Acting Quest: Pin Dao is really just an actor

Chapter 43 A woman falls into a dream [Seeking a collection recommendation! 】

Seeing the light curtain used for spying being cut into pieces by the sword light, the atmosphere on the top of Chiyang Mountain was a little dead silent.

A middle-aged man with a pale face sat behind the table, tapping his fingertips on the table with an inexplicable expression on his face.

"To be able to see through illusions at a glance, and to know how to break the phantom bamboo ginseng, this little Taoist priest can't be described in terms of hearing and eyesight."

A woman's voice in Ping Yuan's body resounded, teasingly said: "Why, Ping old ghost knows it's serious now?"

It seems that women are extremely happy only when Ping Yuan is unhappy.

Ping Yuan lowered his eyebrows, and the middle-aged man already knew the details of all the people who went up the mountain.

Except for the little doll with Qilin blood in the early days of Zhenxuan, which made Pingyuan a little curious, the rest of them were even more insignificant than ants.

But this unfavorable method of investigation has repeatedly hit a wall on Lu Chen.

Under the cover of Yiye Blindfold, apart from being able to recognize Lu Chen's several supernatural powers, Ping Yuan knew nothing about the young Taoist priest's other details.

And Lu Chen showed experience and coping that didn't belong to his age, which made the demon king who had just awakened feel a little more indescribable.

Lu Chen alone is not enough to make a ten-thousand-year demon king feel dangerous.

He could feel that the blow that sword slashed the iron snake demon had probably reached Lu Chen's limit.

Although he has been sealed for thousands of years, and now there is no monster power in his body, he is not comparable to the general masters of the Dongfu realm. The difference between big and small masters is like clouds and mud. little things.

But after swallowing the little celestial master, what should we do?
Whether it is cultivation or supernatural powers, one can practice hard, but experience is by no means a matter of one day.

At Lu Chen's age, it is tantamount to wishful thinking to rely on his own knowledge to gain such rich experience.

The only explanation is that behind the young Taoist...

"Could it be that there is still a Taoist Heavenly Venerable in this world?"

Rubbing the table with his fingertips, Ping Yuan muttered to himself.

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[Slay the monsters in the mountains, reward the merits of heaven and earth: three coins]

In the rolling divine sound, a fire was lit in the mountains.

"Phantom Bamboo Ginseng is sweet in nature. Eating it can nourish the soul and strengthen the six senses. It is a rare good product."

Lu Chen extinguished the fire talisman on his fingertips and said softly.

The two-meter-long bamboo shell was cut into five parts by a peach wood sword, and the phantom bamboo ginseng lying in the bamboo shell was sizzled by the fire, and the fragrance was wafting.

"Hiss, this Magic Bamboo Ginseng never imagined that its protective shell became his bowl..."

'What you said, did oysters and scallops come to mind? ! '

'The crab didn't expect that people broke off its calf to get the meat out of its thigh! '

'Chili: Isn't my spiciness also for self-protection! ! ! '

'I'm on a diet, I've persisted for three days, I managed to avoid eating and broadcasting, and now I'm watching a quest... I'm going to order a takeaway, Lu Shen, thank you so much! '

"Be quiet first, I just want to ask Lu Chen what he does, how does he know everything?" ! '

'+1! '

……

In the barrage, all kinds of barrages are mixed, including surprises and ridicules.

in secret.

The bamboo shells of the phantom bamboo ginseng like jade were faintly blackened in the fire, smelling the fragrance wafting out, the girls sitting around the fire couldn't help swallowing.

Today, since I opened my eyes, I started to move forward, and my physical strength was exhausted. Last night, the three-yellow chicken was almost exhausted. Now I smell the strange smell, and my index finger naturally moves.

Li Zheng did not know where to find another exquisite small bottle, and continuously sprinkled the white powder in the bottle on the magic bamboo ginseng in the middle of the fire.

