High in the sky, under the cover of night, the giant golden eagle headed straight towards Ci'an County, Donghe County.
The fugitive Cao Chenghua was captured, and the only two remaining on the task list were Wu Chengde and Ding Hai, two demon cultivators who had fled to Ningzhou and were also in the innate realm.
According to common sense, these two people are on the wanted list and should be arrested by the Huangji Sect. The Xuanyin Sect's pursuit and interception is like meddling in other people's business.
But then again, if mice get into the granary, the cat will squat on the roof with its hands in its pockets to bask in the sun. In the summer, it will become a pancake, and in the winter, it will become a lump. If it is in a good mood, it will bark a few times, and if it is in a bad mood, it will pretend nothing happened. If the dog follows it and does nothing, the only unlucky one will be the owner.
So the dog catching the mouse may be just for fun, but it is not necessarily a bad thing, and it should be encouraged.
Besides, it’s the end of the year now, so it’s time to make an effort to improve performance.
"The Xuanyin Division is making efforts at the end of the year, but the Huangji Sect is collectively playing slack. Is it because they don't have to worry about performance this year, or are they trying to make a big bet, and are only thinking about how to fight the Iron Sword Alliance?"
The giant eagle landed in Ci'an County and transformed into Lu Bei himself. He moved stealthily towards the target location, muttering a few words from time to time.
The failure of the Wutongmen fishing enforcement operation is still aggrieved.
"The plan is perfect, but the timing is wrong. The monks in Ningzhou are too cowardly. If we switch to Yuezhou where the people are tough, it will definitely work."
Lu Bei kept on talking, blaming Hao Mingzhi for being too mature. At the same time, he started to suspect that he had touched the rod too many times recently and had been infected with the air force attribute by the fishermen, so his fishing enforcement failed and he didn't catch any fish.
…
At the end of the alley, there is a small courtyard.
An oil lamp was lit, the dim light illuminated two flickering faces beside the table.
Wu Chengde.
Ding Hai.
A plate of peanuts, three large wine bowls, two people raised their glasses and drank from each other. The topic was intermittent, as if they were worried about something.
"We agreed to meet at midnight. Now it's almost midnight and the cocks are about to crow."
Wu Chengde looked at the empty bowl beside him and frowned, "What do you think Uncle Master meant? He told us to rush to Ci'an County as soon as possible, saying that something great would happen one day. Now that we're here, he's silent."
"Maybe something delayed him. You know my uncle-master. He was distracted during his practice and his brain sometimes wasn't working well. It wouldn't be strange if he was late for a day, let alone an hour." Ding Hai said indifferently.
"You are the only one who believes that he is practicing martial arts incorrectly. To me, he is just pretending to be crazy and stupid."
Wu Chengde sneered: "If you are really stupid, why would you think about taking advantage of others all day long instead of putting the treasure in my arms?"
"Because Master Uncle is just stupid, not crazy."
Ding Hai held up the bowl to persuade him to drink, and continued: "Brother, you too, after all, he is our uncle. Our master passed away early, and he is not very smart, so why do you have to be so mean to him all day long? Learn from me, treat him like an ignorant child, and you will stop being angry immediately."
"Then I would have beaten him to death long ago."
Wu Chengde snorted unhappily, "You and I have been entrenched in Donghe County for too long. In order to prevent any trouble, if Master Uncle doesn't show up at Chou Hour, we should immediately move to another place."
"Brother, don't panic. This is Ningzhou. Even those at the Baodan level can found a sect. With our Xiantian cultivation, we can come and go as we please."
"Brother, don't have such thoughts. It's better to be cautious in everything."
Having said that, Wu Chengde put down his wine bowl and looked suddenly at the courtyard wall outside the window. His eyes were as sharp as torches and his cold voice condensed into a thread, turning into a ray of cold light and heading straight towards him.
"Who are you, sneaking around? Come out and get killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a head popped out from the wall, climbed over the wall into the yard nimbly, and then climbed through the window into the house.
The man who came had messy gray hair, a goat beard that was half long and half short, and a gray robe with many greasy stains. It was none other than Wu Chengde's uncle Kou Shuang who was pretending to be crazy and stupid.
"Uncle Master, you are finally here."
Ding Hai stood up and said speechlessly: "What were you doing squatting outside just now? It's not good to eavesdrop on your nephew."
Kou Shuang shook his head when he heard this: "Don't say anything, it's my bad luck. I forgot the code we agreed on. I searched for a long time in the county town and climbed over several walls and courtyards before I finally found this place."
After that, there were some gossips about the Dong and Li families, and the old man from the Wang family sending warmth. Each little story was so vivid that Ding Hai shook his head repeatedly, and Wu Chengde's face was full of black lines.
Such a scum is a disgrace to the demonic cultivation world.
"Uncle Master, it's almost midnight. Why did you invite the two of us to Ci'an County? What's the matter?"
"… "
Kou Shuang was stunned when he heard this. Yes, he asked his two nephews to come here, what on earth did they come here for
"Uncle Master?"
"Don't worry, Uncle Master, I suddenly can't remember it."
Kou Shuang made hand seals, frowned into the shape of the Chinese character "川", and thought hard: "Give me some time, I'll calculate what major events have happened recently... Your foreheads are dark and there is evil between your eyebrows. You will be killed soon... No, it's not this, it's something else."
Wu Chengde's mouth twitched, and he raised his hand to touch the knife. Ding Hai hurried forward to persuade him. The cold knife swung in the air, almost hitting Kou Shuang's neck several times, but Wu Chengde barely moved it to the side.
"The secret realm appeared, the evil dragon... Oh, this has happened..."
