The whole city is on alert.

Because there are people attacking at night, which means that there are still spies in the city.

There are also people from the demon clan.

This is a deadly thing.

But I couldn't find out why.

Hua Suwen was so confident that she didn't even realize that the bamboo slip had been transcribed until now—she used her mana to write another copy of the same copy on another bamboo slip, and then hid it in the room, and waited until the next day to find a chess piece to bring it out, so she suspected that no one would work. ”

A puff of green smoke, in front of the Demon Ancestor, this incense burner seemed to have a magical power, and all the words of the sea of blood carried his unique confidence.

As soon as you hear it, you feel that this person seems to be right.

He said that Hua Su asked too confidently, why is he not such a person?

Wise man.

"How many chess pieces do you have in the city?" the Demon Ancestor asked.

He really wanted to know.

"The so-called chess piece is a secret hand, a person who can help me execute what I want to do. Xuehai said: "There are many such people in Gongyu City. My chess pieces are never simply 'my people', or 'my men', if they are the forces I cultivate, they must be clearly ordered by me before they act, this is only a part of the chess pieces, but there are many chess pieces that 'can accomplish my purpose without my orders'!"

The demon ancestor was silent, such a person was really terrifying.

A roadside pancake seller has nothing to do with the sea of blood, but what if the pancake he sells happens to be the one that the sea of blood needs him to sell?

Why would the Sea of Blood want a pancake seller to be his pawn?

Things also need to start with why there are pancake stalls in the city.

The owner of this pancake stall selling pancakes is not a bystander, but the sixth disciple under the seat of the Northern Underworld, named Yin Shun, who can use a wide range of spells, basically the Taoists can use, he will use them, and he is the most diligent in learning Taoism, although the cultivation is not high, only the Yuanying realm, but it is the inheritance of his own mantle formulated by the Northern Underworld Daoist.

The spell originated from the Taoist treasure, from the classics in Taoism, in the eyes of the Northern Underworld Daoist, it is useless to cultivate high, like him, who has been the third person in the Quartet Realm for hundreds of years, in the end it is not interesting.

Obtaining the Taoism, learning the classics, asking the immortals and seeking the Tao is the foundation, and the cultivation of spells is just the means of the process.

As a result, the prestige of this sixth disciple also rose.

Yin Shunhe has a childish face, because his cultivation is not too high, he looks quite old, but he is in good health, after the plague caused by Fu Er, all the monks almost shrank in their own residences, closed their doors, this was the way to deal with the plague at that time, but now it seems that it can be changed.

So he volunteered to get the grain that had just been spawned from the public loser.

Outside the city, to the north of the city, is the wooden city, and now a fertile field has been cultivated, and there are special monks who sow seeds to give birth, and a day is a batch of grain.

Yin Shun's idea is that there is neither at this time

In the war, there is no one in the city, so even if there is no disease, it will make the disease, so that the spirit of the monks in the entire city will be low, and it doesn't matter if it is a little lower, but in the long run, the monks in the city are not as good as the monsters in the wooden city, and if there are many people in the battle, I am afraid that there will be omissions.

To make a mistake is to lose, so the people of the Northern Underworld Dao think that he is right.

He himself thinks he's right.

Yin got a shop by the way, and even hoped that all the monks who were still in the city would make a little boring and make a living, selling pancakes was just an appearance, what the real thing to do was for the monks to communicate with each other, talk about spells, talk about cultivation, magic weapons and elixirs, all gathered here.

So there was a little bazaar.

In the South Side.

Further out of the southern city, there is a cemetery.

For monks who died at the hands of youkai.

There are those who died in battle, and there are those who die of disease, and now although the plague is gone, the white cloth medicine jars, medicine bowls, and sickbeds that were once used on the sick monks must be dealt with together, and this matter is in the west of the city.

And if the bodies of those monks were sprinkled with the medicine that Hua Suwen had brought to cure the plague, they would not need to be burned, but they could not be piled up in the city, so they were now put in coffins, put on the treasures of medicine to prevent the corpses from decomposing, and then transported to the newly erected Yizhuang in the south of the city.

If he can return to his hometown one day, he will bury them in his hometown.

Some of their hometowns are in Zhongzhou, some are in Luzhou, and some are in Yunzhou.

But after all, it wasn't in Yezhou.

There was some nervousness in the city today, last night countless demons were infested, attacking and killing, and many Heavenly Destiny Yuan Infant Monks were injured and died, which made Yin Shun's pancake shop a little sluggish.