In an instant, the strange fragrance became stronger again.

'How much seasoning did he hide? ! '

Witnessing this scene, the corners of Du Xingheng's eyes twitched, and he complained wildly in his heart.

……

Wudang.

The young Taoist priest witnessed the scene where Lu Chen shattered the illusion and captured Huanzhu Ginseng alive, his pupils shrank involuntarily.

But after glancing at the drowsy master, the young Taoist suppressed the shock in his heart, silently bowed his head and exited the quiet room.

After the young Taoist priest left completely, the old man who had been sleepy slowly opened his eyes.

On his face covered with silvery wrinkles, there was a pair of deep eyes that were as black as ink.

Looking at Lu Chen, who was sitting in front of the fire and roasting the phantom bamboo ginseng, the old Taoist's eyes were clear, and something strange flashed across his eyes.

……

The black-clothed Taoist priest who exited the quiet room didn't care about the cool stones in the mountains. He sat down on the porch, took out his mobile phone and watched Lu Chen, who was cooking bamboo ginseng in the live broadcast, his eyes changed.

Although Wudang is in decline now, the skills of the Taoist sect are not adulterated.

Wudang is naturally aware of the theory of monsters and spirits.

Whether it is ancient books or scattered records after the recovery of spiritual energy, Wudang has preserved a lot.

There are also records of the habits, characteristics, and methods of deciphering the magic bamboo ginseng.

As a retreat disciple of the contemporary Wudang Master, he was led by many brothers and uncles to recite ancient books since he was a child. He knows the mountain spirits recorded in these ancient books very well.

I had encountered the phantom bamboo ginseng when I went down the mountain with my senior brother before, and I have a deep memory of this kind of mountain spirit that creates illusions.

He knew in his heart that even if he faced Huanzhushen again now, he might not be as relaxed as Lu Chen.

"Where is this person... so sacred?"

In Wudang Mountain, a young but very senior Taoist priest in black sat under the eaves and muttered to himself.

……

Secret realm.

In Li Zheng's daily live broadcast of wool pulling, several people feasted on the phantom bamboo ginseng that has been cultivated for 300 years.

The burnt Huanzhu ginseng shells were piled up together, and several people sat around the fire with their stomachs outstretched, feeling relieved.

Everyone only felt that the tired body and mind of the past two days seemed to be washed, and they were clear and refreshed.

Even Chen Qilin, who was extremely indifferent to everything, couldn't help showing a strange expression.

"comfortable!"

Li Zheng lay sprawled on the ground, his face full of satisfaction.

Lu Chen did not chat with a few people, but secretly called out the Taoist Tianzang.

After all, there lived a great ominous statue thousands of years ago on the mountain.

Lu Chen thought clearly.

Since the Demon King who was sealed by the Human Emperor ten thousand years ago, how could he be a mediocre person.

Now that the demon lock formation has been lifted, the demon king did not go down the mountain to kill them, but was spying secretly, gathering ghosts and ghosts to block the way.

That means that the ten thousand years of suppression has had a considerable impact on his strength, and he doesn't want to make a move yet, or he can't make a move.

Perhaps taking advantage of his serious injury, Lu Chen should be able to kill him if he tried his best to kill him, but the price would be too high.

Therefore, he had to find a way to suppress the demon.

In a trance, Lu Chen seemed to be in a half-dream and half-awake state.

The barren and mottled mountain road was still in front of me, and the vegetation in the fire was still burning and throbbing, but Chen Qilin and the others who were traveling with him had disappeared.

At some point in front of the young Taoist priest stood this young woman in a red dress. The woman was tall and dignified, with her hair tied high behind her head, which was extremely luxurious.

Lu Chen, who was lying cross-legged on the ground, smiled lightly: "What a clever dreamer."

The red-clothed woman seemed to be taken aback, then smiled lightly and said: "The little Taoist is really not simple, can he not be restrained by this dream."

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