"Can a nightmare be manipulated?"

Huo Sheng frowned, although he hadn't read much of the book, he still knew something about this famous thing.

Nightmare is a spirit with a pure purpose, although it can be regarded as a kind of life, but it only knows how to devour emotions and make food, and does not have any superfluous thinking and wisdom in addition, and because this thing is too simple, there is no subjective consciousness to make a contract with people, and naturally it is impossible to be manipulated.

"No, by common sense, and that's where I wondered. ”

Chu Zhanyan was thoughtful.

No matter what the purpose of the evil cultivator attacked, but it was certain that he wanted to kill himself and the White Claw, if he couldn't manipulate the Nightmare, then why would the "Nightmare" go to the distance?

After all, with a meal at their fingertips, who would go to stir-fry over a fire?

"It's a pity that he just let him run away!"

Huo Sheng's eyes narrowed, murderous.

There is no cultivator who does not hate evil cultivators, just as the Tang people hated the Turkic barbarians in the wasteland for generations.

"Can't run. ”

Chu Zhanyan glanced at the fluctuating gauze curtain in the distance and said,

"He was cut to the shoulder blade by me, and he hurt his internal organs, if he didn't want to be thrown into the muddy water and become a white skeleton in the wilderness, he had to find a place to heal his wounds quickly, it would not be too far away. ”

"So what are you waiting for?"

Huo Sheng drew his sword,

"Go and kill him!"

"You calm down, what's the hurry?"

Chu Zhanyan pulled him back, a little helpless.

This guy is always so direct and irritable, where does his temper come from?

"Why don't you rush, what if you run away?"

Huo Sheng glared at him,

"White Paw was tossed like this by that guy, you don't want revenge?"

"Don't worry, he can't run, of course he has to take revenge, but now there are other things to deal with. ”

Chu Zhanyan pointed to the inn, Xiao Er and the shopkeeper were trembling at the corner of the stairs, the rain that poured in was on their faces, and the white was terrifying under the broken lights, and the guests were also alarmed and ran out of the house, huddled in a pile in the yard and looked up, like a nest of hens.

There's a bit of a much-anticipated flavor......

"It's not like when you first arrived in Lijiazhai. ”

Chu Zhanyan turned his head and asked with a smile, he remembered that Huo Sheng had a bewildered expression when he fell from the sky, which just happened to perfectly block the trouble for him.

"It's the two of us this time!"

Huo Sheng put away his sword, and the corners of his eyebrows flew.

Last time, he didn't know the situation, but he was lost a mess by a guy who was very bad at showing off, and he was regarded as a fairy by a group of Lijiazhai people, and he was warmly thanked by the stars for a whole day, which embarrassed him who was not good at acting.

But this time, no matter how much you don't want to attract attention, you can't run, after all, the culprit of ruining the building is there, and the people from the official family will come, and you can explain!

“......”

Looking at the people below, Chu Zhanyan only felt a headache, and had the urge to simply slap his ass and leave.

He's a man who doesn't like trouble, no one knows exactly what happened, and the scene now looks a lot like the one who wreaked havoc......

Well, the house was indeed destroyed by his own hands, and there is really no excuse for that.

"According to me, it's better to be more simply, accompany the shopkeeper with some silver subsidies, and count while the official family hasn't come to leave!"

Huo Sheng held the sword in his arms and looked at Chu Zhanyan playfully, he knew the young man's temperament......

"No way!"

Sure enough, someone's elm head once again played the role of dead recognition,

"The master said, people are doing the day and then look at it, everything can not be for their own convenience and affect others, only do things beautifully, there will be beautiful results, this year is not easy to do business, the shopkeeper's shop is destroyed in our hands, how can we say to go, and then say ......"

"Gotta get it, you stop me!"

Huo Sheng couldn't listen to it anymore, and poked the young man's mouth with the scabbard, hating iron and steel.

"Chu Ermu, I now know why Lin Meng had that choice, most of them were angry with your donkey-like brain, why don't you kid know what flexibility is?

At the mention of Lin Meng, Chu Zhanyan closed his mouth suddenly.

The rain shrouded the lonely boy, and it seemed to be even more lonely

Huo Sheng was stunned, the gilded sword angrily tore out a piece of vacuum night in the gauze curtain, turned around and hummed,

"Okay, okay, I can't say the wrong thing, brainless, stubborn donkey, I'm ......"

