The cat swallowed the fireball hard, wisps of black smoke coming out of its mouth, as if it was very satisfied, and it was obvious that the fireball had become its tonic.

Mu Lingyun saw that he couldn't strike with all his might, so he turned around and ran.

The cat roared and chased after it.

The candle flame under the slaughterhouse in the courtyard was faint, Bao Wei held a sharp knife in his hand, tilted his head, half lying on a wooden chair and falling asleep, talking in his dreams with his eyes closed, and he didn't know who covered him with a quilt.

There are a large number of unslaughtered creatures hanging on the roof of the slaughterhouse, and it seems that this work is not as easy as imagined, and sometimes it is necessary to work overtime.

At the moment of crisis, Mu Lingyun turned over in the air and hid behind Bao Wei.

The cat grinned, plunged headlong, and jumped onto the table, making the sound of fish touching the board.

Bao had different reflexes, and his left hand grabbed the neck of the cat like lightning and twisted it vigorously.

The sound of "click" bone cracking sounded, and the thick neck of the cat beast was instantly twisted off by the iron hand that wrapped it.

Withdraw your left hand, and the knife in your right hand turns like a windmill.

In the blink of an eye, the cat and beast stood motionless on the board, showing a posture of wanting to move forward.

The next moment, the cat and beast collapsed violently, separated from flesh and bones, and died thoroughly.

After a few breaths, Mu Lingyun rushed to his room on the fifth floor as fast as he could, closed the door, and lay on the lacquered bed, panting and sweating profusely, looking frightened.

The next day, Mu Lingyun was in a trance, looking frightened, the cat beast could swallow his fireball alive, and the fireball was his biggest reliance.

If it weren't for Bao Wei's unconscious shot in his dream, he would have been standing up last night, and maybe there would be no bones.

Mu Lingyun asked people all the way about the location of the Zhiqu Pavilion.

After a stick of incense, I finally found it, and the location was in the small alley in the middle and rear of the market.

Mu Lingyun followed the flow of people and entered an elegant courtyard, attic, champs, pavilions, corridors, and ponds......

It was crowded with people everywhere, and most of these people were graceful and elegant.

Some of the comers, shaking the folding fan in their hands, shaking their heads and reciting the poem "The Peerless Ice Emperor": "Thousands of miles of ice block the territory, thousands of miles of snow bury dry bones, a sword cuts through the red dust, and the peerless British name is passed down to the ............."

"Ladies and gentlemen, coming to the Zhiqu Pavilion today really makes the humble house shine! Now back to the point, there are a total of thirty rubbings of the Thousand Illusions Sutra on this long table, and you can read them at will. ”

"After three days, if you can memorize the whole scripture, you will be rewarded with 30 spirit stones, and if you can't memorize them completely, you will be fined 10 spirit stones. ”

"Those who can make a complete Thousand Illusion Mask will be rewarded with fifty low-grade spirit stones, and those who are incomplete or defective will be fined twenty lower-grade spirit stones, of course, these rewards and punishments are only for the participants, and the onlookers will not be affected in any way. ”

A middle-aged man dressed in white and with three long beards spoke.

"Lord Wenge, I participated three days ago, and today I came to recite the Thousand Illusions Sutra. ”

"I also attended three days ago. ”

"Me too. ”

There were several comers in the crowd, who walked up to the so-called Wen Pavilion Lord, scrambling to recite it.

"You don't have to scramble, line up, come one by one. Pavilion Lord Wen spoke.

"Wen Bixia! The old man is going to make a thousand illusion masks on the spot. A hunchbacked old man with gray hair shook a folding fan in his left hand and slapped his right hand heavily on the desk, with a confident expression.

"Lu Youjiao, you failed to make the Thousand Illusion Mask yesterday, so it's better to study it for two more days and come back, so as not to lose money again." Wen Bixia advised.

"Fart, the old man said that if you come today, you will make it today, don't underestimate me. Lu Youjiao patted his chest and said.

"Okay! Since Brother Lu Youjiao Ren insists on this, the younger brother has nothing to say, please line up later, let's follow the order, one by one, whoever wants to disagree can come and fight with me, and if you can pick me up three times, you can avoid queuing. Wen Bixia admonished.

"I, Guo Dihui, am not convinced! A black-faced guy with white hair said in a straight voice.

"Oh, Brother Guo Dihui, don't talk nonsense, let's get started. Wen Bixia said domineeringly.

I saw Wen Bixia pick up the brush on the desk and wave it in the air, and actually wrote two words "窴號", exuding a strong sense of righteousness.

Not to be outdone, Guo Dihui roared, two horns were drilled out of the top of his head, and the muscles of his whole body were bursting, and even his shirt was torn.

"Hey ......" Guo Dihui shouted and cheered, like a strong bull, rampage, and at the same time stretched out his golden fist like a sandbag, and hit the two words hard.

The seemingly fragile words turned out to ripple layer by layer, like a lake under the breeze.

Guo Dihui's fist passed through the words, and when he entered the forearm position, he could not save it, and he couldn't pull it out when his arm retreated.

Guo Dihui was extremely anxious when another font slapped heavily on his face.

After a cup of tea, the bottom of the pot was gray and blue, and his face was swollen, just like a national treasure giant panda, and this guy left the scene amid the ridicule of everyone.

Lu Youjiao originally wanted to fight Wen Bixia, but now he knew that he was powerful, and he completely died down.

At ten o'clock in the afternoon, the last reciter threw ten spirit stones on the table and left dejectedly.

Of the eighteen reciters, only two recited without omission, and the remaining sixteen all paid fines.

At the end of the recitation session, the following entered the stage of making a thousand illusion masks, and I saw Lu Youjiao find a wooden stool and sit at the desk with a golden knife.

"Brother Lu, what kind of mask are you going to make, tell Brother Yu the name, so that I can prepare materials for you. Wen Bixia said.

"Old Hengqiu!" Lu Youjiao roared domineeringly.

"Okay, this is the material for the old Hengqiu mask, let's start making it. Wen Bixia reminded.

After an hour of production, Lu Youjiao has already made the overall prototype of Lao Hengqiu's mask.

The following is the process of fine carving, the gloss of the skin, the pores on the skin, all of which must be made vividly.

After more than half an hour, Lu Youjiao stood up with a solemn face.

"The wrinkles of this mask are rough, and if you choose a young person's mask, you don't have to worry about that. ”

"The mask making is quite qualified, this is forty lower-grade spirit stones, Brother Lu, you can take it, as for why there are ten less, you must have a number in your heart." Wen Bixia admonished.

Lu Youjiao put the forty spirit stones into the storage ring and left satisfied.

There was no one who could make a thousand illusion masks in the back, and the big guys were talking to each other, and there was a lot of noise.

"Okay, let's come and read a book. Wen Bixia said happily.

Mu Lingyun had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and rushed forward with an arrow step, picked up a Thousand Illusions Sutra, and flipped through it.

At 10 p.m., the sun sets and night falls.

Most of the people who came left, leaving only a handful of four or five people, still looking at the Thousand Illusions Sutra.

The last ones left, needless to say, must be poor ghosts who are in dire need of money.

And during the day, most of the playboys come here to watch the fun. Ask for collections, ask for recommendations.