Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Su Mo's face softened a little: "Remember, you must calm your mind and recite the mantra when performing it, otherwise, if you provoke some ghosts and ghosts, your life will be lost."

"Thank you sir for your suggestion!"

Wei Wufeng was also full of excitement, and cupped his hands and said: "Mr. is a man of gods, with great supernatural powers, but no matter what, I have a great favor for my Wei family. From now on, whenever Mr. orders, my Wei family will go through fire and water and obey everything!"

"Let's eat the vegetables." Su Mo smiled at him, but didn't say much.

Dan Dao must not be taught, and Wei An is not a disciple of Maoshan, so Maoshan's heretical orthodoxy cannot be taught.

And this low-grade god-fighting secret technique can be regarded as a common item in the Taoist world.

More than [-]% of the Taoist sects in the world have this secret technique, and almost everyone can learn it as long as they can practice it.

And it's just a low-grade one, at most you can only invite some lowest-level heavenly soldiers to possess them, and sending such a spell can be considered casual.

Not long after, the debt collectors of the Wei family also came back.

All of these people were covered with blood, and their eyes were full of evil spirits. It was obvious that they had just gone through a fight.

After all, if you want to collect debts in a place like Guobei County, you can't do it without some violent means.

It's just that when these vicious people saw Su Mo who was eating vegetables with his head bowed, they couldn't help but put away all their swords and bowed their hands respectfully and called Mr. Su.

After seeing Su Mo nodding at them, he sat down one by one, but he was still cautious, carefully eating the food in front of him.

Everyone in the restaurant couldn't help looking at Su Mo.

This young man in white clothes looks delicate and tender. He thought he was a scholar from a scholarly family, and he was dressed luxuriously. Many people have already thought of murdering and robbing.

But now, this thought has dissipated without a trace.

Living in a place like Guobei County, they have a steelyard in their hearts who can be messed with and who can't be messed with.

While eating, there was a sudden noise from the street outside.

Su Mo looked up, only to find a man who looked like a scholar was thrown out, but he was still holding his bookcase tightly in his hands.

A middle-aged man who looked like a shopkeeper came out from the opposite door, and yelled at the scholar: "How dare you come to ask for money without a bill? Get out of here quickly! Be careful, I'll find someone to do you!"

"There is an account book, but it's just drenched by rain..." Although the scholar was afraid, he still poked his neck and said, "Shopkeeper, you can pay some of the account book, otherwise I won't even have to pay for the expenses when I go home." Gone."

"Go away, there is not a single word!"

On the restaurant.

Su Mo's gaze was fixed on the scholar, and a smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Interesting...Ning Caichen?".

Chapter 471

Noticing Su Mo's gaze, Wei Wufeng also poked his head to look, but happened to see the frail scholar getting up from the ground, carefully sorting out the tattered books in his arms.

He has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time, but he judged the general situation in an instant, and said with a smile: "I am afraid that this book is stupid for reading. How dare a place like Guobei County come to collect the bill alone?"

"The shopkeeper is actually quite kind. He just scolded him. If he met someone who was unreasonable, I'm afraid this book won't survive tonight."

Hearing Wei Wufeng's words, the members of the Wei family on the table looked at each other and showed approval.

From the blood stains on the swords when they came in just now, it can be seen that this debt collection experience may not be peaceful, at least the accounts cannot be recovered by just talking about it.

Seeing that Su Mo still didn't look away, Wei Wufeng slowly put away the smile on his face, and said softly, "Is there something special about this scholar?"

"No."

Su Mo came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled, "It's nothing, I just lost my mind just thinking about something."

After half an hour of eating a meal, with such a group of bloodthirsty men sitting in it, the shopkeeper no longer dares to pass off the wine as a good one, or add water to the wine, so the taste is not bad.

After dinner, the sky was already getting hazy. The Wei family found a restaurant in the town to live in. They also invited Su Mo and Yan Chixia, but they refused.

Wei Wufeng wanted to persuade him to stay, but he still didn't say it after thinking it over and over again. He just bowed to the backs of the two until they disappeared at the end of the street, and then slowly straightened up.

"Homeowner."

A strong man leaned over and whispered in Wei Wufeng's ear, "The things you asked us to check just now have been checked clearly."

