Wild boar

Chapter 175 Revising the Cultivation Technique
Hanyang City.

West of the city.

Pioneer Tower.

Tower top loft.

The attic windows were closed on all eight sides.

The window door opened wide, and a figure jumped in. The hidden spider silk existing at the window wrapped around the white figure.

The person who came was none other than Mr. Lu.

I saw a human-sized clay Buddha statue enshrined on the top of the attic.

Lu Jun showed a happy smile.

She gently twisted her waist to peel off the hidden spider silk wrapped around her body, and at the same time decisively twisted the hidden mechanism in the attic.

A click.

The chest of the clay Buddha statue split open, revealing an exquisite hidden grid.

Unfortunately, the secret grid is already empty.

The painted book was moved.

This was expected. Lu Jun came from outside the city. If Miaolang moved, he could only transfer the painting book to the city.

Lu Jun flew into the night sky and began to carefully explore the night sky.

Lu Jun spotted a suspicious figure with just one glance.

The young man in white descended from the sky.

A black-clothed warrior carrying a backpack drew his sword.

The result is of course no suspense.

The warrior in black fell to the ground and died. Lu Jun checked his backpack and found that there were only two ordinary wooden sticks in the backpack.

Then Lu Jun flew into the night sky again, hovering in mid-air to explore.

After a moment.

Five warriors in black who were trying to escape were knocked down in a row. Except this one, all of them were carrying wooden sticks.

suddenly.

A carriage came from outside the city.

The guards at the city gate did not stop him at all.

Because this carriage bears the Fang family's logo.

The carriage stopped in front of Lu Jun.

The thin and old Mr. Fang got out of the carriage with his short and fat son.

"Lu Jun, you idiot, I am immortal, so I can control the painting book, but you can't get it..."

puff!

The second master Fang hadn't finished his warning yet.

Lu Jun stabbed his mouth with a folding fan and stabbed the spider on the back of his head to death.

thump.

The second master Fang fell to the ground.

According to Zhu Zishan's theory, in order to make Miaolang functionally extinct, it is necessary to kill all his powerful clones as much as possible.

Although Second Master Fang's personal combat ability is not good, his status is very high, and he is also a powerful clone that must be killed and cannot be kept at all.

Seeing Miaolang's clone die like this, Da Huang, the weasel in human skin, shuddered all over.

Lu Jun glanced at the short fat man coldly and said, "If you dare to fart, I will kill you."

Bang!
The short, fat human child covered his butt with both hands, holding back a mouthful of pickled cabbage farts caused by nervousness.

clap clap clap...

A brown wild boar came behind Lu Jun.

"Haven't you found it yet?" the wild boar said in human language.

Lu Jun shook his head.

"Where did it start?" Zhu Zishan asked.

Lu Jun pointed to the attic at the top of the tower.

"Don't let this guy fart." Zhu Zishan reminded.

"I know." Lu Jun nodded to show his understanding.

Zhu Zishan flew to the attic at the top of the tower.

The pig's nose sniffed at the delicate hidden grid on the chest of the clay Buddha statue.

After a while.The wild boar Zhu Zishan brought Lu Jun and Dahuang to a beggar.

I saw three people coming.

The unkempt beggar actually laughed.

The beggar took out an exquisite wooden book from his arms.

The wooden book uses wooden boards as pages, and each page has exquisite patterns.

"Hehehe... Mr. Lu, you thought you won, but this is just the beginning... you! And you! Your bodies will be covered with maggots, and you will be swallowed by the monsters. You will definitely die! And I, Miao Lang will win the final victory!" After the beggar announced, he was struck to death by Lu Jun's palm.

"This Miaolang really can't afford to lose. In such a situation, he still has the power of words." Lu Jun said with a look of disdain.

"That's not necessarily the case. As the saying goes, a man is not guilty, but he is guilty of having a jade. I'm afraid from now on, Miaolang's clones all over the world will tell all the monsters in the world that the painted book is on you..." Zhu Zishankou spat out human words. said.

Bang!
The illustrated book of the Demon Tribe’s greatest baby fell to the ground.

