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Chapter 222 The Ghost (please subscribe)

"Why are you so full of emotions?" Yu Lian was about to continue sleeping, but feeling Wang Ping's emotional fluctuations, she got out of her sleeves again, carefully looked at her surroundings, and then looked up at Wang Ping's face.

"I just met a dream..."

"Dream?" Yulian was puzzled.

"Star Banshee...Dream!"

This time, Yu Lian was full of emotions. She spit out the snake letter quickly and stared at Wang Ping for a long time before she calmed down. Then she quickly asked: "What does she look like?"

After she asked, without waiting for Wang Ping to answer, she quickly said: "Some books say that she is a beauty, a beauty that both men and women fall in love with when they see her; some books say that she is an old woman, very kind, She likes to tease children, but every time she does it, she brings them joy; she also says that she is a nine-tailed demon fox and likes to jump around like a cat."

When Wang Ping was about to answer, Yu Lian continued: "How did you meet her? Is she still there? Where is she?" She completely slipped out of her sleeves, stretched her neck to expand her spirituality, and looked around.

"I can't sense her..."

Yu Lian was disappointed, and then lay motionless on Wang Ping's shoulder.

Wang Ping smiled and said: "What she showed me was the image of a nine-tailed demon fox. It really moved like a cat. She told me..."

He told Yulian everything he encountered in the dream just now.

After hearing this, Yu Lian hovered next to Wang Ping, looked around again, and said, "Does she mean that if you continue walking, you will die?"

"What do you think I should choose?"

"Of course I'm going back. Life is most important. Although the Star Banshee likes to play tricks on others, she won't make such a joke."

"Right!"

Wang Ping nodded, walked to the fire and sat down, staring at the burning fire and lost in thought.

According to the Star Banshee, there were two crazy Star Gods who wanted to surround and kill him. This sounded magical at first glance. Since they were in a crazy state but had a clear goal, it was a set up.

Wulang?
  Wang Ping shook his head, his intuition telling him that this time it was not like Wu Lang's fault.

Who would it be?

Wang Ping didn't feel that he had offended any big shots. All he could think of was the layout of Zhongzhou, where a big shot was most likely to appear.

Yulian saw Wang Ping who was deep in thought, gently wrapped his arm around him, and got back into his sleeves.

The sky turned bright before I knew it.

In one night, Wang Ping went through everyone and everything he had encountered since he started practicing Taoism...

He had only offended one Star God Alliance regarding the White Water Gate matter, but this alliance was neutral and would not trap the Star Gods in a crazy state.

"Didn't you expect that?" Yu Lian asked after Wang Ping stood up.

"Correct."

"What should I do?"

Wang Ping walked out of the ruined temple. He heard the sound of marching before walking out. At the end of the path, the army soldiers and the general leading the team he met yesterday were already in sight in the distance.

"Who knows our whereabouts when we come out this time?" Wang Ping asked.

"No, we didn't even tell Master."

"That's true, but there's one area where it's easy to overlook."

"Where?"

"The gatekeeper!" "Them?" Yulian fell into deep thought, "They are all selected through layers of screening. If there is a problem, Qianmuguan will be injured."

Wang Ping pondered for a moment and said: "Not necessarily, their layers of screening are for mortals, and the person who arranges this matter will not be a mortal. He can use ten, twenty, or even thirty years, four Do this for ten years, so that you can be invisible to the mortal world."

"Yes, but who is it? He spent such a long time with such a big hatred just to plot against you." Yu Lian was full of curiosity.

"I'm more curious than you are."

Wang Ping looked at the marching column getting closer and closer. Different from the dream, the leading general was just stunned when he saw Wang Ping. Although his face was not good-looking, he did not order his subordinates to come up and get the people.

When the marching team walked past, Wang Ping raised his head and glanced at the overcast sky, and quietly submerged Yu Lian into the wood spirit energy, and then used Yu Lian's ability to hide in the river next to it.

Three hours later.

Wang Ping jumped out of the river in Qianmu Mountain. While Yu Lian looked around with inspiration, the two men were submerged in the wood spirit energy. The next moment, they appeared in the clouds above the top of Qianmu Mountain.

In the small courtyard of the mountaintop dojo, Shen Xiaozhu was carefully copying a Taoist scripture, which was her daily homework. Wang Yang was cleaning the garden. Because Wang Ping often went out, the two of them didn't have any big feelings about Wang Ping's departure. Reaction.

After noon, Shen Xiaozhu, who had copied the scriptures, would take Wang Yang to the martial arts training ground at the inner gate at the foot of the mountain to compete with some disciples. Sometimes they would sit down and discuss together.

"You taught Xiaozhu well." Wang Ping praised.

"Of course." Yu Lian is not modest.

While the two were talking, there was a boy outside the garden. While other boys were chatting, he sprinkled something into the garden through the crack in the door.

"Is it him?" Yu Lian was a little angry.

"Lets see."

Soon it was evening. Shen Xiaozhu went to the kitchen outside the garden and ordered a bowl of noodles for Wang Yang. She had already practiced Qi successfully, and she only needed to have breakfast according to Qian Muguan's habit.

Soon, it was late at night.

The boy who had scattered something into the garden during the day took advantage of the fact that when he got up at night, he scattered something into the garden again.

"What is that? Why can't I feel anything? It entered the garden and lost its trace." Yu Lian was full of curiosity and wanted to go down to explore what it was.

Wang Ping, on the other hand, kept his temper. This person was just a small person, and he could destroy him with just a flip of his hand.

In a flash, five days passed.

It was the boy's turn to rest. He happily greeted the other disciples, went down the mountain, and entered a house in the back alley of the town college at the foot of the mountain.

There was an old man without legs in the house. His injuries should have been caused by fighting with others when he was young.

"This is the fourth generation disciple in the temple. His injury... must have been caused by some mission. A family like theirs is our first choice for recruiting disciples." Yu Lian whispered.

Wang Ping nodded calmly. He heard the boy call the old man "father", but he clearly felt that the two were not related by blood.

The boy stayed at home all morning. After lunch, he changed into the gray and white cotton clothes of ordinary people. He first went to a nearby cockfighting ground to watch the cockfighting competition for a while, and then went to the market in the east of the town to buy some daily necessities. Items necessary for daily life, such as salt and rice.

When he got home, he talked with the old man and washed off the dirty clothes. He also made some noodles and rice balls for the old man that were easy to store. In the evening, he helped the old man bathe, eat and sleep.

Early the next morning, he got dressed, greeted his neighbors, and walked straight towards Qianmu Mountain.

"When are you going to catch him?" Yu Lian asked.

"Wait until he gets up at night." Wang Ping was hidden in the clouds, holding various portraits in his hands. These portraits were of all the people the boy had come into contact with during the holiday.

(End of this chapter)