When it was almost noon, Long Jiuyao limped into the town guard's house.

Seeing that his body was covered in blood and his clothes were torn, Mo Ying hurriedly greeted him and asked, "Little brother, are you okay?"

"It's okay, not well prepared, that dryad is a little too powerful. ”

At this time, a discordant voice came from the room: "I don't think that the dryad is too powerful, it's that you are too useless." ”

As the words fell, an old man in a Taoist robe walked out of the room.

The old man's long crane hair and childish face, looking at the fairy wind bones, a bit of a worldly master.

Long Jiuyao squinted his eyes and asked, "Who are you?" ”

Mo Ying leaned on Long Jiuyao's ear and whispered: "Little brother, this person came early in the morning, and his words made people very annoying, and he dragged them very much. I secretly gave him two Gu tricks and failed, you be careful. ”

"What an open-mouthed young boy, this is a humane Hongjun, but you, where did you come from?"

Hongjun? Long Jiuyao instantly thought of Hongjun Ancestor, could he be?

"Can you manage it?" Long Jiuyao turned his head arrogantly.

Seeing that the two of them were a little uneasy, the town guard hurriedly approached Long Jiuyao: "Little brother, are you okay?"

The town guard knew that Long Jiuyao had not been able to rescue his daughter, but he was able to return safely from the monsters, and in his heart, he already thought that Long Jiuyao was not an ordinary person.

"It's okay, don't worry, Lord Zhenshou, I will definitely save your daughter!" Long Jiuyao nodded at the Zhenshou.

"Help, what do you want to save?" Hongjun Daoist shouted loudly: "Everyone present, listen well, Poor Dao promises to rescue the eldest lady who guards the town before sunset tomorrow, and can ensure the safety of the people of Xinglong Town in the future." But when it is done, you have to promise one thing. ”

The people present look at me, I look at you, and they are silent.

The town guard thought for a moment and asked, "What does the Dao Chief need us to do for you?"

"It's very simple, if I rescue the eldest lady of the town, all the children and teenagers in your town will worship me as a teacher. And the people of your town will build a temple for me, and offer incense to me every day, I wonder what you think?"

Offering incense for protection, this is a good thing, if Hongjun Daoist really killed the monster to save his daughter, it means that he does have real skills, and it doesn't hurt to worship.

Thinking of this, the town guard answered.

"Wait. Long Jiuyao looked at the town guard and asked, "Then if I kill the monster and save your daughter, can you let this miscellaneous old man get out?"

"This ......" The town guard made a difficulty, and this question can't be answered!

"Boy, do you want to make a bet with Poor Dao?"

"That's right, let's bet on who can kill the monster and save the eldest lady. If you win, I'll give you an apprentice, and if you lose, get out, bet or not?"

Hongjun Daoist smiled: "Hehe, then the poor Dao will bet with you." ”

......

After lunch, the town guard found a bedroom for Long Jiuyao and Mo Ying.

At this time, Long Jiuyao was lying on the bed, reading the information of Hongjun Daoist, as for the blood hole on his buttocks, he didn't know when it would be healed.

Think about Mo Ying's saying that the Golden Silkworm Gu can save her life at a critical moment, it should be the credit of this little worm.

Mo Ying lay on the side of the bed, staring at Long Jiuyao with big watery eyes: "Little brother, is the injury on your ass okay?"

Long Jiuyao turned his head and asked curiously, "How do you know that my butt is injured?"

"Of course it was the Golden Silkworm Gu who told me, and it told me that your ass was poked by the Dryad, and you took off your pants for people to see! ”

"The butt is thick, it's okay, let's see it at night!" Long Jiuyao calmed Mo Ying and continued to check Baidu.

Hongjun Ancestor, the master of Sanqing, the most powerful figure in Taoism!

Long Jiuyao had analyzed it before, this was a flood era in which the gods opened up mountains and established sects to recruit disciples.

Listening to Hongjun Daoist people don't want money, as long as people worship him with incense, Long Jiuyao is sure in his heart that Hongjun Daoist is Hongjun Ancestor. Or he was reincarnated into the earth, or he was a wisp of clone.

In short, Hongjun Taoist has only one purpose, that is, to collect disciples, collect incense, carry forward Taoism in the world, and save a strong team for himself, so that he can be on an equal footing with other immortals.

