Exorcism

The market was crowded with people, but no transactions took place. Everyone looked at the pier eagerly, asking each other when Du Fangfeng would show up.

In the Qishan Islands, Pingping Taoist Du Fangfeng is even more famous than the master, not only because of his deeds of stealing water from Yashan, but also because of his business status. More than half of the demon clan and a considerable number of casual cultivators sell through him Goods, today, he wants to sell the most precious treasure.

Whether they are humans or monsters, everyone has only one question: who dares to bid for this bottle of water from the sword washing pool. Of course, Qishan Orthodoxy will protect buyers, but once they leave Qishan, they will have to face the pursuit of Asan Orthodoxy, which is no joke.

The crowd was talking a lot, and whenever an Yashan Taoist priest approached, they immediately shut up cautiously. Although the disciples of the Nine Dao Tradition all dressed up in blue robes, high buns, and long hairpins, there were still some slight differences. The end of the Yashan hairpin pointed upward. It is bent like a small hook, which can be easily recognized by those with a sharp eye and can be notified to those around them in time.

Mu Xingqiu looked around and whispered, "Qishan Taoist priest is really calm. No one came to see the excitement."

In fact, not only Qi Shan, but also other high-level Taoist priests from the Taoist tradition did not come. They seemed not to be interested in this kind of thing at all. There were quite a few Taoist priests in the realm of inhalation, who were as excited as Pangshan disciples.

"They are probably all on guard against the sea monsters." Yang Qingyin was also looking around, looking for the strange monsters and pointing at them with Xiao Qingtao.

"Qishan is repairing Wugen Island." Lan Qizhang said. He is the only smoke-eating Taoist priest on the island except Yashan. He has been practicing in his room these days and did not even participate in the war with the sea monster. He originally thought that today After leaving Qishan, I didn't expect to be dragged to the market. I felt uncomfortable standing in the crowd. I glanced at Qin Lingshuang and shook my head slightly.

"Here we come." A voice called from the other side of the pier.

Du Fangfeng appeared. Accompanied by Hong Futian and a group of businessmen, and finally followed by two Yashan Taoist priests.

"I'll offer you a hundred gold souls!" An impatient person called out the price in advance, causing a commotion, and then the bidding started one after another.

"Does anyone really dare to buy it?" Yang Qingyin was shocked.

Shen Jiyi had been patrolling the island and happened to come over and said, "Of course I dare to buy it. Some people want to use this method to please Yashan. Some people want to sell it to us at a high price after they get it. Some people think they can escape to the sea with the water bottle." Go to the demon side.

"Why don't you bid?" Yang Qingyin asked coldly.

"That's what belongs to Asan. We won't bid for it. Nor will we buy it from others." Shen Jiyi deliberately raised his voice.

The casual cultivators and monsters around him glanced at him and continued to raise the price loudly.

Yang Qingyin pouted, "It seems they have no intention of currying favor with Yashan. Hey, maybe they want to wash the magic weapons in Qishan and then sell them directly. It's much more convenient than going to Yashan."

"That little pool water is only enough to wash a few magical instruments."

Lan Qizhang couldn't help but interject, "That's not the case. I heard that the water in the sword-washing pool has immortal power and can be used repeatedly."

Hearing this, some people who were just watching the excitement also started shouting prices.

Shen Jiyi smiled awkwardly and said loudly: "The amount of water Du Fangfeng stole was too little. It is very troublesome to wash the magic vessels. There will inevitably be losses in the process. It won't take long."

Lan Qizhang nodded, completely unaware of the impact of his words. "It makes some sense."

Yang Qingyin sighed, "I want to buy it even if I lose all my money."

"There is an agreement between the Nine Avenues..."

"I know, can't you just think about it?" Yang Qingyin became impatient. Pointing at a group of people, "Is that Du Fangfeng? Why is it different from what you said?"

Mu Xingqiu was even more surprised, "He didn't look like this last night."

Overnight, Du Fangfeng had aged several dozen years. His completely black beard and hair were now half black and white, and his originally inflexible legs had become stiffer. He was stumbling forward. How could he still have a graceful temperament? But he refused help from those around him, and nodded to acquaintances on both sides of the road with a smile on his face.

The Yashan Taoist priest who had been monitoring Du Fangfeng was stunned. Shen Jiyi watched him pass by and asked himself in a low voice: "What trick is he playing?"

Du Fangfeng walked to the middle of the market, where there was a temporary wooden platform. This time he needed help from others, and was lifted onto the platform by several acquaintances.

"I am Ping Taoist Du Fangfeng." He pointed to his beard and hair, "There is a little change, but I think everyone should still recognize my appearance, especially... certain people."

The laughter got louder, and Yang Qingyin turned around and said, "This Du Fangfeng is completely different from what you said. He is neither a big thief nor a single-minded person. In short, he is very bad."

"This is his true face." Shen Jiyi said coldly.

Mu Xingqiu said nothing, but there was a vague feeling in his heart that Du Fangfeng was afraid that he would make another unexpected move today.

"I don't have a chance to get close." Du Fangfeng responded to the banshee with a smile, and then raised his voice, "Things in the world are unpredictable. Even I never thought that I would live in Qishan for more than fifty years, nearly half my life. This is like my home.”

