Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 344 Chance Encounter
Lu Ye was just wandering around when he saw a woman walking on the street carrying a load on her shoulders. She was about thirty years old and had a green cloth bun on her head. She was dressed as a middle-aged woman, wearing a black Tianlun Sect servant uniform and fast boots.

She has an ordinary appearance, a little haggard, and her eyebrows are slightly wrinkled, but she still does not hide her heroic spirit. Her figure remains upright, with a long knife on her waist. The old leather sheath outside is shiny and patinated, and the scabbard gently moves as she walks. Pat one after another on the side of the leg.

The load carried a basket on each side, covered with wooden lids, and the fragrance of spiritual rice emanated from the gaps in the baskets.

The distance between each step of this woman's walking is almost the same, her front and back footings are extremely stable, and she can still walk easily while carrying a load on her shoulders.

You must know that each piece of spiritual rice absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and its weight is several times that of ordinary rice. This woman walks easily as if there is nothing on her shoulders, and she clearly has extremely high martial arts skills.

Lu Ye only glanced at it and knew that the other party's cultivation level had reached the level of Iron Zang Grand Martial Master, and it was estimated that he would be able to break through to the level of Silver Marrow Master in one or two years.

In the mortal world, he is already a great master. Of course, in the sect of cultivating immortals, it is very common for handymen to have such skills. It is just a matter of taking more elixirs to cleanse the marrow and loosen the bones.

Such handymen can be seen everywhere in the city.

Tianlun Sect is no different from other sects. Usually, a formal disciple has several servants running around to handle trivial matters.

Therefore, there are many handymen in Wenxinfang City who come out to sell some worthless things for cultivating immortals on behalf of their owners. They have Tianlun Sect status, and the items are not worth robbing cultivators, so they are safe and secure, and there is no need to worry about being robbed.

Lu Ye didn't know how many handyman disciples he had seen in the market in the past half month.

At this moment, he saw that the other person's back looked like an old friend, so he followed him silently, then turned a corner and walked into another street.

However, he activated the Lotus Seat Technique in the Sea of ​​Consciousness, and his spiritual consciousness spread out quietly, falling tightly behind the woman in front of him.

This is the wonderful use of divine consciousness. It can invade like fire, or it can be gentle like wind and drizzle. Luye's divine consciousness only anchors one mortal, and does not involve fighting. Therefore, it does not fluctuate much and consumes little. It is as hidden as silk rain.

Unless there is another foundation-building monk who has also locked onto this woman, the two people's spiritual consciousness will collide, and a reaction will be generated, or there is a golden elixir ancestor here who can detect the outward spiritual consciousness.

At this moment, Lu Ye knew that it was safe for him to use his spiritual consciousness in this way.

No matter how she walked, the woman in front could not escape his tracking.

After walking half a stick of incense, the woman in front stopped, and Lu Ye walked out from the side street in time.

I saw many handyman disciples setting up stalls on this street. It was considered a benefit given by the sect to the disciples. There was no need to pay fees or take commissions.

These disciples occupied positions along the street, selling goods of ordinary value, such as spiritual rice, spiritual rice, spiritual vegetables, some Qi-enhancing pills used only by low-level Qi-training disciples, or the lowest-grade talisman paper used for first-level entry-level talismans. wait.

Lu Ye adjusted his mana aura in a timely manner, lowering his cultivation level from the late stage of Qi training to the early stage of Qi training, otherwise it would be too conspicuous in the crowd.

He seemed to be wandering around and bought some small items for cultivating immortals that he had no use for at several stalls.

The fish and dragon diagram scanned the surroundings. There were no foundation-building monks, not even late-stage Qi-training monks, so they made sure the surroundings were safe.

He then walked easily towards the woman who was being followed all the way.

At this time, the woman with a green cloth headband had put down her burden and opened the cotton cloth covering it, revealing the crystal clear rice inside.

The shoulder pole was placed diagonally behind him. If he looked carefully, he saw that it was a double-headed gun made of iron. The red cherry blossoms were painted black to avoid being dazzling.

