I have nothing but luck

"Excuse me for my extra words." Xie Rongjiao lowered his head and straightened the tassels on Zhenjiang Mountain's sword tail. "It is very risky for me and Fairy Yu to enter the dungeon. If we are found out, it will probably affect everyone present. Have you ever thought about it?"

Xie Rongjiao is not a hesitant and dawdling person.

With only him alone, of course he can do so much for nothing, one person, one sword, one move forward.

But when he went to the dungeon, he was responsible for the lives of six people, even if he spared words like gold, he would not be bothered to say more.

The first person to speak was not Fang Linhe, who loves to be straightforward, nor Li Zhixuan, a lonely swordsman.

Shen Xi smiled gently: "There must be dangers, but wealth and wealth are sought in danger, and adversity produces talents. After all, the inner courtyard of the Buddhist sect has not reached the point where we are powerless. Although the elders of the Buddhist sect are fine, it is inevitable that we will not see them." It makes people worry. If we rely on the teacher for everything, how can we face the teacher."

What the scholars say is really orderly and reasonable, with both righteousness and human feelings.

If only he could speak as beautifully as Shen Xi one day, Li Zhixuan thought while intoxicated, nodding his head like a chicken pecking rice.

None of the remaining three had any extra words.

Their meaning is very clear, and all positions and attitudes have been expressed in the previous words, so there is no need to say more.

Shen Xi understands.

He laughed and said: "Young Master and Fairy Yu can do whatever they want, I'm here in the inner courtyard, you two can only worry about things in the dungeon, there's no need to worry about the rest."

Xie Rongjiao's admiration and respect for Shen Xi in his heart has simply reached a new level.

Fang Linhe and Li Zhixuan were not afraid of fighting at first, let alone being afraid of fighting, it was a relief that they didn't rush to pack themselves and send them to the enemy to find a fight.

Only Shen Xi is the one who is most afraid of fighting, who can speak but never fight.

For the sake of Buddhist sect affairs, such a person actually made an unprecedented exception and bit the bullet—

Really a gentleman.

Xie Rongjiao took the picture and said: "It's better to hit the sun than to choose the day. It's not too late. If Fairy Yu has no objection, why don't we go immediately?"

Yu Yingqiu nodded, making the tassels on her temples tremble slightly: "It's natural."

Shen Xi said resolutely: "Well, according to what the two demon cultivators said, the Mahayana demon cultivator has too much devilish energy, and even Mo Luo can't cover it completely. Therefore, in the inner courtyard of the Buddhist sect, there is only one Mahayana demon cultivator pretending to be an elder In addition to standing up to deal with affairs to avoid suspicion, the one with the highest cultivation is the false Muyin, who is also in charge of many Buddhist sect affairs."

"I went to hold Muyin and the Mahayana elder for the sake of the two, so that they would not find out that the situation was different.

Xie Rongjiao did not make unnecessary inquiries or questions, "Brother Shen, take care."

In fact, although he, Li Zhixuan, and Fang Linhe each had a relationship with each other for a while, the time was too short, and it was actually difficult for people to talk to each other.

In this way, Xie Rongjiao and the four of them are just friends who fought once and fought together.

So he trusted four people.

That's enough.

The family tradition of Fengling City has a long history, and the method of Fazong is superb. Xie Rongjiao and Yuying have never lost anyone in terms of talent and understanding. Scanning inch by inch, it is difficult to catch clues.

Yu Yingqiu looked at the house from far away and did not talk about Feng Shui gossip at all, as if it was a house that was randomly piled up during construction: "The house in the inner courtyard is dilapidated and old, how can I recognize which one is for the firewood? I can't even knock it. ah."

Xie Rongjiao agreed from the bottom of his heart: "That's right, it's quite similar."

Skip over the same yellowed walls of the house, only half of the eaves tiles are left, and even the half-yellow and half-yellow leaves are hanging on the branches, as if being picked up from the bed of a dream , The birds chirping as if they were perfunctorily completing the task were all listless one by one.

Even if one knew in advance that the Buddhist sect was a hidden Buddha, the spectacular scene in the inner courtyard still made people unable to accept the gap between the legend and the reality for a while.

Yu Yingqiu looked at the rich Buddhist kingdom outside the low walls of the inner courtyard that could not even guard against a mortal thief, and suddenly had a whim: "When I practiced the Buddhist sect, the outer courtyard was built too luxuriously. , leading to the inner courtyard hastily built by oneself without money?"

