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Dao Tomb Zhenren was even more evil. Seeing that I didn't agree, he even had the courage to kowtow and acknowledge me as his master.

At this time, Seventh Uncle could no longer bear it. He stepped forward and stood in front of Daoist Master Dao's1. "Master, we are the Dragon Gate Sect. If we do this, we will be shaming Martial Ancestor Zhao Wuchen."

The Dao Tomb Zhenren was annoyed by her words. He scratched his head and said, "Damn you. Master has been dead for more than 60 years. There are no rules. Right now, I am just playing by the side." He pushed Seventh Uncle away. "Big brother, as long as you teach me the Spirit Communication Technique, I'll agree to any conditions you have."

It's just that it's been lost for dozens of years, and it's nothing more than a myth in the world. Just like a moment ago, Daoist Master Daoling's technique easily dispersed the Qi I gathered, so every clan has their own leaders. I reckon that Daoist Master Daoling has lived in seclusion for many years, without encountering any opponents, and found the Spirit Communication Technique novel.

Taking a step back, when I obtained the 'Secret Spirit Art', there was no rule that prevented me from passing it down to others. Moreover, this book is too strange.

I smiled. "If I ask you to come out again, will you agree?"

"I agree, I agree, gaga, it's too depressing to be in the mountains. I've been walking around in the martial arts world for a long time now, gaga!" Daoist Master Dao Tomb's playful expression was full of promise.

I put away my smile. "Help me eliminate the Ghost Infant and restore peace to our family."

The Dao Tomb Zhenren's expression froze, and he began to fiddle around in the air, "A ghost baby?" "Ugh …" Well... It's not that I don't have that kind of ability, but look at me, I'm already an age, right? Do you still have the nerve to watch me fight to the death? "

"What a shame!" Without any hesitation, I blurted it out.

This time, the Daoist Master was in a dilemma. He squatted back down on the stone platform and rubbed his hands together. The ink on his face was extremely twisted.

At this moment, I decided to add some firewood and walked up to Daoist Master Daohong. I squatted down and said, "This is the only Spirit Communication Technique manual in the world. Even the insufferable Master Zhao Wuchen was defeated by it."

Daoist Master Dao Tomb opened his mouth to speak, but then realized something and awkwardly closed it. He winked at me and smiled embarrassedly.

I smiled back and hooked my fingers. Fatty Lei understood and gave me a pack of cigarettes. I lit one and blew the smoke, "Have you ever heard of the 'Secret Spirit Art'? If you don't want to watch, I'm leaving!"

I stood up and intentionally placed the box of cigarettes on the stone slab. I beckoned to Fatty Lei and Seventh Uncle and after taking two steps forward, I heard the sound of someone chasing after me.

Daoist Master stood in front of me and wiped the sweat off his forehead. "Deal, damn it! What decision does Psychic make? "Take it to see?

I helplessly smiled. "Master, if you had the 'Psychic's Secrets' in your hands, would you bring it with you? With how capable you are, I am definitely not your match. Are you afraid that I will lie to you? "

The Dao Tomb Priestess rolled her eyes at me in annoyance. "Fine, consider yourself a businessman. Two days later, I will be waiting for you in the Badanjilin Desert." After saying that, he jumped up with both legs, "Ga!" Ga! Ga! "Ga!" He then disappeared into the bamboo forest along with the wild waves of laughter.

"Master, where are you going? Won't you come with us? " Seventh Uncle shouted at the bamboo forest that was in his way.

A long echo came from the bamboo forest, "I still have some things to do, so I'll be here in two days. Kid, don't forget what you promised me. After exterminating the Ghost Infant, you must pass down the Spirit Concealment Technique to me."

We didn't run into any of Ling Xiaozi's pursuers along the way, saving ourselves a lot of trouble. Fatty Lei said indifferently, "Huang Quan, do you think this old man will leave us alone? This is not a small matter. The Ghost Infant will only recover for three days, and won't even have the chance to turn the situation around. "

I spread out my hands. "This was originally a gamble. It is good that Daoist Master Dao Tomb can go. If he doesn't go …" Then I can only fight with my life on the line. Moreover, I didn't give them to you for nothing. "Haha!"