I heard that the cub of Tsukiha Prefecture stole a bamboo slip. Yin Shun thought to himself.

His name for the monsters of Yueye Prefecture has been getting worse recently, and this time they have all attacked and killed their masters, and no matter how good the cultivators' qi cultivation skills are, there is no need to be calm about them.

What Si Shizun thinks is what he Yin Shun has to do, since the monsters have stolen the list of bamboo slips, they will definitely transport it out later, and now the only things that can be transported out of the city may only be the grain trucks in the north of the city, the wooden carts in the west of the city to deal with the things left over from the plague, and the batch of cars that transport the corpses of the deceased monks here.

The other two places are fully prepared, each has a returning senior, and there are also several Heavenly Mandate senior brothers and disciples hidden here.

He Yin Shun is more about checking and filling in the gaps, if there is a fish that slips through the net, he can find it if he is thoughtful.

"Yin Gong, can you bring me a copy of this ......" This is a woman's voice, Yin Shun's thoughts returned to the pancake stand in front of him, and a beautiful woman who spoke, she was wearing a wide-sleeved fairy dress, although she looked a little serious, and her face was about thirty, but she had an otherworldly temperament.

Coupled with a good look, she looks like a fairy.

On the other hand, Yin Shun, now that he has a burlap coat, even the Dao crown has been removed, and his hair is simply tied up, he really looks like an ordinary old man selling pancakes.

"Fairy Su, this is called a pancake, and it is an ordinary mortal

A food that the surname often eats, it is very common in the streets and alleys. Yin Shun said naturally.

This Su Fairy's name is Su Xueyao, the elder of the Star Moon Court of the Women's Sect, and his cultivation has reached the Mandate of Heaven, but he has stagnated for a long time in the middle of the Mandate of Heaven.

Yin Shun and this Su Xueyao's acquaintance should be counted from the first time, when Yin Shun and Su Xueyao were on the same team to suppress a mountain, during which Yin Shun's cultivation was lower, but there were many means, and he saved Su Xueyao once, Su Xueyao pinched his fingers and counted, and said Yin Gong, this is a fixed number in the underworld, I have an apprentice, I don't know if Yin Gong has a virtuous apprentice?

Yin Shun has a lot of apprentices, and even the means he teaches his apprentices are inferior to him except for the Northern Underworld Dao people, and he already has a disciple who has reached the early stage of the Mandate of Heaven.

The Mandate of Heaven is rare through the ages.

It is common for these two immortal mansions to get married, and Yin agreed to come down by the way.

Su Xueyao's face turned a little red at this time, and she patted her head: "This stupid thing is getting less and less bright, Yin Gong only taught me yesterday, and I have forgotten about it." ”

The mind and memory of the Heavenly Mandate Cultivator were dozens or even a hundred times that of mortals, and it was naturally impossible for Su Xueyao to forget them.

Yin Shun said: "Fairy Su, don't talk nonsense, it's probably because Fairy Su has been thinking about some magical exercises recently, and he is just a little distracted." ”

It is naturally impossible for Yin Shun not to know about the Heavenly Mandate Cultivator, although he is not a Heavenly Mandate, but in a sect where almost all of his peers are Heavenly Mandate, and his inheritance is very good.

Those who know know know themselves.

Whether the so-called master-apprentice marriage is a master-apprentice marriage or not, the two also know themselves.

It's just an excuse to have something to say.

"Yin Gong ......" What else did Su Xueyao want to say.

I saw Yin Shun skillfully spread out a pancake, cooked it carefully, and wrapped it.

handed it to Su Xueyao, and Su Xueyao took it with both hands.

Yin Shun had already said: "Fairy Su, don't burn your tongue." ”

When the monk reaches the Mandate of Heaven, even if he has not practiced supernatural powers, it is not inviolable, but he can eat some freshly baked pills, so this is still an excuse to say.

Su Xueyao's face was even more ruddy, nodded, and was about to open her cherry mouth.

Yin Shun was actually a little absent-minded, and he felt a little uneasy.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and a figure broke through the roof of a nearby wine shop, and there was a figure behind it.

Yin Shun naturally knows each other and is the fifth senior brother.

The fifth disciple of the Northern Underworld Daoist said loudly: "It's a destiny!"

At the same time, the owner of a porridge shop around him, a magic weapon stall owner, all rose into the sky and rushed towards the figure that flew up at the beginning.