Xie Rongjiao: ""

How to put it this way, in people's minds, Fairy Yu, who doesn't eat fireworks in the world, unexpectedly has the same ideas as Jiang Jingxing, who sells himself for money and sells himself in the streets and alleys.

He couldn't say a word, and simply skipped the topic: "It's here."

Xie Rongjiao didn't recognize his face, but luckily he recognized his way, and there was no need to recognize his way in the inner courtyard where there were only more than 60 people living. It was not too much trouble to search one by one, and the two arrived soon In front of the firewood house.

Yu Yingqiu took a closer look, and found that the thatched house was a bit more dilapidated than the ones they passed by.

In addition, the firewood house at the end of the inner courtyard, compared with the high-rise palace outside the courtyard wall and the outer courtyard with red tiles and light yellow walls, seems to be as disharmonious as a latrine outside the Zichen Hall where the emperor lived in the Haojing Palace.

Xie Rongjiao pushed the door, he didn't know how to kill people invisible in the room, but he was choked by the smell of dust.

After Yu Yingqiu brushed away all the dust with a formula, a formation rose up on the ground as expected.

Xie Rongjiao didn't know the formation method, but Yu Yingqiu had researched it, and recognized it at a glance as a formation method combined with Buddhist methods. Presumably it was the beginning of the establishment of the Buddhist sect, and there was a place with secret treasures underground. Unexpectedly, Moluo Take a ready-made trap to trap themselves.

She couldn't help saying: "I used to say that the secret rooms and tunnels in the legends of the story are always hidden in the most inconspicuous and shabby places like the woodshed. .”

In other words, routines come from life.

Xie Rongjiao felt something was wrong after knowing it.

Yu Yingqiu seems to be very different from the goddess in the rumors, the beautiful and kind-hearted Fazong fairy who cares about the elderly and helps the poor, ZTE Genius.

A person like Fang Linhe who loves to use his sword instead of his mouth walked with her, but he still had a fight with her, not necessarily because of Fang Linhe's lack of calmness.

Xie Rongjiao didn't worry too much.

Afterwards, Jiang Jingxing could be praised as "Mountain Jingxing", what is impossible in the world?

As long as the fight is reliable.

He slowly pulled Zhenjiang Mountain out of his hands: "According to Moxiu, we will be sent to see the Mahayana guarding the dungeon after we activate the formation with the token."

Yu Yingqiu understood, and made a formula with both hands: "Surprise, kill with one blow."

Even though the two of them have combat power not inferior to half-step Mahayana.

There is an insurmountable hurdle between half-step Mahayana and Mahayana to the end.

If they want to win, or even take their opponent's life, they can only use the strongest killing move to greet them when the opponent has no time to react.

For example, Xie Rongjiao's Dongliu, Yu Yingqiu's lotus flower, Qianfa Yinyang fish.

Ambitious teenagers seem to be unaware that they are using the Hinayana to challenge the Mahayana, and using the swords in their hands to pry an insurmountable abyss, it can almost be said that they are eager to try to send their voices to Kyushu.

Li Zhixuan was gearing up, he was still a little excited at the thought of facing the Mahayana elders, and he couldn't speak well: "Brother Shen, how should we deal with fake Muyin and Mahayana demon cultivators later?"

He made a gesture: "Should we go up and chop directly, or talk about some strategy, outflank and surprise?"

The brightness of Fang Linhe's eyes probably means that he has some thoughts of his own and wants to express them, but he is reserved and eagerly waiting for someone to make eye contact to elicit the words of this young genius of Jianmen.

Shen Xi asked strangely: "Ah, why are you fighting?"

He was tolerant and patient, and explained to Li Zhixuan: "I used the reason that I heard that the Buddhist elders are superb in Buddhism, and asked him to introduce the Buddhist elders to me on the grounds of hearing that the Buddhist elders are superb. When the time comes, I will keep the two of them together in the name of discussing the Tao."

Li Zhixuan froze like a bird on a tree outside the house for a moment, without saying a word.

The light in Fang Linhe's eyes quickly went out, and he returned to indifference, pretending that nothing had happened, silently wiping his sword.

The fake Muyin who was approached by Shen Xi wanted to die.

He is just a demon cultivator, why should he suffer the sin of a Buddhist cultivator and experience the torture of discussing the Tao?