I felt relieved for myself, but Fatty Lei disapproved and followed closely behind me, "You're still a direct disciple, but you really want to give the [Psychic's Secrets] to that crazy old man. You're committing treason by deceiving your master, giving our sect's secret scriptures to the outer sect."

I tilted my head to look at Fatty Lei, this grandson knows quite a lot, he could even say something like cheating on teacher and exterminating the ancestors. I stopped my steps and turned around to look at Seventh Uncle.

Seventh Uncle was stunned at first, then smiled in relief, "Eh …" You brat, you actually dared to lie to my master, not bad! The Spirit Concealment Method could not be seen by outsiders, and it was even harder for outsiders to know about it, let alone cultivate. "Haha!"

Seventh Uncle laughed, so did Fatty Lei, who put a hand on my shoulder. "Heh, you're quite smart at this critical moment. Say it!" Head disciple of the Spirit Channeling Sect, where should we go next? "

Inner Mongolia!

That night, we arrived in the western part of Inner Mongolia. The Badanjilin Desert is one of the four great deserts of China. The precipitation is less than 40 mm, but there are more than 100 lakes in the desert. The towering sand mountains, the mysterious sand, the tranquil lakes and wetlands, constitute the unique and charming landscape of the Badanjilin Desert, attracting tens of thousands of visitors from all over the world to visit every year.

Since it's a tourist attraction, it's definitely not the place we're looking for. The desert covers an area of 47 thousand square kilometers, and the more sparsely populated the place is our destination.

That night, we stayed in the Alashan Right Banner, a yurt for nomadic people. The nomadic people ate wherever they could, bringing cattle and sheep with them, migrating all the way to the edge of the desert. This family didn't enter the desert, it was just a temporary residence.

We paid the rent, and the family set up a small yurt for us to live in for two days, eating and drinking together.

Chagamba, the owner of this family, was a Mongolian man of about forty years of age. The family of six had three children raised by the couple, and Chagamba's old father lived with them in a nomadic life.

They lived in poverty and depended on grazing for a living. Fatty Lei wanted money, so he gave him two thousand yuan, saying that he would roast the whole sheep for dinner. Big brother Che Gan looked at the two thousand yuan bill, his eyes were straight, his simple personality refused to take any more money, so he insisted on giving Fatty Lei a thousand yuan.

A whole roasted lamb was already in the city, which ranged from 800 to 1300. Fatty Lei was definitely rich after giving him 2,000 yuan, and a sheep was even less valuable in the hands of a nomad. Even the price of one hand was the price of a cabbage, so 2000 yuan was almost half a year's worth of income for his family.

I walked forward and pushed the money to Cha Gan Ba. "I'll be troubling you for the next two days. You must accept this money."

Chakamba was a typical Mongol, with flat cheekbones, small eyes, thick lips, and a face full of vicissitudes. He had a rough appearance, but he gave the impression of being steady and friendly.

It's not that I don't feel sorry for the money, because it was the fat thunder who offered it, I was just doing him a favor. Also, this unlucky bastard will bring disaster wherever he goes, I'm afraid that he will bring misfortune to this family.

The fatigue of the past few days was obvious. He crawled into the yurt and fell asleep as soon as he lifted his eyes, listening to the happy cheers of the children outside.

When I woke up, there was a bonfire lit outside. Seventh Uncle and Fatty Lei were busy making preparations. I slightly opened one of my eyelids, and saw Yin Jie sitting not far in front of me, flipping through his phone.

I wanted to get up and say hello, but there was something wrong with Yin Fu's expression. His fingers kept poking at the screen, and the frequency of his tapping made me realize that things were not going well. I kept quiet and raised my head slightly.

I couldn't help but get interested. The chat went by quickly, the messages going up one by one, and Yin Jia's reply was simple and clear, with only one word or two words. Who was giving him this order? Chief? A spy infiltrated by the Intelligence Section?