Duxia City is located at the foot of the lower courtyard of Tiandu Mountain, a city naturally formed by time, and it is inhabited by the relatives or servants of the disciples of Tiandu Mountain, and of course, there are some disciples of Tiandu Mountain who have abolished their cultivation.

The city is in the shape of a half-moon, surrounding the mountain where the lower courtyard is located.

These days were the days when the new batch of disciples of the lower courtyard of Tiandu Mountain left the mountain, so the places in the city such as the Qinglou and the Red Pavilion were full of guests.

The same is true of the hairpin hall, and today's largest silver hairpin courtyard was taken over by the Chi Feilong in the lower courtyard.

Wine, fresh fruit, and girls kept coming in and out.

From the faint sound of silk and bamboo singing music from inside, it is known that it is the time to rise.

Although the girls are not very knowledgeable in cultivation, they have seen a lot, but this kind of scene is rare tonight.

Because Chi Feilong invited this group of disciples of the lower courtyard who were going down the mountain, the top ones were all here, the purpose was of course to strengthen the connection for the future, the cultivators had more life expectancy, but there were also many calamities, and there were few people who died at the end of their lives, who could guarantee that they would not need the help of others in the future!

In the hall, when the girls saw a guest slapping the table, chopsticks jumped up from the table, and then, in the gray light, they turned into two slender beauties, jumped off the table, and danced in the hall.

Another guest turned the wine jar on the table, and the wine jar also became a strong man with a big belly dressed in black, jumping off the table, showing his belly, using his belly as a drum, beating sound, and dancing with the two beauties.

There was also a guest who slapped directly on the low table in front of him, and the low table actually jumped up with his hand, turning into a big yellow dog in the air, frolicking and jumping around everyone, and making a 'Wang' sound.

"Hahaha......"

"Good!"

"All of you have wonderful magic methods, and you will also have something in the next few days, and you are willing to show your little skills to help the fun!" The person who spoke took out a pair of scissors and a piece of white paper from his sleeve, and the scissors turned, quickly cut out a circle, and waved it towards the house, and the paper circle flew up and hung on the eaves, turning into a bright moon.

"This full moon is not enough!" Someone said with a smile.

"Don't be in a hurry, you see, come on, come on, the fairy of the Moon Palace, please come down and talk about it."

As his words fell, several black dots flew down on the moon, the size of a fly and insect at first, but in the blink of an eye, it was already enlarged, and it turned into seven women in palace costumes at once, and the dresses on their bodies were of different colors.

Seven women in palace costumes, each holding a musical instrument, pipa, xiao, flute, qin, sheng, xun, zheng, and the music played by the other girls immediately stopped, only listening to the music played by the seven moon palace women floating in the air.

The fact that they were able to continue the music perfectly shows that the person who casts their spells is not only subtle, but must also be a master of vocal music.

Everyone's eyes couldn't help but look at the monk sitting on the edge of the main seat, who looked handsome and dashing, and was smiling at this time, while his fingers flicked lightly on the table, as if he were controlling everyone with every finger.

The subtlety of this transfiguration technique lies in the second level of transfiguration, there is an illusion in the illusion, and there are so many of them, each person also holds a musical instrument in his hand to make a sound, and there are many people, it is very difficult, and it is more subtle than other transfiguration techniques on the field.

Even Chi Feilong's eyes showed a hint of surprise.

This person's name is Xu Yajun, born in a family of cultivators, while practicing the law since childhood, he also learned qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, among this group of Xuanguang monks who went down the mountain, only under the pool of flying dragons, there are a large number of fans in the lower courtyard.

The practitioner's drinking party reached its peak in the course of the Fa performance, and then slowly came down again.

Suddenly, someone asked in a thick drunken voice: "Senior Brother Yajun, today is the big day when we leave the mountain, and everyone should be happy, but I have always had something in my heart, and I want to ask you about it." ”

The girls in the field were still feeding the guests wine, feeding fruits, or rubbing their legs, and some of them were just hugging each other and half-lying there, although everyone didn't seem to hear it, but they must have heard it.

