Lord of Deception

Yu Ziqing talked about a lot of recent events and also talked about his speculations about Baiyang Evil Sacrifice. Lao Yang could immediately understand why Yu Ziqing asked.

After reading the letter, the chief was studying ink beside him. Lao Yang held a pen between his hooves and began to write freely.

There are indeed many ways to restore the arm.

If you were a ninth-level physical practitioner, a broken arm would be considered a minor injury at best and you would be able to recover on your own.

Or if the corresponding magical power has been awakened before, this kind of injury is also a minor problem.

In fact, if the friend Yu Ziqing mentioned didn't mind changing his race, it would be very easy. He could starve to death and recover immediately. The way of the hungry ghost is quite promising at present. Although the first batch of people to leave, There is no previous experience, but as long as we don’t go astray, we will definitely have a bright future.

But since Yu Ziqing asked him, it was obvious that the guy with a broken arm might not want to change his race at the moment.

Lao Yang thought for a while and began to write down a method to regenerate a broken arm. The best one is of course to take the Intermittent Pill. The highest grade Intermittent Pill can grow back like the original one. Unfortunately, it is not suitable for poor people, so just take it. Able to write affordable versions.

After writing four or five kinds in a flash, Lao Yang continued to write the nine methods of seizing a body, covering all recorded types. Of course, this is just an introduction and there is no specific method.

He does know a few specific methods, but he doesn't dare to write them down casually. This kind of method is taboo and can easily cause trouble.

I don’t dare to write about the method of seizing a body, but I can just write about how to prevent it. In Daqian Langya Academy, there are several defensive methods for this kind of thing, and I dare to use them as teaching materials.

Yu Ziqing had been out for so long, and it took a lot of effort for him to write a letter and ask for advice. Lao Yang quickly tried his best.

It's so lonely in the village. These villagers are good at everything, but don't want to pay attention to irrelevant things. Unlike Yu Ziqing, who is very curious and wants to copy all the useful and useless knowledge in his head. .

In the past, there were many people who were so eager to learn, and sometimes he was a little annoyed. Now there is no one in the village, but he feels uncomfortable all over.

Especially these guys in the village. They don’t want to hear useless knowledge. They know how to train, fight, get beaten, dig, and eat every day...

Everything he learned, except for body training, which he was least good at, was of little use.

After finishing writing, Lao Yang felt that it was not enough, so he attached some things that he thought Yu Ziqing might use, and also attached a few more things. He felt that Yu Ziqing's level could be practiced, and it was very powerful for beginners. occult.

As for these secret techniques, they consume a lot of energy and may have some side effects. For a physical practitioner like Yu Ziqing, this is not a big problem.

The secret techniques of refining qi and refining the spirit are added, and finally some practice methods of the true meaning of martial arts are added...

It is impossible not to suffer hardship when you go out, so you should have more protection.

Li Chang watched nearby with his eyelids twitching. What is Lao Yang going to do?

"Why are you bothering with that? It's better to grow the Jinlan mushroom as soon as possible, let him train his body, and advance to the immortal realm as soon as possible. Then there will be no need to practice any secret skills, and no one can kill him."

"hehe……"

Lao Yangpi was too lazy to talk to such an old villager.

Ninth level physical cultivation?

What are you thinking about? Da Gan, who has the largest number of monks, is now a ninth-level physical cultivator, and he is not a member of the Da Gan court.

The leader shook his head and took the time to continue practicing.

Li Chang is not as knowledgeable as Lao Yang, and his knowledge reserve is not as good as Lao Yang, but he is far more focused than Lao Yang on some things.

Since his declining Qi and blood slowly recovered, Lao Yang said that his accumulation in this life can be compared to the accumulation of a monk who can enter the Tao normally. At least he can advance to the seventh level, eighth level, etc. without any hindrance. Ninth level is not impossible.

From then on, Li Chang had a very simple idea.

Train your body well. One day, you can advance to the realm of immortality. If it can be higher, it will be better.

In the past, when the wasteland was still normal and he was not that old, if anyone in the outside village bullied someone in his village, he would first go and give the other villagers a beating, so that the other person would be honest.

It looks different now, but the chief feels that it is still essentially the same. If Yu Ziqing is bullied outside, it doesn't matter if he doesn't know the specific situation. He just needs to go over and hammer the strongest and highest-status person in the opponent's force. Just pause.

Therefore, Li Chang is now very enthusiastic about cultivation, can endure loneliness and boredom, has a peaceful mind, and is neither arrogant nor impetuous. This mentality is far beyond what a young person can compare with.

After practicing for a while, Lao Yang finished writing vigorously. The chief arranged the letters and watched Lao Yang blow out a breath of evil breath, seal the letters, and then disappeared with the letters.

The mayor did not let the hungry ghost in the locust forest deliver the letter. He wanted to go there in person and meet the person who delivered the letter.

The thick layer of fallen leaves in the locust forest immediately dispersed automatically when Li Chang approached, revealing a road.

His figure turned into an afterimage and quickly walked through the locust tree. Wherever he passed, some hungry ghosts were specially controlling the locust trees, pulling out the roots from the ground and moving aside to make way for the leader. , it was safe to be smashed by this humanoid dump truck, and I could only recognize it by pinching my nose.

After a while, Li Chang appeared at the edge of the locust tree forest with surging energy and blood.

The Yima officer is still waiting here, thinking that if he gives one drop the first time and two drops the second time, he will make a profit next time.

Just as I was thinking about it, I saw a locust tree in the locust forest hurriedly pulling out its thick roots and moving to the side.

