Chapter 162: Looking for Evil Cultivators
Wang Yi was speechless and couldn't refute it for a while.
Tang Xian is right, Jin Dan and Neidan, although there is only one word difference between the two, but it is precisely because of this word that it is like a world of difference.
In the same situation, one Jin Dan can easily abuse more than a dozen Inner Dan.
After all............
It is difficult for one of the hundred Inner Dan Taoist priests to cultivate into a golden pill.
It's the talent gap,
Just like Wang Yi himself, he has cultivated since he was a child, and it took more than ten years to produce Neidan.
On the other hand, Tang Xian, when he missed the best cultivation age, came from behind, and produced the Inner Pill in just one year, and after becoming a master of the Inner Dan, it took less than half a year to cultivate the Golden Pill.
Innate conditions are far better than acquired efforts.
If you work hard and be useful, you need a genius to do something.
Talking about this, Wang Yi turned around and walked to a table, he opened the drawer on the middle floor, reached out and took out a pile of paper figures from it.
Closing the drawer, Wang Yi turned around and handed the paper figure into Tang Xian's hands.
"I don't need to tell you how to use it, you should know it."
Tang Xian nodded and snorted.
Wang Yi paused and asked, "In case you don't stop those people, what can I do?" β
No matter how you say that you are also a Neidan Taoist, you can't compare to Tang Xian, but for ordinary cultivators, Wang Yi's talent is okay.
"You just guard a few streets near the Eight Directions.
I have a hunch,
Those people are very cunning and definitely not so easy to find out. β
"OJBK, it's up to you to kill all sides when the time comes."
"It's a little scene, haha."
The two chatted for a while, and lost a few words to each other.
Subsequently, Tang Xian put the paper figure away and left Bafang to make money.
Later, he came to a noodle restaurant he frequented.
Tang Xian shouted at the boss: "Boss, a bowl of tripe noodles, a mushroom meatloaf soup." β
The boss immediately responded to him,
"Okay, wait a minute, it'll be right away."
After finding a random place to sit down, Tang Xian took out his mobile phone, opened the map software to zoom in and out, and simply looked at the bird's-eye view of the surrounding areas.
On the map, the suburbs of the city are clear at a glance.
He silently remembered a few sparsely populated places and sketched a road map in his mind.
Whether the evil array is arranged or activated, the movement will be very large, and if it is Tang Xian, he will definitely find a secluded place that can avoid people's ears and eyes, so as to ensure that the progress will go smoothly and will not be disturbed in the process.
But the area covered by sparsely populated places is so great that a mountain is often surrounded by more than a dozen mountains, and there may be caves or mountain streams between the mountains.
Underground pits are also possible.
It will definitely take a lot of time for him to look for it alone.
So that's why he's looking for Wang Yi to take the paper man.
Let the paper man take the position of scout and start a carpet search with himself.
I remember a few places on the map that were easy to toss, and at this time, the boss came over with a tray of noodles and soup.
He put the things on Tang Xian's table and said please use them slowly.
The triad noodles have an attractive taste and the stewed soup is fragrant.
Tang Xian looked at the breakfast in front of him, and suddenly his index finger moved, he picked up the chopsticks and mixed the noodles, and immediately sent the red noodles to his mouth.
Slip~~
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The noodles with chili oil and tripe are fragrant and delicious, and it is extremely satisfying to eat in the mouth.
The mushroom patty soup is very fresh and tastes great.
The crockpot is not big, maybe a little bigger than a fist, but it contains enough soup for an adult.
Of course, people who eat a lot are a different story.
It didn't take long for
He finished the noodles in the bowl and drank the soup completely.
Tang Xian put down his chopsticks, took out a tissue and wiped his mouth.
Get up and scan the code with your mobile phone to pay the bill.
After eating and drinking, Tang Xian walked out of the noodle shop, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and after getting into the car, he asked the driver to drive towards the suburbs.
This time, the driver master was a master with few words, Tang Xian didn't speak, and he didn't take the initiative to find a topic.
One of the two observed the road conditions in front and concentrated on driving, and the other looked at the scenery outside the car window in the back, enjoying themselves.
The green light all the way, and after driving for more than ten minutes, he arrived at the place he was going to.
It's kind of rural, right?
The road here is a bit narrow, there are rice fields on both sides, and a little further past there are mountains and rivers, the scenery is pleasant, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and you can hear the sound of cicadas from time to time or two.
Paid and got out of the car, the taxi turned around, and the car drove away.
Tang Xian looked up at the sky, identified the direction, and then headed towards the first destination he had set.
Walk up to the ridge and go straight through the fields and across the river.
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Tang Xian walked into the mountain and opened his perception on the mountain.
Apart from him, there were no other Taoist priests nearby, and there were no ordinary people on the mountain.
Take out the paper figure, divide twenty sheets from it, pinch twenty sheets in your hand, and put the rest back on.
Tang Xian made a mudra with one hand and recited the mantra to control the paper man.
The paper man was thrown out,
moment
The paper figures fluttered in the wind and fell to the ground and became one "person" after another. β
They are similar to people in every way, the only difference is that this group of people has no expression, and there is no trace of anger in their eyes.
Tang Xian controlled them to walk in all directions, lined up, Tang Xian was in the middle, walking from south to north, and then from east to west.
Not only that,
He also held a compass in his hand, and wherever the yin qi was heavy, he would take most of the paper figures wherever he went.
Trekking through mountains and rivers, over mountains and mountains.
As soon as I looked for it, I searched for a day.
In one day, Tang Xian trampled through the mountains and rivers thousands of meters near this mountain, and he almost knew how many small animals there were on the mountain.
But even so, nothing unusual was found.
Before leaving, Tang Xian arranged a few paper figures between the mountains to warn him.
This is to prevent the evil cultivators from going to the mountains after they leave.
It's getting late, the sun is setting, and you can't get a taxi in this kind of place.
Tang Xian had to keep shuttling in the mountains with the help of his body.
The trees on both sides were constantly left behind, and the sound of the wind was everywhere.
Ten minutes,
Tang Xian rushed back to the city from the suburbs, stopped a taxi on the side of the road, and took more than ten minutes to reach Baishi Street in the west of the city.
Tang Xian didn't rush back to the store, but sat down in the small restaurant next to him first, and after a day's walk, his chest was already hungry and his back was sticking to his back.
I ordered a lot of things, devoured them, and then returned to the store satisfied.
Tang Xian untied the rubber band, took a shower, and then lay down on the sofa and began to think about the results of today's day.
"I didn't find it today, there are still two days to go."
"I haven't found it in the mountains, should I go to the mass grave tomorrow to see ......?"
"Bai Ruo should not be in ......"