Xu Yajun, who looked a little drunk, squinted at the speaker and replied, "What's the matter, you say." ”

"I have a little brother named Liang Daozi, I heard that he once blamed you, senior brother?"

This person who seemed to dare to ask questions only after drinking alcohol was named Zhao Chengyun, one of the Xuanguang monks who had left the mountain, and he did not perform among the illusion techniques he had just performed.

The illusion and transformation in the art of transfiguration can be seen that there are many things that a person cultivates, some people like to show off, and some people don't.

However, in Chi Feilong's impression, when this Zhao Zhiyun went down the mountain to do a task, there would indeed be a few people who followed, and the spell cultivation seemed to be not bad, but he didn't know more specifically, because he hadn't fought with him.

This Zhao Chengyun is relatively low-key on the mountain, in his impression, he always reads books, cultivates the Fa alone, or goes down the mountain to complete the task of the mountain gate, but his popularity is definitely not bad, otherwise Chi Feilong will not call him.

"Oh, Liang Daozi, he's your little brother." Xu Yajun seemed to be a little sober.

Liang Daozi started a few years later than him, and his cultivation naturally couldn't catch up, so a disciple who started late would follow the older senior brother and sister down the mountain to complete the task when his cultivation was still shallow, so that he could not only ensure his own safety, but also learn a lot of things.

Therefore, often a high-level Xuanguang monk is followed by some junior brothers and sisters who have just started.

Xu Yajun burped, pointed at Zhao Yingyun with his finger, and said, "You little brother, it's too rude, in the future, you will burp... We must educate him well......"

"Let him know what it means to respect his senior brother ......"

When everyone heard this, they knew that there was a personnel conflict between these two people, someone sweated for Zhao Yingyun, Xu Yajun's character is known to everyone, he looks handsome and chic just on the surface, but in fact, he will repay him, and he has no grace.

"However, my little brother has disappeared recently, and I heard that Senior Brother Yajun had summoned him at the fishing ground on the other side of the Yangling River." Zhao Yingyun's voice seemed to be asking with courage.

"Zhao Yingyun, what do you mean by this?" Xu Yajun's face suddenly became serious, his face was calm, his eyes narrowed, he stared at Zhao Yingyun and said, "You said I killed him?" What, you want to stand out for him? ”

Everyone didn't say anything, even Chi Feilong, the master of the host, just held the wine glass, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes roamed between Zhao Yingyun and Xu Yajun.

Zhao Chengyun also looked at Xu Yajun, but after a while, he lowered his head and said, "If you didn't kill him, senior brother, then where did he go?" ”

"Hehe, maybe it fell into the river and was eaten by a water monster." Xu Yajun smiled and said, with an indescribable contempt.

Zhao Yingyun looked at the wine glass, but he didn't speak again, but the others took the opportunity to say: "A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, it's all a trivial matter, a trivial ......."

"Drink and drink, keep drinking......"

And someone said: "Zhao Chengyun, you'd better report this matter to the courtyard and let the courtyard investigate, we are all just disciples of the lower courtyard, and we don't hold any positions in the courtyard, how can we be qualified to investigate these things, just act according to the rules of the door." ”

Zhao Yingyun hurriedly said yes, poured another glass of wine, saluted indiscriminately, and then said to Chi Feilong that he had drunk too much, and he was too strong to drink, so he left first.

Chi Feilong knew that he had lost face and was not good here, so he didn't stay, and couldn't help but think in his heart, this Zhao Yingyun is usually a person who knows how to advance and retreat, and if he drinks too much, he dares to offend Xu Yajun?

They continued to drink until midnight, and the next day, Xu Yajun got up and remembered what happened last night, so he asked Zhao Chengyun where he went, and the answer he got was that Zhao Chengyun actually left overnight.

