The old nine-door one eight mausoleum-style fake counselor Ba Ye

Lingduan went to look at the giant Buddha lying on the ridge. It was much larger than he imagined. It was a dream to remove the whole thing with his current cultivation level!Ling Duan roughly estimated that with his current cultivation base, he might only be able to take away a head, but Jun Ye Niu blew it out, saying that it would not be good to move the Buddha back to his home and just get a Buddha head.

Ling Duan scolded himself in his heart for supporting him, and hurried to Zhang's mansion. He was going to break through to the fourth level of Qi training, and with the help of Li Mo's power, he should be able to barely move the upper body of the Buddha. The most urgent thing now is to go back and find The military master increased his cultivation.

Ling Duan relied entirely on spiritual power to travel in the deserted places outside the city, and did not consume much energy, but after entering the city, he could not use spiritual power and ran all on his legs, which made him very tired.

"Deputy... Adjutant... you, you go and inform me that I have something important to discuss with the military master." Ling Duan ran all the way, bending over and holding his chest, he couldn't speak well.

Seeing Ling Duan's distressed appearance, the adjutant didn't bother to tease Ling Duan, he hurried in to report, and then came back to make a gesture to help Ling Duan in. "Baye, the officer told you to go in."

"I'm fine, you stay at the door, don't let anyone get close, don't let anyone know what Buddha and I are doing inside." Ling Duan seriously told the adjutant for a long time, confirming that the adjutant realized the seriousness of the matter After having sex, he entered the study and carefully closed the door of the study, then ran behind the desk and ran straight at Zhang Qishan.

Zhang Qishan looked at the posture of the little fortune-teller, the baby swallow, running to the forest, so he had no choice but to put down the document he was reviewing, turned his chair around, and assumed a posture that was easy to bear, ready to accept the little fortune-teller's embrace.

"What's the matter? Didn't test enough yesterday?" Zhang Qishan snorted a handful of Ling Duan's soft hair, lowered his head and whispered in Ling Duan's ear.

"No, I can't move the entire Buddha back with my current ability. I'll upgrade you to a higher level, and then go back to help you move the Buddha." Ling Duan buried his head in Zhang Qishan's chest, trying to maximize the contact area between their bodies. Finish the upgrade early, so as not to be too embarrassing after waiting for a long time.

"I'm really not insulting you. Don't think too much about it. Just do it. I don't know how to explain it to you. Anyway, you know it's harmless to you. I've become stronger not to help you."

"I know, I forgive you for not daring to insult me ​​for no reason." Zhang Qishan shook his neck, which was stiff because he was sitting at his desk reviewing documents for several hours in a row, relaxed his body and let Lingduan stick to him, and the years flashed before his eyes inexplicably Jing good four characters. "Aside from holding me like this, is there any way to improve your ability?"

"According to my guess, as long as physical contact is enough, holding you is the fastest way I can think of to upgrade. In fact, other contact methods are also fine, holding hands or something, but we are not in a hurry to move the Buddha, manly man Besides, we are both men, and no one else will see us, so we will be fine if we hug for a while." Ling Duan lowered his head and couldn't see Zhang Qishan's expression, but he guessed that if a man told him to Only by holding him can he break through the realm, he might beat that man into a pig's head, Zhang Qishan's heart is still quite soft when he thinks about it, he didn't hit him, what should he do if he is suddenly moved.

"En." Zhang Qishan responded lightly, without any emotion.

For more than an hour, Ling Duan and Zhang Qishan remained in their original state, Zhang Qishan was too lazy to move, Ling Duan wanted to move but didn't dare to move, in case he would annoy the military master by moving around later, don't let him What to do.

Seeing that the sun was almost setting, the butler came to ask several times if he wanted to set the table. The adjutant couldn't find an excuse to deal with the butler, so he knocked on the door lightly, "Sir, Ba Ye, it's getting late Yes, the butler came to ask several times if he wanted to set the table, saying that he made the lotus root and pig's trotters that Ba Ye likes to eat."

"Got it, got it, let's go out now." Ling Duan looked guilty, and stood up straight in a panic, for fear that the adjutant would suddenly open the door and come in.

"Are you alright? Don't panic, the adjutant won't just come in without my order." Zhang Qishan stood up from the chair, and his body was a little numb after moving.

"Okay, okay, it's all right before he called just now." Ling Duan was a little afraid to look up at Zhang Qishan, although he was open-minded in his heart, but he was still a little bit uncomfortable to let him play hooligans in the face of the senior brother. adapt. "Oh, bah, what are you playing hooligans for? We each take what we need and cooperate for a win-win situation, so it's not called hooliganism."

"Go out to eat. Didn't the housekeeper say that the kitchen made your favorite lotus root and pig's trotters?"

"I have to let the Buddha appear in your yard tomorrow morning. Time is running out, so I have to rush there right away. Lotus root and pig's trotters, keep it for me." Ling Duan put aside all kinds of distracting thoughts, After waving to Zhang Qishan, he hurried out of the city again.

Fortunately, there were few people on the dark road, Ling Duan walked out of the monitoring range of the Zhang Mansion, and he used his spiritual power, flying over eaves and walls along the way, which saved a lot of time.

Fortunately, during the day, Ling Duan considered that he might not be able to return to the location of the Buddha until night, so he left his spiritual power marks along the road, so he didn't have to worry about getting lost in the dark.

He rushed all the way to the place, searched around the mausoleum, and made sure that no one was there, so he took out four small flags and set up a concealment formation, firstly to hide the traces of the Buddha, and secondly to summon him later. Leaving Limo as a cover.

Although the mausoleum used a lot of high-quality materials to repair Li Mo, but the warming time is still short, Li Mo's sword body is still full of cracks, and it looks like it may collapse at any time. , the materials themselves are all ordinary products, Ling Duan really dare not take out Li Mo.

Lingduan drew up his spiritual energy and made a gesture of chopping Huashan Mountain. A sword light flashed from Li Mo's sword tip, and with a bang, the Buddha was divided into two halves. The fracture was smooth, as if it had been carefully polished by someone. same.

With one hand, Ling Duan blasted the soil and stones around the upper body of the Buddha with a small fireball, and made a deep pit on the spot. The upper body of the Buddha was still lying quietly in the pit without any damage.

"You're done!" Ling Duan waved his hand and put the upper body of the Buddha into the Qiankun ring, then fired a few small fireballs to blow up the remaining half of the Buddha's body, and then he did the magic trick to take Li Mo back to his dantian .

As soon as Li Mo entered his body, Ling Duan couldn't help but had a splitting headache, and the spiritual power in his body suddenly lost control. Clutching his head, he kept rolling and screaming on the muddy floor, but the pain still couldn't be relieved. There was a hidden formation around the periphery, and no one noticed the abnormality at the end of the mausoleum.

After a full hour of pain, most of Ling Duan's clothes were cut by stones, and the rest was soaked in cold sweat, and the pain was only slightly relieved.

"Master... respected, is... you coming...?" Ling Duan held his head, enduring the long-lost pain of tearing his soul, barely stood up and walked a few steps, and finally fell to the ground due to exhaustion.