The same is true for Nuwa, supporting Jiang Ziya, helping King Wu of Zhou to fight the war, and finally picking out a few brave and warlike people to be in the immortal class, strengthening her strength and allowing herself to have a place in the heavenly realm.

In fact, to put it bluntly, the gods are fighting for a territory in the divine realm, you don't offend me, I don't offend you, everyone coexists peacefully, enjoys the incense of the world together, and lives a long life together!

Nuwa's side can't be controlled for the time being, but it is a little difficult for Hongjun Daoist to enjoy the fireworks, after all, he has encountered the biggest bug in the desolate world......

Late at night, the town guard invited everyone to drink and talk, and Long Jiuyao returned to the room early on the grounds that he was unwell.

When everyone was drunk to the fullest, singing and dancing, Long Jiuyao took the things he wanted from Brother Li and tiptoed to Hongjun Daoren's room......

Early the next morning, after breakfast, Long Jiuyao, Mo Ying, Hongjun Daoren, and the town guard took a group of people and the town's militia and walked towards the dryad habitat.

People are called by Hongjun Dao people, in order to establish prestige in front of their eyes, so that they can enjoy the best fireworks in the future.

Seeing Long Jiuyao in a daze, Mo Ying stepped forward and asked, "Little brother, what are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking, I don't know how to do tricks, I don't know spells, how can I kill the dryad?"

Mo Ying handed out the witch candle's wand: "Don't you have the witch wand of the Witch King, just use it!"

Long Jiuyao pouted: "This burning stick can kill monsters?"

"Don't underestimate this wand, it's a wand made from the totem branches of the sacred tree, and it's the best weapon to restrain the dryad. ”

Hearing this, Long Jiuyao took the witch wand and looked at it carefully: "So amazing, then why didn't you tell me yesterday?"

Mo Ying scratched her head embarrassedly: "People forgot!"

Long Jiuyao: "......"

Holding the witch staff, Long Jiuyao added a little confidence in his heart.

Near noon, everyone came to a kilometer away from the dryad's habitat, and a Taoist boy ran in front of them.

This boy is really a little old, he looks like he is in his thirties, he is short and thin, how awkward he looks.

Dao Tong came to Hongjun Daoist and said respectfully: "Master, according to your instructions, the disciple has already laid out the formation. ”

"Okay, Dakuan, go with the master to subdue the demon. ”

Da Kuan? Long Jiu looked at the appearance of Dao Tong from afar, and felt that it was better to call Xiao Narrow.

The crowd did not dare to approach the dryad, and stopped at a distance.

"Boy, get ready to worship me as a teacher. Hongjun Daoist glanced at Long Jiuyao and walked towards the tree demon.

Yesterday the dryad was burned by Long Jiuyao, and today it was surrounded again, like looking at a monkey, and the anger in his heart rose in a straight line.

However, he seemed to feel the formation laid by the Hongjun Daoist, leaking an old face, and looking at the Hongjun Daoist cautiously.

"Demon! You hook people's souls and harm countless people, and today the poor Dao will accept your evil obstacle!" Hongjun Daoist said and touched the cloth bag behind him, as if he wanted to take out the magic weapon to run the formation.

Seeing Hongjun Daoren's movements, the corners of Long Jiuyao's mouth rose slightly, and he couldn't help the joy in his heart.

Hongjun Daoist took out a pink magic wand from the cloth bag, with a bow pattern on it and a button in the middle.

"This ...... What is this?" Hongjun Daoren pressed the button with a confused expression.

"Balala energy!Little Demon Fairy, the whole body becomes ......"

The magic wand sounded with a rhythmic sound, and seeing Hongjun Daoren's old face suffocated into a purple eggplant, Long Jiuyao couldn't help laughing out loud anymore.

"Master, how can you have this thing? This thing is willing to play with the children in my hometown, and I can still sing!" Da Kuan on the side hummed: "Once upon a time, there was a Demon Immortal Castle, and there was a queen......

The laughter stopped abruptly, Long Jiuyao looked at Da Kuan with a shocked face, and 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped past in his heart!

"it, it, it!! he's ...... Fellow?"