The woman took out the two wooden lids covering the pick and propped them up on the ground. There were several large characters written on the wooden lids, which saved her from hawking.

"Red fragrant spiritual rice, ten pounds of spiritual crystal."

"Small business can only be done on credit."

"Counteroffers are declined, patronage is welcome."

The writing of these characters is not very pretty, and the slenderness of the writing indicates that it was written by a woman, but the sharpness of the writing can still be seen as unruly and unruly.

The woman was sitting there cross-legged, with a long knife across her legs.

Because she put the pricey move in front, it was equivalent to saying everything that needed to be said. She was not as enthusiastic about selling as the servants on the left and right, but she seemed a little quiet.

The woman looked left and right, her eyes focused on the faces of passers-by, obviously not interested in selling spiritual rice.

However, the quality of her spiritual rice is obviously good, and it should have been sold for a long time. There are also many repeat customers from low-level monks, and several monks rushed over.

"Red Lady, I haven't seen you for a while. Come on, come on, give me fifty pounds. If you don't come, I will stop cooking."

"Don't listen to what he said is so serious. How can you starve to death even if you have a spiritual stone? Red Lady, give me forty pounds, others won't be able to grow the taste of your spiritual rice!"

Soon, half a basket of spiritual rice was divided into two pieces of spiritual stones, which the red lady carefully put into her arms.

Lu Ye stepped forward in front of Ling Yuangou's face and carefully looked at the face of the woman opposite to confirm that he had not seen it wrong.

His heart was pounding.

Sister Hong!

Huangtian paid off, and in this market, he finally found it.

The haggard woman with a green cloth headband in front of her is Sister Hong.

Sister Hong was already older than him and Pan Furong, and Pan Furong was almost brought up by Sister Hong.

Now Lu Ye has been practicing Taoism for nearly sixteen years and is thirty-six years old. Sister Hong is also nearly fifty.

It's just that he has martial arts skills and has reached the realm of the Iron Zang Great Martial Master. His whole body is full of energy and blood, his internal organs are as strong as steel, and his body functions are far beyond those of ordinary people.

So Sister Hong is still the same.

She has a big frame, a long stature, and an ordinary appearance, but her eyes are sharp and shining. With her fighting experience in the refugee army, if she can match the murderous aura in her opponent, if you look closely, she is still very interesting.

Lu Ye's mind was very confused. He had thought about what it would be like to find the two girls, but now that he saw Sister Hong, his thoughts were a little confused.

I'm afraid that Pan Furong will have a bad life.

She was afraid that Pan Furong would be bullied by the three black masters.

There are many things to be afraid of, some of which are similar to the timid feeling of being close to home, which makes people shy away.

At the same time, among the many thoughts running around, there was one thought that was particularly jumpy and lively.

Lu Ye carefully looked at Sister Hong, whose color had not changed, and thought in his heart - OK, Wang Hu, Wang Hu!
I regard you as my adopted brother, but you want to be my brother-in-law!

Not a son of man.

Lu Ye took a deep breath, and all the distracting thoughts receded like a tide.

He coughed lightly and was about to go up to talk to Sister Hong, but a handyman rushed out from beside him, stood in front of Sister Hong with his hands on his hips, and sneered a few times.

"Red Lady, my master is too worried about his face to speak."

"I don't think about it that much. Your master never obeys. You should say something!"

"In terms of status, my master is a disciple of the inner sect. In terms of cultivation, he has reached the Great Perfection of Qi Training. He may be able to complete the foundation building by some time."

"You are worthy of your master, and my master, the Master, has reached Foundation Establishment Perfection and is less than a hundred years old. He is expected to achieve the Golden Elixir."

"My master invites your master to participate in Buddhist rituals and practice the Great Zen of Bliss. Your master has repeatedly pushed back, but don't be shameless!"

Sister Hong looked at the handyman coldly, her voice cold.

"Lu San, you and I are just servants, how can we be the master of an immortal master?"

"You're talking so wildly, I just pretend I haven't heard it."

