Long Jiale

Shen Zhoucheng looked at the young man in a Taoist robe in front of him. The young Taoist priest looked very handsome, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, piercing eyes and firm eyes. The light of a morning star.

He is wearing a simple white Taoist robe. The style of the Taoist robe is both ordinary and strange. The commonness lies in the style of the opponent's clothes, which is exactly the same as the style of the Taoist robes in various TV dramas and online games. The peculiarity lies in the complicated patterns on the hem of the opponent's clothes. Including the runes on the belt, they are not falsely depicted patterns, but runes that truly circulate spiritual power.

This should be a genuine Taoist priest.

However, it does look like a cosplay on the outside.

Shen Zhoucheng also saw this kind of "live" Taoist priest for the first time in reality. Of course, before the seal was lifted, the real Taoist priest and the fake Taoist priest stood in front of him, and he couldn't tell the difference. The brainwashing of the drama, the general Taoist image is a fairy-like old man with a white beard, and such a Taoist looks more reliable.

The young one is Qingfengmingyue's little odd job.

Visually, if He Shouwu wears the clothes of the Taoist priest in front of him, many people will call him "Daxian", "Living Immortal", and "True Daoist"—this is probably the advantage of appearance.

Today, when the Taoist priest in front of him stepped into Qingbi Mountain for the first time, Shen Zhoucheng already knew the existence of the other party, but he didn't pay much attention to it. After all, it is more important to spend the Qixi Festival with the little vixen.

Several goblins came to Qingbi Mountain one after another before, and Shen Zhoucheng had already guessed that some monks and Taoists would come.

When the auspicious Xue Zhenqing got together before, he joked about whether a bald Fahai would come to collect snake essence one day in the future, "Will there be Fahai in this age? The one with a golden pot lid."

"With a bang, cover the golden pot on the little white snake's head."

"Shut up under the Leifeng Pagoda and suppress it for a thousand years!"

"Perhaps the impatient Fa Hai of the modern people felt that suppressing the Leifeng Pagoda was ineffective, so he sold the little white snake to stewed snake soup..."

The little white snake stayed in the cup and listened to the two of them laughing and discussing. It was Fa Hai's golden pot cover and the suppression of Leifeng Pagoda. He was so flustered that he cried until his tears filled the cup.

……

Unexpectedly, it was a young trail leader who came first.

Is it to collect demons?Or come to occupy the top of the mountain?

After being reminded last time when the auspicious arrival came, Shen Zhoucheng knew that the aura around Qingbi Mountain was too conspicuous, and he has been adjusting since then. The concentration is controlled at a level of thinness and excess. Compared with the beautiful mountains and waters in other places, it is not so outstanding, and it will not provoke ghosts and ghosts from other places to occupy the top of the mountain.

As for collecting demons or something?Then ask him if he agrees.

Shen Zhoucheng looked at Dao Ling in front of him again with his eyes. He made a defensive posture with a long sword in his hand, and pressed a magic talisman with one finger to get ready to go. The position on his feet can be attacked or retreated. The tassels of the gourd are flying with the wind.

The opponent should not be an impulsive cultivator, and he didn't yell and kill as soon as he came up. Compared with the previous little goblins who yelled and yelled and killed as soon as they came, his rank was much higher.

Shen Zhou sincerely thought that the previous few times it was others who took the initiative to cause trouble, this time he also took the initiative to try the opponent.

In fact... the essential reason for making so many excuses is because he wants to fight.

Regardless of whether the opponent is an enemy or a friend, let's... have a fight first?

He held the little bai tuanzi in his arms firmly, and put a protective cover on the little bai tuanzi to block all the sounds and movements around him, so as not to disturb the little guy's sound asleep. Then, holding bai tuanzi in one hand, he decided to go first Use the weakest spell to test the Taoist priest in front of you.

I saw a gust of wind blowing in the flat ground, and the bamboo leaves that fell on the ground stood up like arrows, and the arrow rain rushed towards Dao Ling who was standing in front of the door to defend with a sword.

Dao Ling jumped up lightly under his feet, and dodged to avoid it. The rain of arrows passed by and brought a gust of wind, and then turned back and rushed towards Dao Ling.

Zidie struggled to climb out of the sugar water cover, lying on it, observing the scene quietly, feeling worried for Dao Ling in her heart.

Although it doesn't like this stinky Taoist priest, it still doesn't want him to be hurt.

The young Taoist priest holding a dao sword swiped across the sky and met the group of bamboo leaves. The colorful sword flowers danced in his hand, the silver light was shining under the moonlight, and the chopped bamboo leaves were like snowflakes around him. Flying sideways, the scattered leaves cut the Taoist robe on his body.

Shen Zhoucheng's eyes lit up, and he felt that it was more interesting to fight with this Taoist priest. His mind turned and he decided to play all the spells that he hadn't tried a few times.

……

Dao Ling's horizontal sword shook, and the fireworks around him were knocked back. He stepped on the bamboo forest and turned around. The cluster of flames seemed to recognize the owner. The nearby bamboo forest did not burn at all, and ran after Dao Ling.

Dao Ling felt that he was going to be driven crazy by that man with horns on his head.

