Longevity, starting from raising chickens

"Is there something wrong with the city below?"

Wang Ba was shocked.

I couldn't help but look down.

This is the location of the ghost market in Li State, and the ghost market guards are all Yuanying Perfection monks.

And more importantly, Li State is adjacent to the Jin Dynasty. It is not even more than [-] miles away from the Wanxiang Sect.

Something happened here that was unimaginable.

But he did not doubt Li Yingfu's judgment.

Li Yingfu is a monk in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and may not be good at fighting. However, the sensitivity of his spiritual consciousness and the spiritual awareness formed through years of practice are far beyond what he can match in the early stage of Jindan.

Therefore, Wang Ba attaches great importance to Li Yingfu's perception.

Li Yingfu nodded and looked down with a solemn expression.

It was noon, and the bustling Lidu was buzzing with people.

Nothing unusual can be seen at all.

Although Li Yingfu's spiritual sense noticed something was wrong, for a while, it was difficult to tell the specific problem.

Lou Yi and Tao Ruyi looked at each other, not knowing why.

Only Wang Qingyang, who looked confused, suddenly said doubtfully:

"Didn't you say there is a ghost market here? Why don't you see any monks?"

"Ok?"

Li Yingfu, Wang Yan, Lou Yi and others were all startled, and immediately their expressions changed suddenly!
Li Yingfu suddenly said:

"That's right!"

"No monks!"

"And I didn't sense any monks in the city!"

"Logically speaking, even if there is no ghost market in Lidu, there will never be even a single monk!"

"There must be changes in the city!"

As soon as this word comes out.

Wang Ba's expression suddenly became solemn.

Look at the city below.

His spiritual consciousness swept over it, but he still couldn't see anything unusual.

It was as if this place was really just a prosperous mortal capital where monks had never set foot.

"Illusion?"

This was the first thought that came to his mind.

After all, I had just met Fan Ming who could confuse his mind before.

But after feeling the power of the Yin God in the Yin God Mansion on the Lower Lingtai, he found that nothing had changed.

"It shouldn't be an illusion...but since the ghost market is here, it's impossible for so many monks to disappear out of thin air, right?"

Wang Hao frowned.

Li Yingfu immediately looked at Wang Yan:
"Right Protector, what should we do? Do I need to contact the Li Guo Ghost Market Guard?"

Wang Hao thought for a moment, then shook his head decisively:

"No, the situation is unknown. If you act rashly, you will easily alert the enemy. It's better..."

He whispered.

Hearing Wang Ba's words, Li Yingfu looked shocked at first, but soon showed admiration:

"It's the right protector's strategy that is safer!"

After saying that, Wang Ba stuffed something into his hand, and then Li Yingfu immediately flew around Lidu alone and flew far away.

……

Lidu.

In the market where people come and go, people are smiling or annoyed, walking or standing. Some are sitting on the edge of the restaurant looking down at the drunkards performing nearby, there are prostitutes leaning on the railings and holding flowers to attract customers, and there are also people carrying flowers along the street. A salesman selling gadgets in two bamboo baskets...

Shouting, shouting, and eloquent storytellers...

The entire city smelled like fireworks.

in the tea house.

Two figures, one old and one middle-aged, sit by the window along the street, drinking tea opposite each other.

The old man had a simple face and was wearing a slightly shabby green robe.

The middle-aged man was wearing a black robe. Although there were no unnecessary decorations, the fabric looked very high-quality.

The two of them didn't speak, they just each held a cup of tea and sipped it little by little.

He looks no different from the tea drinkers around him.

After drinking more than half of the tea, the middle-aged man put down the tea and looked at the old man, but stopped talking.

The old man held the tea cup without raising his head, but he seemed to have noticed the middle-aged man's confusion, and said with a smile:
"If you have any questions, just ask. Between us, we can talk about anything."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said:
"There is something that students don't quite understand."

"You have been in seclusion for so long, why did you have to come to Li country as soon as you came out of seclusion?"

When the old man heard this, he showed his white teeth and smiled:

"Have I left seclusion? Haha, no?"

The middle-aged man was slightly startled when he heard this. He didn't know what he thought of, and immediately fell silent.

The old man didn't take it seriously, a flash of memory appeared on his face, and he sighed:
"As for coming to Li Country, haha, it's not a big deal. I raised a little guy here when I was young. Now that I'm older, when this person gets older, he will think of his past friends and the cats and dogs he raised. Ah or something..."

"No, I just came here to take a look."

Although the middle-aged man felt 1 disbeliefs in his heart, there was no doubt on his face.

Just as he glanced at the mortals around him, an unbelievable thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

A look of surprise appeared on his face:
"Teacher, what you mean is the blood here..."