"If this word spreads, I'm afraid there will be rumors in the sect. Your body is made of iron, and you are no match for the sect's sword sticks. You will inevitably lose your martial arts and be driven down the mountain."

"Without the skin of a handyman, who will protect you?"

After hearing this, Lu San's expression changed and he laughed evilly.

"Okay, you are really sharp-tongued. I am talking to you with good intentions, but you are using the sect's precepts to suppress me!"

"Very good! Let's wait and see!"

He glanced at the remaining spiritual rice sold by Sister Hong and sneered.

"I want to see if you can make a deal today."

Lu San's face was filled with resentment and viciousness. He turned around and left. However, he passed by several nearby stalls that also sold spiritual rice and whispered a few words to the stall owner's handyman disciple.

soon.

The handyman disciples selling grain around him shouted loudly.

"It's spiritual rice. This season's newly harvested red fragrant spiritual rice is fragrant and has no impurities. It is most suitable for beginners to eat. A piece of spiritual crystal weighs twelve pounds. If you want to buy it, hurry up!"

"After today, there will no longer be such offers!"

A trace of helplessness and sorrow flashed in Sister Hong's eyes.

The owner of Lu San should be famous, but Sister Hong asked him to hit a soft nail and drive him away, but he got involved with the handyman disciples who set up stalls and sold spiritual rice around him.

The spiritual rice they sell is 20% cheaper than Sister Hong’s, so how can she have a business?

Sure enough, it was the regular customer who had greeted Sister Hong and wanted to buy Lingmi, said sorry, turned around and left, to go to his house.

Moreover, the two handyman disciples who were setting up the stalls on Sister Hong's left and right hurriedly moved the stalls slightly to keep a certain distance from Sister Hong, for fear of harming Chi Yu.

Suddenly, the front of Sister Hong’s stall was empty and no longer popular.

Lu Ye was originally heading towards Sister Hong's stall, but when he saw this, he turned around and went to the nearby stall selling spiritual rice at a cheap price. He bought dozens of kilograms and put them in storage bags.

Behind.

Sister Hong sighed, cleaned up the stall, picked up a double-ended gun, picked up two baskets, and prepared to leave the alley.

Lu San was very disgusting. He was colluding with several vendors around him and maliciously lowering the prices.

Several people joined forces and the goods were large enough to make her unable to complete the business today, and there was no point in staying any longer.

Pianfang City has also been designated as an area. Each hilltop handyman disciple has a designated area for doing business. She cannot go to other places to sell.

Today's transaction is a failure and we can only wait for the next time. I'm afraid that Lu San will do this disgusting trick next time. Will this spiritual rice be sold in the future?

Sister Hong was worried, so she walked out of the alley with her burden and walked out of Fangshi.

Behind her, Lu Ye followed leisurely.

"Huh? Interesting!"

In his consciousness, he noticed that several people were following him sneakily, but these people were not following Lu Ye, but Sister Hong.

Lu Ye simply turned around and strolled to the next street.

Let's say that Sister Hong walked out of Fangshi with a load, stopped on one side of the avenue, and then took out a vivid paper butterfly from her arms. She bit her finger and a drop of blood dripped on it.

When the blood falls into the paper butterfly, it is like falling into water and swimming away. The paper butterfly immediately turns light red and spreads out on the roadside, turning into a large light red butterfly with wings spread about ten feet long.

Sister Hong stepped forward and fixed the unsold spiritual rice. With a whistle, the paper butterfly flapped its wings and flew into the air.

After circling for a few times, its wings flapped, and its speed increased sharply, much faster than a galloping horse, almost at the same speed as the great mortal master.

It turns out that this paper butterfly is one of the most basic mechanical beasts, often used by handymen to travel.

Paper butterflies fly faster than horses, but much slower than monks, so they don't need wind protection, they have no protective function, they don't fly high, and they will break after being used more than a dozen times.

The advantage is that it only requires spiritual crystals to activate, and it is cheap to make, so you won’t be heartbroken if it breaks.

Moreover, because it has few functions, it was specially designed for handyman disciples who have no spiritual roots to travel on the road, so that the corresponding blood can stimulate the operation of its internal formation disk, and it is very popular among handyman disciples.

