The national teacher does not practice

Chapter 230 Opening of the Three-Party Layout Treasure House ([-] words for subscription)

Under the night, the carriage drove along the uneven bluestone road, gradually moving away from the crowds.

However, no one knew that the two hunters who had entered the "stealth" state had already followed behind.

Finally, when the carriage turned around a street corner, it stopped briefly, and two figures jumped down, which were "Fire House" and "Bing Po".

After the two landed, they walked around in a circle, walked straight to the river, and jumped.

The moment the shoes stepped on the water, the body began to "fade", from cloth clothes to clay figurines, which melted in water.

In the blink of an eye, the male and female monks disappeared like snowmen that melted in the sun.

Only the ripples on the surface of the water are left.

"What is this."

On the roof of a building not far away, Jiang Jiang was floating in the air, with the corners of his mouth twitching on his dull and lifeless face.

Ask curiously like a baby.

Ji Pingan exhaled, slightly disappointed, and said:

"Clay figurines, a substitute method. There are folk rumors that in the past, when the heavens created the world and the human race came out of the mire, this kind of magic was reincarnated from this legend. The creators collected special soil and water, kneaded clay figurines, and painted them with paintbrushes. Outline the painting, and then pour the spirit into the mouth to mouth, and it becomes the basic pottery figurine.

However, this kind of pottery figurine lacks wisdom, and is similar to the puppets I made with earthen magic. The two in front of me should be the way to use magic to make the monk's soul reside on them. "

After a pause, he said:
"It seems that the other party just came to have a look tonight and inquire about the situation. They are also very cautious, and would rather destroy the clay sculpture than reveal their whereabouts."

Jiang Jiang looked at him sideways, a little envious:
"You know, there are quite a lot of them. Do you want to find them? The carriage and the people in it should be their accomplices."

Ji Pingan shook his head and said:

"Forget it. With such a cautious approach, how can there be such an obvious flaw. The interrogation is also asking three questions, but it will startle the snake."

After speaking, he didn't leave, and still waited patiently. After a while, he saw the air by the lake twisted, and the blue illusory water splashed.

Luan Yu, with bright facial features and a cold expression, stepped out with a tall chest, pointing her finger towards the water.

Two phantom swimming fish spun around her arms, then jumped into the lake, and returned with "empty fins" after a while.

Luan Yu couldn't hide her disappointment. She looked around and confirmed that there was no one else, then took back the token from "Beast" and turned away.

From the beginning to the end, this "elder"-level female monk of the Beastmaster Sect was never discovered, and her whereabouts and behavior were all taken into consideration by Ji Pingan.

"You, know she's around?" Jiang Jiang was stunned.

Ji Pingan shook his head and said lightly:
"I don't know, it's just a gamble. I just don't believe that those gangsters have such a good sense of secrecy. It's okay for the ordinary forces in the city to know about such a conspiracy, but how can the big court faction be ignorant?"

In the last group chat, he has learned:
Due to changes in the situation, the little girl Zhao Yuanyang stopped her training and was brought back to the gate of the Beast Sect.

Luan Yu stayed alone, stationed in Yuhang City on behalf of the sect.

Now it seems that I have also noticed the existence of the world.

Ji Pingan looked up at the moon, and suddenly frowned, realizing a problem:
I can imagine that such a movement will attract the attention of a large group, how in the world can we ensure that this game will not be played off?

Can you have the last laugh?
"Could it be that the world already has the confidence to snatch food from under the noses of the imperial court and the Taoist sect? No...it doesn't make sense, unless the other party, like the Four Sages, obviously has more information than the rest of the reborn...or , It was pure luck that someone took away someone who was already high in cultivation."

This possibility is not completely non-existent, just like killing the Sanren with a curse and seizing the eldest son of the Pei family. If he hadn't been discovered at the time, he hid and successfully extracted Patriarch Pei's cultivation base.

It is enough to return to the state of sitting well in the early stage of rebirth.

Sometimes I have to admit that the existence of "fetal luck" exists.A negative example is the Emperor of God.

"But even if the other party has a way to compete with Sitting Well, what about the supervisor at the Observation Stage? Why does the other party think that he can escape the supervision of the supervisor? Unless the other party does not know that the prisoner is in the city, after all, the strange person at the Observatory that night Like, the court's explanation to the outside world is 'formation'..."

