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Chapter 101 Counting the Harvests (for Subscription)

After Leng Qianhu left, Wang Ping looked up at the battle in the sky.

At this time, he discovered that the reason why no one came to reinforce him was because the incoming monks had to maintain the protective shields of various major buildings.

"dong dong"

After two consecutive thick muffled sounds in the sky, the flames in half of the sky disappeared!

It wasn't that Taoist Wenyang was defeated, but that Bai Zhuo on the opposite side was crazy. The suspended blue water ball was constantly twisting and deforming, and the flashing blue light was also intermittent.

Large areas of the sky were covered by the water spirit essence carried by the water droplets, and then quickly spread to other areas. It looked like an upside-down sea setting off huge waves in the sky. Water spirit spells kept appearing inside, such as ice picks, water lines, and The most commonly used 'acid rain technique' for raindrops.

Taoist Wenyang does not need to take action anymore. He is standing on the top of the highest attic of Daozang Hall, charging the huge protective shield of Daozang Hall to protect Daozang Hall and its surrounding buildings. The areas outside the protective shield are except for the governor. The yamen, governors, guards and other yamen were submerged by the flood in just a moment, and countless people were wailing in the water.

Wang Ping pinched the spell with his hand and reactivated an armor talisman to block the rioting water spirits around him. He frowned slightly as he watched the frenzied water spirits spreading to further areas. If no one stopped this, hundreds of miles around would turn into water. .

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, why should you be persistent..."

A soft sigh came from far away in the sky, and then Wang Ping saw a bright meteor-like light streak across the sky, cutting a hole in the violent water spirits, and a few rays of sunlight fell from the hole. At this moment, a green gourd appeared in the sky, and the suction force formed by the mouth of the gourd instantly sucked in all the rioting water spirits.

"It's Zhenjun Yuanwu..."

Yulian's tone revealed excitement. Lord Yuanwu, whom people often worship, often appears in folklore stories, and his symbol is this green gourd.

After the gourd absorbed the violent water spirit energy, it disappeared across the sky like a shooting star just like when it came.

The sun fell on the earth again, illuminating the dilapidated Changwen City. One-third of the city was turned into ruins, and the death toll was unknown.

A quarter of an hour later.

When Wang Ping walked into the gate of Daozang Hall, everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.

Ignoring other people's gazes, he walked into the backyard alone, walked through the inner courtyard with still beautiful scenery, and came to the small courtyard where Taoist Wenyang and Taoist Xuanhe were.

The Qi Practitioner guarding the gate saw Wang Ping coming and raised his hands and said, "Taoist Priest Wenyang has been waiting for you for a long time. Please come..."

The main room in the small courtyard was open. When Wang Ping walked to the door, he saw Taoist Wen Yang and Taoist Xuanhe sitting on both sides of the Eight Immortals table in the room.

"I've seen two Taoist priests..." Wang Ping first saluted with clasped fists.

"Sit over here." Xuanhe pointed to the first chair on the right.

Wang Ping obeyed his words and sat down, and then Taoist Master Wen Yang asked: "How is the case assigned to you going?"

This question was very unexpected. Wang Ping thought he would talk about Bai Zhuo first, which made him stunned for a moment before he said: "I was about to report to the two Taoist priests..."

So, he reported everything he found out, including Daoist Wenhai and the assassination just now.

Xuan He remained quiet while Wang Ping was narrating. Even when he talked about Wen Hai, he just frowned and did not interrupt Wang Ping's narration. This man's energy-raising skills were simply abnormal.

"Hunt Zhang Jinglong immediately..." Wen Yang looked at Xuan He beside him, "You have to handle this matter personally, he won't be far away yet!"

"Yes!"

Xuanhe got up and walked out of the house after receiving the order.

Wen Yang's eyes fell on Wang Ping again and said, "Don't worry about Bai Zhuo's matter. You can continue to investigate the case. This case... is very interesting."