False Muyin was given a three-character comment by Mo Luo himself as "has the roots of wisdom". This unlucky three-character word hurt him so badly that he was directly sent to the Haojing Qunfang Conference to discuss the truth on behalf of Zhen Muyin.

During that time, fake Muyin stayed up all night crazily studying Buddhism until his head became bald.

It just so happened that he was wearing a bald head, so he didn't even have to shave his head, which saved trouble.

Shen Xi didn't seem to be able to see his difficulties, and still smiled like a spring breeze: "I hit it off with Senior Brother Wuyin, and we chatted at the Qunfang Meeting until late at night. For the sake of similarities in Taoism and Dharma, I want to come to Senior Brother Wuyin Don't bother me with this innocence."

What can I say about fake MUJI?

He had no choice but to pinch his nose and recognize that the spark-smelling discussion was a harmonious kindred spirit, and he said, "Senior Brother Shen, please come with me."

After all, dead elders don't die poor people.

In Donghai City, Xie Ronghua patted Jiang Changlan's shoulder heavily, and for the first time felt that this silly boy was cute and cute, with his nose and eyes: "I'm waiting for you, Xiao Jiang, and I will leave the work of Zhenxi Army to you .”

Xie Huan said it nicely, saying that the Southern Territory and the Northern Zhou Dynasty had nothing to do with each other, and he couldn't get involved, so he spent his days leisurely, as if he had traveled all the way here just to spend a vacation in Donghai City.

Jiang Jingxing didn't care about anything. After the fight, he sincerely expressed that he lacked energy and was unable to clean up the mess of the Zhenxi Army, as if he wasn't the one who walked dogs and played birds in the city alive and kicking.

What can Xie Ronghua do?

She could only suppress her anger and rectify the mess of the Zhenxi Army, and she didn't care about the Zhenxi Army and the Guiyuan Army. The western border and the eastern border were not the same thing. She was so busy that her anger disappeared, and she didn't have time to find Jiang Jingxing to fight .

It was the first time to see Xie Ronghua's enthusiastic smiling face instead of Jiang Changlan's cold brow. Jiang Changlan had mixed feelings.

He really wanted to say, Xie Shuai, that when you know what I'm here for, you'll draw your sword and beat me.

Xie Ronghua didn't give him time to say anything, and ran quickly: "Aci is in the Buddhist sect, I'm still worried about the weirdness of that place, I'm going to the Buddhist sect, Zhenxi army, work hard, maybe you can survive until you meet me Sit on an equal footing that day."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Jingxing and Xie Huan packed up and set off.

When Jiang Jingxing set off, Xie Ronghua raised his eyebrows because of Jiang Jingxing's various refusals and hundreds of excuses, "The surname is Jiang, I said you can be forgiven for not wanting to see me. If you don't want to see Ah Ci, are you still afraid that he will fight with you?"

Really scared.

Jiang Changlan held the roster of high-level middlemen of the Zhenxi Army Waitong Mozu in his hand, and the subordinates who were pacing around were dizzy while waiting for his order.

Jiang Changlan himself was dizzy.

Jiang Hou's complacent smile floated in front of his eyes, and the weight that Xie Ronghua delivered when he patted his shoulders was still on his shoulders.

The faces of the two kept interlacing in Jiang Changlan's face, and the words spit out from his lips became faster and heavier, and they exploded in his ears, making him dizzy because he was overwhelmed.

During his drowsiness, he saw many faces.

There are comrades-in-arms, and there are demon cultivators.

Many of them lived and many died.

The one who died died under the sword of the demon cultivator.

Few of them returned home without becoming famous while alive, and most of them were still suffering ups and downs on that battlefield, and would die under the sword of the demon cultivator later.

The less fortunate ones are able to return to their hometowns after the full year, start a family and start a business with the wives assigned by the government. The blood and fire experienced in the past.

Jiang Changlan slowly squatted down.

The young subordinate looked at the gaffe boss in surprise, worrying about the possibility of being silenced.

After a long, long time, when the censer beast could no longer spit out smoke from the mouth of the incense burner, and the birds on the tree got tired of calling, Jiang Changlan got up.

The subordinates feel that the eldest son of the Jiang family seems to be straighter than before.

Jiang Changlan tossed the name post casually, and said in a hoarse voice, "The person on the name post will be killed without mercy."