There was a reason why Yu Qingyao was looking for him instead of the other three senior brothers.

First, those three guys, all of whom were sons, were all very slippery, and asked them if they could get any definite news. Second, if it's not good, the three of them are bad guys, and they also collude with the bad guys in the door.

Li Huaide is different, judging from the memory of the original body, this kid is a bit high-minded, has a full sense of justice, and is very principled.

He's been watching it for almost a year, and he knows a lot more than she does, and he says whoever is the bad guy is probably the real bad guy.

Again, he has an unusual relationship with the original body, and it is easy to come to the truth under the pretext of precaution.

Li Huaide said the names of more than 20 people in the door, and asked the junior sister to stay away from them, and be especially careful when dealing with them, especially a few guys who like women. This includes Cai Sihang's three senior brothers.

According to him, Feng Yu was engaged in Baishan City, and he also hooked up with several young ladies in private.

Xia Wang is a frequent visitor to the Qinglou, and there are groups of concubines in the family.

Cai Sihang is better, but he has ambiguous relationships with many female disciples.

The implication, junior sister, they are not good people. Don't let them fool you.

Yu Qingyao thanked her.

Yu Qingyao lived on the mountain for a month, and every day in addition to practicing in the courtyard, she accompanied the master for a walk on the mountain at dusk.

There is medicinal food, there is sufficient aura, there is a pei spirit pill, she didn't cheat with curse points, she cultivated to the second layer of the micro heart method, the white crane long fist was cultivated to the third layer of perfection, and the white crane sword technique was also practiced to the third layer of perfection.

Her curse technique has risen to level three, and she has also saved more than two hundred curse points.

Where did the more than 200 curse points come from? It was the Li family and Li Shuanggen, of course, who contributed it.

From this day on, Yu Qingyao set her sights on a deacon named Zeng Dequan in the lower house.

He taught his outer disciples to cultivate the Tao, relying on his father to be an elder, and he often extorted money from male disciples, and whoever dared not give or gave the amount could not satisfy him. That's going to be bad. He will instigate his disciples to challenge, and he will not give up until he is seriously injured. There are many records of beating and maiming disciples to death.

He also often persecuted beautiful female disciples to serve him. Whoever dares not listen, he must also design a frame-up, and he will not stop until he wishes. Many female disciples had to be aggrieved.

Although many disciples complained, they were all suppressed by his father because there was no evidence.

Zeng Dequan rarely took action in person, and used power and Taoism as bait to induce or force other disciples to beat and harm others.

Therefore, Zeng Dequan's momentum in the lower house was quite arrogant, and the seventh senior brother Lu Ziqing had nothing to do with him, so he could only beat him twice from time to time to make him more restrained.

Zeng Dequan is now the eighth layer of Qi cultivation.

Yu Qingyao had never cursed such a high-level person before, and she was also a little apprehensive in her heart.

In the evening, she carefully studied the essentials of the eight-level practice of the Tongwei Mind Method, focusing on the dangers to be guarded against while practicing.

What are you afraid of when practicing? One should be quiet and not noisy. The environment is too noisy to be quiet.

When practicing, I am afraid of being disturbed, and when the Taoist enters the time, he is fully engaged in directing the operation of the aura, and once someone is disturbed, for example, someone suddenly screams in his ear, or pushes him or pats him, the Taoist is bound to be frightened.

Frightened, the mind was lost, the aura lost its command, and it rushed around. If you sit stiffly and can't move, you have to spend half a day to restrain your aura. In severe cases, the meridians may be injured, and even death may be impaired.

Then there is the fear that the heart is not quiet, and evil thoughts are numerous, attracting demons.

If the demons attack, it will be even more terrifying, people will lose their minds, become mad demons, and do all kinds of crazy things.

Therefore, when a Taoist cultivates, he must choose a safe and quiet place.

The meditation mantra was invented to allow Taoists to quickly enter meditation and get rid of distracting thoughts.

After turning off the lights, Yu Qingyao didn't practice first, and waited patiently for half an hour, estimating that Zeng Dequan had started practicing.

Yu Qingyao launched the curse.

Zeng Dequan was sitting cross-legged on the bed, relaxing and practicing.

He guards his eyebrows, and with his breath, he moves his aura through the meridians.

Suddenly, he saw a tiger roaring angrily, opening its bloody mouth and pounced.

Zeng Dequan was taken aback, his mind was lost, and his aura was rioting.