"Today the devil is coming, the star master is killing, the black and white evils are slaughtering the venue... the venue... I remember it!"
Kou Shuang slapped his forehead and said with a smile: "There is a magic cultivator senior outside Ci'an County hosting a trading conference, gathering fellow magic cultivators from the three states. You two are lucky. If you can find a good technique, you can expect to become a god. Your uncle will rely on you for his retirement in the future."
"Trade Fair?" x2
Wu Chengde and Ding Hai looked at each other, both with question marks on their heads.
"Uncle Master, what is the origin of this trade fair?"
"This is easy. Wu Zhou is a place where demons are forbidden and Taoism is respected. We demon cultivators have to make a living and have a gathering every year. We communicate with each other to see if there are any treasures to be snatched or enemies to be killed, and do some business. This year, several seniors chose Ci'an County as the location, and the demon cultivators in the surrounding three states heard the news and moved. I know you two don't know anything, so I specially notified you to come here."
Kou Shuang laughed happily: "You know what, this trip was not in vain. Just now, that old man Wang came to visit the neighbor, and I saw that young wife had big breasts and a round butt, and I screamed immediately. Guess what, the wife's husband ran home, saw the disheveled old man Wang, and called him daddy."
"…" x2
The two brothers had no interest in this kind of gossip. Their minds were all on the trading conference. They didn't care whether it was true or not. They urged Kou Shuang to lead the way quickly. It was getting early and if they didn't go now, the conference would be over.
At the corner, Lu Bei watched the three people disappear into the darkness, raised his hand and touched his chin, thinking it was interesting.
When he rushed to the courtyard, he heard "The old man of the Wang family is sending warmth". He did not rush to investigate the case and arrest people, but waited for a moment to see if other accomplices showed up. Unexpectedly, he got an unexpected gain.
Trade conferences and the like, they sound very interesting.
As a Qingwei of the Xuanyin Division and a righteous cultivator, it was reasonable and logical for him not to pay after the transaction but to detain the demon cultivator and earn another bounty.
"Look at that old man's Xiantian realm, he hasn't even reached the Great Perfection. The demon cultivator senior he mentioned is at the Heavenly Transformation Realm. If there are three of them, that's nine million experience points. Rounding it off, I can earn one hundred million tonight."
With a lot of experience ahead of him, Lu Bei followed decisively and formulated a backup plan in his mind.
If the demon cultivator that Kou Shuang mentioned had cultivation far beyond the Spirit Transformation Realm, with his acting skills, he could pretend to be a passing demon cultivator, if not completely genuine, at least he could get away with it.
If he trades honestly at that time, he may not make any profit, but he will definitely not lose money.
It's a win-win situation either way, so this business is worth doing.
…
The moon hangs in the sky, blocked by dark clouds.
Fifty miles outside of Ci'an County, the valleys are quiet and the forests are silent, and everything is peaceful.
Suddenly, the sound of melodious drum music rang out.
But in the boundless darkness and thick fog, a team of golden-armored warriors riding horses and carrying flags, surrounded by people in front and behind, guarding a cloud chariot surrounded by black air. After appearing briefly, they passed through a cloud of misty water fog and disappeared in an instant.
Anyone with sharp eyes would have noticed that both the mighty and strong warriors and the maids holding palace lanterns all looked pale and lifeless, and their movements were as stiff as if they were made of paper.
The cloud car hidden in the black air, although decorated with gorgeous patterns, is actually square, narrow in front and wide in the back, with neither windows nor curtains, and looks very much like a closed coffin.
A moment later, a zombie with red eyes and fangs stepped into the place, raised his head and took a breath of the moonlight, laughed three times, and then disappeared into the water curtain.
Afterwards, demon cultivators entered one after another, as if the gates of hell had opened wide. They came in all shapes and sizes, with all kinds of appearances.
It was not until three demon cultivators, one old and two young, appeared that the style of the painting began to slightly turn towards that of normal people.
Bang!
The water curtain was hazy, and Kou Shuang fell out with the "free fall" of Pixie Sword Technique. He stomped his feet on the spot, tidied his clothes, smoothed his hair, and then strode into it.
"It's strange that the demon cultivators still pay attention to the appearance of the deceased during the meeting. I think there are few people here who look more human than him."
Ripples appeared on the ground, and Lu Bei escaped from the ground. He raised his hand and wiped his face, adding some black eyeshadow makeup, and walked in with his nose facing the sky.
…
On the distant mountain top, there is a high cliff.
The black clouds slowly drifted by, and a row of figures appeared one by one.
They all have the same innate realm of cultivation, expressionless faces, and cold eyes. Not only are their temperaments the same, but their bodies and shapes are also extremely similar.
The only exception is the team leader.
The woman was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with sharp eyebrows and knife-cut hair. Her face was beautiful but as cold as an iceberg, so cold that no one dared to approach her.
Huangji Sect, Zhu Qilan.
As the name suggests, the person is dressed in tight clothes, with a tight waist, and big waves all over the body.
"Great Commander, what Li Keqing said is true. All the demon cultivators on the list have entered the battle formation. The Demon Cultivator Conference will begin and end at dawn at yin hour for three consecutive days."
A figure flashed and knelt on one knee. "We have set up a net to block all the entrances. It will be absolutely safe. The demon cultivator will not be able to escape even if he has wings."
"Nine, Eleven, you two follow me and pretend to be demon cultivators and enter the formation. The rest of you stay put and guard the four exits."
Zhu Qilan raised his hand and put on a white ghost mask. His voice was as sharp as a ghost's: "Pass my order, no one alive is allowed to enter but not leave!"