Xi Ping's body was immediately covered with a layer of aura, and all the exposed skin shimmered, and the aura filled up the creases and gullies on his old face. Looking from a distance, he looked like an old man eunuch.
The thin-skinned and fleshy Tai Sui was radiant, and his own shadow was instantly wiped away, and a spirit energy that had not settled down in the shadow was forced out, and flew past him.
No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still meat. Xi Ping usually keeps it in his hand and keeps it for himself before the aura dissipates.
"There is a rare treasure on the black market in Yehu Township, called the 'Hansha Beetle'. It is said that it can be found in the shadow of a person and can infect a person's spirit platform without taking away their body." Xi Pingna His faded beard curled up, and he said with a half-hearted smile, "The highest rate is three taels of Bai Ling, so I'm cheap today."
A half-step ascending spirit evil spirit, who avoided the inspection of Sanyue Chanyu beside Qiu Sha's body, was by no means a simple person.
Yu Chang was just doing a little probing, and he didn't expect to succeed. After being seen through the trick, he still smiled without changing his face: "Hansha is just a crude 'spirit-dividing talisman', compared to the 'bone-dividing talisman' (Note: see) It's still low-level, and you can only use the supernatural power of the talisman painter once. What you can do depends on the talisman's own cultivation. How can you "infect the Lingtai"? I can't even do it myself I see, not to mention those who need to use supernatural powers to open up and build foundations? These are all made up by villains who speculate at high prices, how can Tai Sui believe this?"
"Maybe it's a bit difficult for Your Excellency to dig a Snake King Immortal Palace on someone else's altar, but it's too easy to influence people's mind invisible." Xi Ping sneered as he rolled the protective aura around his body thicker and thicker, rolling it into a ball. A steam lamp in the shape of a human being... until he dazzled his own eyes.
"Those two-and-a-half white spirits with sand creatures can be used by half-immortals to change other people's likes and dislikes without anyone noticing; the establishment of foundations is even more amazing, as long as the guidance is in place, no matter how absurd ideas can take root; what's more. Not to mention your true self, presumably a miser can lose his family and property for you, and a chaste and martyr can also give up his heart to you, right?"
"Then you don't have to worry about Tai Sui. As far as I know, your deficit is more than your property. As for the 'dead heart'..." Yu Chang looked at his jeweled body, and couldn't help blinking several times to keep looking straight , said politely, "Of course it's even more unnecessary."
Xi Ping: "..."
What is the meaning of this little boy, but when he came in, he didn't even mention his tricks, how dare he mock him for being poor and ugly? !
Yu Chang said kindly, "I came here this time because I sincerely want to cooperate with Tai Sui."
"Don't talk about it." Xi Ping replied coldly, "I don't know how to get rid of the spirit print. If you plant a hundred thoughts on my consciousness, I won't or won't. Whether you will help me or not, it's up to you It's not like a good thing."
As he spoke, he took out a bowl of tea out of nowhere, picked it up and lifted the lid of the teacup, and a chilling aura with sword intent hit Yu Chang in the chest.
Yu Chang didn't dare to be his sharp edge for a moment, and in an instant he had already retreated outside the door, a long thorn appeared from his palm and lay across his chest, "choking" as if hitting a sword. Yu Chang's hands were numb, and he couldn't help being shocked: the other party seemed to be overwhelming him!
Fortunately, Tai Sui, as the person behind the "Snake King", has no intention of demolishing his lair, serving tea only to see off guests, and the aura dissipates at the touch of a touch.
Yu Chang staggered a bit before standing still, suppressed his smile, and said sternly: "Since Tai Sui can see my cultivation, I think he can understand my difficulties. If I have no choice, I really shouldn't be this uninvited guest."
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to wipe his face, and wiped off a bit of camouflage on his face, revealing a pair of eyes that looked like they were suffering from pink eye disease. While speaking, his facial features twitched involuntarily. His mouth kept turning up, as if he couldn't hold back his laughter, but his eyes were fierce and menacing, and his eyes were separated, and he refused to turn in one direction.
Huarong Yuemao couldn't bear this kind of expression, that originally very handsome face looked weird and weird, and Xi Ping got goosebumps all over his body.