Zeng Dequan immediately realized that he was in the center of Feiyun Temple, and there were countless guards outside, how could a tiger run into my quiet room, this must be an illusion.

He had been practicing for twenty years and had a wealth of experience, so he immediately turned a blind eye to the tiger that pounced on him, and concentrated on controlling the rampaging aura in his body.

As he expected, the tiger pounced and disappeared.

Zeng Dequan was a little depressed, he couldn't figure out how he could suddenly have the illusion that a tiger was going to bite him if he practiced well.

Although he woke up early and controlled well, he still couldn't move for a while.

Yu Qingyao looked at the screen, the mana value dropped a little, and the curse value increased by 5 points.

Yu Qingyao estimated that the curse of the high-level Daoist of Qi cultivation was successful, and the points obtained were five times that of mortals.

She saw that Zeng Dequan's appearance was not unusual, and she knew that although the curse just now was successful, it would not hurt him much.

She speculated that Zeng Dequan should be trying to restrain his aura at this time.

Yu Qingyao smiled evilly, and launched the curse technique again, cursing him to pull his pants.

Zeng Dequan was trying to control the aura in his body, when he suddenly felt a pain in his lower abdomen, and a warm current appeared under his buttocks.

He couldn't help but scold: "Hold the grass!"

It didn't matter if he opened his mouth, his mind was lost again, and the aura in his body ran wild again.

He wanted to calm down, but the warm current under his ass couldn't help reminding him: You pull your pants, hurry up and change your clothes, and let the disciples outside the door know that your face will be lost, and it will become a joke in the audience for a hundred years.

Zeng Dequan can't enter meditation, and if he can't enter meditation, he can't use his mind to control the rampaging aura in his body.

He froze there. Don't let me escape, I can't even call for help.

Yu Qingyao came to the second spell again.

Zeng Dequan pulled it twice.

Zeng Dequan is simply loveless.

He smelled the stench all over the house.

The disciple who was guarding him outside smelled the stench and was puzzled. Where's the smell of?

He looked around, there was nothing unusual, and he couldn't help but look at Zeng Dequan's quiet room.

Damn, it can't be here, right?

He approached, sniffed, and found that the stench really seemed to come from it.

He couldn't help but whisper, "Deacon Zeng, are you there?"

He shouted a few times, Zeng Dequan wanted to agree, but he couldn't.

The disciples outside didn't hear the movement, and they were suspicious in their hearts, suspecting that something was going on inside. But he didn't dare to break in, if there was no accident inside, but because he broke in, the deacon went mad, and he couldn't afford it!

He was in a very tangled mood.

After following Zeng Dequan for a few years, he knew that this was not a good talker. If you offend him, you don't know how you died.

After a moment's hesitation, he stepped back.

Do more and do more wrong, and it's good not to do it.

Let a sleeping dog lie.

Zeng Dequan was also very entangled in his heart, hoping that the man would come in to save him, but he didn't want people to see his embarrassed appearance.

Hearing that the disciple retreated, he was relieved in his heart, and at the same time, he hated the disciple again.

Stupid! When you find something abnormal, you don't even come in to take a look, how can it be reasonable!

When I'm ready, I'm going to have to kill you!

And if that disciple really broke in, when he was able to move freely, maybe he would kill that disciple on the spot to keep his secret.

The night is long, the smell is fluttering, and it is difficult to endure both inside and outside the quiet room.

The disciple walked to the door of the ashram several times and retreated several times.

Every time he walked to the door, it was a torment for Zeng Dequan.

At the third watch, the disciple couldn't help it and went out to call someone. He called a disciple to inform Deacon Zhang Zhihong, who Zeng Dequan was familiar with.

When Zhang Zhihong heard about it, he was depressed and ran over with two people and asked, "What's wrong?"

The disciple invited him in and said, "Smell it!"

Zhang Zhihong smelled the smell of feces and was in a very bad mood. Anyone who is called up in the middle of the night is not happy to smell this.

"What's going on? Didn't you say something happened to Deacon Zeng?"

The disciple said, "Deacon Zhang, I have been staying here, and not long after Deacon Zeng practiced, I smelled this, and I suspect that Deacon Zeng had an accident inside." I am afraid that the misjudgment will disturb Deacon Zeng, so please come and take a look. ”

When Deacon Zhang heard about it, he was surprised, and pondered that it was now the third watch. According to Zeng Dequan's temper, he would not still be practicing, he walked to the door of the quiet room and said loudly: "Old Zeng, are you there?"