who doesn't have a sword

Chapter 406

Longwan, Bajia?Shen Guanyu searched twice for introductions about the spirit world in his spiritual memory, but he had never heard of any big cultivator family with the surname Ba.

Or maybe it's the lesser-known Xiaoxiu family?She withdrew her thoughts, turned around and followed the two invisibly.

At this time, she discovered that the fourth brother who was driving the car and his third uncle were both monks with ruptured dantians.

And look at the way the opponent's breath is stable and his temples are raised, he must have changed his martial arts, and his realm is at the peak of the day after tomorrow.

Then open the spirit eyes and look closely at their bone age and dantian, and confirm that they were Qi refining monks before.

The fourth child did not notice Shen Guanyu's spiritual consciousness sweeping over his body at all. For monks whose dantian was completely broken and unable to gather spiritual power, with the disappearance of their cultivation base, the sea of ​​consciousness opened up after the third level of Qi refining also It will be locked, and there will be no more consciousness.

He was still talking to the people on the other side of the carriage: "Third Uncle, with this cultivator sending him over, the Ba family will let Seventh Brother go, and he doesn't have to sacrifice to the Dragon God anymore."

The third uncle's eyes were full of worry: "Where does this monk come from, he can't be from the Ba family, right?"

At this time, the sky had already brightened, and the fourth child blew out the qi-death wind lamp and said: "Then we saved the Ba family, they should show some kindness, right?"

But the third uncle let out a long sigh, and said, "When have you ever met the Ba family to show favor to someone?"

Shen Guanyu saw the fourth whoosh turned around, and quickly covered his third uncle's mouth, looked around and said: "Third uncle, don't say anything."

The third uncle pulled him away, "Now it's the time for the preparation of offering sacrifices to the Dragon God, no monks will come to this poor village without young children."

The fourth child sat back in his original seat, and said in a somewhat embarrassing way: "Third Uncle, aren't we afraid?

Otherwise, I wouldn't listen to you, and I will abolish my dantian after I reach the fourth level of Qi refining. "

"Oh, but your seventh brother didn't listen to me, he is a high-minded man, so he listened to his master, Elder Deng, and continued to practice painstakingly to advance.

Well now, it happened that he was 16 years old at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and his master fell into the hands of his opponent again.

When people submitted the registration form, they directly handed over his name. "Third Uncle's heart aches when he thinks about it:

"If we really can't come back and sacrifice to the dragon, we will find a way to send a girl in, so I can leave a queen for Lao Tzu."

The fourth child suddenly stopped talking. Apart from the sound of wheels and horseshoes on the road, only the constant sigh of the third uncle could be heard.

Shen Guanyu followed for a while, seeing that the two men had indeed gone to the fisherman's house to save him, he stopped following.

This time she stopped running, and changed to low-altitude stealth and Yujian. After finding a city, she dodged into the peach pit space.

This space is a little smaller than Shen Congyun's, and it is empty except for the storage bag she sent in.

Sigh, I don't know where the ancestor Congyun is now, and what happened to Master Zhu and the others.Hope everyone is safe.

Shen Guanyu poked around in his invisible storage ring, and moved in the bed, treasure shelf, and several boxes of clothes that his master had prepared a long time ago.

After tidying up, it is no worse than my own Qiankun House.

Once again, he used Thousand Faces to disguise himself as a middle-aged woman.

After looking in the mirror, I dug out the treasure bag I used when I was a child, and found a set of coarse cloth clothes without any fancy clothes in it, and imitated the village women, wrapped a piece of floral cloth on the head.

After tidying up, he left the invisible Nabao chain and the sound transmission pendant on his body in the peach core.

When he came out, he came out with a backpack that he used to buy with Ah Tian, ​​and walked all the way to the gate of the city.

The word Yuncheng County is written on the top of the city, and soldiers defending the city are collecting city fees.

Shen Guanyu also imitated the people in front of the queue, holding a penny in his hand and preparing to enter the city.

It's just that when it was her turn to enter the city gate, there were officers and soldiers chasing people with knives, and those who failed to dodge were already knocked to the ground.

A black shadow rushed into the gate of the city extremely quickly.

The leader of the officers and soldiers shouted: "Close the city gate, close the city gate."

But the city gate was heavy and heavy, and the black shadow was running so fast that it couldn't be stopped at all.

The panicked people scattered, some fell and some cried loudly.

Shen Guanyu rolled into the ditch next to the official road to hide with some people who were about to enter the city, but his spiritual sense followed the shadow.

It was a black-clothed female cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi refining. It seemed that she had been poisoned by Zhiling powder or something. She jumped only a few feet before falling down again.

And there is a little person in her arms, who is holding her front tightly.

Shen Guanyu was about to take back his consciousness, when he suddenly saw a monk flying down from the flying gourd on the city wall, chasing after the nun.

The female cultivator threw a hurricane talisman, and the flying gourd fell violently.

Amidst the strong wind and dust, Shen Guanyu could see clearly that the injured body of the monk on the gourd was instantly decapitated.

The officers and soldiers chasing after were all thrown to the city wall by the wind.

Just as the black-clothed female cultivator took away the gourd, the spiritual weapon on the ground, a few more rays of light came from the southeast outside the city.

Shen Guanyu withdrew his consciousness and didn't intend to look any further, but unexpectedly, the female cultivator jumped towards him by taking advantage of the hurricane dust that hadn't dispersed.

She tried her best to suppress her desire to defend herself, but unexpectedly, the female cultivator untied the belt in her arms, and instantly hid the little child in her back basket.

With the sentence "Take care of her, I will come to you.", the person got on the spiritual weapon gourd and flew west.

"???" Shen Guanyu really wanted to catch up and return the child to her, but when she saw a few monks using leaf-shaped flying spirit weapons, chasing people above her head, she stopped thinking about it.

Fortunately, I was far away from other people just now, and it was covered by blinding wind and dust.

She moved the pannier forward, opened the lid and looked at the one or two-year-old girl inside.

The little man showed a toothless smile to himself, "Mother."

Shen Guanyu snapped the lid on: Am I that old?

She looked helplessly at the gate of the city, where the officers and soldiers were busy collecting the corpses and treating the wounded.

The people who couldn't enter the city also felt good, and fled here on their weak legs.

Only a few overturned carriages were still parked by the side of the road.

Shen Guanyu also had no choice but to leave with a basket on her back. She caught up with four or five people in front who were also carrying baskets and burdens, imitating the accent of the fishermen's couple, and said to the elder: "Master, can you borrow a place to stay for a night?" ?”

"Girl, our house is far away and we have no place to live, so we are going to a ruined temple five miles away.

Follow up if you can.What's the matter? "The old man said whirringly.

The young man who helped him said: "It's almost time to sacrifice to the Dragon God again. The fairy masters in the city are looking for the soul boy everywhere."

Someone quickly patted him: "Shh, don't say it."

A group of people hurried towards the ruined temple, while Shen Guanyu followed behind pretending to struggle.

However, his spiritual consciousness circled around the little baby, whose bone age is less than three years old, so it is not suitable to check whether there is any spiritual root.

And the clothes on the child are all ordinary cotton, without any monk's things.

The little doll was nestled in the back basket, wringing her fingers to look at the lid, and she was obedient and did not make a sound.

After arriving at the dilapidated temple surrounded by wind and wind, Shen Guanyu put down his backpack and was seen by someone, who exclaimed, "How dare you bring your child into the city?"

(End of this chapter)