Tang Qian stood silently.

From the very beginning, I have already entered Sima's spell, and it should be when I first entered the village, the water moon is spent in the mirror, and the mirror flower is used later, and the water moon is used first.

The water moon is a dream, it seems to be real and illusory, it is a kind of Dunjia, after entering it, sometimes the things encountered are real, such as those monks, such as the bloody rain and bloody wind, such as Tang Qian saw the real Sima - and these things are to make Tang Qian believe more, all this is true, the most terrible thing is that even if they meet, Sima still did not let Tang Qian enter the dream with the water moon, but waited until Tang Qian entered Yizhuang, let Tang Qian be in a slight trance, followed by the mirror flower.

All the means were to blur Tang Qian's hearing and hearing, and finally used the magic of the mirror flower to separate Tang Qian and Zhou Sheng in a real sense - otherwise as long as it was in a village, if it was outside the temple, Tang Qian could rush to it, and if it was inside the temple, a lifelong monk could also do it.

But between the mirror flowers, the extra time is the time for Tang Qian to swing his sword.

This gave Sima enough time to go to Zhou Sheng's side, seriously injure him, and then lift the water moon on a few people, and waking up from the dream also slowed down Tang Qian's reaction for a moment.

In the blink of an eye, many things can happen.

The blood hole in Zhou Sheng's chest had begun to bleed outwards now—he didn't have that much blood to gush out. All Xia Yubing could do was quickly tear off the strip of cloth on his body, and then try to hold down Zhou Sheng's thin chest with only bones left.

"In addition, the problem of that friend of yours, a lifelong monk, can also be solved in that place. When this voice appeared, Tang Qian did not swing his sword again.

Sima's huge body didn't appear, and it was a horse, a tall horse in Sima's carriage.

The horse's nostrils were still white, and it seemed that it had come at a violent gallop.

It also had something in its mouth, a copper kettle.

"It doesn't matter what happened to us before, at least you win, it's yours. ”

The hair on the horse's body was black and shiny, it let go of its mouth, the copper kettle fell, and Tang Qian watched it fall, not moving, and not speaking.

"This is a magic weapon, refining or something, I don't need to teach you at all. What the horse said was indeed Sima's voice: "After refining, this is actually the same magic weapon as the one I ride, and it will take you to where you need to go." ”

The speed at which the copper kettle landed was extremely slow, and it was even as if he was waiting for Tang Qian to catch it, until Sima's voice ended, the copper kettle did not fall to the ground, probably feeling that Tang Qian would definitely not make a move, and the black horse continued: "Really don't catch it?"

Tang Qian was speechless.

Ding——

The copper kettle fell to the ground, and almost instantly, the strange red crystals that grew out of the blood rain on the ground, as well as the blood on the ground, the monks who came to compete for the copper kettle, Zhou Sheng, all quickly went towards the copper kettle, and it was also in an instant that the rust on the copper kettle disappeared a lot.

Xia Yubing felt that the blood in Zhou Sheng's wound that his subordinates pressed was not flowing out, but there was a huge momentum, heading towards the copper kettle, and at the same time, the blood on his body was also a little uncontrollable, the feeling was very uncomfortable, Xia Yubing was a little dizzy.

Tang Qian took a step forward, and Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing behind him and the blood on the ground did not continue to move forward, but the copper kettle was still absorbing blood—when the blood that could be sucked by the entire village entered the copper kettle, it struck again, and the whole fell to the ground, and at this time it was already a copper kettle without any traces of rust.

"Zhou Sheng can continue his life, and the thing is in the pot. After the black horse finished speaking, the whole thing was torn apart and scattered on the ground.

Tang Qian's hands were full of green tendons, he still smiled, turned around and talked to Xia Yubing, but his expression was very unnatural: "I'll take a look." ”

Approaching the copper kettle, Tang Qian picked it up and pried open Zhou Sheng's mouth, no matter what was in the pot, he only knew that Sima would not let Zhou Sheng's life die like this.

Even if Zhou Sheng and Tang Qian are not related, or even just known each other for a few days, Sima bet on another thing that was right.

Tang Qian wouldn't work hard for someone he didn't know very well, but he still had the problem of being a monk all his life, so it was okay to save Zhou Sheng.

Zhou Sheng was already asleep, and the place where he lay down was the desk of the broken temple, which was originally the place where the tribute should be placed, but now this broken temple is not even a statue of a god, and it doesn't matter if some of the previous attention is made.

He was very unhappy, and Tang Qian was rarely so unhappy. The lifelong monk said softly, he was talking to Xia Yubing, who was taking care of Zhou Sheng.

"It's naturally unpleasant to be calculated by others to help people, and I was very angry because of this before. Xia Yubing reluctantly changed the medicine on Zhou Sheng's body again, Zhou Sheng still has the black hole wound on his chest, in fact, if you lift him, you can see that his chest has been pierced, the wound is no longer bleeding, a layer of blood-colored things actually wrapped this hideous wound, this layer of blood should be caused by what Tang Qian poured into Zhou Sheng's mouth before.

"One hundred people blood saves one," Tang Qian sighed, he was fiddling with the large pile of broken horse fragments in the open space outside the broken temple, which he had chopped with his sword.

This dark horse is naturally not made of flesh and blood.

There were a lot of delicate metals in it, and some of them were rune inscriptions, which were obviously made by spells.

"Not only Qimen Dunjia, but also some magic techniques......" Tang Qian couldn't help frowning.

Fangshu can be said to be a kind of thing that exists at the same time as spells, including many strange branches, in fact, they are branches, and they are all their own schools of thought, such as talismans, puppets, and then insect refining medicine, although it is in line with the way of heaven, but it is also doped with foreign substances.

The formation is a bit exquisite, because the formation sometimes does not need the formation flag to form a formation, and there are many natural prohibitions that belong to this column, so the Dunjia that favors the formation can also be called a spell.

"Look at it well, didn't you say that Sima also had a pot, does that mean that you can use that pot to get a big carriage and a bunch of horses out?" Xia Yubing had already left the temple, and she actually didn't know how to comfort people, so she had to say like this: "Zhou Sheng is a drag oil bottle now, and he needs something to pull him away, I don't want to carry him for a long time." ”

Tang Qian shrugged, then took out the copper kettle.

The so-called refining is very simple, Tang Qian just held the copper kettle in his hand, the copper kettle emitted some faint light, and some complex inscriptions on it seemed to have been smelted, slightly red and shiny, and then it became the black copper kettle.

This is probably the immortal refining this immortal copper kettle.

Xia Yubing couldn't help but think.

Then Tang Qian shook the copper kettle, and a car and a cart were poured out of the copper kettle, and after seeing them, even if Zhou Sheng was still lying unconscious, such a bleak thing was still in front of him, Xia Yubing couldn't help laughing.

It was a broken wood wheeled vehicle, usually used to transport straw and wood, just a board and two wheels.

And a scrawny donkey.