However, Yu Chang spoke slowly: "Tai Sui should be able to see that I am now only a thin line away from being insane. This face must be covered before I dare to go out to meet people-my only turning point is to put my spirit on the screen. The face is removed. The posture of people grasping at straws is always not very good-looking, there is a faux pas, hope Haihan."
He looks like he is about to break down. Anyone with a little experience in the world knows that a trapped beast cannot be caught, and a poor man should not chase him, so as not to drive the opponent to a dead end and hurt others or himself.
Xi Ping hesitated for a moment, and his tone slowed down a bit: "Just tell me."
Yu Chang cupped his hands gratefully at him: "What Xing Jun placed on the altar of the Zhao family was not a living person, but a paper dummy, I wonder if I'm right?"
The paper figurine belonged to Bering, and Bering's cultivation level was not as high as this lunatic's, so it was normal for others to see. Xi Ping smiled, neither admitting nor denying it.
Yu Chang's uncontrollable facial features gradually showed crazy desire, like a beast that hasn't eaten blood for a thousand years. But the more fanatical his expression became, the lower his voice became.
This terrifying willpower is frightening to see.
"That paper figurine actually has divine consciousness. I don't know how your Excellency managed to fool Wen Yincai—if it wasn't for the spiritual consciousness in that paper figurine not being infested by the monsters, I would almost have been mistaken. I thought you used a secret method to capture Miss Zhao's own spiritual consciousness." Yu Chang said, "I want to ask Tai Sui to use me as a model to make a paper figurine like that."
Xi Ping asked curiously: "Can a paper doll completely get rid of the spirit face? Even if the face can be wiped off by a similar spirit... Even if the paper doll has exactly the same spiritual consciousness as your own, it can get rid of your spirit. Wipe your face clean?"
Yu Chang was silent for a moment, and then summoned the long thorn he had blocked in front of him just now—look carefully, the long thorn is exactly the same as the "printing thorn" that tattoos people's faces, but there are not as many inscriptions on the tattoo.
"This is my natal magic weapon, named, called 'Zhu Xin'," Yu Chang jumped up with a fierce look from the corner of his eyes, as if he was enduring great pain, which made him speechless. It was too coherent, he smashed a spirit stone into the palm of his hand, and then he took a breath, "Hiss... To tell you the truth, most of the tattoos in Yujiawan are from me."
Xi Ping listened intently, while holding a near-complete charm in his hand-doing tattoos and tattoos is obviously against Yu Taste's Taoist heart, even if he mentions a word, his Taoist heart will be shaken once, Xi Ping is afraid that he will explode if he doesn't finish a sentence up.
"The technique of tattooing and tattooing is called 'Zhaji'. If Tai Sui wants it, I can teach it to you... Heh, as long as you are not afraid of damaging your Dao heart if you do too many immoral things." Yu Chang said, his teeth chattering slightly, " You can understand each tattoo as a special 'bridge', which is specially made according to a spirit, and that 'bridge' can only lead to a specific spirit. At noon, the tattoo on the The inscription connects the light of the sky, and the scorching sun crosses the 'bridge' to fall on the spiritual consciousness of the Human Spirit Platform and form a face. I only need to create another tattoo, modify the above inscription, and turn it into the reverse direction. At noon, the The tattoo pierces through both me and the paper doll at the same time—in this way, I am equal to the scorching sun at noon, and the paper doll becomes a face-to-face object, which should be able to draw away the 'fire' that was branded on my spirit... I didn't Tried, but it won't do you or me any harm to try, will it?"
Xi Ping was so hung up that his face collapsed, he slapped his thigh in his heart, and thought to himself: "You can still play like this!"
With a shining and mature attitude, he nodded unmoved: "The idea is interesting, but 'making an identical fake consciousness' sounds a bit outrageous."
Yu Chang said in a deep voice, "Yujiawan is yours now."
His voice was low, and the words almost echoed, Xi Ping raised his eyes suddenly.
Yu Chang stared at his subtle expression, and said: "I have been wandering between the Dao heart and the face for many years, and the Dao heart is seriously damaged. After washing off the face, I will go to retreat to recuperate, and I will not appear again for at least a hundred years. In the human world. How many offerings did Yujiawan support, the inscriptions of the main house, the drawings of the magic circle, the depth of the inner treasury... even my identity, can be given to Tai Sui, just like you secretly swapped Zhao Dandan. Not to mention a mere hundred thousand taels of Bai Ling , the inexhaustible spiritual herbs and the rows of moon-plating factories will be prepared by you."