Yin Shun understood and began.

One of the monks shouted, "There is also movement in the north and west of the city!" and he had a plate in his hand in order to contact the monks in the city.

The figure flew high and landed in this direction.

A short distance further on is the city gate.

Most of the monks around are evasive, they don't cultivate enough, and some of them have been told in advance what to do, pretending that this place is peaceful, and then they need to avoid the battle now.

There was also a car that was just right to carry the monks

The wooden cart of the corpse, the monk of the cart was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around, but was knocked to the side by the force of the impact of the figure.

And in an instant, the three Heavenly Mandate Cultivators made a move, and they had joined forces to contain this Heavenly Mandate Monster from Yueye Prefecture.

And this monster has already shot a sword to nail the monk who just took the array of reminders.

"The array plate is used for communication, does he want our side to know that he is transporting bamboo slips......" Yin Shun muttered, his fifth senior brother had already searched for bamboo slips from this person.

But Yin Shun's words did not stop: "...... Or don't you want us to know that he's not transporting bamboo slips?"

The authenticity of the bamboo slip does not need to be investigated, it must be true.

You can make one copy of the bamboo slip and you can make a second copy.

But will there be a third, a fourth?

"Three senior brothers, hurry up and support the West Gate and the North Gate!" Yin Shun said loudly, the five senior brothers killed this monster with one sword, and then without hesitation, he jumped up and strode towards the north.

The other two senior brothers had also put away their swords and headed towards the west gate.

Su Xueyao's eyes were full of brilliance, Yin Shun deserved to be Yin Shun, just in such a short time, he had already seen that there was a lot of information about the number of bamboo slips, as well as the division of troops in Beicheng and Xicheng, but the most important thing was his prestige under the Bei Cheng Gate, just one sentence could make the three senior brothers who were far higher than him act without hesitation.

He could understand those plans as soon as he said them, but this prestige was not something that could be obtained by ingenuity alone.

Yin Shun thought about Su Xueyao and smiled, seeing that the pancake had not been eaten, Yin Shun was stunned.

Sooner or later, I'll eat it, but it's fine.

At this time, the monk who was pushing the dead monk was carrying the coffin back onto the wooden cart. Su Xueyao was about to go up to help, and she had already recited the magic method with one hand.

But Yin Shun saw the cart monk's eyes flashing—

Not good!

His whole person was like a flying bird, jumped up, pinched the trick with one hand, and with the other hand had already pulled out the sword, stepped on the monk, cut off one of his arms with a sword, and flew out weakly with the broken arm, and he was already holding a dagger in his hand, Yin Shun's magic trick had already imprisoned the monk's whole body.

The monk smiled strangely, and his whole body swelled, as if it was about to explode.

This is a forbidden spell laid by the Mandate of Heaven, a vicious spell that can exchange lives with the Mandate of Heaven!

But Yin Shun didn't mess up at all, the sword in his hand was inserted into the land, and then the magic was complicated, and his hands were a little unclear.

"Definitely. A fixed word, but the expansion of the monk's body immediately stopped, and then continued to contract, turning back to normal.

"Take away, interrogate. Yin Shun had just had time to breathe, but he didn't find any bamboo slips from the cart monk.

It seems that this is the so-called secret hand.

Paint a false picture.

Yin Shun turned his back to Su Xueyao, first wiped the sweat that had just been in a hurry on his forehead, and then turned around: "Can Fairy Su help me check this car together?"

People are secretly handed, but cars are not necessarily unreasonable.

Su Xueyao had nothing to do, she felt the mana fluctuation on that person's body just now, if it weren't for Yin Shun

This "little yuan baby", she may have been seriously injured at this time, and even died of incense, and her life was whimpered.

From outside the city came a monk with a cart.

Yin Shun beckoned, first inspected the monk's body, and then carried the coffin, which was sure that it was not hidden, onto the wooden cart.

The second monk, who had only built the foundation, was extremely tired after several deliveries today, and after receiving the third heavy, iron-wood coffin, he was a little overwhelmed and knelt on one knee, but he still insisted on carrying the coffin onto the cart and did not let it fall to the ground.

Yin Shun frowned, he felt that he had gone too far to ask this little monk to make another trip.

But he couldn't say anything.

After all, the monk's eyes were full of stubbornness and responsibility.