Wang Ping nodded and was about to say something when Wen Yang waved his hand gently, "That's it, go about your business." "Yes!"

After exiting the room, Wang Ping carefully thought about the last sentence of Taoist Wenyang's words, which was obviously a reminder to him as a member of the party.

"Why do these big shots always speak intermittently?"

Yu Lian got her head out of her sleeves and said, "It's so clear that he's helping you choose. He's letting you make your own choice."

Wang Ping was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at Yu Lian, "You have become smarter."

"All the big characters in Xianxia stories are like this." After Yu Lian said this happily, she felt something was wrong. She remained silent and said with a little dissatisfaction: "I am very smart to begin with!"

...

In the interrogation courtyard.

Wang Ping was relieved to see that Ah Jiu was still safe and sound, and the same was true for Ah Jiu. After all, the sudden accident just now had the most direct relationship with Wang Ping.

"Don't worry about those two people for now. First, go investigate where Zhang Jinglong has been recently, especially when he left the city and where he went."

Wang Ping handed over what he originally planned to do to Ah Jiu.

"Yes!"

Ah Jiu didn't want to continue the interrogation, because those two bastards were really tough.

After greeting him, Wang Ping entered the main room of the courtyard. After closing the door, he first summoned the puppet Zi Hong, then named two grass and wood soldiers, and then sat down cross-legged to recall the memory of the assassin just now.

Just as Wang Ping imagined, this memory was very confusing and was a means of self-protection after the monk died.

The monk's name was very unsophisticated, Chen Jushu. There were many repetitive scenes in his memory. Among them, he had the most memories of practicing swordsmanship and polishing his body at night, followed by the scene of working in the fields and being laughed at by the villagers.

After these scenes, there was a raging fire. He burned down the original village and sacrificed all the people in the village to the false spirit of the 'First Day'.

Then, he continued to practice swordsmanship and polish his body at sunset every day, and worked in the fields at sunrise. He was still in the original village, and the villagers he sacrificed seemed to be alive again, but the atmosphere in the village after that To make it even better, there will be a bonfire party every night.

This village is more than [-] miles south of Changwen Mansion and is called Xiabian Village.

In the end, his memory stopped at the secret code he had given to the other members on the first day. The secret code first asked him to go to Goulan, the third restaurant on Jiudong Street in the west of the city at midnight, and order two plates of mutton jerky and a pot of Goulan's own rice wine. After finishing a plate of mutton, don't drink any wine, and leave on time at the end of Xu Shi.

When he went to Qingjiang Tea House the next day, at midnight in the afternoon, there would be someone waiting for him at the first seat in the front seat on the first floor.

"What are you thinking about?" Yulian asked, sensing Wang Ping's active thinking.

"I'm wondering if I should go fishing again for law enforcement." When Wang Ping answered, he looked at the puppet Zi Hong, took out the storage bag he had just collected and gave it to Zi Hong, asking him to open it.

There are a large number of medicinal herbs, six standard gold ingots, a pile of broken silver worth less than a hundred taels, a book with the two characters "Origin" on the cover, and a volume of skills called "The Art of Luck".

Of course, there are also two captured golden long swords. The long swords are made of pure gold, but they are not as soft as gold because they have been specially refined to eradicate the softness of gold and retain good inspiration. However, Wang Ping will be very uncomfortable using it, but he can let Yu Lian use it. It just so happens that Shui Ling needs a weapon with strong psychic power.

"Origin" should be the ideological guide of "The First Day". It tells the story of how the false spirits they believed in helped Taichu and Jiutian in the process of the origin of heaven and earth. When you look at the content, it seems that people later made it up.

"Spirit Movement Technique" is a low-level exercise that teaches people how to simply move spiritual energy. Wang Ping has no use for it, but it is a good exercise book for Qianmuguan because it mainly talks about how to sense energy. Luck.

All in all, this guy is a poor guy!
  (End of this chapter)