take care of yourself

The effect of the Sleeping Talisman is much stronger than what is currently circulating on the market. Ying Yao can't use his spiritual power for the time being, so he can only hold on. There was a layer of red, Jiusujian paused, and saw him blinking, and two tears fell from sleepiness.

"I also want to know why," Jianxiu yawned and said, "Since the day I met Zhuo Yuanshan, I haven't encountered many good things."

Jisujian heard the words and couldn't help counting for him: "If you get me, I will definitely count as one," Jianxiu Jian said proudly, "You will definitely not be counted if you break through a natural situation, and then the master will move to Wuliang. City, Master breaks through Nascent Soul, and he will have money soon... Uh, well, there are not many of them."

One person and one sword were silent for a while, Ying Yao began to recall where there was a theory of transshipment, and Jiu Sujian began to think about who it was who locked them in the universe.

After a while, Ying Yao couldn't help yawning again, feeling that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his mind was full of lingering drowsiness. After a while, his head was lowered to his chest, and even the sword of Salvation Sword The beeping was also inaudible.

"Take care of my Yao," Jiu Sujian called him, "If I sleep with you again, I won't be able to sell it at all!"

Ying Yao raised his head suddenly, looked at the surrounding environment sleepily, and said vaguely: "If you can't sell it, you can't sell it. I don't need to support my family by writing scripts anymore. Let me sleep for a while. Be obedient and save the vulgar."

Not intending to be obedient, the Jiusu Sword pressed against his ear and let out a sharp sword cry. Ying Yao subconsciously opened his mouth slightly, shook his head vigorously, held the Jiusu Sword in his hand, and barely woke up again come over.

His hands and feet are bound by rope-shaped magic weapons, his hands are clasped in front of his abdomen, and the saving world sword is pointed forward obliquely. Without spiritual energy, he cannot take back the mustard ring, and the sword spirit is restricted by the universe in his sleeve, and he cannot return to consciousness. In the middle of the sea, Ying Yao cheered up and stared at the tip of the sword not far from his forehead for a while, then tried to move the tip of the sword over to lift the sleeping talisman on his forehead.

But he was probably really unlucky. As soon as the sleeping talisman was picked off his forehead by the point of the sword, he felt the ropes binding his hands and feet being pulled, and then he rolled out of his sleeves and sat on his buttocks. on the cold floor.

Ying Yao was dizzy, and before he had time to see who tied him up, he was sneezed by the overabundance of aura in the room. Feeling safe, the tassel of the sword hilt hangs down slightly.

There was no one in the room, Ying Yao sat there for a while before regaining his composure to observe what happened.

His hands and feet were still tied, so he had to bouncing around the room, but unfortunately he didn't get any useful conclusions. After a while, the Jiusu Sword poked his head out of the sea of ​​consciousness, and said with emotion: "It's true." Rich."

"This doesn't look like a prison cell," Ying Yao looked down at the magic weapon in his hand, paused for a moment, and said, "The 'Changzhi' Taoist monks with such extreme methods have not been enchanted. What happened to the cultivation world recently? Will change, evildoers appear frequently?"

Jiusujian didn't react immediately, so he heard someone outside the door clap his hands twice, and said in a manly voice, "Why is Fellow Daoist Ying one of the monsters?"

This time, Ying Yao didn't need to remind Ying Yao that the voice of the visitor was so familiar. He turned his head to look, and the magical weapons on his hands and feet spread out and wandered like snakes. The floor cracked and rose out of the tables and chairs. Outside the door, he was already sitting on the main seat when he spoke, but Ying Yao couldn't feel his breath at all, as if the visitor had already melted into the heaven and the earth.

Ying Yao didn't express too much shock at his face that was exactly the same as that of the city lord of Wuliang City. The difference in cultivation was a bit big, and he couldn't tell whether the person who came was in the late stage of transformation or had already stepped into the tribulation, but no matter what Senior, he put the World-Saving Sword into the mustard ring, saluted as a junior, and said without any surprise or joy, "Senior praises you."

"Let me introduce myself," the visitor said casually, "My name is Chu Hang, a monk of the 'Changzhi' Taoism, and my younger brother Chu Xiang is the lord of Wuliang City. Ascension is only one step away."

There are only a handful of monks in the Transcending Tribulation Period, and there has never been an unknown person. He has only been cultivating for too long, so long that the monks have changed a generation, and no one mentions his reputation. Ying Yao thought for a long time. Chu Hang's name was found in the story Zheng passed on to him, and he felt that he had nothing to say, so he kept silent.

Chuhang was even less like a cultivator than the lord of Wuliang City. He put his hands on the table and held his chin to watch Yingyao. Seeing his dull face, he gave him a kind smile: "Don't be nervous, I'm just happy to see Lie Xin, and I don't intend to do anything to you."

In the story told by Zheng Chuan, Chu Hang built Buzhi City on the southern island from nothing to nothing as a foothold for many casual cultivators. It was at the time when the mortals in the Central Plains were in war, so Buzhi City accepted many people who fled. Ordinary people, the "Changzhi" and "Joining the WTO" Dao Sanxiu who settled in the city of discord took over these mortals logically.

Afterwards, various sects also sent people to settle in Buzhi City, and the mortals born in places full of spiritual energy were reborn generation after generation, and finally the city was full of monks, so Chu Hang drifted away, and the owner of Buzhi City changed hands. It was renamed Wuliang City years ago.

The name of the lord of Wuliang City has never been mentioned. Relying on his rich experience in writing story books, Ying Yao quickly imagined five or six possibilities, and then was interrupted by the sound of the Jiusu sword.

"Not all Taoisms are as tolerant and tolerant to all kinds of branches as the 'Joining the WTO' Taoism. At first, Chu Xiang and I parted ways because of different Taoisms," Chu Hang said, "But now we are probably turning against each other."

Ying Yao's lips moved, and he said softly, "Senior, did you build the Unranked City to try monks to rule mortals?"

Chu Hang nodded his head for his keenness: "I heard Ying Yige ask you that mortals have not benefited for ten thousand years, but I am afraid he has not noticed that not only ordinary people, but also monks have not benefited for ten thousand years. It is even far inferior to the ancient times, so I think there must be some unchanging rules hindering development in the past ten thousand years."

Ying Yao stood there thinking for a while, and suddenly realized that Chu Hang was putting on a posture to sit and discuss with him, and blurted out, "Why me?"

Chu Hang waved his hand: "Don't panic, I owe a piece of karma to Jianzong, and to explain how I owe this karma, I have to start with the orthodox dispute of the 'Changzhi' Tao, except for you, the cultivation base is too low , I have no choice."

He looked at Ying Yao's bewildered and flattered expression and paused for a moment: "I can promise you three things that don't go against my heart, such as making Jianzong become the number one sect again..." He raised his eyebrows, feeling Seeing that someone touched his formation, he added slowly, "I'll give you a favor first."

Ying Yao saw his figure flicker for a moment, and then Zhuo Yuanshan, who was tied up firmly, fell from the sky with bleeding from the corner of his mouth.