Reborn as a wolf

Chapter 11 Conspiracy and calculation

The city gate caught fire and affected the pond fish.

The battle between cultivators spread to ordinary mortals, and among mortals it is also known as - natural disasters and catastrophes.

If it is just a battle between two cultivators, the strength is not high, and the damage caused is limited.

But the serious consequences of the battle between hundreds of cultivators can be imagined.

This is the fundamental reason why the people in Baima City fled.

Heroes emerge from troubled times.

Fatty Huang doesn't want to be a hero, he just wants to be a hero.

Faced with the chaotic situation in Baima City and people scrambling to flee, Fatty Huang, who in the main hall of the city lord advocated gathering private soldiers from families of all sizes in Baima City to attack the city gate, at this moment, calmly twisted a decorative vase in the study.

The vase rotates 180 degrees, and the original two rows of simple books are slowly opened from the middle, revealing a dark and deep passage. The old wooden ladder has been covered with moss, and the air is not turbid. It is obvious that this is an underground passage. Vents to the ground are provided.

"Come in."

Fatty Huang waved his hand calmly, and the wives, concubines, private soldiers, servants, and servants in Huang's mansion came in one after another holding burning torches.

Wealth is in danger.

When the vast majority of people chose to flee from Baima City, Fatty Huang chose to stay. From the eyeliner he arranged in the City Lord's Mansion, he already knew that Baldy Yang had given up on Baima City and left with dozens of confidants who were highly skilled in martial arts. white horse city.

Fatty Huang wanted to be grand, so he decided to take a gamble. If he survived by chance, then Baima City would fall into his hands. There is no doubt that he, Fatty Huang, would become the next lord of Baima City .

The Gu family, the richest man in Baima City, left Baima City last night. Now, except for him, Huang Fatty, who else is qualified to sit on the throne of Baima City Lord.

Subduing demons and eliminating demons is a matter between cultivators. Baima City is waiting to be rebuilt. Fatty Huang can foresee how domineering he will be when he sits as the city lord of Baima City.

"Hey." Fatty Huang showed a smug smile, stepped into the stairs of the underground passage, twisted an oval jade stone on the wall of the underground passage, and slowly closed the two rows of bookshelves in the study.

A strange man in a black robe covering his whole body sat cross-legged in a hidden cave ten miles outside Baima City. There was no light, only darkness, and two dark green brilliance lit up in the darkness.

The weird man in black robe opened his eyes, looked at the piles of bones in front of him, gave a strange laugh of "Jie Jie", and said to himself: "Why are there a group of small fish and shrimp here?"

The ghost in red is the bait, the cultivators of Piaoxiang Academy are a group of small fish, and the monster in black is a fisherman holding a fishing rod or casting a net.

"No matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat."

The black-robed monster stood up from the dark and damp cave, looked towards Baima City ten miles away, and said, "It's time to collect the net."

Immediately, the black-robed monster merged into the dark and damp ground and disappeared without a trace.

When Xie Zhengyang came, he encountered a rush of people fleeing in a hurry. He stood on the thousand paper cranes, located in the sky outside Baima City, and did not enter the city immediately. Tired, cleaned up, and back in top shape.

The sky above the White Horse City is full of resentment, which has already formed a thick cloud. This is not a dark cloud that God is about to rain, but a real one, formed by the resentment gathered in the sky before death.

To gather such a big dark cloud and not disperse, is it because there are too many dead people in Baima City, or because of the monstrous magic power of the monster?

There is still a way to resolve the former, but if it is the latter, it is estimated that the outer disciples of Piaoxiang Academy are here to deliver food.Are those people in front of them all stupid cultivators?Haven't you seen the weirdness of White Horse City?

"Brother Li Dao." Xie Zhengyang, who was thinking carefully, suddenly found a green-robed Taoist priest, a gray-clothed boy, and an adult coyote standing at the corner of the White Horse City. As for the giant eagle, it was not the same as them. appear together.

Xie Zhengyang lowered the Thousand Paper Crane and landed three meters away from the green-robed Taoist priest. He stood still and shouted again, "Brother Daoist Li, can you find anything wrong?"

The green-robed Taoist glanced at Xie Zhengyang, clapped his palms, scattered the handful of dirt stained with the ground he had just picked up in his hands, and said, "This man is so generous that he actually laid out a large number of bricks on the four walls of Baima City at the same time." A big blood formation."

"Formation?"

Xie Zhengyang's face suddenly changed, his heart was pounding, and he hurriedly asked: "Brother Li Dao, do you know who arranged the blood array?"

The green-robed Taoist gave Xie Zhengyang a blank look, and said in a lukewarm tone: "Is it necessary for the poor Taoist to answer you?"

Xie Zhengyang was a little embarrassed, but still asked with a cheeky face: "Lansheng is dull, and I hope Brother Li Dao will not hesitate to give it to him, so as to clear up the confusion for Wansheng."

"Netherworld Ghost Sect."

The green-robed Taoist priest threw down the four words, turned around and looked around the city, ignored Xie Zhengyang from Piaoxiang Academy, and then began to calculate with both hands.

Xie Zhengyang gasped, and a flash of light flashed through his mind.

This is a conspiracy.

Huangquan Guizong has always been the enemy of Piaoxiang Academy. There is no doubt that this is a trap set by Huangquan Guizong. Immediately, Xie Zhengyang was very lucky. Fortunately, he was always cautious, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.

It seems that Brother Li Dao is a senior expert, at least he has a cultivation level above the foundation stage. It is safer to follow him. Immediately afterwards, Xie Zhengyang gave full play to his thick-skinned characteristics and kept walking three meters away from the green-robed Taoist priest.

