Exorcism

"Persuade me." Lan Bingju said with a smile. She had just declared that she would never surrender to Pang Shan, but turned around and threw Mu Xingqiu a provocation, "In these three days, you can speak freely in front of me and use illusion magic. Use it as you wish.”

Lan Bingbing accepted Zuo Liuying's challenge and wanted to see how capable the Nianxinke disciples were, but she firmly believed that she must be the final winner. "I won, which proved that Zuo Liuying also made mistakes. I lost." It proves that the only prediction I made is possible, so no matter whether I win or lose, I am very happy. I like this kind of bet."

"I'm not in a hurry." Mu Xingqiu said, gave Lan Bingju the orthodox gift, turned around and walked down the mountain.

The bald man turned to face Lan Bingbing and said loudly: "Can I also speak freely?"

"Okay." Lan Bingju looked at Mu Xingqiu's background and felt that his move of playing hard to get was very ordinary.

"Why don't you make yourself younger?" The bald man was used to seeing young female Taoist priests, and was a little unaccustomed to Lan Bingju's old face.

"Because I killed too many people when I was young."

There was no road on the mountain, and Mu Xingqiu entered the grassland before walking far. There was still plenty of rain left during the day, and his trousers quickly became wet, but he didn't want to fly. "Give it a try. Even high-level Taoist priests have knots in their minds that can be exploited."

"Lan Bingqu's heart is tied to Zuo Liuying. Two old guys who are hundreds of years old are jealous of each other. Ha, Zuo Liuying's parents should really be glad that they are not alive until now."

"Do you know Zuo Liuying's mother? What kind of person is she?"

Yang Qingyin shook her head, "I didn't know. Zuo Liuying is a special person, but his parents are very ordinary. I have never heard of them. There are not many people in the Zuo family and the Lan family. I only think about the descendants of the Lan family. Know a Lanqi chapter.”

"Lan Qizhang." Mu Xingqiu gave up on him after a brief consideration. No matter how deep the relationship between this Taoist priest and the Lan family was. Lan Curling wouldn't take it seriously.

The two were silent for a while. Yang Qingyin suddenly said seriously: "I don't like your mind-reading magic. Are you going to rely on digging ** to defeat Taoist priests in the future?"

Mu Xingqiu stopped and looked at the angry Yang Qingyin. "Have you endured this sentence for a long time?"

Yang Qingyin wanted to deny it, but the words she blurted out were not what she had planned in advance, "It's not that I have tolerated you for a long time, but that I have been afraid of you for a long time. Now no one dares to be alone with you. I'm afraid that you will use it silently." Illusion, let’s say now, do I want to say these words myself, or do you cast a spell to make me say these words?” “Who knows if you have a secret trick?

Otherwise, why would Zuo Liuying ask you to persuade a Taoist priest who has fallen into the sixth level of Xingluo? He knows you best. Know that your only chance of winning is the illusion of mind. "

Mu Xingqiu raised his head and thought for a while, then said seriously: "I swear on Dao Fire that I don't have any hidden tricks. I also swear on Dao Fire that digging for secrets is not my favorite method of fighting. I am also deeply affected by it." The harm caused Sun Yulu to fall into a love crisis..."

Mu Xingqiu found that he couldn't speak any more. He could have talked about Fangfang's death normally, but after the night of Soul-Jing's battle, he couldn't bear the grief. He unconsciously gently held his left wrist with his right hand. There are swords and scabbards that cannot be seen but can be touched, and souls that cannot be seen or touched.

Yang Qingyin's anger subsided, she patted Mu Xingqiu on the shoulder and glared at the confused bald man, "The magic of mind-reading illusion is not all shortcomings. When you inspired the courage of the soldiers in Duanliu City, didn't you also have the same high morale? Is it okay? This means... in any case, you just have to control yourself."...

Mu Xingqiu smiled, "Let's first get to know Lan Bingqu as a person. If we can know what she wants most, maybe we can convince her with just words."

"Okay, Mu Da lobbyist, you go ahead. After this success, Zuo Liuying may throw you to Luanjing Mountain and ask you to persuade Feng Ruhui to surrender."

Yang Qingyin said so. She followed Mu Xingqiu the whole night, chatting with every casual cultivator she met, and she was more eager to find out the news than he was.

Of the thousands of casual cultivators, only a few can get close to the Mage King of Life and Death. The others are divided into small teams, with as few as ten people and as many as a hundred people. They are distributed in circles from near to far. It seems chaotic, but in fact it is quite chaotic. According to the rules, Yang Qingyin felt that this was a large moving formation.

The non-resident monks were very respectful to the guests of the Dharma King, and responded to all requests and answered all questions. However, once the topic turned to the Dharma King, they all remained silent.

They not only admire Lanbing Ke, but also have deep fear.

In the middle of the night, there was almost no gain. Yang Qingyin even suggested that Mu Xingqiu use illusion skills to make the casual cultivators speak, but he refused. His illusion skills were not perfect and had many loopholes, so he should try to avoid them if possible. For some reason, Mu Xingqiu had a feeling that although Zuo Liuying didn't give any hint, what he was interested in was not the mental illusion technique.

