Coincidentally, on the night when the Feng family gave birth to their heir, it was pouring rain outside.

In the heavy rain, a spirit rune flew through the wind and rain into the window.

Prison Seal put down the talisman pen in his hand and tapped it with one hand.

"Feng Daoyou, see you in the drunken flower building tomorrow, there are important things to discuss in the poor road. ”

As soon as the words fell, the spirit talisman burned itself and turned into ashes.

Feng Jian thought about it and took out the spirit rune from his arms, said a few words to it, and then shook it with one hand, and the spirit rune flew out of the window with a flashing spiritual light.

In the past seven months, he has been idle most of the time except for healing, so he picked up the talisman pen and drew the spirit rune.

None of them succeeded at first, but now they can draw two or three of the simplest runes.

The "teleportation charm" just now is one of them, although it is not as wide as the "induction charm", but it is better to say a lot of things.

The pen walks the dragon and snake, and the complicated lines paint on the yellow symbols......

At this time, the pen was a little heavier, and Huang Fu immediately spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes.

Prison Seal sighed, this level of talisman can only be used by himself, if he wants to use it to earn spirit stones, he doesn't have to think about it.

He put down the talisman pen, meditated on the bed, and began to cultivate with a spirit stone in his hand.

There was no partial spiritual energy in the spirit stone flowing into the meridians, and together with the yin qi surging from heaven and earth, his cultivation increased.

Most of the spirit stones in the world are unbiased and can be absorbed by any monk.

There are also partial spirit stones in the world, such as the "Water Spirit Stone" that can only be absorbed by the water spirit root, as well as the Fire Spirit Stone and the Wood Spirit Stone...... Wait a minute!

It's just that these spirit stones are relatively rare, and the Yin spirit stones are getting more and more rare, and they are not available to minor cultivators like Prison Seal.

............

The night passed quickly.

On the morning of the closure, I came to the "Drunken Flower Building" with an umbrella, and when I entered, I saw no one, and it seemed that this place had been covered.

Straight up to the second floor, there were already six people waiting.

The five men and one woman were silent, and the atmosphere was extremely depressing.

"Feng Daoyou, please take a seat. ”

Among the monks who had talked about Old Man Yi before, it was the monk who said that he wanted to take care of his father at that time.

There is not much nonsense about sealing the prison, and he asked straight to the point: "I don't know Xu Daoyou, what is the important matter of calling Feng in such a hurry." ”

The monk surnamed Xu showed sadness on his face, and said with hatred in his words: "If you don't hide it from your fellow Daoists, the poor old father will die at the hands of the old thief!"

The monk surnamed Xu recalled: "That day, the poor road just went out to buy some spiritual runes, and when he returned home, his father was already dead at home!"

Speaking of the latter sentence, the monk surnamed Xu couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice anymore.

"The death was clearly done by the old thief Yi, Xu did not kill this person, not a son of man. ”

As he spoke, the monk surnamed Xu shouted emotionally, judging from his usual behavior, it was obvious that this was a great filial son, and the hatred of killing his father was not a common thing for him.

Several other monks watched quietly, and after a while, the monk surnamed Xu spit out a few breaths of depression, cleaned up his mood, and then said with humility: "Please forgive me, Xu has lost his temper!"

"It's okay, it's human nature!"

Everyone signaled that there was nothing to do, and the monk surnamed Xu looked at everyone: "The purpose of inviting all Taoist friends to come this time, I think you must have guessed it, that is, to discuss and discuss the old thief Yi." ”

The monk surnamed Xu paused, and said bluntly: "This time, Xu will take out the reward that you are satisfied with, and Xu will not take the treasures on the old thief, if you can help Xu, Xu will be grateful." ”

"This is natural, Yi Lao thief does a lot of evil, and everyone will be punished!"

"Poor Dao and Xu Daoyou have known each other for a long time, and they will definitely help each other. ”

Several people agreed, and it was unknown whether a few of them really wanted to help the monk surnamed Xu, or whether they valued the reward and treasures.

However, the prison seal did not be the same as others, but refused: "Poor Dao has other important things, so I will not go with you!"

"Could it be that Daoist friends are scared?" said a monk with a meaty face.

The prison seal is not false, and he took it back: "How do poor people do things, and why do you do it?"

Seeing the tension, the monk surnamed Xu stood up with a wry smile and said, "Don't quarrel between the two of you, let other Taoist friends see the joke." ”

"Humph!"

Only then did the monk with a meaty face notice the interested expressions of the others, and he snorted coldly and said nothing.

Seeing this, the monk surnamed Xu looked at Feng Prison and persuaded: "Can Feng Daoyou think about one or two, Xu will definitely not treat Daoist friends badly." ”

"Thank you Daoyou for looking up to Feng, but I can't be idle when I have important things, and I hope that Daoyou will forgive me. ”

Feng Jian paused, and said apologetically: "It's inconvenient for Feng to stay for a long time, so Feng will leave!"

As soon as the words fell, the prison seal saluted everyone, and then walked to the first floor.

The mocking words of the Fleshy Monk came into his ears.

Feng Prison smiled, that old man Yi is not easy to deal with, a group of poor first- and second-level Qi cultivation period monks, how can they be able to defeat the monks holding magic weapons.

What's more, the Yin Soul of Old Man Yi's Essence Blood Sacrifice is probably no longer an ordinary Yin Soul.

Mock Feng Mou, let's talk about it if I can come back alive!

He has a good impression of Xu Daoyou, but they are not related, and Xu Daoyou's resolute momentum is useless.

............

A year later

Outside Linshan Town

The prison guards the people who come and go, and he is no longer needed here.

Xu Daoyou and his entourage have not seen each other since that day, and they must have died at the hands of the old thief.

He has a deeper understanding that he does everything according to his ability.

And the old thief Yi has not appeared in Linshan Town since that day, and I am afraid that he also knows that it is easy to be targeted after staying in a place for a long time.

Half a year ago, he also broke through to the second layer of the Qi cultivation period, and his mana alone was half as deep as before.

The spirit stone was also consumed because of cultivation, which was still a very economical situation.

This prison seal is to return to Linshan and recall evil spirits.

Since the evil ghost left that day, in addition to cultivation, he often flipped through the "Serving Ghost Chapter" in his mind, and he already knew how to recall the evil ghost.

Now that he has recovered, he has reached the second layer of the Qi cultivation period, and the most important demon still has his own ghost magic rune suppression, so he has a great chance to recall the evil ghost to his side.

............

On the way to Linshan, some ragged refugees can be seen heading towards the big city.

Seeing this, Feng Prison was puzzled, and after careful questioning, he realized that this area was suffering from drought.

Last year, the harvest was not good before it rained, and some people's homes ran out of surplus food.

This year was the case again, with a number of refugees showing up.

The government has not released food for disaster relief, so these refugees can only leave their homes, a small number of them go to all directions, and most of the refugees go to the big cities.

Every once in a while, scrawny corpses can be seen.

Under such circumstances, Feng Prison was not in the mood to walk slowly, and accelerated his pace to the mountain.