I preach with black technology

Ying Sanliang was pouring half a cup of tea to clear his mouth, when he heard that he sprayed it on the table with a "pop", coughing heart-piercingly.

The book seller squinted at Yingying, not at all consoling. Instead, he sat down on the vacant side of the table without treating himself as an outsider: "Looking at the way you two, I know that Lu Bupo is gone." ?”

Lu Yan shook the pottery teapot. Every table has one of these small teapots. When the lid is opened, there will be steaming hot tea. Lu Yan rubbed the heat preservation array at the bottom of the teapot and said, "Well, I heard something about it."

"Hi," the book seller patted his thigh lightly, and opened his clothes again, "Guess what good things I have here?"

Lu Yan was really curious: "What?"

The book seller secretly turned over the cover, and saw a few large characters written on it - "The Years I and Lu Bupo Have Known and Acquainted".

Lu Yan: "..."

Lu Yan's pupils trembled.

The book seller didn't see the disbelief in the little boy's eyes, and he talked freely: "30 years ago, I met Lu Bupo by chance in a small town. We just looked at each other, and we became friends. Years ago, I heard that he was discussing Taoism in Qionggu Peak, and it was well known in the world. When I met him again, he was the proud son of heaven, and I was an unknown low-level monk. Who would have thought that he recognized me at a glance? Come, after I came back, I felt it, and it took ninety-nine and 81 days to write this book, which is full of my personal experience!"

It's been a long time since Lu Yan felt the stimulation of such inspiration: "...Nine nine 81 days??"

The eyes of the book seller changed, and he approached Lu Yan with an expression of "Let's let the past go", and said, "These are all my true feelings for the past 30 years. If you really want to buy it, I can also give it up. In addition I still have Lu Bupo's autograph, although I am reluctant, but if you want, I will add some spirit stones to you!"

Tangtang Yuanying cultivator Ying wanted to take another sip of tea to calm the shock, his excellent hearing ability prevented him from missing a word, then he spit out another sip of tea, clutching his neck and blushing: "Cough cough cough cough cough cough! "

This time, the book seller finally cared about Ying Sanliang, who was wearing rough cloth, and patted people on the back rather perfunctorily: "Don't you have a cold? I also have medicine here, which is a little cheaper than Yigu's, and it is effective. Generally, people cannot be killed by eating it."

General effect and eating undead are two completely different concepts, okay?

Ying said in twos and twos without words: "You are quite honest."

Bookseller Humble: "The Breadwinner Breadwinner."

Lu Yan knocked on the table, hesitated to speak, and spoke slowly: "Do you know how old Lu Bupo is?"

The book seller thought for a while, and said firmly: "I remember that his birthday is the fifth day of May, and he is exactly 61 years old this year. A 61-year-old Jindan monk, his talent is so terrifying!"

Lu Yan, who was 61 suddenly, was expressionless: "Oh, let me tell you, he is 16 years old this year."

He hadn't appeared in this world 30 years ago!

The first reaction after selling the book was: "Then what I saw 30 years ago turned out to be his previous life? It turned out to be the reincarnation of Almighty, no wonder!"

This brain circuit is quite strange.

While chatting, Xiao Er came over nimbly holding a tray. When he saw the book seller, he quickly apologized to Lu Yan. After putting down the food and wine, he threw a kick at the book seller who wanted to sneak away. Forcibly took out the book from the book's arms: "It's fine to use the air conditioner in my house every day. How many times have I told you, you are not allowed to sell your broken books in secret, otherwise I will beat you once every time I see you! A fairy like Uncle Lu How could it be possible to know you, it is impossible to co-author a bully and come to Luoyan City to make up nonsense!"

The book seller was so cowardly: "Hey, hey, I didn't sell it... Don't tear it up, don't tear it up, I only have that one left!"

Xiao Er angrily tore the book in half: "Using other people's things and making up nonsense about them, I despise you!"

Lu Yan has brought a lot of things into the world in the past ten years, including the insulated teapots in this restaurant, the unique chandeliers above his head, and the air conditioners installed in the corners. It's just that there is a Taoist peck in Luoyan City. When Lu Yan was thinking about whether to repair the maintenance department to Luoyan City, he wrote a letter saying that there is no need for the maintenance department to settle down.

The book seller was scrambling, and when he was about to leave, Lu Yan stopped him.

Lu Yan pulled out a porcelain vase, threw it to the book seller, and said, "If you want to earn spirit stones, don't seek crooked ways, and I'll give you another piece of advice by the way."