He wanted to scold you for showing it to someone, but he suddenly found that he couldn't scold a little.

Even if he is a genius, a teenager is a teenager after all, he is actually right, but he recognizes the wrong person, and the person who matches him is not suitable.

The boy was the most aggrieved in that incident from beginning to end.

But why should you blame yourself?

Huo Sheng sighed lightly, and his voice fell with the rain,

"A word into the heart, harming people is not shallow......"

Not all practitioners like to live a light life in the mountains without eating the fireworks of the world.

There are always some people who can't stand the boring and boring, there are many kinds of fun in the world, and the status of a cultivator is very popular in the mortal world, so why don't they choose to stay and enjoy themselves?

Not to mention anything else, even the weakest Primal Realm cultivators can be promoted to captain and lead more than ten elites after registering in the army, not to mention those cultivators of the Nine Realms and the Qi Gathering Realm.

But what did the monks of the first realm count when they came to the world?

I'm afraid that I don't have the qualifications to serve tea and water to those genius disciples......

Therefore, there are many cultivators who choose to stay in Hongchen, and most of them are casual cultivators, or a small number of disciples who have left the mountain gate.

The territory of the Tang Empire is thousands of miles, and as the first in the earthly world, how could it be possible not to set up special institutions in various states and cities to manage and sanction cultivators? After all, if a cultivator does evil, the impact and damage will be much greater than that of ordinary people.

In this way, the "Thousand Machines" was born.

A special official mansion composed of cultivators who eat official meals, from the small officials to the big lords in the hall......

Chen San is one of them.

He is the head of the Qianji Mansion Capture Team, a monk of the Three Realms without obstacles, and he has more than ten people under his hands, and he can be regarded as a rare master in Anshan County.

No tolerance likes to work in such bad weather, especially at night, Chen San was picked up by his subordinates from the hot quilt, and he also sent out a nameless fire in a daze, which scared people to shrink, and listened to the reason for the report, which was like pouring oil, scolding which colleague was so unreasonable, so excessive, that he had to fight at this time?

Why, the rain danced between the sword and whispered, piercing the night sky?

So there is an atmosphere?

Do you know how dreamy you are working overtime, and you have to come over to clean up this mess, do you have any sympathy?

Scolding and scolding, annoyance and annoyance, the things that should be dealt with still have to be dealt with, after all, with a title there, you have to pay this responsibility whether you want to pay it or not, for this, Chen San is actually quite serious.

If you are not comfortable being an official, don't be an errand at ease!

Chen San lamented, but still took off his official uniform and plunged into the rain.

After a stick of incense, the six catchers of the Thousand Machines Mansion rushed to the Yuelai Inn.

At this time, it was almost dawn, but the sky was still drowsy and dark, the rainstorm had eased a lot, and under the dripping, the dilapidated building stood on the side of the street, the crowd gathered outside, the shopkeeper seemed to have experienced a sad cry, and at this time he was bargaining with the two teenagers in a dumb voice.

Xiao Er's face was pale, but he was much calmer than his own boss.

"What's going on?"

Chen San separated the crowd with an unkind face, pressed the handle of the knife with his right hand, took out the token and held it up in front of everyone's eyes, shook it around, and said in a loud voice,

"Qianji Mansion official business, idle people and other retreats!"

As soon as the words fell, the official rushed in, quickly isolating the door of the Yuelai Inn.

Ignoring the noise of outsiders, Chen San strode to Chu Zhanyan, looked him up and down, and saw the scar between the young man's eyebrows and couldn't help but say "Huh", his heart was really a strange face, and he looked down at the black cat in the young man's arms, his eyelids finally couldn't help twitching, and his demeanor changed from arrogance to respect in an instant,

"This fellow Daoist, dare to ask which mountain sect disciple you are?"

Chu Zhanyan was stunned, turned his head to look at Huo Sheng, and thought to himself, why did you ask me first?

He thought that he had taken a half-step back and was low-key enough, the latter was so much more conspicuous than himself, and he should have been the first to be interrogated.

And he didn't know how to answer this question, nominally he was a disciple of Tianshan Mountain, but he didn't want to admit it!

Huo Sheng Zhengwu laughed secretly, looking at someone's gaze, he felt a little bored, so he said angrily,

"Southern Regions, Tianshan!"

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