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Although there were countless scams that had been exposed, this shop manager had never seen anything so evil. First, he didn't kill anyone, and second, he didn't set fire to the place. However, when they saw how the Dao Lord behaved like an expert from the heavens, the staff's heart trembled. Although he wasn't afraid to knock on the door without doing something shameful, being evil wasn't something that could be compared to the human heart! Didn't the Azure Province's Prince's Mansion also send out such horrifying rumors in the earlier years?

Wang Lin Chenye of Qingzhou sat in six countries south of the peninsula. As one of the meritorious officials of the dynasty, Wu Chen had turned his hand to the wind and turned his hand to the rain. He was known for his armor when he was young, and was from the Qiang Clan in the north, Wu Sun in the west. A long spear had been left in the northern part of the desert, in the jungle of a aquatic village. The Cyan Plains Steel Cavalry under his command had caused the entire imperial court to tremble in fear.

This prince's killing intent was so strong that ordinary people would not dare to look him straight in the eye. However, such a prince, who was known as the "Human Massacre" by the world's people, would have to seek help from that famous Taoist when Second Young Master Lin was born? It was said that when Second Young Master Lin was born, this prince had stood guard over the mansion with a spear in his hands for an entire night. Later on, it was unknown if it was the rumours that this Second Young Master Lin was born exquisite, and that he had already been maliciously taken into consideration while he was still in his mother's womb, with the intention of capturing him and making him a pampered boy. Everyone had their own opinions about what happened in the Prince's Mansion that night, but the only thing they knew was that the old man who swept the streets in the morning personally saw that the Prince's spear had mottled blood on it.

However, the blood was not red.

Although they kept guessing, they didn't dare to make any big fuss about it. If these whispers were to reach the ears of the prince, it would be a serious matter. Even a God of Slaughter like this dared to mess with him. The waiter thought about it and felt that it wasn't a fantasy even if there was a danger in this restaurant. His hands trembled as he asked timidly: "Master of the Dao, what do you mean by that?

With a flick of his sleeves, he put his hands behind his back, imitating the Third Elder's slow and leisurely manner, "Dao Lord, I am not a Bodhisattva, this place is just filled with evil and greed, it does not easily harm people's lives, but how could we guess the evil thoughts that are plaguing us!? You are here with it all day long, you can't help but be a step behind! I can be considered to be on good terms with you. I am under your care in times of extreme cold and hunger. Today, I, the Dao Lord, accept your kindness. "Not one bit."

Fear was an all-pervasive ability. The shop owner was a bit suspicious and wanted to say something, but then he saw the old man shake his shoulder and the wooden sword behind his back jumped out. There was no wind blowing, but the daoist robe around the small path did not stop swaying. He lightly flipped his wrist and a yellow paper appeared in his hand. On the paper, there were some traces of ink.

With a loud shout, the talisman caught between his fingers started to burn without any fire. His eyes shone with a bright light, causing the shop staff to be stunned. Suddenly, a strong wind blew outside the restaurant, and the candle flame inside the house flickered incessantly, as if it was about to be extinguished. A black figure slowly appeared on top of the beam of the restaurant. The shop staff was stunned where they stood, not daring to move a single step. Wen Ye frowned as the wooden sword in his hand left his hand and charged straight at the black figure.

A mournful ghost cry rang out, and in an instant, the wind stopped, and Wen Ye stood behind him with his hands behind his back, looking like an expert out of this world. The restaurant was still the same as before, but the shop owner's gums were trembling, and Wen Ye slowly turned around to look at the terrified shop owner, feeling overjoyed at the sight. Anyone who was smarter would be able to see the flaws in the "drama". However, the waiters who had been duped would not be able to figure out the type of people with just a few words.

"No need to disturb me, I am not a swindler. I am the eldest disciple of the Dragon and Tiger Mountains, Wen Ye. I have come under the order of my teacher to travel the world, but unfortunately, I met a villain and my silver was taken away from me."

The shop assistant didn't wake up for a long time and said, "Dao Lord is really a man of God."

