Sword from the Immortal Mountain

Chapter 113: The scholar draws his sword at night, I have something unfair
There was no one in the room and Chen Jin was missing.

Ye Yanke was startled at first and looked towards the window subconsciously.

The weather in August was quite hot even at night, so the windows were open.

In other words, Chen Jin might have gone out through the window; people outside might also have sneaked in through the window.

Ye Yanke was skeptical about the latter.

With Chen Jin's abilities and means, what can he do even if the enemy invades?

And there were no signs of a fight in the house...

This is really strange.

Ye Yanke held a sword in one hand, his eyes burning, and observed very carefully.

The same thing happened to Wangcai, except that he stopped shouting.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the room changed, as if a breeze blew across the lake, causing ripples to appear.

Ye Yanke turned around suddenly and saw Chen Jin under the light. He was shocked.

It turned out that the gentleman had been sitting there all the time, but he seemed to be blinded by a ghost and could not see anything.

"Wang!"

When he saw his owner, Wangcai immediately ran over and licked Chen Jin's trouser legs affectionately.

After being surprised, Ye Yanke immediately showed admiration and asked, "Sir, do you know how to become invisible?"

Chen Jin smiled and said, "I know a thing or two."

Ye Yanke asked again: "Is this a divine method or an immortal method?"

Chen Jin stood up and said, "In short, it's Taoism."

Ye Yanke seemed to understand what he heard. Although he was a warrior with good blood and strong will, he could not condense the magic thoughts, so he could not master the magic power, let alone use spells.

If one wants to practice both magic and martial arts, one must master martial arts and cultivate to the fourth level.

In terms of combat power from the perspective of realm, warriors have a great advantage in the early stages, and their close combat abilities are unmatched by ordinary sorcerers.

At this time, there was a noise outside, and it turned out that Chen Shizhen and others came over with lanterns.

It turned out that Wangcai had barked so loudly before that they startled them. They thought something had happened and hurried to see what was going on.

Chen Shizhen's family fell into poverty and they did not have any household gods or guards to protect the house. They only had a big dog to guard the gate.

After Chen Jin brought Wangcai in, Wangcai used a little trick to make the big dog become his little brother and obey him completely.

Therefore, everyone knows that Wangcai is different from ordinary people.

Wangcai was barking wildly tonight, maybe something happened. Thinking about the attack a while ago, everyone was very worried.

Fortunately, it was just a false alarm.

Chen Jin would not mention the fact that he had practiced the art of invisibility. He only said that Wangcai was catching mice and making a lot of noise, which disturbed everyone, and he felt deeply sorry.

Wangcai: "..."

Just hang your head and take the blame obediently. People like Chen Shizhen won't do anything to it anyway.

Everyone dispersed.

Ye Yanke no longer had the heart to practice sword, so he went back to his room and prepared to go to bed.

Chen Jin closed the door, sat under the lamp, and closed his eyes to rest.

Over the past few days, I have studied the technique diligently and finally got the hang of it.

Although it is a reconstruction, there is still a sense of accomplishment in regaining success.

As time passed and the night deepened, he regained his spirits, opened his eyes, picked up his sword, and jumped out of the open window.

The scholar draws his sword at night, I have something to be fair about!
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In the alchemy room of Changsheng Temple, elixirs are being made over a slow fire.

The Taoist boy is watching the fire.

He had been watching for almost ten hours straight. He was exhausted and tired. His eyelids felt heavy and he began to doze off.

Whoops!

It was the sound of a whip breaking through the air.

Snapped!
The Taoist boy was hit hard on the back. The severe pain immediately awakened him. He stood up and shouted in awe: "Master, the boy was wrong." Taoist Master Song walked in with a whip in his hand and a gloomy face: "Mingfeng, I told you long ago that this batch of deer placenta paste is crucial. There must be no mistakes in the temperature. If it is burnt and there is a problem, you will pack up and get out of Changsheng Temple."

The Taoist boy Mingfeng's face changed drastically. He fell to his knees with a plop and kowtowed vigorously: "Master, please forgive me this time. I won't dare to do it again."

He called him "Master", but the relationship between them was far from a true master-disciple relationship.

In the view of longevity, the essence of a Taoist boy is an apprentice or a servant.

If you meet a good master, you will have a better life and may even learn some skills. But if you meet a bad master, you will just be like an ox or horse, or even worse than an ox or horse.

Taoist Song was a cold and harsh person. As his Taoist boy, Mingfeng did not have an easy life.

But there was no other way, so he had to grit his teeth and endure. He thought that as long as he completed all the tasks conscientiously and had enough experience, he would be able to see the moon after the clouds cleared and become a real disciple.

All the hard work for that spot is worth it.

Taoist Song was satisfied with the boy's obedience and said, "Keep watching the fire. I'll come and collect the pills tomorrow morning."

He turned around and left, going back to his room to rest.

He has been in a bad mood these past few days and has always felt inexplicably irritated.

On the one hand, being a worshipper in Bojiji Lane seems glorious and the treatment is good, but most of the drugs he refines on a daily basis are tiger and wolf medicines to entertain the masters, and have nothing to do with real practice.

Always tinkering with these things made Taoist Song feel that his status had dropped.

But in fact, he is a foreign affairs disciple of Changsheng Temple, and these are all he is good at.

If Taoist Song were really asked to refine high-level elixirs, he would not only lack the materials but also the skills.

He accepted offerings in Bojiji Lane, a considerable portion of which was to be paid back to the main temple of Changsheng Temple.

It is equivalent to an outsourced office.

In recent years, the tasks assigned by superiors have become increasingly heavy, which has made Taoist Song feel overwhelmed.

If you fail to complete it, you will not only be held accountable, but you may also be fired from your position, which would be terrible.

So in order to complete the task, he had to use any means necessary, including framing Chen Shizhen this time.

Of course, Taoist Song would not have any psychological burden in doing these things. The recipes he taught Chen Shizhen to make elixirs were all real, and it didn't matter whether the other party had the ability to match them or whether they could make them.

Immortality is the greatest delusion in the world.

Chen Shizhen overestimated his own abilities and it was all his own fault; he could not blame anyone else.

Another thing is about the candidate named "Chen Jin".

This guy never left the house, and Chen Shicheng couldn't find an opportunity to take action, so he kept dragging his feet, which was very unpleasant.

Calculating the days, the day after tomorrow will be the provincial examination.

There is not much time left for them.

This is because during the provincial examination period, the order in the state and county government offices is very strict. If a candidate gets into trouble, it is likely to alarm the official investigation, which will cause trouble.

Taoist Song was in a bad mood, and he felt better after he whipped the Taoist boy.

I entered the room, closed the door, and just as I sat down, my heart skipped a beat. I raised my head and stared straight ahead.

At this moment, he vaguely felt that there was another person in his room, and he couldn't help but whispered, "Who?"

"Who is there?"

Got no response.

But Taoist Song did not take it lightly. He stood up gently, looked around vigilantly, then bowed his head to the void and spoke again: "Which Taoist friend came here to play this joke on me?"

His action seemed to be a courtesy, but in fact he had already begun to think about escaping.

So he turned around and rushed towards the door quickly, trying to break out.

Once you are outside, you will have more opportunities to respond.

laugh!
With a slight sound, a sword appeared from the void.

In fact, it was not emptiness, but Taoist Song's senses were blocked, resulting in the appearance of a piece of emptiness.

At this moment, the sword appeared, exposing his aura, and then Chen Jin appeared in his sight.

"It's you?"

Taoist Song screamed in shock, having been stabbed by the sword, and fell limply to the ground.

(End of this chapter)