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

Ling Duan tilted his head and smiled at Yin Xinyue, revealing two small dimples. When Yin Xinyue was puzzled, Ling Duan threw out the mahogany sword in his hand and went straight to Yin Xinyue's vitals. Tianyong City's light body technique suddenly rushed in front of Yin Xinyue, raised his hand and pointed at Yin Xinyue's Baihui acupoint, sealing the spiritual power in Yin Xinyue's body.

"Little girl, you weren't born yet when my master got rid of demons!"

Ling Duan took out a piece of talisman paper covered with mysterious runes and punched it into Yin Xinyue's body, imprisoning her demon spirit, and then slowly picked up the mahogany sword that fell on the ground.

"Smelly Taoist priest, kill me if you have the ability!" Yin Xinyue waved her hands again and again, but she couldn't use any spells, and the erect tail behind her slowly dissipated.

"If I kill you here, the elders in your family will know the news. I will not do this kind of stupid thing that hits the young and then the old. When I get to Changsha, I will obediently let Zhang Qishan take care of me." The soldiers below will send you back to Beiping, you keep Zhang Qishan a secret, I will not make it difficult for you, from now on we will not violate the river."

Lingduan received the damaged formation flag, but fortunately, a formation was deployed to protect the carriage in advance, otherwise the movement of their fighting would have blown up the carriage.

"As long as you give me a chance to return to Beiping, I will break your restriction and immediately tell the elders about Zhang Qishan. If you have the ability, you will always put me by your side and watch over me!"

Since Yin Xinyue was born with spiritual knowledge, she has been one of the best geniuses in the clan. She has never encountered such setbacks in her practice for a hundred years. She suddenly suffered a big loss here at Lingduan. Now even without Zhang Qishan, she will fight Lingduan to the end. It is impossible to bring down this stinky Taoist priest.

"Do you really think that I dare not kill you?" Ling Duan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and Li Mo's dantian trembled endlessly, and his brilliance floated in front of Ling Duan in a flash. Unable to restrain the bloodthirsty instinct, there were still a few steps away, and Li Mo didn't really attack, but Yin Xinyue felt a sharp pain in her dantian.

"Well, where is this?" Peng Sanbian, who had been lying on the ground without knowing his life or death, seemed to be stimulated and woke up by himself.

Ling Duan glanced at the bewildered Peng Sanbian, pinched a trick to withdraw the sword and forcibly retracted Li Mo into his body, and disappeared into the carriage in a flash.

"Old Ba, Lao Ba..." Zhang Qishan saw that Ling Duan had been out for a long time and hadn't come back. There was a jumble of fish and dragons in the car. He was a little worried about his safety, so he had to go out from car to car to find the last car. Seeing that Peng Sanbian was pressing Yin Xinyue under him, ready to mistreat her, Yin Xinyue's clothes were torn and fell to the ground in a state of embarrassment.

Zhang Qishan immediately rescued Yin Xinyue, Peng Sanbian realized that today's incident was very strange, while Zhang Qishan was dragged by Yin Xinyue, he simply jumped off the train and fled to his hometown.

"Are you okay? Did you see the old eighth?" Seeing that Yin Xinyue was not fully clothed, Zhang Qishan could only take off his coat and put it on for Yin Xinyue temporarily.

"Why didn't you kill Peng Sanbian?" Yin Xinyue was almost bullied by Peng Sanbian, a reckless man, after Lingduan sealed her spiritual power. This time, she hated Lingduan and Peng Sanbian in her heart.

"I stole his invitation, ruined his good deeds, and owed him a favor. Let him go this time and it will be even." Zhang Qishan didn't see Lingduan for a long time, and he was a little anxious, and it was hard to leave Yin Xinyue alone. Outside, he could only offer to send her back to the box first.

Zhang Qishan opened the door of the box and saw Ling Duan was eating happily with a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, he unconsciously smiled.

"Old Ba, you still have private money to buy sweet-scented osmanthus cakes?"

"No, the last bit was confiscated by you. Just now when I came back from the bathroom, I made a fortune."

Ling Duan pursed his lips and brought the sweet-scented osmanthus cake in front of Zhang Qishan, "Buddha, are you hungry? Eat some, it's very sweet."

"Eat it yourself, I've been looking for you for a long time just now, why didn't I see your shadow?"

"I don't know, maybe I just missed it." Ling Duan thought, I came back from the roof of the car, if you look for it in the car, it would be strange to meet you.

"Hmph!" Yin Xinyue's spiritual power was sealed, no matter how angry she was in her heart, she didn't dare to mock Lingduan unscrupulously, so she could only snort to express her disdain.

The girl reluctantly pulled Yin Xinyue to sit down, and whispered a few words of comfort to her.

Lingduan felt a little sleepy after eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, so he fell asleep against Zhang Qishan. When the train arrived in Changsha, the conductor knocked on the door to remind them that a group of five people straightened their instruments and prepared to get off the train.

The adjutant brought a lot of soldiers to pick him up, and the housekeeper of the Red Mansion and Xiao Man were standing beside him. As soon as Xiao Man saw Ling Duan, he waved desperately for fear that Ling Duan would not see him.

"Grandpa, lord, I'm here."

Ling Duan broke free from Zhang Qishan's hand, walked over and patted Xiao Man on the head, "Have you grown?"

"Master is really good at joking, you've only been away for a few days, how can you tell if I'm tall or not." Xiaoman pierced the mausoleum with a straight face.

"This child..."

Ling Duan withdrew his hand resentfully, saying that he wanted to behave like an elder, which was different from the script in his mind.

"Buddha, I'll go back to the mansion first and change my clothes to freshen up."

In front of so many people, Zhang Qishan didn't shy away from it at all, he just pulled Ling Duan's arm in such an open manner, Ling Duan struggled for several times, but Zhang Qishan didn't let go.

"Master, I sent all your change of clothes to Zhang's mansion. I was afraid that you would be exhausted and have to make a fuss. Now you can go directly to Buddha's place to change." Ling Duan silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood on my expression, and seeing the adjutant's smug smile, he suddenly understood the purpose of him bringing Xiao Man here, co-authoring is to use Xiao Man to chill him, right?

Zhang Qishan nodded to the adjutant and Xiaoman, with a look of appreciation, "Let's go, old man."