He sneered, secretly thinking that if there was an opportunity in the future, he would definitely let him kneel and admit his mistake.

He rested for another day, and then got into the carriage and set off leisurely.

In recent years, Tiandu Mountain has reached a cooperation with the Great Zhou Kingdom, and the Xuanguang disciples of Tiandu Mountain have traveled to various regions of the Zhou Kingdom to serve as teachings, teaching spiritual children how to deal with demons, carry out basic identification and prevention, and protect the governors of a place from being violated by demons.

Originally, after these Xuanguang monks descended the mountain, they were all free to travel, subdue demons and eliminate demons, make friends, and they all went with fate, but now they need to be stationed in one place, and their activities are restricted.

But there is an order from the mountain gate, so naturally I have to follow.

This time, through his connections, he was assigned to a wealthy county to serve as a priest and guard, and his mood was happy all the way.

Along the way, you will enter the city, see the store and rest, rarely rush the night road, if there is a green building, it is even more necessary to enter the accommodation to play.

On this day, he entered an inn, meditated and fell asleep, and suddenly, he had a sense of danger, and when he wanted to wake up, he found that he was unable to move as if he had been pressed by something.

In his eyes, there was darkness above him, and his body seemed to be pressed by a huge figure.

At that moment, he looked sideways and saw someone squeezing in through the crack in the door.

This is a woman in palace costume, with a clear face, and her clothes and hair are all well-defined and lifelike.

This palace woman is very similar to the few music girls he invited from the phantom moon before, but the woman is not holding a musical instrument, but a bright short sword.

Step by step, she got closer.

This is a paper man, he himself is the best at paper figure transfiguration, how can he not tell the difference.

The other party came with a sharp weapon, and the killing machine rushed straight to the heart.

However, he is now being crushed by a tremendous force.

He knew very well that the name of the spell that suppressed himself was called the ghost press in the folk.

The ghost press bed is just a general name, and there are many ways to press, the ghost press is only the most superficial way, the folk do not know why, so it is called the ghost press, and the cultivation world has a more definite name - Yizhen Law.

He was slightly anxious, but he was not flustered, because in these years of practice, there was a Taoist master in the cultivation hall who taught him how to deal with it, and as one of the best Xuanguang disciples in this period, he naturally practiced the corresponding method.

At this time, the best way is to deal with it with the 'divine law'.

The divine method is to visualize a certain 'god' entering the body and strengthening the soul, and the power gushes out from the heart and thoughts, breaking through the 'ghost press'.

He cultivated a contemplative idea, called "Red Flame Divine Monarch Residence Method".

"Red flame flowing fire, the god is always there, please stay in my heart......"

He meditated and recited the mantra, and a hot power immediately surged up in his heart, merging with his own thoughts, rushing towards the heavy darkness on the surface of his body and body.

In an instant, the darkness burned, and in the firelight, he seemed to see a giant-like figure, the giant's face was stiff, cold, like a statue, so heavy that it did not rush away at once.

He was immediately sure that this was a man's attempt to harm him.

"Broken!"

With a roar from his heart, invisible flames poured out, and under the combined efforts of his own Dharma Mind and the Red Flame Divine Monarch's divinity, he finally broke away the giant stone statue.

The woman in the palace costume near his bedside also burned to ashes in this invisible firelight.

He was happy in his heart, but just when the old force had just gone and the new law had not been born, he saw a red light pierce down his eyes, and before he could react, an invisible light pierced into the center of his eyebrows.

His body, which had just sat up, fell down instantly, his pupils quickly dilated, and the soul in his body let out a silent wail and dispersed.

The vision in this room is gone.

In a room not far away, there is a table, and there are four statues of mountain gods in the four corners of the table, these four statues of mountain gods are carved by Zhao Chengyun from the stones in the surrounding mountains, and he wishes them with the secret of the law, and then combines the stone statues that he has practiced for several years to form the Wufang Demon Array.

