Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 42
"what…"

With a scream, Taoist Lu saw that Chang Long hadn't moved, and he hadn't seen him use powerful spells in the previous fight, so he didn't defend, and was hit in the back by the red bead in a moment.

When Liu Qiao saw that the Taoist Lu only came and gave a loud cry, he fell straight to the cloud head, fearing that he would fall to his death, so he quickly retracted his sword and rushed forward to catch him.

After holding it in his hands, Taoist Lu's eyes were closed tightly, and the corners of his mouth were bloody. When he looked at it with his magic eyes, his spirit and qi collapsed, but he was hit by a precious orb, his back collapsed, his internal organs were shattered, and he died on the spot.

In fact, Taoist Lu can run by himself. Although his escape technique is self-awareness, if it turns into wind and smoke, it will be difficult to hurt with a knife or spear, so he can just find a crevice in a rock to hide in.

But Taoist Mao was affected by Liu Qiao's Taoism, and his seven apertures were closed. As a last resort, he changed into a crane and flew away with him.

How could such an obvious target escape.

Daoist Lu finally came to fight like crazy, and he had expected it, knowing that he would not be able to run away.

He simply wanted to survive, but his skills were inferior, so he lost his life and died under the orb.

Chang Long took back the treasure and said with a big laugh: "Haha, this thief is bragging, what kind of ancestor is he, what kind of saint is he, if he hits me, he will be punished on the spot."

"Why did you beat him to death..." Liu Qiaolue was a little speechless, but he was still thinking about his transformation technique.

Chang Long curled his lips: "This Taoist is good at changing, if he is asked to go again, it will be hard to find. My orb is not yet mature, so I can release it or not, so don't blame Master. Besides, why keep him alive, is it possible that I want to take him in as an apprentice?" what?"

"You bastard, I shouldn't have taken you in the first place..." Liu Qiao scolded with a smile.

It's just thinking about spells, how can you really blame Chang Long, such a monster, if you kill him, you will kill him, and let him die easily.

"The main reason is that I don't like such an unfilial younger brother... Hey! Master, what are you doing?"

"Eh... I'll touch the corpse to see if there are any treasures or secrets."

Chang Long: "..."

Serious people who write secret books, oh no, they are decent gods and qi practitioners, who would bring the secret books with them?
They are all taught by word of mouth, and they are kept in mind, or after they are practiced proficiently, they destroy the Taoist scriptures.

Except for Liu Qiao, he carried a copy of the Heavenly Book on a jade plate, which was handed down by Yuanshi Tianzun, and he dared not destroy it. It also has the Taoist rhyme of Tianzun.

So after a lot of searching, naturally nothing was found.

The demon corpse could not be wasted either, it was directly used by Liu Qiao as a sacrifice to the Ghost Bone Banner.

Even if it is not the body of a foreigner, but at any rate, it is a body that has been trained for a hundred years by Taoism and energy. Although it cannot practice Youshen King Kong, it still adds a bit of foundation to Youhun Banner.

.........

Mao Daoren only felt that he had had a long dream, vaguely aware of the external situation, but he was in a daze, unable to move his body, unable to speak, like a ghost pressing a bed, it was very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, there was a soreness in my heart, as if a string was broken.

The brother who has practiced Taoism for a hundred years has been murdered, and there is no body left!

He gave up struggling in a daze, he couldn't tell whether it was hatred or what kind of feeling, but it was as if a part of his body was suddenly missing, empty and collapsed, confused and hesitant.

In a trance, a little picture flashes across the eyes. When I was young, I left my hometown hand in hand. The confusion of seeking the Tao together. The joy of obtaining the Dharma. Happy.

When he was middle-aged, he understood the human nature of things, and realized that he was born in Taiyi's family, with low mana and Taoism.

At that time, the two of them were called Mao Shan Erdu, two idiots whose hearts were higher than the sky and whose lives were thinner than paper.

Until a total of ruthless heart, relying on people as the great pill, tens of years of refining for half a thousand years of magic power, infinitely changing supernatural powers, envious of the talent of the three mountains and seas alchemists, called the vanity of the holy seniors.

Half-dream and half-awake, a fairy with a crown of lotus flowers and a gossip gown with fluttering sleeves, with a youthful and kind face, bid farewell to him, vaguely the appearance of Taoist Lu when he was young.

"Brother Daoist, why did you abandon me so cruelly?" In the outside world, Taoist Mao was trembling with his eyes closed, the corners of his eyes were wet, and a drop of pearl flowed out unconsciously.

He regretted it, not because he regretted the practice of cannibalism and obtained the Tao by shortcut.

Being able to rely on the channeling method of the gods, the scenery is comfortable for half his life, even if he does it again, he will still choose this way, there is no way to become a fairy, and he is just lingering.

Instead, I regret that I was too cautious at the beginning. If I knew this, I should have directly killed a city with brothers and sacrificed hundreds of thousands of mortals to gods and demons in exchange for infinite fighting power.

Why is it so unhelpful now, and I am tired of fellow Taoists, heartbroken, it is too late to regret, and everything is over.

It was like this, half dreaming and half awake, I don't know how long it had passed, and suddenly, my body relaxed.

The long-lost and familiar feeling returns, the seven orifices are opened, the trace of black evil spirit that anchors the primordial spirit is suppressed, and the soul returns to the physical body.

"Don't pretend to be dead, get up and answer!" A dull and thick voice rang in his ears, and then his stomach hurt, and he was indeed kicked.