"Shh."

The old man quickly pointed his finger in front of his mouth and said mysteriously:

"Don't say it."

"If you tell me, it will know!"

"Let me tell you, although this little guy doesn't have much ability, he has a very explosive temper..."

The middle-aged man quickly fell silent.

But the old man's behavior undoubtedly proved his suspicion just now.

His eyes swept over the elderly and even chatty old man in front of him, but the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel awe-inspiring in his heart.

He had never underestimated this teacher, but even if he accidentally touched the other person's corner, he still felt as if he was facing an abyss and had an unfathomable feeling of powerlessness.

Just about to speak.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to notice something and raised his head slightly.

His gaze seemed to penetrate through the roof, and he could clearly see a carriage flying straight towards the capital.

"The monks of the Jin Dynasty..."

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged.

The old man poured himself another cup of tea and said with a smile:

"It's good to have more people, so the little one can eat more."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly said:

"If the teacher needs it, the student can have all the captured monks from Sanzhou brought over to it..."

"No, no, no, except for the young monks in Xituozhou, the other three continents are quite stinky. Especially Tubizhou, it stinks like hell!"

The old man repeatedly raised his hand and flapped it in front of his nose, his eyes full of disgust.

It seemed like it really smelled bad.

But just at this moment, the old man seemed to notice something. He suddenly raised his head and looked upward with a slightly focused gaze.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He murmured in his mouth:
"Dream Lord..."

The middle-aged man noticed the changes in the old man and asked quickly:

"Teacher, what's wrong?"

After hearing the middle-aged man's words, the old man seemed to have come back to his senses, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face:

"It's okay, I saw a little guy who has something to do with me."

"brat?"

The middle-aged man's expression changed, and he scanned the people on the carriage with his spiritual consciousness.

But I didn't find anything special.

The middle-aged man pondered for a moment and said:

"Teacher, since it has something to do with you, why don't you mention him a little and let him leave?"

The old man looked surprised:

"Raise a point? Why raise a point?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned: "Didn't you say that it has something to do with you..." "Oh," the old man suddenly understood, and then said with a smile:

"You misunderstood, the relationship I mentioned..."

"It's an incompatible relationship."

"With me, without him, with him... haha, there can't be him."

The tone was understated, but the middle-aged man couldn't help but feel secretly surprised.

Can't be both?

Such a big hatred?
But he has seen that among these people, the one with the highest cultivation level is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

The middle stage of Nascent Soul seems to be at a very high level, but who should be compared with it? In front of this teacher, even ordinary gods...

"You are restricted by this world and cannot take action. It is better for students to take action to end their lives."

The middle-aged man said quickly.

The old man shook his head:

"That won't do!"

The middle-aged man couldn't help but look surprised.

It's not about raising points, nor is it about killing him. What is this teacher's plan?
The old man laughed and said:
"This is an unexpected surprise. It has great uses. You can't kill him. He has to step into a trap for me first."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but become more confused.

"An unexpected surprise? A trap?"

According to this, shouldn't we take action to drive them away?
As if he could see what the middle-aged man was thinking, the old man took a sip of tea with some tea leaves floating in it, closed his eyes slightly, showed an expression of enjoyment, and then said leisurely:

"If you can't even cope with this small pit in front of you, you are not qualified to step into the bigger pit for me."

"If you die, you will die."

"Then it depends on his performance."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man couldn't help but scanned several people with his spiritual consciousness again.

But after all, I still couldn't see anything special.

He could only shake his head and said: "If these people break in, I am afraid they will not be spared. There are already all of them in this city..."

was talking.

But he was a little surprised to find that the carriage stopped above the city and did not fall down again.

"It seems that the problem has been noticed."

The middle-aged man nodded slightly, with a trace of curiosity in his eyes:
"I don't know how they will respond?"

The old man didn't open his mouth to pay attention. He drank a cup of tea and poured another cup with unsatisfied thoughts.

He didn't seem to care about those people.

The middle-aged man focused entirely on these people.

He deliberately did not pay attention to the other party with his eyes or spiritual consciousness, but relied on the changes in nearby aura to deduce the situation in order to prevent them from being noticed.

He was really curious about the person the old man said was related to him.

But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that the Nascent Soul monk was flying away alone.

"Huh? What is this for?"

The middle-aged man was a little confused.

The carriage did not fly away, nor did it fall, but it rose higher.

Then he stopped moving.

see this scene.

The middle-aged man became more and more confused:
"It's strange. Now that you've noticed something is wrong, you should either leave or come down to investigate. What are you doing?"

"Rescue soldiers?"

"But the Li Guo Ghost Market Guards are now unable to protect themselves...who can they turn to?"