After all, although Wenxinfang City is at the foot of Tianlun Sect Mountain, it is actually dozens of miles away from the mountain.

If the handyman disciples had to rely on horse power and foot power to travel back and forth, it would waste a lot of time, so the sect developed this thing to help the handymen travel.

Not long after flying, Sister Hong quickly left the area of ​​Fang City. Outside was a vast forest, with several paths extending straight up the mountain for low-level monks to escape.

The paper butterfly flew silently one foot above the treetops, parallel to the road, about ten feet away.

Because the light below was like a shooting star, and there was an endless stream of them. It was the noble immortal masters who were fleeing.

Even if the handyman disciple controls the paper machine beast, he is not allowed to fly directly above the road. If you anger any immortal master, a spell will be enough to kill you.

Sister Hong frowned and sat on the paper butterfly - the young lady's situation was getting worse and worse.

Master Sanhei seemed to have an ulterior motive, and there was also a fellow monk outside who could not be beaten with a pole, pressing on him step by step.

She was thinking worriedly.

Suddenly, dozens of evil winds struck behind him.

"not good!"

Sister Hong reacted instantly and shot her body in the air. At the same time, she pulled out her waist knife and slashed backwards, dancing into a curtain of knives.

There was a loud ding-ding-ding-ding sound.

More than a dozen sharp arrows were deflected by her with her random cloak sword skills.

However, an arrow came from a tricky angle and shot directly at the paper butterfly sitting under the seat.

"not good!"

Sister Hong was frightened. This mechanical beast could only fly low with a heavy load. It had no defensive function and was very fragile.

If an arrow were to penetrate it, it would not be able to fly or escape.

"Hi!"

She shouted loudly and threw the knife in her hand, knocking away the incoming arrow. The knife was also lost and fell under the woods.

"Huh, Red Lady, you lost your weapon, how can you stop it?"

From behind the woods, several more paper-shaped beasts flew out, including eagles, cranes, and large eagles.

But he saw Lu San with a wicked smile on his face, riding on a paper eagle, holding a huge bow, with a pot of iron feather arrows hanging on his waist, and he was stringing the bow with several arrows in his hand.

There were two companions in handymen's clothes on his left and right.

The three of them all raised their bows and arrows, and there was a soft buzzing sound and arrows were shooting at them.

Lu San laughed wildly.

"Red Lady, why bother struggling? I promise I won't hurt you when you're captured!"

"Follow me back to the mountain today and let my master witness our marriage to you!"

"Let's pair up as servants and show off to your master!"

"I heard that your master has a deep relationship with you. Maybe she has figured it out and is willing to practice Buddhist meditation with my master!"

Facing another wave of arrows.

Sister Hong took a deep breath and kicked the basket at her feet. The double-headed spear flew out and landed in her hand. She made a falling arrow pose and deflected the incoming arrow in an arc.

At the same time, he kicked out his feet in succession, knocking two baskets of spiritual rice into the air, and controlled the paper butterflies to escape at extreme speed.

She didn't expect Lu San to be so courageous and domineering. She knew that if she fell into the hands of the other party today, it would be bad.

Lu San was furious when he saw that another wave of arrows was blocked by the woman, but the other party was still running away.

"Brothers, this bitch will be fined if she refuses to drink a toast!"

"Surround him, capture him, and survive! Let's also learn from the master, and we brothers will study Buddhism together today!"

The two companions next to him laughed strangely, then circled left and right to outflank him.

Just a few breaths of time.

Because Sister Hong was distracted from guarding against arrows, she was already being overtaken by two people on her left and right, forming a pincer attack.

Determination flashed in her eyes, and she tightened the double-headed gun in her hand.

There is no escape today. Before dying, we must take away this scourge of Lu San.

Sister Hong was about to give up her defense and deliver the final stab.

I saw a large bloody flag flying in a circle in the air.

Lu San and the other two companions were firing arrows passionately at one moment, and then screamed in agony, and the blood all over their body flew out from their facial features, almost in the shape of a jet, and was swallowed up by the big flag.