Ji Pingan fell into thought for a moment, and felt that this matter was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

"What are you thinking?"

Jiang Jiang floated beside her and couldn't help asking.

Ji Pingan came back to his senses, shook his head and smiled:
"It's okay, maybe I'm thinking too much."

……

the other side.

Tingxuelou's carriage went all the way back to the stronghold behind the garment shop in Nancheng. Nangong Wan didn't get out of the carriage halfway, and even ordered the gate to be opened, and the entire carriage was driven in before closing the gate.

And all this fell into the eyes of the disciples of the "Tiandihui" who followed secretly.

Immediately returned to report, and when Qiao San was sitting in the entrance of the "Tiandihui" sub-helm, when he received the news, he put down the hand holding the teacup heavily, snorted coldly, and couldn't hide his jealousy:

"It's just a bunch of whores!"

The subordinates around did not dare to show their pride, they all knew that their helmsman had coveted Nangong Wan for a long time.

How can he not be annoyed that he is being preempted by some kind of guest?

"Master, the treasury is important, don't make any troubles at this time." A mature and prudent member advised.

With dark circles under his eyes, the tall and thin Qiao San looked gloomy and said lightly:
"That's right. Order me to go down and prepare for the battle with all my strength. After the Qianyuan Treasury is opened, I will step into the well and take care of Nangong Wan."

He was a veteran Po Jiu, and when he learned that Chief Tudor Chen was injured by Grandmaster Longhushan a few days ago, his heart was ready to move, and he already felt disobedient.

"Yes!"

The disciples in the hall responded.

Qiao San nodded in satisfaction and smiled, Ji Ping'an's smiling and silent face at the party appeared in front of his eyes, full of anger for no reason.

He has already conceived in his mind how to make out with Nangong Wan in front of Xu Keqing when he is ready to cultivate.

……

Kill the demon secretary's back office.

A lamp like a bean.

Ye Hongling sat alone in front of the case, flipping through the files on the table. The black cloak was hanging on the wall, and the black gold scabbard was placed at hand, and was wiped spotless.

Suddenly there was the sound of hurried footsteps outside, and a black shadow on the door and window enlarged:
"Boss, you want me to keep an eye on the situation in the rivers and lakes, and there are new developments."

Ye Hongling raised her head, her sword eyebrows raised on her beautiful face:

"Enter."

The door opened, and the tall and thin official clasped his hands together and said:
"The informant reports that tonight, Jiang Xiaotang, the younger sister of the martial arts leader, held a party in a theater in the city. The Tiandihui, the Mendicant Church, Tingxuelou and other local forces gathered to discuss opening the treasure house."

Then, he narrated the story, and the female warrior listened quietly the whole time, and finally said:

"very good."

The tall and thin official looked solemn:

"Boss, I'm afraid someone is secretly fueling this matter."

Ye Hongling said lightly:

"Under the premise of lack of evidence, all speculations are just doubts."

He said so in his mouth, but his body stood up honestly, saying:

"Prepare the horse, I'll see..."

She originally wanted to say that she would go to the government office and meet the magistrate.

But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them and changed his mind:
"I'm going out."

The tall and thin officer was stunned for a moment, but he didn't ask any more questions, and just answered with his hands.

Ye Hongling bent over and grabbed the cloak on the wall, and with a flick, the black cloak bloomed.

Not long after, the female martial artist single-handedly rode the monster blood horse "Da Da Da" under the seat, crossed the streets and alleys, and arrived at the Yin Yang Academy in the southeast corner of the city.

Stepping off the horse, the female warrior climbed up the steps to the main gate where the lantern with the word "Yin Yang" was hung, and pulled the door knocker and rang.

Not long after, the door was pulled open a crack, but the one who opened it was not a hermaphrodite in the palace, but a yawning Xie Wensheng.

"Looking for a prisoner?" Xie Wensheng squinted his eyes, looking at the female warrior.

The two are not strangers, Ye Hongling knows the details of his "Reborn", and said lightly:
"Yes. I have something important to discuss with the supervisor."

"I don't see you." Xie Wensheng said in a calm manner with the attitude of a salesperson in a state-owned store:
"The prison is closed."

Ye Hongling was startled, with a surprised expression: "Retreat?"

"Well," Xie Wensheng said, "I said before retreating that no one will be seen."

After saying this, before Ye Hongling could ask again, he decisively closed the door.

In the silent night, the female warriors were alone outside the academy, lost in thought.