"The scholar's surname is Ning, and his name is Ning Caichen. He is from Zhejiang City. He has studied for several years. He failed the exam when he went to Beijing. He has a rather bold personality, but his family is poor. He has a wife who has been seriously ill for a long time. In order to make ends meet, I had no choice but to accept the job of collecting the bills.”

"Didn't Mr. Su say that he was just distracted? And there is really nothing special about the scholar named Ning. Why do you care so much?"

Wei Wufeng glanced at him, and said lightly: "Mr. Su is such a fairy, every word and deed must have a deep meaning, no matter whether he is looking at this Ning Caichen or not, we all have to embrace Ning Caichen Thinking about it, just think that this scholar has something special about him, and he is attracted by the gentleman."

"Then what should we do next?" The strong man nodded: "How about I ask the brothers to give him some money?"

"No need."

Wei Wufeng waved his hand: "That's too obvious, let people continue to stare and see which direction he is going. If he leaves in the direction of Mr. Su, there is no need to stare after we leave the town. people withdrew."

"If you just want to go out of town, send a few good people to protect Cheng secretly. Find an opportunity to mention the name of my Wei family, so that the scholar will have an impression in his heart, so as to leave a bond of affection."

"Yes!" The strong man took the order and left.

.........

Qiu Yu is always ready to talk.

Lanruo Temple is about three and a half miles east of Guobei County, but this is a straight-line distance. There are many hills and small ravines, and there are dense forests.

But for mortals, it was troublesome, but for the two monks Su Mo and Yan Chixia, it was right to take a walk after dinner.

"Friend Su Daoist."

Yan Chixia swung her sword at random to pick up a green snake that fell from the treetops, and asked, "I haven't thought about asking, what sect and sect does Fellow Daoist Su come from? With such high and powerful mana, he must be a fairy sect in the mysterious world." .”

"Well, it is indeed the fairy gate." Su Mo nodded, but did not respond directly.

After all, he has not entered Maoshan yet, if he reported to Maoshan's teacher, there might be some troubles.

Seeing that Su Mo didn't want to talk more about this matter, Yan Chixia didn't ask any more questions, but told about her experience of being a judge in the world of mortals a few years ago, and all kinds of unjust, false and wrong cases, which Su Mo listened to with gusto.

I can't appreciate opera, but storytellers in this era are still good, and Yan Chixia obviously has this talent.

"Look, the gloomy ancient temple in front is Lanruo Temple."

After crossing the forest, Yan Chixia pointed to a building hidden in the bushes in the distance: "Near Lanruo Temple, there are hordes of wild wolves, and there are also sneaks from time to time. For ordinary people, it is naturally a forbidden place, but for those of us who practice It is a rare place far away from the world of mortals."

"Although the place is a bit broken, it is better than being quiet. It is a good place for self-cultivation."

"Oh, that's right." Yan Chixia slapped her forehead: "I almost forgot to say that to the east of Lanruo Temple, there lived a thousand-year-old tree demon. That tree demon often killed people, but the victims were all guilty, so The two of us have been neighbors all these years, but we don't offend the river."

Su Mo didn't speak when he heard the words, his eyes lowered slightly.

The main purpose of his visit this time is this thousand-year-old tree demon.

There was no need for Yan Chixia to swing her sword to chop, Su Mo exuded a faint wood aura all the time, and the lush weeds blocking the way automatically parted to the sides, making way for a road.

Not long after, the plaque of Lanruo Temple appeared in front of my eyes.

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However, Yan Chixia's face suddenly became serious.

Because in front of the gate of Lanruo Temple, there stood a middle-aged man wearing a black robe, a hat and a sword in his hand.

Seeing Yan Chixia, the swordsman threw away the half-eaten steamed buns in his hand, with a cruel smile on his face: "Yan Chixia, I never thought that you would live in such a remote place just to avoid me." The place, but I still found it, you can't hide!"

"Bah, what a big face!"

Yan Chixia took a sip: "I just don't want to be disturbed by the world of mortals anymore, don't be too sentimental."

Hearing this, the middle-aged swordsman's face turned cold, and he held his long sword in front of him: "It's useless to talk, let's use your sword! Let me see if your swordsmanship has improved over the past few days."

A surge of sharpness rose from him, and even a slight whirlwind blew up on the surrounding ground, and the huge sword behind Yan Chixia trembled slightly, making a sword noise.

