Twenty-seven Denghe set fire
Zhang Ri'an is here?
Lu Yinche was a little interested in the owner of the lock because his name coincided with the message that the mouse sent before his death, but now it seems that they are two different things.
He didn't dare make too much noise, fearing the Divine Transformation cultivators below would notice. He had a reasonable chance of escaping, but if a handful of Soul-Locking Stone Sand was thrown at him, even if he ran back, Wei Qi would still laugh at the remaining half of his life.
Lu Yinche continued to hide on the beam and heard Master Zheng Yu say, "This kid is also troublesome... His parents gave birth to such a useless thing, they should strangle him to death."
Shang Jiao didn't care: "Why don't you go and contact them? You can't favor one over the other among the four major families in Yaocheng. Just because the Qin family has a beauty, you forget about the other families."
"You're still talking about me. I can't reason with homosexuals like you." He asked the short man to lead the way, and he didn't move yet. "You even cultivated his sister, and you don't even take Zhang seriously, right?"
"That's someone the Meng family captured. I don't care about Foundation Establishment cultivators. There's nothing special about this Zhang Yuening. It makes no difference whether it's her, that foolish son of the Meng family, or the Yang family kid he's attracted to."
"Thanks to your master, Patriarch Lu, each generation is worse than the previous one." He patted Shangjue's shoulder and walked out.
Lu Yinche changed his position on the beam.
Shang Jiao was a strange man, always calling him "Master." Lu Yinche didn't think he had any respect for her, not to mention Zheng Yu's talk of love.
What a joke! If you offend your teacher, you should be dragged out and beaten to death in their sect - Xiaoyao Sanren didn't say this, Lu Yinche just made it up.
Is he blind to have such a disciple? Lu Yinche thought about Xie Juncun and felt that the kid was pretty good. Why not go back and try to dig out the Cheng Xiao Sect's disciples? After all, their family was big and powerful, so they couldn't miss such a disciple.
He waited until Master Zheng Yu walked away before he walked back silently along the beam and went out through the door he came in through.
It sounds like the girl from the Zhang family is in a critical situation and is about to be possessed by an alien soul - Lu Yinche couldn't tell whether it was good or bad. If the conversation between the two just now was true, and what was written in Shang Jiao's book about the dissipation of the soul was true, then, in the eyes of those who practice Taoism, this child named Zhang Yuening was actually dead.
Just like a mouse.
But there is another soul in her body. Does that mean she is still alive?
While Lu Yinche was thinking, he avoided the soul-locking sand that was pervasive. He always felt that the sand was blown away by the wind, and even his lungs felt itchy, tingling and numb, and he wanted to sneeze.
If there was a face towel or something like that—
He saw a man in black standing not far away.
…
A few moments later, Lu Yinche, wearing the black equipment he had just acquired, sneaked into the last room. He had already explored the entire village, and this was the only place left. Zhang Yuening had no choice but to stay here.
It was also bad luck, which forced him to use the process of elimination.
Lu Yinche blew the black scarf in front of him to avoid direct contact with his lips. An image flashed through his mind: Yan Yanshu's lips were really well-shaped. He looked like a calm person, but his lips looked very affectionate...
He shook his hands to clear his mind of distracting thoughts and climbed onto a set of cabinets.
The layout of this wing room is different from the others. There are two large screens with carved flowers and willows on them, incense boxes on the lacquer cabinet, and mother-of-pearl and other items. If you don't know, you might think that a girl lives here.
Zhang Yuening lay on the innermost bed, barely breathing through the gauze curtains. She was about to turn into a pile of dry bones. Failed possession backfired like this. Lu Yinche had seen several typical cases.
A thin man sat on a stool beside the bed, looking bored, fanning himself.
He didn't notice Lu Yinche's presence.
After a while, someone came outside. He stood up, walked to the door and started chatting with the person.
"Why are you back? Didn't the Zhang family say they wanted to see the guy inside?"
The visitor cursed and said, "Look at her dead look, how can you take her out? It's just that the young man from the Zhang family is so easy to coax. He thought his sister was practicing Taoism here. Taoism sent her away in a few seconds."
The thin man's voice was a bit regretful: "The eldest lady is here. I heard she was a quiet girl. She was not a good person. She disguised herself as a man to go out and roam the black market, and she ran into the ghost guy from the Meng family."
The man's voice was full of sarcasm: "You work with Master Shang Jiao, and you even dare to scold the Meng family."
"So what? I'm also a local of Yaocheng, and I know what his family is like. If the old city lord hadn't withdrawn midway, how could his family have achieved success? The Qin family is sensible, and the new city lord listens to the real one. The Zhang family is in trouble."
Lu Yinche heard them chatting for a few more sentences.
"That's right. How could her brother turn against the Meng family? He didn't do that when dad was around."