The book seller hurriedly caught the porcelain vase, not knowing why: "Huh?"

Lu Yan tapped the plate with his chopsticks, his expression unpredictable: "My surname is Lu."

The book seller walked out of the restaurant, and his cowardly temperament gradually disappeared. He walked to a small alley and opened a narrow door. There were intermittent faint breathing sounds from the door.The book seller carefully pulled out the cork from the porcelain bottle tightly held in his hands, and the unique aura of the Resurrection Pill emanated instantly.

"The surname is Lu... the shot is the Resurrection Pill, the surname is Lu, the surname is Lu, plus the age... Could it be!"

The book seller staggered, bumped into something, and made a sound of "桄果". He thought of the young man in white clothes in the restaurant, his breath was restrained but not scattered, and there was an air of nobility from the inside out, so he couldn't help guessing. Said: "Could it be that he is Lu Bupo of the Divine Creation Sect?!"

The person inside the door heard the voice and asked in a low voice, "Is it Daddy?"

The book seller calmed down his heartbeat, and quickly walked into the back room. There was a small child lying on the bed, but he looked like three or four years old. His face was pale, and his body exuded black air. The bed net had already been corroded. Two small horns protruded abruptly from the top, not human-like.

"Hey, it's me," the book seller walked up to the child as if he couldn't feel the blackness, and took out the Resurrection Pill, his eyes were slightly red, "Daddy met a good man today, this is the medicine given by the good man. Our Ah Liang is saved!"

Ah Liang opened his eyes with difficulty, revealing a pair of red pupils: "Who is the good guy?"

The book seller hugged the little boy in his arms, thinking a lot, and let out a breath as if he had made up his mind: "His name is Lu Bupo, he is a very good human cultivator, he is very young, just like Ah Liang, he is a Little genius."

"Then Daddy wants to thank Brother Bupo," A Liang's tone was weak, but Tong Yan Tongyu was very serious, "When A Liang is well, can you go and play with Brother Bupo and Sister Aluo?"

"If..." The book seller lowered his head and looked at A Liang. His eyes were complicated, and he didn't dare to look at the child's clear red eyes full of anticipation. After a long time, he finally said in relief, "If A Liang wants to ,sure."

"Okay, thank you daddy!"

**

Ying Sanliang and Lu Yan walked out of the restaurant after eating and drinking.

Lu Yan's eyes moved across the busy street calmly, and he raised his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Interestingly, the strange feeling of being spied on when he first entered Luoyan City suddenly disappeared.

Ying Sanliang is not as sensitive as Lu Yan, he didn't notice anything, he smacked the smell of alcohol left in his mouth aftertaste, he was good at wine, but he only drank three taels a day, not a drop or a drop, he suffocated a meal Time, still not holding back, asked: "The book seller arranges you like this, if you don't get angry and don't say anything, why do you give back the medicine?"

"He has the aura of the soul-returning grass on him," Lu Yan explained lightly, "The soul-returning pill is the only medicine that can be consumed regardless of any race. The prescription is simple, but the effect of the soul-returning herb is overbearing. Dispensing medicine and specific techniques are beyond the reach of ordinary people. Even the low-grade soul-returning pills on the market require a hundred high-grade spirit stones to start. And if you have to use the soul-returning pill, it means that someone is really terminally ill and is about to lose his soul. I want to try my luck with the soul returning pill."

Ying Sanliang wanted to understand the key points, and sighed: "The great monk of Jinshan Temple is not as kind as you."

Lu Yan snorted lightly and said leisurely, "Oh, who knows what will happen next..."

**

The entrance of Luoyan City is in the north, and Taoist Yipeking lives in the southernmost part.

The farther south you go, the fewer pedestrians there are. When you reach Taoist Guanglin Zhai, the surrounding area can be regarded as barren.

From a distance, Lu Yan saw the unusual shop in the south.

There are tall poles erected on both sides of the door. Red, white and black coarse cloth hangs down from the top of the pole. When the wind blows, it entangles and flutters. It doesn't look like a puppet shop, but a coffin shop.

If you see this spectacle at night, there will be a strange atmosphere.

On the second floor of Guanglin Zhai, Taoist Yipeng half-lyed on the rocking chair and slowly opened his eyes.

There are five senior brothers in the previous generation of the Divine Creation Sect. They almost fell under the calamity thunder. Yichen and Yiwen, guarding the Divine Creation Sect, are the fourth and youngest respectively.

Daoist Yipeng was wearing a broad avenue robe, and his figure was very thin, his cheeks were almost sunken. His thin eyes were slightly narrowed, and the color of his pupils could hardly be seen clearly. On the top of his head, a square box blew out cold air, which fell on his hair .