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Su Mo stood beside him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

In the Liaozhai movie in the previous life, besides the demon and the monk, there are two other people. Although they are mortals, they have reached the pinnacle of their respective martial arts. demon!

One is Zuo Qianhu, who worked for the imperial court. With his flying knife and closing knife skills, although he died in the end in the movie, he single-handedly killed the four guardians of Purdue Cihang.

Needless to say, Pudu Cihang, Su Mo thinks that this big centipede is definitely much more powerful than the old black mountain demon.

The strength of its four guardians can be imagined, and it is by no means comparable to ordinary ghosts.

Then, there was the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, Xiahou Tianwu.

Xiahou Tianwu has been fighting with Yan Chixia. You know, Yan Chixia has obtained the inheritance of Taoism, and the dragon and tiger talisman is inscribed on his giant sword, and his body has been washed by the power of the talisman all year round.

Under such circumstances, Xiahou Tianwu was able to fight him for a long time before he was defeated by a sword!

In the original book, if you were not attracted by the female ghost, but met the thousand-year-old tree demon with a weapon in your hand, although you would definitely die, at least you could leave the tree demon with injuries!

"Brother Xiahou, you and I have fought for seven years, and you have lost seven years." Yan Chixia sighed: "Wherever I avoid, you will chase after me, just for the sake of the false name of the world's best swordsman You fight to the death with me, so why bother?"

Xiahou Tianwu was unmoved: "Yan Chixia, are you scared?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, but that it doesn't make sense."

Yan Chixia looked at him; "If you really want it, I will give you the title of the best sword in the world, so what?"

Chapter 472

Yan Chixia was indeed tired.

And after going through last night, he suddenly felt that his previous title as the number one sword in the world seemed to be a great irony.

With Su Mo's order, the scene of hundreds of flying swords flying into the air to slash demons is still vivid in my mind.

It's just that after hearing this, Xiahou Tianwu not only did not show a happy expression, but his eyes were filled with anger: "Yan Chixia, how dare you humiliate me!"

"I have absolutely no intention of that."

"Don't talk nonsense anymore, let's draw the sword!" Xiahou Tianwu was already furious at this moment, and a bright white light flashed, he had already drawn his long sword, and rushed towards Yan Chixia with a gust of wind.

There is a transparent light on the edge of the blade, which makes the steel sword body appear slightly distorted.

This is sword qi, which is also a kind of true qi.

True qi, true qi, these are two different concepts.

The former is the congenital qi that the alchemy monks condense their energy and spirit into one.

The latter is the master of martial arts in the mortal world, the strength accumulated in his dantian after decades of tempering.

There are many mortal masters who have true energy, but there are very few who can release the true energy and attach it to the sword like Xiahou Tianwu did.

His sword is enough to kill ordinary sneaks!

In desperation, Yan Chixia could only draw out the long sword around her waist to fight.

In an instant, the two were fighting together, swords and swords flickering, but Su Mo just stood by as a spectator the whole time.

To be honest, he has never seen a top expert among mortals since he practiced Taoism.

Seeing it now, I couldn't help being a little moved.

With Xiahou Tianwu's strength, if he doesn't use spells, he might be comparable to the alchemist who refines and transforms Qi!

Of course, not only magic spells, but also that mouthful of true energy cannot be used.

Otherwise, if he vomited his true energy, no matter how strong his kung fu was, it would be useless, and he would still be killed in an instant.

The two trembled for about dozens of breaths, and suddenly there was a loud noise.

It was Yan Chixia who pulled out the huge sword behind her, and the runes on the sword shone slightly, obviously driven by the dragon and tiger rune.

Although it only drives a few of the hundreds of runes, it is not something a mortal can compete with.

Xiahou Tianwu snorted, and couldn't help but retreated dozens of steps, his face turned pale.

He looked at the giant sword with anger on his face: "Yan Chixia, you are despicable!"

After fighting for seven years, the two could be regarded as old enemies. He naturally knew the extraordinaryness of that giant sword, and Yan Chixia had never used that giant sword in sword competitions with him before.

"I just don't want to fight with you anymore."

Yan Chixia withdrew her giant sword: "Brother Xiahou, you and I are no longer young, and now I live in seclusion in an ancient temple, just holding the ancient blue lantern scroll, to end my remaining life, and I don't want to involve the world anymore. It's like a dead person."

"What's the point of you competing with a dead man for the title of the best sword in the world?"