"Raising these two little ones, they are like treasures to us. They are kept at home and not allowed to see anyone. Although they are better than Master Meng Suo, they are only at the foundation-building stage. They are just scum and no better than us."
"She's still spoiled. She should just think about it at home. She thought she could call the shots in the Zhang family. She's just a girl. Can't she get two good dowries and marry a good man?"
"Of the four great families, the Meng family chose someone with the surname Yang. Who should she marry? The little rooster from the Yang family?"
"This isn't well-refined. If it were like Zhiniang, perhaps Master Shangjiao would have rewarded me with a taste. How did you feel the last time you used it?"
The two of them laughed rudely.
Lu Yinche frowned, judging from their casual conversation that Zheng Yu must have left.
We've seen enough here, what should we do next?
There is no news from Xie Juncun, so I don’t know how things are going on over there.
At this moment, someone outside shouted, "Someone's breaking into the alchemy room!"
The person talking to the thin man uttered a cry: "I hope there's something wrong with the slurry. Old Seven is on his day off today, so I'll take his place."
The thin man pushed him and said, "Go quickly. I can't leave here. I have to stay here."
The man ran away, and the thin man came in, shaking his head as he walked, as if he was saying something about the world.
What kind of world is this?
What does it matter what the world is like when doing these kinds of work?
The thin man was met with a flash of golden light. A withered skeleton fell to the ground.
Lu Yinche took Qishu back expressionlessly and moved him to the bed in the side room. After thinking for a moment, he covered him with a quilt.
But there was nothing he could do about the unconscious body of Zhang Yuening.
This can't be put into the storage space.
It would be great if there was a magic weapon like the Sumeru that could hold living things.
Lu Yinche had nothing. He could only sigh.
But he heard someone calling him, "Senior, Naruto-senpai!"
It's Yang Deyou. Why is this guy here?
Lu Yinche looked at the upright little swordsman and found him huddled in the shadows beside a small window on the roof. He had no idea when he had come.
"That's amazing! You can shrink your bones?"
Yang Deyou was a little shy: "My mother taught me when I was a child."
He jumped down and explained, "Lu Denghe and I came from the Zhang family's villa. The Zhang, that is Zhang Ri'an, dug a tunnel to the outside of the city. It's a few miles away and we're here. A group of people are camped outside the city in the dark, and there are people patrolling at night. They definitely have bad intentions."
Lu Yinche heard him say that Zhang Ri'an had entered the house, and fearing they couldn't defeat the mid-stage Jindan cultivator beside him, they didn't dare follow him, but just watched from a distance. Later, a very powerful person went in and stayed for a while, and the others left. Yang Deyou and the other two found the right opportunity to enter the village, where they found Zhang Yuening. From what the people here said, it seemed that she had been kidnapped by the Meng family.
Hearing this, Lu Yinche said, "You are really brave. That person has at least reached the level of a Spiritual Transformation cultivator. Even Xie Qiaosheng would have a hard time escaping unscathed."
Yang Deyou was shocked: "Ah, then, then he has already left, he probably didn't notice us."
"Maybe," Lu Yinche said, "There's soul-locking sand everywhere here. Even though he's a spirit, he wouldn't need to use his spiritual sense everywhere. By the way, do you want to get a face towel like mine to reduce the amount of dirt you inhale? It's one that your master has kissed, right?"
Edward Yang: …
As expected of a young man, he quickly accepted reality and realized how powerful this place was, even the Sword Saint's puppet had been obtained. Although he would never agree with Lu Yinche's description of the "silly Sword Saint," he said, "What are your plans, Senior? Should we take this place over?"
He made a beheading gesture.
Lu Yinche thought that using Qishu to clear the area would be no problem, but he was afraid that Zheng Yu would make a surprise attack. By then, all the evidence would have been cleared up by them, and it would be troublesome to go back. So he decided to go back first and let Xie Qiaosheng bring people to clean up.
Yang Deyou thought about it and realized that this was the truth. A small shrimp like him should obey the orders of his predecessors without hesitation. Wait, there is another small shrimp?
"Senior, Deng He! He and I will divide the work. He will create a commotion to distract the guards, and I will rescue them. We must hurry to meet him."
Lu Yinche almost forgot about the cheap child he had picked up on the road, and immediately said: "Put her on your back and go out directly. I'm here..."
He turned around and saw flames outside. Was Lu Denghe setting a fire?
They left the wing and jumped onto the roof. The torches outside the house looked messy, but in fact they were in order. The fire was confined to a bungalow, which should be the alchemy room that the man had mentioned before.
That's not a proper place for making elixirs.
Lu Yinche had taken a quick look. It was a combination of a torture chamber and a butcher shop, where people were being torn out hearts and dandies, and minced meat and mashed. It was very fresh.
There was also a jar of black mud whose origin was unknown. The thick honey scent that Lu Yinche smelled came from this.
Now, the smell is pungent and overwhelming.