Xi Ping's throat moved involuntarily, one hundred thousand taels of Bailing, his name was "Mere District".
Yu Chang's words were like a demon knocking on the door, every word knocked on his heart: "Yujiawan is close to Tao County, and the two places can just complement each other. One has a solid family background and the other is well-connected. Both belong to you. Tai Sui's means , you may be able to compete with Sanyue Lingshan in the future, I also want to see how far you can go."
Spirit grass is the foundation of elixir, moon-plated gold is the lifeblood of the country, plus Tao County, which is shrouded in law-breaking... He wants to overthrow Lingshan. Can't get it.
Just paste a paper doll, just let this Yu taste into the...
At this moment, Xi Ping felt a stabbing pain in his ears, which made him come back to his senses in a jerk, and his thoughts were interrupted—he had copied a few "protective" inscriptions on Zhao Xiedan's consciousness in advance, and hid them in the In his eyes and ears, the inscription in his ears was suddenly touched, and he realized that the thick aura shell on his body had leaked at some point!
It's not necessary to "innuendo" here, as long as he speaks, he can use tricks without anyone noticing.
Xi Ping stretched out his hand and flicked out of nowhere, like an invisible qin tip chirping in mid-air, playing back the sound of Yu Tae's hidden aura, at the same time his fingertips aura turned into needles, and picked out a cloud of gray smoke from his ears . The cloud of smoke was about to run away when it saw the light, but Xi Ping grabbed it into his palm and dispersed it.
The spiritual energy circulating in Xi Ping's body suddenly increased by three points, and Yu Chang made a seal with his hands as expected, and the dazzling spells exploded, and the music of the piano that was covered by a net like a net was thrown away.
Yu Chang laughed loudly: "There are quite a few people who can withstand intimidation, but few who can withstand temptation, good, fellow Taoist, good concentration!"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and smoothed out the distorted and terrifying facial features. Suddenly, the moon cleared and the wind cleared up. His voice fell away, and he landed on the roof of a main hall in the Snake King Immortal Palace a few feet away. Ignoring the bitter aura, Yu Chang glanced in the direction of the northeast—Yujiawan, and said in a low voice: "Since that's the case, I'll leave Yujiawan to you with confidence."
With a sound of "buzz", the sound of the Tai Sui Qin stopped abruptly, and the almost sharp sound of the piano dissipated a foot away from the man in white. The spiritual energy blew away his broken hair, and old and tired eyes appeared on the young face. He was holding a yellowed scroll called "Zhashu" in his hand.
As soon as Yu Chang let go, the book flew to Xi Ping.
"I'll see you off." Yu Chang said, "You can find someone to try the method I told you about going to Mimian. If Ling speaks, it can be regarded as the last thing I will do for my brothers."
Xi Ping glanced at the book, fearing that he might do something wrong, so he didn't take it rashly.
Yu Chang ignored it, and said to himself: "The facial masking technique has been circulated among the dignitaries of Western Chu for thousands of years, and it is hard to get back. The fact that the facial mask can be washed must not be spread, otherwise it will bring you trouble. I have a group of young people. Brothers, they are all face-to-face when they were forced to be helpless and desperate in the early years. These humane hearts are all hard-earned by themselves. They should have gone further on the road of cultivation. The thieves are more likely to go crazy. I will let them swear that they will not leak the secret. If the technique of cleansing the face is successful, you help them—not in vain. All the 'offerings' who are like the pillars of everyone can be your help."
Xi Ping raised his eyebrows, with his wretched Tai Sui face, he looked like a big firefly in the night.
Yu Chang sighed: "Your Excellency, save some spirit stones and turn off the lights for a while, I will soon let you shake out the 'Qingfeng Cataract' (Note 2)."
With the Tai Sui strings in his hand, Xi Ping said with a sneer, "What kind of cake will you draw me this time?"
"It's gone," Yu Chang waved his hand, "Believe it or not, I don't want to help you down. Anyway, I gave you the skills, and you can do whatever you like. This thing is not difficult to get. If you can find it from other places, if you want to use it to commit crimes, it cannot be blamed on me."
Xi Ping loosened his fingers slightly, feeling that the old boy's words were like last words.
