ye Long stared deeply at Taoist Master Shenji, but Ling Qingcheng was very upset. Everything was originally planned, but because of Ye Long's existence, everyone was prevented from chasing after the victory, and he also tried every means to guard against himself.

Now, at such a critical time, I don't know what this real person Tianji said to Ye Long, which made Ye Long remain indifferent after hearing the news about Shen Qingxian.

"Master! All sects and sects are waiting for your order. If Shen Qinglian survives the catastrophe and ascends to the Void Return Realm, when the time comes, his life will be destroyed, and we will never have a chance to stop that man-eating monster!" Ling Qingcheng was afraid that Ye Long would change his mind, so he hurriedly put a few high hats on Ye Long's head.

"Qingcheng, go find Wu Wang, and order him to send someone to spy on the situation before the formation!" Ye Long's gaze was fixed on Taoist Master Shenji from beginning to end.

The moment Ye Long made a decision, there was a relieved expression on the face of Master Shenji.

"Since Master Ye has such an important matter, it is not appropriate for the poor to delay, so I will resign first." Taoist Master Shenji got up and wanted to leave Yage.

"Master Daoist, human beings are mortal, but if there are people like Shen Qingxian in the world who do evil, that is the misfortune of the world. If Ye Long must fight with his life to get rid of that beast, Ye Long will never regret it!" Ye Long caught up with Taoist Master Shenji, "I'll see you off."

"Uncle, let me see you off." Ling Qingcheng volunteered, and she bowed, separating the distance between Ye Long and Taoist Shenji.

Shenji shook his head, then left the inn with the compass in hand.

"I don't know... what did the priest say to my uncle?" Ling Qingcheng asked cautiously.

But for some reason, Master Shenji didn't even hum.

"Oh, Daoist, don't get me wrong. I just want to help my uncle with a sad face. Ling Qingcheng hastened to explain."

"Girl, stop it."

Ling Qingcheng didn't even look at the secret, and disappeared into the small town alone among the crowd.

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