The green-robed Taoist grinned and smiled, not exposing Xie Zhengyang's little wishful thinking in his heart, and started to walk southwest.

Xie Zhengyang kept a distance of about three meters from the green-robed Taoist priest without haste, and hurriedly followed, for fear of losing his life if he didn't pay attention.

"what."

At this time, a horrific scream suddenly came from the city, and the voice quickly disappeared. Lights of light shot up into the sky in Baima City, and hundreds of figures galloped towards the source of the voice.

The green-robed Taoist stopped slightly, turned his head, hesitated for a moment, whether to save or not, but then remembered that he still had a follower, squatted down and said to the gray-clothed boy: "Apprentice, the master will test you on your debut. "

The boy in gray blinked his eyes, looked at the master who suddenly stopped and knelt down, and said innocently, "What's the problem?"

The green-robed Taoist said with a serious expression: "There is a saying in Buddhist scriptures, 'The Buddha will not give up thousands of people because of one person, nor will he give up one person because of thousands of people.' How do you understand the meaning of this sentence?"

The boy in gray rubbed his head and thought about it carefully. Instead of bothering the master as a Taoist priest, he suddenly asked a question about the Buddhist scriptures, but replied honestly: "Master, I don't understand."

The green-robed Taoist smiled and touched the gray-clothed boy's little head, and said, "Then master, to put it in an easy-to-understand way, the people in Baima City are now 'millions of people', and the cultivators of Piaoxiang Academy are" One person", which one do you want the master to save?"

The boy in gray looked at the white-robed scholar who was three meters behind him with a smirk, then turned his head and said, "This is too insidious, I think it's better to save the common people. It would be best if we could save both of them." But that's all."

The green-robed Taoist stood up, pondered what the gray-clothed boy said, chuckled, and said to the white-robed scholar Xie Zhengyang, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, please take the poor boy twenty miles due east for a short rest. If you don’t return within hours, please send the poor apprentice to the Beastmaster Sect to find his teacher.”

Xie Zhengyang, a white-robed scholar, seemed to understand something, then bowed deeply, and said solemnly: "Senior is righteous."

The green-robed Taoist waved his hands, sneered, and said: "What is righteousness? I just like to do things all my life, and I am used to being carefree. Originally, the life and death of your brothers in Piaoxiang Academy has nothing to do with Pindao. Now that the apprentice of the poor Taoist has opened his mouth, the poor Taoist will fight hard, let's go."

The boy in gray seems to have understood something, and regrets what he said just now. If those "millions of people" are from Baima City, then the boy in gray would rather let the master "one person" be safe than worry about those tens of thousands of people. life and death.

"Go to the poor road."

The green-robed Taoist touched the ground with one foot, jumped into the five-foot-high city wall, and disappeared from the gray-clothed boy's sight in the blink of an eye.

Go ahead to dangers.

In Baima city.

Yang Nishang hid in a thatched hut in the slums, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands, and slowly pulled out the low-grade magic weapon peach wood sword on ### chest, and the wound was emitting green smoke.

This is the "trophy" of killing one of the lone cultivators just now.

Yang Nishang suppressed the pain that pierced his heart, not allowing himself to make a sound, and touched the heart of the cultivator from his arms, a far-fetched smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then swallowed it in one gulp.

Immediately, the chest grows rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The heart of a cultivator is warmed by spiritual power for a long time, even if it is the heart of a cultivator in the Qi training period, it is more than a hundred mortals.

"Tastes great."

Yang Nishang stuck out his tongue and licked the blood stains at the corner of his mouth, with an expression of unfinished expression, and then quickly sat cross-legged on the ground, meditating and practicing according to the exercises recorded in "Yin Ming Gui Jue".

Just the heart of a cultivator in the refining period has already made her skill greatly improved, touching the peak of the first level of ghost cultivation, and her spiritual body has solidified a lot.

At this time, on the muddy floor of the thatched hut, a black robe slowly rose, and a pair of dark green eyes lit up, staring at Yang Nishang who was meditating and practicing, it was the black robe weirdo.

Yang Nishang opened his eyes quickly with vigilance, concentrated his attention on guard, hesitated again and again, finally knelt down on his knees, and whispered: "Yang Nishang pays homage to Master."

"Jie Jie."

The black-robed monster gave a strange laugh, and stretched out his bony and haggard palm. Yang Nishang's low-grade magic weapon, the mahogany sword, flew into the hands of the black-robed monster automatically, and spit out a dark green will-o'-the-wisp from his mouth on the low-grade magic weapon, the peach-wood sword. , the native yellow sword body of Taomu Jianyuan was dyed dark green, and then, the black-robed weirdo threw the dark green Taomu sword to Yang Nishang.

Yang Nishang took advantage of the situation, grabbed the hilt of the sword, and beamed with joy.

The hoarse and deep voice of the black-robed weirdo sounded, "Since you called me Master, I will recognize you as a registered disciple, and this 'Liu Ying Ghost Sword' is right to be your meeting gift from Master, get up and talk .”

"Thank you, Master." Yang Nishang got up quickly, and quickly practiced the "Liuying Ghost Sword" in his hand, making it even more handy, like using his arms and fingers.

The black-robed weirdo took out ten pitch-black round beads the size of ink pigeon eggs from the black robe, handed them to Yang Nishang and said, "These are Yin evil beads, and they are enough for monks in the refining period in critical moments."

Yang Nishang took the Yin Sha Orb carefully and kept it carefully.

The figure of the black-robed eccentric gradually sank into the ground, and he said the last sentence, "Jie Jie, the cat catches the mouse, which one is the cat? Which one is the mouse? Go, my teacher will guide you in secret."

"Thank you, Master."

Yang Nishang kowtowed again to the figure of the black-robed monster gradually sinking into the ground.