In Guanglin Zhai, apart from Taoist Yipeck who can breathe, there are no living people, only puppets who are well dressed and look like real people.

It's just that the puppets are all women's figures, the clothes, height, hair bun, and even the angle of the hairpins are all the same, but the face is empty, without facial features such as eyes and noses, and the horror effect is first-rate.

As soon as the Taoist's fingers moved slightly, he stood up suddenly as if he felt something, and the puppets, big and small, all took a step towards the door in Guanglin Zhai!

No one can see except the Taoist Peck, the silk thread wrapped between the fingers to control the puppet, in the cloudy eyes of the Taoist Peck, is like a taut bowstring, no matter how much the Taoist Peck controls it, one after another The roots snapped!

**

Lu Yan and Ying San came to the gate of Guanglin Zhai.

The plaque on Guanglinzhai looked very worn out, and the three characters were not clear. Lu Yan raised his hand and was about to knock on the door.

Without dropping the finger, the wooden door of Guanglin Zhai opened suddenly, and a faceless puppet stretched out its sharp claws, grabbing towards Lu Yan's heart!

Ying Sanliang was startled suddenly, and reacted quickly. The silver light of the Wenchen sword that had been cut through a hole flashed, and blocked the puppet's blow. The ice crystals spread through the sword body to the puppet's whole body. The puppet instantly fell apart and fell to the ground with a crackling sound.

The next moment, dozens of faceless puppets crowded each other and got out of the gate of Guanglin Zhai. They didn't feel pain, they stepped on, or tore, or fought, and their neatly combed buns were scattered, as if they had seen it before. After watching the zombie movies, he rushed in Lu Yan's direction regardless.

A true horror movie scene.

Lu Yan took two steps back, the golden lines in his eyes that were invisible to outsiders were constantly changing, and the formations on the puppet flashed alternately in his eyes, breaking down one formation after another at an extremely abnormal speed.

With three or two horizontal swords blocking the front, the coercion belonging to the Nascent Soul cultivator continued to rise, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, and there were even traces of frost under his feet.

Lu Yan stretched out his hand to call out the pen, pressed Ying Sanliang's shoulder, and said, "I'll do it!"

The level of the faceless puppet is not high, and it can only use its own sharp claws as weapons.

Ying Sanliang let go of his doubts and doubts, and asked, "Ancestor, can you do it alone?"

Lu Yan stepped on a certain pace, his speed was so fast that it could only leave afterimages, but he looked leisurely and unhurried, he turned the brush in his hand, and the Tianzhu side was facing upwards, after ten years of practice Lu Yan is more handy when using the transformed natal spiritual weapon.

Lu Yan's aura was shining, and Lu Yan either touched the puppet's temple, or touched the center of his eyebrows, or tapped lightly on his shoulder. It didn't look like he was using too much force, but the puppets seemed to lose their aura support, and they fell down one after another. Down.

Lu Yan's last touch was on the joints of the puppet's neck, and the faceless puppet fell face down at Lu Yan's feet with a "bang".

Ying walked over to the place where there were no puppets, and was amazed: "I want to learn this!"

Lu Yan put away his pen, and smiled lightly: "Okay, I will give you a detailed explanation of elementary formations another day."

"Da da da……"

Footsteps came from the wooden stairs of Guanglin Zhai.

Lu Yan raised his eyes, and saw a tall, thin middle-aged man with his hands behind his back, facing his gaze.

The puppets downstairs who looked exactly the same fell to the ground, and the pecking Taoist upstairs was silent.

Lu Yan and Taoist Yipeng have corresponded with the puppet many times, but this is the first time they have actually met each other.

The air was silent for two breaths, Lu Yan broke through first, and said politely: "I have seen a pecking uncle, but I don't know what it means to peck my uncle?"

Daoist Yipeng clenched his fists and managed to stop his trembling hands. Those hands were full of tiny wounds drawn by puppet strings, and only a little scar remained under the powerful self-healing ability of the monks in the transformation stage.Taoist Yipeking said calmly, "A little test."

Lu Yan's face remained unchanged, as if he accepted the explanation, he said with a smile: "Is that pecking on Master Uncle satisfied?"

"Hmph, barely enough," Taoist Yipeng turned around, folded his hands on his chest without any trace, and said, "Follow up."

When turning around, Lu Yan and Taoist Yipeng gritted their teeth at the same time.

"Old Fox."

"Little Fox!"