Su Xueyao said: "Can Gong Yin check for himself first, and I will pour a bowl of water for this little brother to drink on your shop." ”

Yin Shun nodded.

Su Xueyao pulled the little monk, comforted her, and handed the pancake that Yin Shun had given her just now to the little monk.

I poured another bowl of ordinary tea.

Yin Shun's eyelids jumped, and he hurriedly turned around, and then carried the last two coffins and put them on the second wooden cart.

He put some crushed pieces of good pills in the pancakes, as well as some Qingluan liver sauce, not to mention the improvement of cultivation, but it can have a bit of an effect of washing the marrow and cutting hair, making the woman younger.

Yin Shun also learned a lot of alchemy techniques of the Northern Underworld Dao people.

It's not that it's a waste to let this little monk eat it, looking at the appearance of this little monk, he has done his best for the sake of the human race and the city, even if it is a creation that he and Fairy Su gave to this little brother together.

Wash the marrow and cut the hair, improve the qualifications, among which the aura, improve the cultivation.

Perhaps it will not be long before this little brother will be able to embark on the right path of cultivation.

Yin Shun's pity is just his own heart, and he was gobbled up by this kid and ate it in three bites.

I guess I haven't tasted the wonderful taste of Qingluan's liver with the pill.

Then the little monk had the strength again, and pushed the cart and flew out of the city.

Su Xueyao smiled silently, as if she knew something.

Yin Shun's old face flushed, and he continued to inspect the wooden cart that had started.

Finally from under the wooden cart, in the hiding of a complex formation, Yin Shun found a mezzanine, and he and Su Xueyao looked at each other and smiled.

There is also a bamboo slip among them.

It seems that this door is guarded.

"The plan is to let everyone seriously complete my ideas, but the calculation is different, the calculation is to let some people contribute to the trouble, or even no people to help the trouble. The sea of blood muttered.

The Demon Ancestor didn't quite understand, since this person just said some chess pieces, boring things about the plan, I don't know what clever way he has, to bring the bamboo slips out of the public loss city that is difficult for the monster to enter.

The voice of the sea of blood suddenly smiled: "I originally wanted to tell you what I did, but it didn't seem to be something to boast about, so I won't talk about it." ”

But the demon ancestor thought that he seemed to be in this person's calculations?

The little monk ate the pancake, his body was warm, and he seemed to have endless strength, and pushed the cart out of the city, and arrived at the gate of Yizhuang, which was gloomy and terrible, and there was an old monk guarding the door, and there would be no monsters here to sneak attack and steal the corpse, which was a small agreement reached between Yueye Prefecture and the monk.

After all, it does not die and does not harm the dead.

The old monk was dizzy and his ears were not bright, but he was just looking at the gate.

The friars hurriedly put each coffin in place, and then pushed the cart away.

Halfway through, he suddenly looked around, and no one was out of the city, so he pushed the car into a big pit that was supposed to bury people, squatted on the side of the car, opened his mouth violently, and vomited vigorously.

Could it be that this young man felt that his body was not right, and mistakenly thought that Yin Shun's pancakes were poisonous? Or maybe Yin Shun was actually a fine work in Yueye Prefecture, and then poisoned the pancakes to poison Su Xueyao, the Mandate of Heaven?

Neither.

The little friar let out a grunt and spit out a bamboo slip.

Yin Shun sells pancakes if the sea of blood wants him to sell them to a secret hand who hides deeply, and then this secret hand hides the bamboo slips in the pancakes, and then this pancake goes to the mouth of the little friar, and Yin Shun inadvertently becomes a pawn of the sea of blood.

That deep secret hand is naturally a beauty who can make Yin Shun not pay attention to whether she is casting a spell to hide the bamboo slips, or casting a spell to help move the coffin.

Because she almost didn't cast a spell, and there was a use for casting spells that Yin Shun knew, Yin Shun didn't suspect that this pancake was passive.

The little friar held the bamboo slip aloft, and a crow flew down from the sky, stretched out its claws like fine iron, and grabbed it.

The sea of blood laughed in a low voice, and couldn't help asking, "Your Excellency Demon Ancestor, does you have a favorite woman?"

The demon ancestor is unknown.

The sea of blood continued: "Don't have it, otherwise it's very bad." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a crow had already flown up to the head of the wooden city where the demon ancestor was located.

A bamboo slip under the claw.

"You'd better wipe it. The sea of blood finally said something that the Demon Ancestor could understand.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "A Sword Paints the Sky" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~