I don’t know what tricks Lu Denghe used to overturn the jar, and now everyone is soaked in it.
Yang Deyou sneezed and rubbed his nose: "It's so spicy."
"You like spicy food. Are you from Nanjun?" Lu Yinche asked him.
Yang Deyou didn't understand why, so he nodded and said, "I grew up in Nanjun."
They didn't talk much. Some were putting out the fire, some were cursing. Lu Yinche even heard someone shout, "It wasn't a thief, it was a big black rat that hit the oil candle. Ouch!"
"I'll let the rat bite you to death!"
Yang Deyou explained: "It should be the pieces of paper you gave me."
Lu Yinche shook his head: "Paper is afraid of fire, let's get him out quickly." He flew through the night sky and headed straight for the fire scene. After a few glances, he saw Lu Denghe.
This kid had charcoal dust on his face, and he was probably actually playing the role of a black rat, hiding in a corner.
A guard with a torch was approaching him.
Lu Denghe rubbed his hands to gather his spiritual power, as the talisman paper on his body had been used up.
He originally just wanted to set a fire to scare these people, but who knew they would react so quickly and surround him. The collapsed beams even blocked his retreat.
He could only weep without tears. How could he be the one forced into such a desperate situation? Couldn't those critical breakthroughs described in the storybooks happen to him once?
He gritted his teeth, faced the guard, and roared, "You can't kill me! My ancestor is Lu, Lu, the Naruto Sword Master!"
The sound of burning wood completely drowned out his voice.
Lu Yinche heard it clearly, this unlucky boy.
He raised his hand and waved, and the guard in front of him fell to the ground. Lu Denghe looked at the old ancestor who had descended from the sky for the second time and stammered, "He he he he he died?"
"No," Lu Yinche said, picking up the limp guard and tapping him between the eyebrows with two fingers. "You saw the rat that knocked over the lamp oil, but you didn't catch it. It ran away."
Lu Denghe was stunned: "Ancestor, this is, soul-stealing...?"
Lu Yinche could tell what was in his mind at a glance.
He said, "It's not some kind of evil magic, just a little trick. I can teach you later. But don't use it too often. There's soul-locking sand everywhere here that restricts the soul, and my consciousness is unstable."
Lu Denghe nodded, and just as he got up from the ground in a clumsy manner, he was pushed to the side by the ancestor again.
Silence.
They were a few skilled guards who came to catch the "rats".
Lu Denghe instinctively shuddered. He remained calm, thinking, "With the ancestor here, everything will be resolved." This must be the case.
Lu Yinche didn't take it too seriously. He thought it would be a bit troublesome to change the memories of several Jindan early stage cultivators one by one. He planned to wait until they got closer before taking action.
As I waited, I saw a ghostly afterimage.
The sword was unsheathed, and its cool, moon-like brilliance flashed in the firelight. Xie Juncun landed beside Lu Yinche. This was the first time he had drawn his sword in front of Lu Yinche.
The four guards didn't even see who was coming. They just felt a pain on the back of their necks and their consciousness fell into darkness.
His sword moves were fast, accurate, and steady, without any frills or unnecessary brutality. They were simple and almost compassionate, and each strike went straight to the vital points, yet there was no blood splattering.
Lu Yinche saw it clearly, a flicker of admiration flashing across his eyes. When Xie Juncun stopped, he praised him unreservedly, "Excellent skill! Cheng Xiaozong is truly kind to you, even teaching you this ultimate sword technique."
Xie Juncun's face did not show the joy of receiving praise. He sheathed the sword, hugged it in his arms, and said with a slightly gloomy face: "An hour has passed, senior."
Lu Yinche laughed and changed the subject: "Come with me and change the memories of these people to avoid alerting the enemy. Deng He, go find Yang Deyou. He's over there. We're getting ready to leave."
Lu Denghe responded and left.
Xie Juncun walked to Lu Yinche and looked at Lu Yinche's face in the light of the fire.
The latter felt a little uncomfortable with his overly close gaze and said, "You, you don't know how to do it? I'll teach you." He was talking about the technique of modifying memory.
Xie Juncun shook his head and took a half step back. "Let's see if you're injured." He mentioned the nearest guard and cast a spell without changing his expression. His movements were skillful. He must have learned it long ago.
Lu Yinche felt a little embarrassed by his junior's worry. "It's okay. What could have happened to me? I didn't fight with anyone. Even if you got hurt somewhere, Wei Qi won't cause you any trouble when you go back. I guarantee you that."
Xie Juncun stopped what he was doing, and the jumping flames burned in his dark eyes, giving Lu Yinche the illusion that he had seen them somewhere before.
"I'm worried about you, Che."
Lu Yinche was stunned for a moment before he understood what he meant. It was not because of the bodyguard mission assigned by Wei Qi, but because of his own wish.
A senior who wanted to save face muttered, "No respect for elders."
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