The crowd sighed. Although many businessmen live in Qishan all year round, they always go out. There are also those who are seeking refuge. Although they don't want to leave, they can't afford the high rent and have to flee overnight after a short stay. Except for Qishan, Taoist priest Shan, indeed no one has lived here as long as Du Fangfeng.

"I don't like this 'home'. It's not only shabby, but also very strict. People stare at me every day, as if I'm their biological son, and they spank me as soon as I step out of the house."

The crowd laughed louder, and some even dared to boo Yashan Taoist priest. Everyone knew who Du Fangfeng was talking about.

Shen Jiyi's expression was cold. With him around, even Taoist Pangshan was embarrassed to laugh. Only Yang Qingyin laughed without scruples, "Although this person is a rogue, he is still quite interesting. Haha, spank."

When the laughter subsided, Du Fangfeng suddenly said: "I don't like any of you, oh, and demons, even if you have a close relationship with me."

Such straightforward and rude words were not like Du Fangfeng's usual behavior. The market fell silent for an instant, and they looked at each other in confusion, and then a strange and strange voice said: "Stop talking nonsense, where is the treasure? Will it be sold or not?"

Another voice started quoting, and there was a lot of noise. Du Fangfeng took out the crystal bottle. He held it in his hand and said loudly: "The treasure is here, but I don't want to sell it."

"What? Not for sale? Then why did you call us here? To entertain everyone?" There were rebuke, and the good relationship Du Fangfeng had established over decades collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Du Fangfeng didn't care. This bottle of water had been in his arms for more than fifty years and he had never used it. He had a way to make himself comfortable and did not need to wash the magic vessels for others.

"I've called everyone here to show you who I am, and to use your mouth to spread my name." Du Fangfeng had to make his voice louder to be able to drown out the noise in the market. But with little success, he wanted to regain everyone's attention and needed action rather than just words.

His eyes swept across the crowd, as if looking for someone, then he pulled out the stopper of the crystal bottle and drank the entire bottle of water.

The market fell silent again.

Du Fangfeng smacked his lips, "I'm a bastard." He said with great energy, as if he was announcing the most important secret. "But I don't care. Please tell the world that Taoist Du Fangfeng is the biggest bastard in the world. He doesn't hesitate to do such a thing because he loves someone."

Not many people understand Du Fangfeng's obsession with Luanjing Mountain Feng Ruhui. They were all baffled when they heard these words. Facing the questioning eyes, several banshees and female cultivators shook their heads firmly after asking themselves.

The Yashan Taoist priests all ran towards the middle. He shouted: "Everyone, stay back, no one is allowed to touch Du Fangfeng!"

They wanted to get back the sword-washing pool water, even if it was drunk into their stomachs.

"Look. He's gained weight." Bald Man was already well-known in Qishan. He didn't need to hide his whereabouts. He was standing right above Mu Xingqiu's head and could see it more clearly than anyone else.

Many people have noticed that Du Fangfeng spread his arms, and his exposed head and hands were swelling, which made the smile on his face look very strange.

More than a dozen Yashan Taoist priests surrounded the wooden platform and did not allow outsiders to approach. The Taoist priest who once tried to use mind control techniques on Mu Xingqiu looked up at Du Fangfeng, looking a little undecided.

"Remember me!" Du Fangfeng shouted loudly, his voice became hoarse and even more crazy.

"Oops, he's going to blow himself up." Lan Qizhang shouted this and was the first to understand the truth. He reached out to Qin Lingshuang and wanted to take her to a safe place.

As expected, Du Fangfeng exploded. With a loud bang, his whole body turned into a stream of flesh and blood, spraying out more than ten feet high. It exploded a second time in the air, turning into a bloody wind that covered almost half of the island. .

There are spell restrictions on the Qishan Islands, and ordinary people cannot cast spells. No one understands how Du Fangfeng self-destructed. This is obviously not the effect of the water in the sword washing pool. Everyone can only run away, without being crowded and trampling each other.

Disciple Pang Shan reacted the fastest. As soon as Lan Qizhang opened his mouth to remind them, several people turned around and ran away. Fangfang's hand was naturally placed in Mu Xingqiu's.

Mu Xingqiu was not the first to take a step, but he was the fastest. Using the Dragon Leap method to regulate his inner energy, he could cover more than a dozen steps in one step.

The blood rain fell to the ground, and the area stained red was so large that it was unbelievable that Du Fangfeng had so much blood.

The accident happened too suddenly, and everyone was more or less drenched in blood. Not to mention the monsters and casual cultivators, who had red heads and bloody faces, and were in a miserable state. The Taoist priests could not completely escape this disaster. The Ya with the highest cultivation level Shandao was also the closest to Du Fangfeng, and his whole body was stained with blood.

Du Fangfeng died like this. No one sympathized with him. Everyone was arranging their clothes while cursing. They all felt that they had been deceived. Du Fangfeng was such a well-behaved businessman in the past. Why did he play such a prank when he was about to die?

Yang Qingyin was so angry that she stamped her feet. She ran fast enough, but there were still a few drops of blood on her clothes. "He is really a bastard."

Several bloody Asan Taoist priests rushed to the dock first and shouted: "No one is allowed to leave the island!"

Among the others, it was Lan Qizhang who was the first to understand, "Du Fangfeng distributed the spiritual power of the sword-washing pool water to everyone!"

Mu Xingqiu and Fangfang looked at each other and found that they were among the very few who were not stained with blood.

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