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After tossing and tossing for three full days, the formation was finally completed.

The middle-aged Taoist did not eat or drink for three whole days, even if it was made of iron, he couldn't support it. His eyelids were raised, so he had to cover the formation with a cloth and went back to the house to sleep.

As soon as he returned to the house, the little boy who supervised him jumped off the fence without eating or drinking, and ran to find Cheng Yunzhi.

He opened the mouth and said, "My lord, that man has finally finished his painting!"

At this moment, Cheng Yunzhi was half leaning on the soft bed, concentrating on reading idle books.

When he was a child, he loved reading very much, and he always loved idle books. In the end, he was chased and scolded by his master, who caught him and beat him on the palm of his hand.

But in the end, he turned a blind eye to the fact that he took the key to the library.

He was just seeing Xing's head, and when he saw the little boy running over seriously, with a stern face, he thought it was kind and cute.

Cheng Yunzhi beckoned: "The painting is finished? I'll go and have a look."

He reluctantly put down the book he had seen the highlights of, and knocked on the neighbor's door, but no one answered.

So thinking that no one would see him, he sneaked over from the wall.

A group of children below were holding the ottoman, with the same worry and worry on their faces, for fear that he would fall off the wall and no one would pick him up.

Cheng Yuzhi smiled and waved at them, jumped lightly, and landed in the courtyard of the middle-aged Taoist family.

He was quite familiar with trespassing on private houses, he walked around a couple of times at will, and didn't intend to enter the house at first.

It is estimated that it will take a long time to think about the formation in the yard alone.

Cheng Yunzhi put his left hand over his sleeve, fearing that it would get wet with the red cinnabar on the ground, and stretched out two fingers with his other hand, clamped the cloth and lifted it up, revealing a corner of the formation.

He looked at it for a while, then put down the cloth again.

It was indeed the evil formation that gathered the aura of the heavens and the earth. For some reason, it flowed into the hands of the middle-aged Taoist, and he even drew it completely.

The power of the full version is much higher than that of Wang Fugui's family. I am afraid that the huge innate aura can directly explode the surrounding objects without using magic cultivation to activate the mother formation.

This house, the next door, and this street may all suffer.

Cheng Yuzhi's expression turned cold, he glanced around a few times, and took out a cinnabar pen from the corner of the yard.

Then he raised his wrist and drew a few strokes on it.

The middle-aged Taoist fell asleep and woke up, turned his head to look at the window, the room was pitch black, only a little light from the moonlight outside the window.

His internal organs were beating drums, he got up with support, and planned to eat some cakes he bought in the morning.

Only then did he realize that there was a figure standing in his room without saying a word.

Those eyes reflected the cold moonlight, staring at him coldly and silently.

The middle-aged Taoist had goosebumps all over his body, he almost screamed, and said coldly, "Who?!!"

Cheng Yunzhi emerged from the darkness, smiling on the inside.

When he usually smiles, it is bright and sweet that everyone can see, as if all the flowers in the world are blooming;

But when he showed this kind of smile, it made people feel that his heart was as cold as iron, and he was afraid that no matter how tragic things would be, he would just remain indifferent.

The middle-aged Taoist recognized him, heaved a sigh of relief, and picked it up again in an instant.

He shouted: "You trespassed on a private house! You still pretended to be a ghost in the middle of the night. If it wasn't for my good temper, I would have drawn out a sword and chopped you down now, and no one would say anything..."

Cheng Yunzhi said coldly, "Where did you learn that formation in the courtyard?"

The middle-aged Taoist took a sip: "I told you, I won't tell you—"

He suddenly fell silent, but it was too late, a cut was cut on his neck, and a thin line of blood was left, which sank into his collar.

He realized later that the young man in front of him had a higher level of cultivation than him, so he couldn't, couldn't offend him.

Thinking about it, the corners of the middle-aged Taoist's mouth curled up, his teeth trembling.

No, he might not be able to keep this formation...

Before he could think about it, he heard Cheng Yuzhi approaching again, the not-so-heavy coercion of Foundation Establishment enveloped him, and the middle-aged Taoist actually felt another aura of a high-level monk in it.

Fear and confusion filled his heart, he said in a daze; "I picked up the notes on Changjin Mountain..."

After listening to him finish telling the story, Cheng Yuzhi was also a little stunned.

He stared at the weather-beaten face of the middle-aged Taoist, as if he was staring at the deep space. He recovered after a long time, and took a deep breath: "That's all? Gone?"

The middle-aged Taoist nodded again and again: "That's right, that's it." Afraid that he would not believe it, he quickly raised three fingers and swore, "I swear to Heaven, these things are true!"

"Changjin Mountain is huge, where exactly is it?" Cheng Yuzhi stared at him closely.

The middle-aged man tried his best to recall, but the more he recalled, the more he couldn't remember the specific location.It was as if someone had specially set up a threshold in his mind, and if he couldn't break through, he would be blocked out.

He said angrily, "I don't remember..."

Cheng Yunzhi: "Huh?"

The middle-aged Taoist broke down and said: "I really don't remember! Completely, I can't remember at all! Don't force me, my brain hurts!!!"

Seeing that he didn't seem to be pretending, Cheng Yuzhi withdrew his hand and nodded.

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, the middle-aged Taoist took the opportunity to make a request: "You can use this formation to transfer luck, we can do it together, and the luck we get will be shared together, even if it is two people, it will not be much different."