……

Sanqing View.

As the branch of the state religion in Yuhang, although its scale is far inferior to the headquarters of Shendu, it is still magnificent.

Incense is lingering in the front hall.

That night, everyone in the Taoist temple gathered together.

When the door was closed, the old man with white hair and childlike face on the long table lowered his eyes and said:

"There is news from the church that the new force 'Human World' is suspected to have entered the territory of Yuhang."

"In the human world? That organization formed by the resurrection of the dead?" A Taoist asked in confirmation.

"What's the other party's purpose? It's not about searching for 'similar' in Yuhang City." Another square-faced Taoist frowned.

The Sanqing Guanzhu looked around the crowd with a flat expression:
"If there is no accident, this force is probably rushing to the legend of the Qianyuan Treasure House."

People around the table were either surprised or stunned.

As the base of the state religion in the local area, Sanqing Temple is not as sensitive to the changes in the city as the Demon Slayer, but it is not too slow to deal with such major events that affect the forces of the world.

Many Jianghu people thought that when secrecy was strict, the major factions had already seen all this in their eyes.

A middle-aged Taoist said:

"This makes sense, no matter the time or the clues, they all match up. It's just that this 'human world' is too arrogant, do you think we can be deceived?"

The other person shook his head and said:

"No, no. Brothers, just think about it, if the disaster of Gu insects in Sanhuang County hadn't ended so simply, what would happen? I'm afraid I will devote all my energy to the catastrophe caused by the Four Sacred Sects , and the fluctuations in the Qianyuan Treasure House are hidden, and if the world takes the opportunity to make a move, it is really possible to succeed.

As for the current attack, it is just a matter of time and has to be launched. As a new force, the opponent's extreme thirst for cultivation resources is enough to make it take risks. Those people from the rivers and lakes are probably also deliberately attracted by the opponent to disturb this pool of water.After all, in the absence of sufficient strength, the only way to fish is to muddy the water. "

Hearing this statement, everyone fell into deep thought and felt reasonable.

The square-faced Taoist from earlier asked:

"Guanzhu, is there anything else in the information? For example, the identity and history of the person sent from the world?"

The Master of Sanqing Temple gave an "en" and said:
"According to the information, this is not the first time in the world to attack. Before that, there have been ideas about some ancient tombs, and they have succeeded many times."

Ah this... is still a habitual offender... The Taoist priests looked at each other in blank dismay.

The old temple master continued:

"The person at the head of this behavior is suspected to be recorded in ancient books. At the end of the battle between the two races of human and monsters in the past, there was a strong man who was active, and his Taoist name was 'Moshan'. Clay figurine body substitute method, act boldly and cautiously, in the past, he traveled all over the world, stealing magic treasures and medicines, and he was called "the saint of stealing", and he was in the limelight..."

Everyone was fascinated for a while.

The old monk said:

"It just disappeared suddenly, and it seems to be dead. The specific reason is not conclusive. There is only one guess. It seems that it stole the Dragon Clan territory in the southeast state in the past, and was killed in the East China Sea by the town."

"..." Everyone was shocked and looked at each other.

The Way of Sanqing Guanzhu:
"In short, although this person does not have a brilliant record in the history books, he can walk between countless strong men of the two races without dying. His real strength is absolutely impressive. Even if he is reborn, he should not be underestimated. If you are willing to take risks, it is better to follow the plan, and I will wait and see and wait for the opportunity to make a move."

The old Taoist's tone was confident, and he was eager to compete with the ancient strong.

……

……

In the small courtyard of Yijingzhai.

"What? Do you suspect that the world is eyeing our treasure house? You even encouraged a group of people from the rivers and lakes to explore the way?!"

Under the big tree, beside the stone table.

With short hands and short feet, the childish emperor stood on the stone pier and jumped three feet high, furious:

"It's unreasonable, it's unreasonable! The thief wants to catch... this god general with his front foot, but he comes to steal things with his back foot, which is unbearable!"

Fang Shijie was furious, his little face was flushed with anger:

"Guo... Ji Sichen, we must curb this unhealthy trend!"

joke!

This is the key to His Majesty the Divine Emperor wanting to get rid of his childish status. How can outsiders be allowed to get involved?
Yu Yu stood up suddenly, slapped the table with his small hands, and hummed:

"It's such a big burden, this group of people dare to move the saint's stuff!"