The meaning is to draw the spiritual charm of the mountain in this place, and bless it on the demon suppression stone seal in the middle, so that its power will be greatly increased.

There was a puppet lying there in the array, and a red needle was stuck in the center of the puppet's eyebrows.

Two slender fingers pinched out the needle, put it into the needle bag around his waist, and picked up the small stone statue mark that fell from the puppet's body, and looked at it carefully.

There were already obvious signs of fire on it, the bottom and sides were blackened, and there were cracks.

The spell engraved on it was also badly damaged.

Zhao Yingyun knew that the magic weapon he had cultivated had been destroyed.

He rubbed his eyebrows, and when he was doing the method just now, he was burned by the fire of the 'Red Flame Divine Monarch', and there was a burning sensation in the center of his eyebrows.

But he didn't regret it, killing a top-ranked Xuanguang disciple in Tiandu Mountain, only losing a magic weapon and suffering some minor injuries, this is a thing worth showing off wherever he goes.

These days, he has collected Xu Yajun's fallen hair, as well as some items he discarded, mixed them together, and made a puppet.

Then he cast a spell together with the art of marrying dreams, mountain towns, and nightmare killing, and then killed them.

He wrapped everything on the table and took it with him, and left quietly.

The owner of the house also did not know that someone had borrowed his house to kill a man.

In that inn, when no one came out the next morning, the attendant knocked on the door and entered, and saw a man sleeping peacefully in his bed.

Zhao Yingyun threw the temporary carved 'Mountain God Seal' back into the nearby mountains, burned the puppets, and then went all the way to the place where he wanted to be a teacher.

He must hurry over, otherwise he will be known by the higher authorities before he arrives at the place within the specified time, and he is afraid that he will be suspected.

Killing this Xu Yajun this time, he has also been thinking about it in his heart for a long time.

Liang Daozi followed him on a mission very early, and after his disappearance, other people found him and said that Liang Daozi might have been killed by Xu Yajun.

So he cast a spell to summon the soul, but nothing came, which was destroyed by the other party.

He began to investigate Xu Yajun's whereabouts, and he found that Xu Yajun was indeed there at the fishing ground during the time when Liang Daozi was missing.

And some people saw Liang Daozi being led towards Xu Yajun's fishing house by Xu Yajun's men, but no one saw him come back.

He told the court all this, but the court refused to investigate Xu Yajun on the grounds that there was no direct evidence.

Then he can only do it in his own way.

As for his silence these days, it is inevitable that he will be misunderstood by those followers, but misunderstanding is misunderstanding, he can understand that when the superior cannot protect the people around him, it is inevitable that someone will be centrifuged.

But after a long time, they will understand that when they begged themselves to avenge Liang Daozi, there was a reason why they did not agree.

Zhao Yingyun came to Wuze City without any delay all the way, and arrived at the last time limit.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, he came to this world for more than 20 years, and as a descendant of the Zhao family for more than ten years, he was born with memories, and wanted to help his biological mother gain status, or make her depressed mood better, and he also worked hard to please the people of the Zhao family.

But in the end, his biological mother was still depressed and finally got on the bed, and in those two years, he really felt the ruthlessness of people, and even more felt the depression and despair of this world.

It was also at that time that his biological mother's sister Yun Yiqing came to him, picked him up, and sent him to Tiandu Mountain to practice, which has been cultivating for more than ten years.

He was not afraid, nor excited, only cautious, because he knew that cultivators seemed to be on top of the ladder, but in fact they were struggling, killing every step of the way.

Zhao Yingyun also had a thought in his heart, he didn't just live for himself, so he couldn't die outside, because he still needed to go back to the Zhao family, find the people of the Zhao family, and make them pay.

The grievances and sufferings that that woman suffered, I must help her take revenge, and I must also help her realize those wishes! She couldn't see them, but they were still there!