Cheng Yunzhi lowered his head and glanced at him.

Suddenly he laughed, and whispered softly: "I don't need your shabby formation."

The middle-aged Taoist stared wide-eyed. Just as he was about to refute, he was knocked unconscious by a palm and fell onto the bed.

When he woke up again, the sky was already pale.

The middle-aged Taoist recalled what happened yesterday suspiciously, and when he remembered, he rushed out the door and lifted the cloth in the yard.

It was found that the huge and cumbersome formation was still in place, but it was covered with a huge bastard.

His eyes were black.

After slowing down, he rushed to the next door and knocked on the door!

While knocking, he shouted angrily: "Come out! See if I don't beat you to death!"

Xiaotong opened the door for him, and described it with nose and eyes: "Mr. Cheng said before going out that the people knocking on the door at this point are all turtle cubs."

The middle-aged Taoist took a deep breath: "What about others?"

The little boy replied, "I went on a spring outing."

Middle-aged Taoist: "..." Step on your uncle's youth!

……

Cheng Yunzhi really went on an outing.

He first went to the morning market, bought breakfast there, and was so greedy that he picked up a bag of oily dates and gnawed them with gusto, making a crisp sound, and greedy passers-by looked back at him one after another.

It's just that he wasn't the only one, there was a little boy following behind him, following suit.

Maybe the moment Cheng Yunzhi touched his hair, he changed from an ordinary spirit puppet to a big man in charge of Cheng's house, and the other spirit puppet had to listen to his orders.

This time too, he took advantage of his authority to suppress other spirit dolls who wanted to go with him, and left the house with his master, feeling very proud.

Although in front of Cheng Yuzhi, he still looked so serious.

Cheng Yuzhi teased him with the jujube long from his little finger: "Do you want to eat?"

The little boy said solemnly, "I can eat it, but it's not good to eat it."

Mr. Cheng didn't succeed, so he didn't give up: "Do you want to eat fried dough sticks? Have a cup of soy milk to go with it. It's better than a living god."

The little boy pouted and watched him not speak.

Cheng Yuzhi laughed, he knew that the spirit doll didn't eat and was just teasing the children, so he finally threw the jujube into his mouth.

He smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

The little boy looked at him again and said, "One."

Cheng Yunzhi: "It's gone?"

Child: "No more."

Mr. Cheng commented: "It's really dull, and children's names are not easy to choose. Shall I choose a name for you?"

The little boy said seriously: "Mr. Cheng, the spirit doll is not a child."

Cheng Yunzhi lazily brushed his hair, it was soft and shiny, no matter how you looked at it, he was a real young child.

He threatened: "So do you want a new name? If you don't, I won't be in charge of you."

The little boy pouted again, trying to straighten his face, but failed, the corners of his mouth shrunk: "...Yes."

Cheng Yuzhi looked around and thought for a while.

"Spiritual puppets come from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. When they gather, they are as swift as the wind, and when they are scattered, they are like the carriages on this street. They are scattered and scattered. Only when they gather and disperse can they come and go freely."

He stretched out his finger and clicked on the cars on the street.

"In this way, you can call the windmill in the future."

After finishing speaking, he casually picked up a paper pinwheel from a roadside stall, bent down, and blew it against the child's cheek.

The little boy's cheeks were flushed, and his solemn expression suddenly broke: "Mr. Cheng!"

Mr. Cheng said innocently, "What? You don't think the name Windmill sounds good?"

Hey, that's the correct response.

Cheng Yuzhi put down the windmill, smiled and walked forward.

The newly appointed boy, Fengche, had no choice but to sulk with himself, turned around and bought the windmill that Cheng Yuzhi had taken, and put it into the Qiankun ring that the master had ordered.

In the ring, there are already a lot of scattered things.

All of them carried the aura of Cheng Yunzhi.

Changjinshan welcomes familiar guests.

The wind shuttles through the woods, passing the familiar smell of green grass and mud to wanderers who have not returned home for a long time.

On Cheng Yu's way, he passed through the outskirts of the village, and many people saw him and greeted him with pleasant surprises.

"Young Master Cheng!"

"Brother Cheng, long time no see!"

Cheng Yuzhi also smiled and cupped his hands with everyone: "Long time no see, long time no see. How are you doing?"

"Very good! Brother Cheng, are you going up the mountain?"

Cheng Yunzhi: "Exactly."

Now, the few people who spoke to him showed hesitation, and finally someone said: "Brother Cheng is an immortal master, so why are you afraid of this?"

Cheng Yunzhi looked suspicious: "What happened on the mountain?"

It turned out that a few days ago, the only path in the mountain was blocked, and the hunters had to go down the same way they went up. No matter what, they couldn't get further inside.

Not to mention hunting, even good herbs can't be found.

It's really troublesome for a mountain to be turned into a ghost hitting a wall somehow.

Cheng Yunzhi said seriously: "Then I will definitely go up and have a look, to help everyone find out what's going on."

It's just that the closer he was to the mountain, the slower he walked.

Finally, he stopped at the starting point of the mountain path, looked up, and saw the sunlight falling from the gaps in the leaves, forming dazzling spots one after another on his face.

Fengche: "Mr. Cheng, the ghost hit the wall hasn't come yet, why did you stop?"

Cheng Yunzhi said: "This is me, I feel timid because of the closeness to my hometown."