Lu Jun felt that this treasure was like a hot potato.

"Zhu Zishan, what should we do now?" Lu Jun asked.

"Let me think about it." The wild boar tilted its head and began to think.

After a moment.

Zhu Zishan turned to look at the short fat man next to him and said, "Dahuang, I'll give you the picture book, do you want it?"

"I don't want it!" Weasel Dahuang shook his head like a rattle.

"Hehehe... we can't give it to you even if you want it. Even if we give away the painted book, we have to make a big fanfare and let everyone know about it. Therefore, the person who gets the painted book must be a very powerful demon." Zhu Zishan He said with narrowed eyes.

"By the way, how is that crow doing now?" Zhu Zishan asked.

"She should still be lying down." Lu Jun said.

"Take him along with us. Let's go back to Jun'an City first. This time Miaolang regarded Black Lives Matter as blood food. This kind of thing spread, which has a great impact on Miaolang's reputation. Now that he has no painting book, I'm afraid When the clone goes out, everyone will shout and beat him up." Zhu Zishan said with a sinister smile.

After half an hour.

Lu Jun, Zhu Zishan, and Dahuang came to the village on the outskirts of the city and saw the crow Hei Mingchang who looked hopeless.

Seeing Zhu Zishan, Hei Mingchang burst into tears.

"Quack! Brother Zhu, I suffered. I was bitten by a dog, and I was almost eaten as blood food by Miao Lang." Hei Mingchang complained loudly when he saw his old friend.

Exactly at this time.

Li Xiuling led the white dog into the room.

"Quack! Help!" Hei Mingchang screamed at the top of his lungs.

After half a day.

A treasure ship sails upstream.

To go from Jun'an City to Hanyang City is to go down the river, and to go from Hanyang City to Jun'an City is to go upstream.

Going upstream requires paddling, and when the current is strong, you need to rely on trackers on the shore.

Therefore, the speed of ships is extremely slow. It usually takes more than half a month to travel from Hanyang City to Jun'an City, and the cost of ship operation is also extremely expensive.

The passengers on the ship are special.

Lu Jun, a handsome young man dressed in white, Li Xiuling, who had just entered the world of immortality, a dog, a wild boar, a weasel, and an injured crow.

……

Tianchi Mountain.

Tianchi Palace.

In a waterside pavilion.

Fairy Ling Hua gazed at the spring scenery in the courtyard.

at this time.

Wuma Kun, dressed in black, was summoned.

"Fairy Linghua, I don't know what you are calling Wuma here for?" Wuma Kun asked, cupping his fists.

"Mr. Wu Ma, please take a seat." Fairy Ling Hua said with a smile.

Wuma Kun sat down as he was told, and Fairy Ling Hua sat opposite him.

"Mr. Wuma, I heard from my brother that underground monks do not have the so-called refinement realm and purification realm during the martial arts training stage. Is this true?" Ling Hua asked with a look of anticipation on his face.

"Fairy Ling Hua, this is true. We underground monks do not practice refinement during the Gang training period. In fact, refinement and the second realm of Chunhua are only done by sword cultivators. Sword cultivators pay attention to purity, so naturally there is no room for it. Impurities..."

"We underground monks practice the way of controlling ghosts. They should belong to the lineage of Shuxiu. The lineage of Shuxui pays attention to tolerance, flexibility, and openness to all rivers... If we don't talk about purity, naturally there is no need for refinement..." Wu Makun explained.

"Mr. Wuma, to tell you the truth, I took too many elixirs, which caused excessive accumulation of erysipelas in my body, and my practice was slow... This caused my cultivation to stagnate for a long time. I feel that if I continue to practice the Tianchi Sword Sutra, I am afraid it will not be enough." What's the future? I hope to modify the ghost control technique, and I hope Mr. Wuma can accept me as his disciple." Ling Hua said sincerely.

"Fairy Linghua, you are serious. You are the sister of the sect leader. If you want to learn the Taiyuan Sect's techniques, how dare a certain family not try their best?" Wuma Kun said.

(End of this chapter)