"I have worked hard to maintain my Dao heart for many years. I have run out of oil and lamps. Even if the face can be washed, it is too late. I can only say that it is unfortunate that I did not meet you sooner... It is a pity that I will not see the vulgar disappear in smoke in my lifetime."
"Wait," Xi Ping couldn't help calling him, "Why did you get the noodles?"
Yu Chang was about to leave, but he paused when he heard the words, trying to recall for a moment: "Hundreds of years, quite a long story."
Xi Ping didn't make a sound, just hung in mid-air, hugged the Tai Sui Qin, which had turned into a cloud of white mist, on his lap, and plucked a few notes, as if to urge him to continue talking.
"At that time, Yujiawan was still called Baoqiongwan, and it was divided and ruled by several noble families... But that has nothing to do with me. I came from a humble background, and my parents were ordinary people who kept their own place. Unfortunately, my mother had a bit of beauty when she was young. When I was six years old, there was a catastrophe in my family."
When Xi Ping heard this, he was a little disappointed at the beginning: "Why, there are dudes who rob people's daughters by force?"
"That's the script," Yu Chang smiled, "Who's a rich man who would look at a village woman? It's not a rich man, that person is a groom."
Xi Ping was stunned.
The white-clothed man said plainly: "The groom was eating wine at the host's leisure, and when he was drunk, he met my mother delivering food to my father, and his mouth was not clean. My father heard it and moved his hands. He is a man. I was crippled, I couldn’t talk about my relatives, and I had to be called and drank by others every day. I couldn’t think about it when I went back, so I inquired about my residence and brought kerosene to set the fire in the middle of the night. There was a drought that year, and the wind was not good, so the fire Half the village was burned, and the groom himself died."
When Yu Chang said this, he smiled and said: "Almighty people with a heart of Tao never intentionally harm the common people. Those who are insatiable are half-immortals. Half-immortals seldom make things difficult for ordinary people, unless it is profitable-just like children. , No one deliberately chased and stepped on ants. The dignitaries are all rushing to the fairy mountains, how can they have time to toss cattle and horses? Those who kill lives are all dogs from neighboring villages... My family is the dog that was slaughtered."
"When I was dying, Guanshi Yu happened to pass by with two half-immortal priests, and he ordered those two seniors to help put out the fire and save people, so I was spared. I was burnt to the point where there was no good skin on my body, and all my lungs were destroyed. He saw that I was unwilling to die like this, so he ordered someone to give me half an elixir. But even if the elixir can save my life, I will be a disabled person covered in scars in the future. I know that is my only way to survive. Hold him. He gave me a psychic mask, made me recognize him as my godfather, changed my surname to Yu, gave me a small bag of spirit stones, and helped me enter the Taoist sect."
Xi Ping was dumb for a moment, and couldn't help showing some respect: "How old were you when you said just now? When did you open your spiritual aperture?"
"Six years old, it will take more than half a year to open my spiritual aperture." Yu Chang said, "There are too many people who want to join Steward Yu's sect, and ordinary people who have not opened their awareness are only given half a year. Because I am young, I have a few months more than others. It’s already extra care. Our life and death are at the master’s whim, and we have to earn any resources ourselves, no one dares to slack off.”
Xi Ping: "..."
People must die more than others—he must die, and the legendary grandson of Emperor Bing who has been in the inner school for eight years and has not moved an inch should go to the 18th floor of Hell.
"Yu... Fellow Daoist, I've only seen such a genius in the sky," Xi Ping couldn't help but said, "If it wasn't for your spiritual appearance, you would have been promoted to spirit... no, I think you can shed a cicada."
"If I didn't have that spiritual face, I would have reincarnated dozens of times." Yu Chang smiled freely, "The face is vulgar, but I am still grateful to Manager Yu. If it is not the end of the road, selfishly, I don't want to betray the Lord. Home... Even what they have done in Yujiawan these years..."
When he said this, he shook his head and stopped. That reluctance to speak ill behind his back reminded Xi Ping of his master for no reason, but he saw the other party's white shadow flashed, and he cupped his hands at him, and he was gone.
Xi Ping felt a little lost for a moment, the Tai Sui Qin played a sound, and he reached out to catch the yellowed ancient scroll.
However, the moment he touched the book, a sudden change occurred.