Plop, plop!
Three mummies shrunk to the size of children fell from the sky.

The big flag flickered again, and all the mounts they were riding on plummeted down and disintegrated as soon as they hit the ground.

"A calamity cultivator who practices demonic skills?"

"Why would you do something to these handyman disciples like yourself?"

Sister Hong was shocked. It was really unlucky for her to go out today.

Before she could react, a figure appeared out of thin air on top of the paper butterfly. It had a long horse face and a black cloak. The figure seemed light and weightless.

The direction and speed of the paper butterfly did not change, and it was still galloping.

"Hi!"

Sister Hong stabbed the opponent hard with her gun. She knew he was a monk just by looking at the opponent's skills, but she was so stubborn that even if she died, she would be covered in his blood.

The opponent dodged in a flash, his eyes were so bright that Sister Hong just looked at each other and fainted completely.

A quarter of an hour later.

Sister Hong woke up with a slight pain in her head. At the same time, her blood was boiling and her murderous aura was faintly revealed, as if she had just experienced a fight.

But if you look carefully, you can see that the long knife is hanging on the waist, and the double-headed spear is carrying two baskets. The wooden lid is tightly covered. When you open it, you can see that all the spiritual rice is left inside.

Well, she still remembered that she was squeezed out by Lu San with despicable means. After leaving the market, she got on Zhidie and left. As a result, she saw Lu San leading the two men to pursue her in the distance without any concealment.

She ran away in a hurry, but the three deer and three others were unlucky.

There happened to be a conflict between two monks in the dense forest, and the aftermath of the magic tore the three people flying overhead into pieces. But she was lucky enough to be more than ten feet away and escaped without any trouble.

"I'm so lucky today, I have to tell the lady when I get back."

"Monk Zhenqiu will definitely not let it go when his servant dies. He might have some twisted thoughts that would make her prepare in advance."

"In addition, the Immortal Master must also report what should be reported. After all, someone is dead."

Sister Hong thought about it and hurried on. When she returned to the mountain, she went to see Pan Furong first.

Then Pan Furong came forward and met her fellow servants on duty, and told them about the fact that her handyman accidentally witnessed the death of several other handymen.

The disciple on duty didn't take it seriously after hearing this, but it was just a few handyman disciples who died. What's the big deal? Mortals without spiritual roots will never die.

Due to the sect's rules, the disciples on duty rushed to the scene and surveyed the scene hastily.

Three mummies whose bodies had been drained of blood were suspected to be inherited from the demon sect's turbid blood lineage, with demonic aura mixed in them.

We came to the conclusion that the two monks, whose background was probably one demon and the other, got into an argument, and when they started fighting, the aftermath of their magic blasted the unlucky three to pieces.

Because the magic aura in the field was weak and it was just for Qi training, the disciple on duty filed it away.

As for searching Sister Hong's soul to find out the truth, it's even more impossible.

Darling, it’s just a few handyman disciples who died, so why is it worth using soul searching methods?

Forget about fighting the enemy. In the late stage of Qi training, the disciple can reluctantly use the clumsy soul-searching technique to search for memories and shoot the opponent's head with it.

But Sister Hong is our own handyman after all. If we want to search for souls without any side effects, we must invite a foundation-building overhaul to take charge.

Which foundation-building master would delay his practice time just because three handymen died?

Anyway, under the Tianlun Sect, it is common for cultivators to fight, fight, and fight.

Even the feet of a mortal emperor are not so clean.

As long as the core interests of Tianlun Sect and Fangshi are not endangered, the sect will not bother to care about these passers-by.

Everything is taken care of.

Back to Pan Furong, now in the small courtyard with the name Zhenmei.

Sister Hong shook her head and explained what Monk Zhenqiu's handyman Lu San did today.

She looked at Pan Furong, who had shaved off her black hair and was wearing a hat and robe, and felt a pain in her heart.

"Miss," her title has never changed for decades, "Lu San is dead, and although the sect doesn't care about it, Zhenqiu might cause trouble."

"You have to be careful..."

(End of this chapter)