What kind of devil is this?

It doesn't make sense at all, and starts to attack people regardless. At first, Dao Ling really thought that the enemy was in front, and dealt with the enemy's spells carefully. However, Dao Ling compared dozens of moves with the opponent, and found that the opponent was purely Think of him as a moving practice scarecrow.

All kinds of spells were thrown to Dao Ling's side like money.

The boldness of this nouveau riche almost stunned Dao Ling, thinking that I, Dao Ling, would probably be damaged here today... As a result, the pile of magic attacks came, as if he knew the lower limit of Dao Ling's resistance, and he didn't care at all. Damaged Dao Ling's body.

It can be seen that the other party did not hurt others.

What made Dao Ling vomit blood even more was that every time he was exhausted and his spiritual power was exhausted, the other party would replenish his spiritual power...replenish his spiritual power...replenish his spiritual power...

It's like fighting a boss in a game, and the boss will give you mana replenishment, hehe...

When he first realized this, Dao Ling was excited for a while. After all, there are very few opportunities for Babake to release Taoism with his spiritual power. Think of it as a practice scarecrow!

Who is afraid of who?

As a result, Dao Ling, who was forced to become a perpetual motion machine after fighting for a long time, couldn't take it anymore. The spiritual power in his body was exhausted again and again, and he was force-fed with Dabu pills again and again. It was not only physical torture, but also Mental torture, although he has indeed benefited a lot...

Dao Ling thought desperately that his master hadn't been so ruthless when he specially trained him.

No, I don't need a tonic, and I don't want to improve.

The little butterfly lying on the cover of the sugar water also understood the current situation. From being nervous at the beginning, it turned into yawning on the cover, and turned around to drink a few mouthfuls of sugar water by the way.

Delicious.

……

Dao Ling's endurance finally reached its limit. Facing the coming attack, he no longer resisted with his sword, but stood in place, waiting for the spell to come.

The incoming attacks stopped before they were about to pass through his heart.

Shen Zhoucheng happily hugged Xiaobai Tuanzi and landed beside Dao Ling, and habitually added a wave of spiritual power to the other party, and with a wave of his hand, he also repaired the other party's broken clothes.

"Old man, who are you?" Dao Ling planned to make a detour to this place after asking about the situation.

Shen Zhoucheng: "..."

"Not old, not yet thirty."

"I am a dragon... this mountain is mine."

Dao Ling's eyes widened at this time, and at the same time, he seemed to be so enlightened that he thought about one thing clearly, "So you, senior, are the incarnation of the dragon veins here... No wonder..."

No wonder this place is full of aura, and the other party even has inexhaustible spiritual power. It turns out that the other party itself is the essence of the spiritual veins, the auspicious dragon guarding the Lingshan Mountain.

At first he thought it was a deer.

In the world today, spiritual energy is thin and spiritual veins are broken, not to mention the legendary dragon veins, which are unimaginable existences. I never expected that in such a remote village, a dragon vein and a guardian dragon of Lingshan would be born...

Shen Zhoucheng heard him chanting various terms such as guardian dragon and dragon veins, and felt that it sounded too secondary, and he refused to admit it.

"No, I'm just an ordinary little white dragon."

Dao Ling: ==

Dao Ling: No, you are not ordinary.

Dragons exist in legends, and Dao Ling felt all kinds of strangeness, so he couldn't help turning around Shen Zhoucheng, looking at all kinds of monkeys and orangutans.

Dragon, after all, this is a dragon!

"If you look at me like this again, why don't we fight a few more times?"

"No, thank you, no need."

Shen Zhoucheng asked Dao Ling why he came, and Dao Ling went to pick up the little butterfly in the sugar water cup and explained to Shen Zhoucheng the ins and outs of finding the centipede essence.

"Purple Butterfly was poisoned by the centipede essence, so I needed to find the centipede essence to detoxify it, so I took it with me and traced the centipede essence with charms all the way, so I found this place."

"The place where the centipede essence disappeared last should be here."

Shen Zhoucheng: "The place where the centipede disappeared last is indeed here, but you should not be able to find that centipede, it has been chopped into centipede slag by me... um...."

Dao Ling nodded.

In fact, before that, he could already think of the fate of the centipede spirit after he came here. That centipede spirit was so wicked, surrounded by death, and dared to break into the territory of the big man in front of him. .

When Zidie in the sugar water cup heard that the centipede had died, she was happy at first that the scourge was finally dead, but then she became stupid.

The centipede essence is dead, so how do I get rid of the centipede poison on it? ? ?

"Could it be that the final fate of my little butterfly is to become a stuffed butterfly?"

"Daoling Daoling, I'm going to die, I'm finally going to turn into a dead butterfly, or the kind of dead butterfly that's all black and ugly!"

Shen Zhoucheng noticed the little butterfly in the sugar water cup. He was very familiar with that sugar water cup. It was the peach lily syrup cup at the entrance of the village, and the purple butterfly in the cup had a large piece of wings surrounded by the death energy of the centipede. Will die from centipede poison.

"Is this a butterfly spirit? You don't have to worry, it won't die."