Wen Ye shook his head and said: "If it weren't for the Green Platform's stability and strong dao heart, why would I go down the mountain to travel? "Thus, we shall part ways here. If fate wills it, I will definitely brew wine and discuss tea with you."

He was afraid that this shop owner would react and start chasing after the boar slaughtering men for more than a dozen miles. At the corner of the restaurant, Little Raksha was already waiting for Zhuo Yi with his head out. He carried a bag behind his back and held a peach wood sword in his hand. "At that time, he had been extremely proud of himself. If he had tried to retrieve the peach wood sword, wouldn't he have lost the glory of an immortal?

Seeing Wen Ye walking out of the restaurant, he excitedly waved his hand.

"Little girl, what is this?" Wen Ye was also looking at the package behind Little Raksha with suspicion. As he walked in, he suddenly smelled a fragrance coming from the bag and was suddenly enlightened! Looking at little Luosha, he didn't know whether to laugh or to cry. "Did you pack all the food and drinks in the kitchen?"

Little Raksha giggled and said, "Putting it aside, I thought that if no one else wanted it, I would have picked it up."

"This house is also on the roadside. Don't tell me this house is also yours?" Following which, Wen Ye also laughed, "Well done, we don't have to starve anymore these few days, but the gains are too little. We should have already taken them all."

Soon enough, Wen Ye seemed to have thought of something. He pinched the little Raksha's cheek and looked around, and obviously, little Rakshasi was unwilling to smack down on Wen Ye's palm and said fiercely: "Other than my mother, no one would dare to pinch my face. I want to tell my mother to give you a good beating. "

Such threats could be heard by the Chinese Literature industry's right ear. He was worried about whether the talisman from before had scratched the delicate face of Liu Ming. He let out a sigh of relief when he found out, "It's okay. It's okay. It's not injured. Otherwise, my heart would be in pain."

Little Raksha suddenly froze. The ferociousness he had put on when he looked at the figure that was looking in every direction in the direction of Wenye disappeared without a trace. However, little Rakshasi was very obedient and allowed Wen Ye to pull him. He said in an extremely small voice, "The name of the Raging Flames Talisman sounds very domineering, but it's just a talisman used to light a fire, it can't hurt me."

As the saying goes, there was a god in every three feet of the head. There was also a road for immortals to walk, and there was also a path for evil to walk. Whether it was those travelling adventurers who were passionate about seeking the Immortal, or the commoners who heard the words "one can cultivate and live a carefree and long life", all of them wished to become that immortal person. Regardless of how difficult the path of the Dao was, just based on the threshold of "Qi Drawing into the Body", most people were rejected.

The old Daoist cultivators and the old Daoist cultivators seemed very powerful. They could easily throw two talismans and earn money with just their hands. However, if one could not learn how to use Qi to control talismans, then these talismans were no different from ordinary paper.

A Symbol Master could only be angry. With a single stroke, he drew out mountains, lakes, earth spirits, and Heavenly Energy. From the moment the brush landed until the last line was drawn, it would lock the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth into the talisman. Naturally, the spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth contained in this talisman was closely related to the person who drew the talisman. Some people would never be able to draw a talisman in their entire lives.

Among the two of them, the Junior Martial Brother, who was completely stripped of all his clothes, was considered a rare talent. His pockets were filled with talismans. Although this "Raging Flames Talisman" was only a "Fire Talisman", it was impossible for him to draw it. He had only learned how to draw air into his body during his seventeen years in the Dragon Tiger Mountain. Even if he was given a model to mass produce, he would still not be able to figure out where the brush landed and where the brush ended. However, he was at ease with the culture and industry. He wandered around the world for a bit, and the trees planted by his predecessors were enough for him to wander around for a while. He could perform a "Flameless" Glyph in front of people who had never seen the world.

Delightful!

He then looked down at the little Raksha who was gnawing on a pig's leg, and waited for her to grow up before he arranged the marriage.

How beautiful!

The two of them travelled eastward as a carrier coaxed them to eat wine. Wenye only wanted to see the world.