Huang He and Mu Yaoyao also nodded violently, expressing their indignation:
The two are also counting on using the items in the treasury to improve their strength.

No... before the things are taken out, you all regard them as yours, right... Ji Pingan was speechless, raised his hand to calm down the few people, and then slowly said:

"Don't panic, I have my own plan."

After finally appeasing everyone, Ji Pingan closed his eyes tiredly, put his right hand on the armrest of the wicker chair, and tapped lightly.

Starlight flickered on the simple hexagonal astrolabe casually placed on his knees, and as the night darkened, Ji Pingan began to deduce the next possibility again and again.

……

In the next few days, the city seemed calm, but there was an undercurrent surging in the dark.

No matter the rivers and lakes, the imperial court, or the Daoist sects, they all turned their attention to the area outside Yuhang City, where the fluctuations became more and more obvious.

Finally, it was the last day of August.

In the early morning, Nangong Wan woke up from the bed, and when she opened the window, she saw dark clouds piled up in the sky, and the sky was dim.

The air was not as dry and hot as summer, and felt a little cool. The cool wind poured into the open skirt, and a layer of fine bumps formed on the delicate skin.

"Dong dong dong." First came the sound of going upstairs, then knocked on the door, and then Hongying's voice:

"Lord, we're leaving later, do you want to find that Ji Ping'an?"

Nangong Wan shook her head, her beautiful eyes were dim, and then turned firm:
"Ji Sichen may have other arrangements, so don't bother."

After quickly washing up, the core members of Tingxuelou set off, leaving the city quietly, and joined a group of Tingxuelou elite disciples who had arranged to leave the city in batches in advance.

This time, due to the danger of the treasure house, Nangong Wan only dispatched a few elites to go together, and the rest stayed behind.

But when she arrived at the southern outskirts of the city, that piece of wilderness near the mountains, and gathered with various sects under the Martial Arts League, she frowned and found that the number of people brought by these gangs was several times more.

Especially the Tiandihui, there are hundreds of people, and it is a vast expanse.

Qiao San stood in the crowd, standing out from the crowd, wearing a solid black suit. When he saw her coming, he glanced left and right, and suddenly said incomprehensibly:
"Why didn't you see that Xu Keqing? Only a group of young ladies came? It can't be that Xu who heard that he was about to go to the tomb scared away, haha."

The disciples of the Heaven and Earth Congregation all echoed and laughed.

Nangong Wan's face was ugly.

A group of Tingxuelou female heroes headed by Hongying also turned pale with anger, held down the throwing knife at their waists, and suppressed their anger.

But seeing Nangong Wan not saying a word, they couldn't hide their loneliness and disappointment in their hearts. Everyone had heard about the mysterious "Keqing" that the host recruited a few days ago.

It's just that I haven't seen it all the time, and I thought I would do my best today, but in the end, my expectations fell through and I was ridiculed instead.

"Amitabha, Master Qiao, speak carefully, the overall situation is the most important thing today."

Not far away, a group of beggar monks approached. The leader was an obese "Buddha" with a greasy face, holding a huge copper bowl in his hand, and raised his other hand in front of him, chanting Buddha's name.

It's just that the grinning look doesn't look like speaking out of righteousness.

Qiao San let out a "huh" and was about to speak when he caught a glimpse of another force coming, so he closed his mouth.

Jiang Xiaotang was wearing the iconic cheongsam, holding a long cigarette pouch slantedly in his hand, followed by a group of short-shirted disciples, unsurprisingly, but disciplined disciples of the Jiang family broke in.

Glancing at the scene, he said lightly:
"Since we are an alliance today, I don't care what happens before entering the battle, but if after entering the treasure house formation, there are still people who dare to make trouble and make enemies, don't blame me, Jiang, for being merciless."

This sentence is undoubtedly a warning.

Qiao San didn't say a word, which was regarded as tacit consent. He was not afraid of Jiang Xiaotang, but he knew very well that with his status, he could not challenge the authority of the Wulin League.

"Okay, time is almost up, let's try to break the formation." Jiang Xiaotang said.

As soon as the words fell, the spirits of the hundreds of kung fu masters present were shocked, and they subconsciously clenched their weapons. Several Feng Shui masters walked out, each of them holding various magic weapons in their hands.

Practice on the spot.

"Only because they can break the formation?" Hongying frowned.