Slowly opened his eyes, he saw the familiar wooden beam roof, rows of chairs, and a square table with uneaten leftovers left over from the banquet of the high-level officials before leaving the village.

It's just that people from all over went to the empty building, and the cheering and noisy Juyi Hall in the past was cold and desolate.

There were only two of them, and one was sitting on the big tiger-skin couch that he used to have.

A blue-faced, long-toothed man stood up and looked at him coldly.

But it was Liu Qiao and Chang Long who brought the drowsy Taoist Mao back to the village after offering the corpse of Taoist Lu to the streamer.

Liu Qiao only temporarily suppressed it with a spell to awaken his consciousness, but he did not absorb the black evil spirit, fearing that he would use his mana to escape.

"How are you doing?" Taoist Mao straightened his robe expressionlessly, sat cross-legged on the ground with great reluctance, his voice was hollow and hoarse.

In his current state, his body is weak and he looks like he has lost his soul. It is difficult for him to stand up, but he can't stand up, he can't escape at all, and he has no strength to resist.

Liu Qiao asked without answering, "Are you convicted?"

"Crime? Insufficient martial arts, incompetence in Taoism is a crime, don't make noise, just die." Taoist Mao spoke calmly.

"It seems that you haven't repented yet, the demon has lost your nature..." Liu Qiao shook his head helplessly.

But from the bottom of my heart, I admire Mao Daoren's heroic spirit that is not enough to be happy in life and not enough to die.

But it's just admiration, even if this kind of murderer dies, it's hard to atone for his crime.

What's more, when death is imminent, you will still fall into the evil realm, be infatuated with samadhi, and don't know repentance.

Taoist Mao heard the words, and said with a sad smile: "Do you want me to teach you, gouging out the heart, digging out the flesh and shaving the bones, extracting the soul and refining the soul, cooking with oil, lighting sky lanterns, and skinning with mercury? You can do whatever you want..."

These methods were all used by Mao Lu Erdao to deal with others in the past, but now they propose them one by one without caring.

Although Chang Long used to eat people, it was just to fill his stomach. He is a different kind of Taoist, just like people eat pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, not only cannibals, but also weak monsters.

Since returning to righteousness, he has slain demons and demons all the way, wiped out bandits and bandits, and saved countless lives. Even so, I often reflect in my heart that I may not be able to atone for my previous sins.

Deeply regret the past, be cautious, abstain from fishing and eat fast, and completely eliminate the miscellaneous qi generated by cannibalism in Taoist qi. Although the power of Taoism is not as good as before, only practicing a breath of pure and pure qi is broad and bright.

But Liu Qiao ran into a problem for a while, this kind of Daoism is extremely rare, but if one has refined it, it is a great supernatural power.

Although he belongs to elucidation and teaching, it is not taught outside the Taoist sect. The more precious thing he has learned is the technique of refining Qi from the jade void, which can directly point to the true immortality and Taoism.

As for the divine channeling technique, the leader seldom passed it on even to the twelve immortals, and he was very cautious, it was basically impossible to pass it on to him from generation to generation.

Jiang Shang's lineage doesn't have strong Taoism at all, so he can only compete or run away when he fights, which is extremely embarrassing.

If you want Taoist treasures, there are only two ways, one is to snatch it, and the other is to realize it yourself.

How to make Taoist Mao hand over the Taoism of transformation before he dies.

Ask directly?
Seeing Mao Taoist like this, he is asking for humiliation, which weakens his own momentum.

Torture?
People are not even afraid of death, and self-reported punishment, only seeking a quick death, is also not enough.

After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Qiao didn't think there was any way to deal with this kind of hob meat, that's all, asking for Taoism was just insulting himself.

I had no choice but to ask in a deep voice: "Mao Taoist, do you still have something to say now?"

The implication is, if you have any last words, hurry up and say them.

"Skills are not as good as people's. Dao brother has gone. I have no power to revenge. I have nothing to say. I just want to die quickly. I will be with my brother on the way to death, so that he will not be lonely." Taoist Mao finally changed his expression a little. .

After saying that, he said again: "You just pondered for a long time, and you couldn't make up your mind. You wanted my brother's Taoism of transformation, hahaha... The orthodoxy of the three religions is greedy for heresy, it's ridiculous! It's ridiculous!"

Liu Qiao didn't refute it, he really wanted Taoism, practiced to seek Taoism, longing for supernatural powers is a common heart, if you want it, you want it, there is nothing wrong with admitting it.

"Bah... my master has wonderful skills in his chest, and immeasurable ways of Taoism. Whoever looks at your mere method will go to the funeral in an empty coffin (there is no one in the tomb), and you will use a pile of mud as gold and jade..." Chang Long endured it. Can't stop cursing.

"Hehe...hahaha..." Taoist Mao suddenly laughed wantonly.

　This plot was supposed to end in two chapters, but due to limited writing power, I wrote seven or eight chapters intermittently, but there are still many things that have not been described. I feel that it is too procrastinated, and I have to speed up the pace a little. So, You can only sacrifice some core and plot.

　　The main reason for the procrastination is that there are some details to be written, including the description of the leftist mind, but there are still too few, and it still does not meet the expectations in my heart. I am extremely dissatisfied with this.

　　However, the more I write, the more I can't describe what I want in my heart, and the state is getting worse and worse.

　　I have stopped writing for a year, and my writing power has dropped too much. Please forgive me, give me some time to adjust and get familiar with it, and gradually find the feeling. I believe it will get better and better. Let’s stop here for this story, return to the main line, and start new journey.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)