The two walked all night, and Bald Man was in a sluggish state most of the time. The two did not collect any information about Lan Bingju, but they figured out the general structure of the Lian Haishan monks.

Lan Bingju left Laozu Peak more than 400 years ago and spent more than 300 years in Lianhai Mountain. He spent a lot of effort to improve this monk army, setting up levels and placing bosses at each level. Similar to the weird title of "Dharma Protector Grand Sima", the responsibilities of each level are very clear.

The Dharma Protector Grand Sima is responsible for fighting, the Law Enforcement Grand Situ is responsible for supervision, and the Ming Dharma Grand Sikong is responsible for arranging food and accommodation on the road, etc., everything is in order, just as she claimed, even the Sea Mountain Monks spend more than half of their time chasing the rainy season and confronting the living. No one dares to talk about this quirk of killing the Mage King. The monks are like a group of ants who work hard and don't make any judgment on the queen.

There is a small camp not far from Lan Bingqu's accommodation. There are slightly more people in it, almost 200 people, all in their teens. The leader is called the law-abiding Da Sili, who specializes in training future casual cultivators. These people will become the most loyal followers of the Mage King of Life and Death.

"Let's go farther away. Lan Bingju said she also has outsiders here. Maybe they like to talk."

Mu Xingqiu's guess was correct. Fifty miles away from Lan Curling, those casual cultivators who had defected to Lian Haishan for various reasons were indeed more enthusiastic. He took the initiative to talk about the life and death of the Mage King.

"She would kill at least ten people every day, and she would kill a few more when her hands were itchy. She said that was the only way to know that people were alive."

"She chases the rain all year round because the person she loved most died on a rainy day."

"Regardless of her old appearance, as long as she lifts her finger, all the male monks will be in a state of despair... It is said that at least half of the monks are her descendants."

This news is worse than nothing. Lan Bingqu's true identity has not become clear, but has become more blurred.

"The lifespan of casual cultivators is usually less than two hundred years. Now no one remembers what Dharma King used to be." Finally, an old monk said something reliable. He was an outsider and had been in the monastic order for nearly fifty years. year, still guarding the periphery. "So don't listen to their nonsense. Few of these guys can get close to the Dharma King within ten miles. You only need to know one thing about the Dharma King: She doesn't trust anyone. She allows you to get close. That is your glory, but thousands of Don’t be complacent. You must run far away before she changes her attitude.”…

Mu Xingqiu and Yang Qingyin returned to Lanbingju's campsite before dawn. The sky above the mountain was empty except for a carriage and four horses pulling the carriage guarding the four corners. They never seemed to eat grass, and they looked like unicorns to anyone who came close. The same fierce light.

Fu Hao and Fei Ba were both sent to rest at the foot of the mountain. They were not qualified to stay with the Dharma King.

Lan Bingju opened the back door of the carriage and revealed a wrinkled smile. She was a lonely old woman with no waiters around her, but she seemed very happy and willing to live like this.

"Two little birds are back." Seeing the bald man on Mu Xingqiu's shoulder, "Oh, there are still half of them. You met a lot of people last night, did you get the information you wanted? Actually, you don't have to bother so much. If you want to know anything, just ask me." Lan Bingju looked up at the bright sky, "It will rain today, I'm in a good mood."

The bald man had already woken up, flew around Mu and Yang, and then landed on Mu Xingqiu's shoulder, "I'm not half a bird."

"I'm not in a hurry." Mu Xingqiu smiled and repeated what he said yesterday. He thought that even if he dug out Lan Bingqu's hidden secrets, given the current strength gap between the two, he might not be able to break through her protection. "I'll just I am curious about one thing. This is the monk group that you have worked so hard to build. Are you really willing to give it to Luanjing Mountain?"

Lan Bingju nodded, "The persuasion has finally begun. You can remove the word 'hard work'. I am the most capable, so the casual cultivators naturally came to seek refuge with me. They worked hard to build what it is today. I just Just sit back and enjoy the success. Dao Tong never interferes in secular affairs, but if he interferes, who can stop him? "

"I have a question. w.ansh.co" The bald man said jumping up and down, "Are there really many of your descendants in the monks?"

Bald Man fell asleep all night, but he happened to hear these words.

Lan Bingju was not angry, "Hey, they want to call me mother, grandmother, ancestor, but they are not worthy. This Dharma King has had several mortal relationships, but he has never left seeds. I don't want to give birth to a child with Taoist roots to give to anyone." An orthodox family.”

"Oh, that makes sense." Bald Man suddenly realized, "If you can't beat Dao Tong, why not give Dao Tong a chance."

"Haha." Lan Bingju pointed at the bald man and said, "Mu Xingqiu, this head is better at talking than you. Why did Zuo Liuying keep you here to convince me?"

"I don't know, Zuo Liuying makes mistakes sometimes." Mu Xingqiu still couldn't figure it out. After thinking for a while, he said, "Tell me about Zuo Liuying's mother, who is also your sister. ”

Lan Bingju seemed to have expected Mu Xingqiu's question. She looked up at the sky again, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, "Zuo Liuying killed my sister. I will never forgive him, let alone join forces with him." .” () \u003c!--flag0boxing--\u003e