Nangong Wan shook her head and said in a low voice:
"The Qianyuan Treasure House is a large tomb after all. When it was built, it must follow the rules of geomantic omen, but the entrance was hidden by some method. No one has discovered it for many years, but now the spiritual essence has gone from exhaustion to abundance. Under the impact, There is a gap in the formation... These people are looking for the entrance now."

While speaking, a feng shui master's eyes glowed blue, and he threw the wooden sword in his hand into the air.

The tattered "flying sword" that had been corroded by worms and wormholes flew out wobbly, making a strange whistling sound.

The rest of the Feng Shui masters also locked in the same direction.

A group of people walked towards the mountains in a mighty way, and finally stopped at the foot of an inconspicuous mountain.

"It's right here." The head Feng Shui master pointed to the stone wall:

"Here is where the fugitive fluctuations are most obvious."

"Come here!" After the words were finished, an exceptionally burly monk with a Zen stick in the begging sect said.

Pulling away the distance, exhaling and making a sound, an illusory shadow of a bullock rose all over his body, and then he ran heavily.

His speed is not fast, but every time he steps down, earth and rocks splash and the ground shakes.

"Buddhist mang ox strength is a way to increase strength. If you practice it to a small degree, you will be the diamond strength." Jiang Xiaotang is very familiar with the exercises.

At this time, the monk had already rushed to the cliff, swung his Zen stick in his hand, and slammed into the stone wall with great strength wrapped around his body.

There was only a sound of "boom", the stones splashed, and the smoke and dust burst out. Under the eyes of everyone, the originally hard rocks suddenly twisted, deformed, and disappeared little by little.

In the smoke and dust, a corridor hidden in the stone wall was revealed.

"Really open!"

Someone exclaimed, and couldn't hide their joy. Before that, people in the Jianghu were not sure whether the "Qianyuan Treasure House" really existed.

As soon as Jiang Xiaotang raised her hand, one of her subordinates took out the folded lampshade, blew on it, and it became a small lantern, hanging on the pole of her cigarette bag.

She stepped in first, walked a few steps, and saw a stone gate in front of her, with the tomb-suppressing beast lying on both sides, the iron ring on the stone gate was almost rusted, she pushed it, but it didn't move.

"This should have been sealed from the inside after the tomb was completed."

A feng shui master said:
"But it's not a dead door, just break open with brute force."

This time, it was the monk who volunteered again and pierced through the stone gate with his Zen stick.

Amidst the rumbling and collapsing sound, a big hole was broken in the stone gate, and everyone lit up their lights, only to see a deep and wide corridor appearing in front of them.

Qiao San's eyes lit up, but he didn't step in immediately, and "Buddha" didn't move.

Jiang Xiaotang cast a contemptuous glance at the two of them, shook his head, and swayed his body to step in first:
"I'll make the way."

……

far away.

On a certain mountain in the mountains, three figures are hiding under the cover of trees. From this angle, one can overlook the river and lake people walking into the mountain one by one.

The Taoist who moved the mountain, with fluttering sleeves, stood in the cold wind, holding an upside-down plate in his hand, and a golden needle floated on the vermilion bottom of the Tianchi Lake, spinning slowly.

The Taoist stared forward with his gray-brown eyes, without saying a word.

"Heh, a group of idiots really went in."

Huoju was careless, and walked out from behind him, standing side by side, with mocking eyes.

Bing Po tightened the bowstring, then let it go, glanced at him, and said:
"But I don't know if the government, Daomen, Qintianjian, Yushouzong and other forces are in place in Yuhang City, at least they can't see it yet."

The Taoist who moved the mountain said:

"It doesn't matter, those big forces may not be in a hurry to end, they are more on the sidelines from a distance, and the left and right are still Yuhang territory. Compared with a group of fish in the rivers and lakes, the real big shots are still waiting for us to show up."

Huoju smiled and said:

"But this group of people today will never think about what our real plan is."

Bing Po glanced at him and said:
"Don't get carried away, wait a little longer, the time has not yet come."

……

at the same time.

In another corner of the mountain range where there was no abnormal fluctuation and would not be noticed by anyone, a group of five people stopped and stopped while walking.

With a flick of his fingers, Ji Pingan pushed up the section of the hat above his head, and looked at the gray sky and the misty mountains and rivers.

Deep in the eyeballs, the mist in the mountains faintly condensed into a dragon shape.

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