Within a few breaths, I saw a deep red light deep in the locust tree forest. The power of the burning Qi and blood was so strong that the surrounding temperature soared.

In the blink of an eye, the postmaster saw a thin old man appearing outside the locust tree.

The old man looked around, and when he saw the stagecoach officer on the ground, he immediately smiled.

"This must be the postmaster. I'm ready to work."

The director handed the letter to the other party and then took out a box.

"There are some freshly fried gadgets here. They are our specialty and are not available elsewhere. You can try them out."

The postmaster began to sweat on his head, firstly because of heat, and secondly because of fear.

Being so close to a body cultivator with such a strong energy and blood power, and at such a close distance, the ultimate speed that he can burst out in a short period of time may not be as good as the opponent.

Of course, he didn't think the other party had any malicious intentions, but if the other party's hair accidentally touched him, he might die.

"No effort, no effort, it should be."

The postmaster took the letter and stuffed the box into his sleeve. Without daring to say a word, he disappeared in an instant.

The commander wanted to say a few more polite words, but the stagecoach officer had already run away. He looked at himself and thought about the stagecoach introduced by Lao Yang. He felt that he might be a little impatient and scared the other party, so he should walk slower next time. It never hurts to be polite.

…

More than a day later, the postmaster returned again and delivered the letter to Yu Ziqing.

Before reading the letter, Yu Ziqing readily gave him two drops of nectar.

"Thank you for your work. This is a budget for next time."

The postmaster smiled happily and immediately forgot about his previous fright. He took the money before doing any work, and it was a pleasure to give it to anyone.

Thinking that there would be more in the future, the postmaster opened his mouth and swallowed these two drops of sweet rain.

In an instant, you could see his brows frowning slightly, his little faces squeezed together, and then with a hiss, he opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black water.

After the black water fell to the ground, it turned into a ball, rolling and squirming. After a few breaths, the black water slowly condensed, and a hole suddenly opened on its surface, and a small black hoof poked out from inside.

Immediately afterwards, a skinny, pitch-black foal less than an inch tall emerged from it.

The foal stood up and galloped around the postmaster, then rushed to Yu Ziqing's side, stepped on Yu Ziqing's legs, ran upright, galloped back and forth around Yu Ziqing's shoulders, and rubbed against him from time to time. Rubbing Yu Ziqing's cheek.

Yu Ziqing stretched out a finger, and the dark pony immediately rubbed its face against his finger.

After thinking about it, Yu Ziqing took out another drop of nectar, stretched out a finger, and handed it to the little pony.

The little pony refused to refuse anyone who came, and swallowed the drop of sweet rain in one sip. Its body, which was originally less than an inch tall, also grew a little bit, and its belly became round.

When it was full, the colt immediately jumped down, returned to the stagecoach officer, and lay down quietly against him.

The stagecoach officer touched the colt's head and smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't be seen.

"I also have a horse. I have to be promoted when I go back. I can eat whatever I want."

"Next time I will deliver the letter for you for free. It will be free once, no, twice!"

"Do you have a companion mount?" Yu Ziqing was surprised. He had never heard of this before, and neither did Lao Yang.

"Of course there is, otherwise why is it called Yima? Each Yima may have its own partner, but in the past, only our clan leader had one, and now I have one too."

The postmaster was smiling so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth from ear to ear. He walked up to Yu Ziqing, and one of his hands suddenly turned into a horse's hoof, which imprinted on Yu Ziqing's arm, leaving a mark.

"Next time you want me to deliver a message for you, just use this to summon me. I'll sense it and will come immediately. Now I have to go back."

"Okay, congratulations, you also have a horse."

The postmaster put away the newborn foal and disappeared instantly.

We returned to Dali all the way and came to the East Palace, where the prince was reading a book.

"Your Highness, you summoned me to deliver a message?"

The Prince of the East Palace looked at the postmaster, and when he focused his gaze, he saw the dark and skinny little pony falling down from the postmaster's sleeves.

"Hey, you also transformed into a companion mount?"

"Lucky, lucky, I met a very, very good person." The postmaster immediately couldn't help it, and couldn't hide his smile: "Your Highness, where are you sending the message?"

"It's not urgent to deliver the letter. Can you tell me what's going on first?"

The postmaster didn't hide anything, so he told Yu Ziqing that he had asked him to help deliver a letter home.

"You didn't enter the Jinlan Mountain forbidden area, but did you see the people there?"

"Yes, I have seen you." The postmaster was very honest, and then shook his head: "But Your Highness, I was just helping Brother Qing deliver letters home. Who I saw, but I can't say. It was you who sent it to where." I guessed it myself, it has nothing to do with me..."

As the postmaster said this, he felt a little embarrassed and said coquettishly.

"Can you please stop asking me? Besides, I feel sorry for Brother Qing."

The prince smiled, stretched out a finger, and tapped the stagecoach officer's little head.

"You've been bribed by someone. Okay, I won't ask anymore. However, next time you help him send a letter home, you must have free time and don't break the rules."

"Of course I understand this. I am the postmaster of Dali." The postmaster nodded repeatedly.

The prince smiled and shook his head. She would not take it seriously with these little guys.

She also understands the significance of the Yima family and the second companion mount to these little Yima.

The leader of the Yima clan was born from the bones of a long-lived Flame Dragon Horse King, and his accompanying mount Pegasus also consumed a trace of true dragon essence and blood before he was born.

The postmaster in front of him didn't hug his thigh and didn't let go. He was still willing to come back immediately when he was summoned. He was very simple-minded.

"Okay, you send a secret letter for me to General Xihuang."