He couldn't help but look at the old man, but found that the old man's attention was not on these people. Instead, he kept holding tea and looking straight down the window.

It seemed that his attention was completely occupied by another thing.

"Is it the 'little guy' he just mentioned?"

The middle-aged man's heart froze slightly.

Sensing that the atmosphere was slightly silent, the middle-aged man felt a little uncomfortable and picked up the topic:

"Haha, teacher, do you think these people will come down directly to investigate later, or will they escape first?"

The old man's eyes were still staring down, and he said casually:

"If you fall down, you will die. Escape is a good idea. The situation is not as good as others, so there is no shame in it."

The middle-aged man smiled and said:
"The student thinks that these Dajin monks haven't left yet, maybe they want to come down to investigate."

"That's just right, give my little guy more food."

The old man said cheerfully.

Yet at this moment.

The old man suddenly had a strange look on his face and said in surprise:
"We all guessed wrong."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then noticed something, and couldn't help but raise his head in surprise. After being surprised, he shook his head with a wry smile:

"I didn't expect these people to be so cautious, and they actually directly found the cultivator."

"Teacher, it seems that the person you are talking about should be qualified to step into the trap for you."

The old man didn't speak this time, but there was a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes.

In the sky.

A yellow-robed monk with a long beard and a face as heavy as water appeared in the sky above the city in a moment.

Not far from him, several figures quickly flew out of the parked carriage.

The appearance of the leader was not unusual, but he looked calm, pure, and quite majestic.

He bowed to the yellow-robed monk and said, neither humble nor arrogant:
"Wang Ba, the Dharma protector on the right side of the Diwu Palace, has met Elder Ji from Taihe Gong."

The yellow-robed monk glanced at Wang Hao, but there was a touch of intimacy in his eyes, and he said harmoniously:
"You're welcome, if you practice my Houtu Peak's "Zhenyang Wutu Sutra", you will become a family..."

Wang Hao heard the goodwill in the other party's tone, raised his hands and clasped his fists, and changed his words accordingly:
"Disciple Wang Ba, I have met my great uncle."

The other party is the master of his uncle Hu Zaixi. It is reasonable and reasonable for him to call him his uncle.

The yellow-robed monk seemed to often hear his disciples mention Wang Ba. He stroked his beard and nodded with a smile, and then said seriously:
"You just asked Li Yingfu to send a message to the sect. I happened to be in retreat, so I came immediately."

As he spoke, his consciousness carefully scanned the bottom, and he faintly noticed a trace of extremely profound blood energy fluctuations, and his expression froze.

Without waiting for Wang Ba to speak, he said in a deep voice:

"You stand back!"

When Wang Hao heard the words, he heard the solemnity in the other party's tone and did not dare to show any slightness:

"Master, uncle, be careful!"

"Lou Yi, Ruyi, Lu'e, Qingyang... let's go first."

Several people quickly followed Wang Hao and quickly flew towards the distance.

"Teacher, do you need to catch them?"

Below, Lidu.

In the teahouse.

The middle-aged man hesitated and looked at the old man.

The old man still held the tea cup in his hand with a smile on his face:

"Catch what, beat and kill, that's not good."

"However, this kid's progress is a bit slow."

The middle-aged man hesitated slightly: "Then, this Ji Ying, did the students kill him, or..."

"Ren'er, I've always said that, you just like fighting and killing too much."

The old man shook his head repeatedly:
"My little guy is still a little short of being able to condense his true body."

The middle-aged man's heart froze, and he couldn't help cursing hypocrisy secretly, but his face showed a respectful look:
"Yes, student, catch him now."

As he spoke, a figure with the same appearance as him, but dressed in pure white robes, walked out of him.

But compared to the middle-aged man's humility and gentleness, the face of this white-robed 'middle-aged man' was filled with evil spirits.

However, the tea lovers around seemed completely invisible to this strange scene.

The middle-aged man in white robe walked straight out of the teahouse as if there was no one else around.

Look up at the sky.

Above the sky, a big yellow hand seemed to be holding the heaven and the earth, pressing down with a crash!

A fierce look suddenly flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man in white robe.

Raise your hand directly.

In an instant, from behind him, the shadow of an emperor dressed in gold and white with twelve crowns on his head suddenly appeared. He immediately faced the wind and rose. In just a blink of an eye, he stood tall in the sky. His sleeves were rolled up slightly. The powerful magic power smashed the big yellow hand to pieces!
Scattered yellow mana behind.

The yellow-robed monk's robes were messy and he flew away, his eyes showing shock and anger:
"It turned out to be you!"

"Original Demon Sect Master!"

"Shangguan Ren!" (End of this chapter)