(Thanks to the book friends "alvin4933" and "Zhuhai Aaron" for their generous tips!)

"How is that possible?"

Zhengyang Dao Chief shouted in horror - Chen Sanlang's qi not only did not decrease by a slight, but instead condensed into a group, taking on the shape of meteorology.

A sword-shaped!

This made the Taoist priest feel unbelievable and couldn't accept it.

Before performing the secret method, he did a lot of homework, mobilized the power of the Yuan family, and formulated a strategy of "plucking and peeling the skin".

If it is understandable that Xu Jun escaped by luck, on the side of Jing County, the Huweiwei detachment attacked the Chen family, and there was no reason to miss it. However, now Chen Sanlang's fortune is rising, and it is not affected at all......

"Could it be that there was an accident on Hu Weiwei's side, and the director did not execute it effectively?"

Thinking of this possibility, Daoist Zhengyang only felt angry, and almost spewed out a mouthful of old blood.

Hu Weiwei is the most elite armor force under the command of the Yuan family, and the detachment sent out to perform the task is the henchman of Yuan Geshu. In that case, how could the task not be completed?

The Taoist priest was puzzled.

Failure of plucking, failure of peeling...... In fact, these two steps are not decisive for the overall situation, the most important thing is that:

How can Chen Sanlang be able to cultivate meteorology?

As the saying goes, "the weather is myriad", which means that the shape of "weather" is changeable, and it is not generalized. According to the division in the "Hope Qi Technique", the sword-shaped atmosphere is classified as equal, not outstanding. In terms of speaking, it is quite inferior to Yuan Geshu's Luo umbrella.

Among the meteorology, the most noble. It is a tripod shape. Jiuding stands in the world, and it is a social artifact. At least one of the princes. It may be able to manifest the weather in the shape of a tripod.

But in any case, meteorology is meteorology. has become a foundation, completely different from the scattered and disorganized number of qi. When it comes to this point, it is not so easy to shake up.

The black hand that the phantom turned into landed on the sword-shaped atmosphere, but it was like a moth to a fire, and it was immediately dissolved into a temperless one, until it turned into nothing.

If the whole phantom invades, maybe it won't be so bad, and there will be some variables. However, the previous phantom was cut in half by the evil sword, leaving half of it. The reduction of power is doomed to the end of destruction.

The black hand is extinguished, the thunder stops, and the world in my mind gradually becomes calm. However, it was shaken and collapsed by the violent thunder just now, and it was like a ruin, and it would take some time to recuperate before it could be completely repaired.

Bang!

There was still a deafening roar in the sky, but the thunder pointed to someone else.

The thunder was like a hammer. Knocking on the heart suddenly, Zhengyang Dao Chang "wow", spit out a mouthful of blood, and splashed it on the stone case. Shocking.

His face was gloomy, and the peachwood sword in his hand fell to the ground and snapped. Broken apart, broken into pieces. There was no trace of the sword to be found, and as for the talisman wrapped around the sword, it was even more dusty. Slightly moved, vanished.

The Fu sword shattered, and the Taoist priest sat on the ground, his expression suddenly became aggrieved, and his original rejuvenated and youthful face decayed at a speed visible to the naked eye, drooping and aging, and his black hair turned white in an instant, and he was gray and gray......

His eyes were gloomy, completely out of focus, staring blankly, his heart was empty, he lost his weight, and suddenly sighed: "I raised piglets in captivity, but I raised a tiger, what can I do?"

With a tilt of his head, he was dejected.

The sky was cloudy, thunder and lightning were combined, and this spring rain was getting heavier and heavier.

......

In March, there was also rain in Yangzhou, but it was drizzling and drizzling.

Yangzhou Thorn Mansion, belonging to the courtyard of Yuan Geshu, in the evening, began to hold the lamp. Several slaves and maids were busy, carrying plates of delicacies into the dining room.

These dishes come in a variety of styles and flavours, and there are even a few northern specialties.

In recent days, the major general had a very bad appetite, was depressed, lost his appetite, and ate very little. This matter was known to Yuan Geshu's mother, and she specially ordered the kitchen to cook carefully and make dishes of various flavors, each meal, there were more than 20 dishes, for Yuan Geshu to choose.

However, this method does not seem to work.

Brother Yuan Shu was still bored, and his temper became irritable, and when he was a little unsatisfied, he smashed the dishes, and even ravaged and ravaged the serving slaves and maids very roughly.

In fact, for those slaves and maids, it is a happy event to be favored by the young general, if they can conceive a child, maybe they can get rid of slavery and become concubines. So in normal times, these women with intentions are always looking forward to it.

But when this day really came, they felt very painful, because Yuan Geshu's venting was like a beast that chose people and devoured them.

In his heart, he inexplicably held back a fire.

Since returning from Dongting Lake, he has sent out his manpower to search everywhere for the whereabouts of the red carp. There is a lot of feedback, and every day there is news of the discovery of red carp, and many people have caught thousands of red carp and raised them in the small lake in the garden.

However, these red carp are all ordinary products, and they have nothing to do with the little dragon girl.

For a long time, he still couldn't find the whereabouts of the little dragon girl, which means that he is drifting away from that great opportunity, how can Yuan Geshu calm down?

On the other hand, Daoist Father Zhengyang Dao Chang rushed to Beijing to slaughter pigs with a knife at close range. Some time ago, he sent back an urgent secret letter, and Yuan Geshu sent his henchmen to Jing County to carry out the mission according to what the secret letter said.

The time for the implementation of the task is today.

And today, it is also a big day to try to release the list.

Yuan Geshu's heart was a little chaotic.

He faced the delicacies on the table, smelled the smell of the food, but he couldn't arouse the slightest appetite. After a while, I finally reluctantly grasped the chopsticks, stretched out a piece of chicken, and put it in my mouth.

Chew carefully, but the food is tasteless, as if you are eating a piece of wood.

Bang!

The sky outside the house was originally just raining, but at this moment, a thunder suddenly exploded, very suddenly.

Brother Yuan was shocked, and he lost his hand suddenly, and the dishes and chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground, smashing them with a "bang", and the white rice was scattered all over the ground.

"Childe, please stop being angry!"

The slave maid who was waiting next to her thought that Yuan Geshu was about to get angry again, so she was flustered, and quickly knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging.

Yuan Geshu didn't realize that at the moment when the thunder exploded, there was only thunder curling in his ears, and he couldn't tolerate other movements.

After a few moments, he finally came to his senses, rushed out with an arrow step, ran out along the path, waved his hands, and shouted: "Come back, come back quickly!"

It looked like he was chasing something that had left him. But in front of him, there was nothing.

This scene was seen by many people in the house, and they couldn't help but be stunned, they had never seen the young general lose his temper like this.

"Smack!"

A group of people suddenly turned out in front, and the leader was Yuan Wenchang, the master of the assassin history, and slapped his son in the face: "Bastard, what are you doing?"

His rock-like face swept with anger.

Yuan Geshu was beaten, and when he woke up from a dream, he couldn't help but cry when he saw his father.

Yuan Wenchang glanced at him and flicked his sleeves: "Geshu, you disappointed me too much." With that, he led a group of personal guards, turned around and left, and never looked back at his son again. (To be continued......)