Exorcism

The first person to arrive at the imperial capital was Zuo Liuying, alone, wearing a straw hat and a Taoist robe, walking into the city, like a casual cultivator who was overworked after flying for too long.

The bustling scene of the imperial capital must have left a deep impression on Zuo Liuying, because he walked very slowly, as if he was wandering in his own courtyard, and the pedestrians were just small animals that needed to be avoided in time.

More than ten days have passed, and Huangjing is still in a state of high excitement. Everyone feels energetic and wants to do something. Various anecdotes are spread in the streets and alleys: Old Man Zhang, who has been paralyzed for many years in a certain alley, is suddenly able to walk and run. After a whole day of wandering outside the city, the children at home were anxiously wandering around; so and so's silly son suddenly called him "father and mother" and could not forget what he was reading, making him look like a young genius; a notorious wanderer thousands of miles away Xiu was inspired to come to the imperial capital. A hundred miles away from the city, he suddenly felt ashamed. He fell on the ground and kowtowed in repentance. He counted his sins over the years, then sat on the ground and disappeared. He died with a smile on his lips...

The City of Talismans has become a magical city, and incredible things have sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Now there are almost no taboos here, but no one takes the opportunity to cause trouble. The pedestrians on the ground are mixed but not chaotic, showing humility to each other. The Talisman Masters and casual cultivators in the sky consciously The distinction between high and low levels has nothing to do with strength, but that those who arrive first fly higher, and those who come later fly lower. Some people are more humble or tired, so they walk on the ground with mortals.

The strange thing is that the sun can still reach the ground. No matter how many people are flying in the sky, it will not feel oppressive to the imperial capital.

There are no vacant houses in the city. The casual cultivators and talisman masters who came later can only rent houses outside the city. Some people simply cast spells to build new houses. They will enter the city at least once every day, fly around the Daotong Tower for a week, and then return to the city. If you return to your place of residence to practice, it is said that the effect will be doubled.

Walking in such a magical city full of magical atmosphere and full of strange people and strange things, Zuo Liuying, wearing a straw hat, did not attract any attention, even though he could walk freely among the endless flow of people and never come into contact with any pedestrians. , this little special feature did not attract a single glance.

Only those Taoist priests with equally high magical power can detect his difference in the vast sea of ​​people.

In fact, just as Zuo Liuying appeared on the road, a few miles away from the city, two Taoist priests flew out of the city in the opposite direction. After that, one stayed at a low altitude of a hundred feet above the ground, and the other flew at a high altitude of a thousand feet, following Zuo Liuying went into the city together.

Zuo Liuying felt the abundant mana permeating the surroundings. It was not as aggressive as the first day, and no longer had the domineering aura of life and death. It had become extremely soft, blending in the air and adhering to every particle of dust. It was not the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. , not to mention the smell of uncleanness, it is like a strange aroma and ointment that assists in spiritual practice, making ordinary people happy and joyful, and making practitioners peaceful and less thoughtful.

The moment he walked into the city gate, Zuo Liuying discerned a unique sign among the ubiquitous spells. It was not continuous like ordinary spells, but rather irregularly distributed small dots, hidden among the background of numerous spells. , it is like a few more black dots are added to the blackened paper. Only by facing the sun and choosing the most appropriate angle can the existence of these dots be discovered.

Zuo Liuying believed that these spells must have existed a long time ago, but he was unable to detect them due to his limited strength before. He walked very slowly, not observing the world and people - he was never interested in such things - but After chasing and admiring these small dots, gradually separating them from an ambiguous background, after walking through three streets, he could accurately describe the appearance of these magic dots. After passing through five streets, he avoided a group of After running around with kids all over the street, he could tell some of the details inside the dot.

If he just wants to escape the spell, it is enough to realize this level. If he wants to fight with spells, this is far from enough. He must understand what kind of spell it is - the Taoist spells never depart from their origins, and no matter how high the realm of Kun Chaos is, High, the spell he cast must be an existing spell, but his skills were more advanced, and he could deceive the third eye of the Taoist priest who served at the seventh level of Yue Mang.

Zuo Liuying walked even slower, but it didn't help. He could only do this one step. What he saw in his eyes were still small sparrow-like spots with five to ten spells hidden inside. He couldn't recognize any of them. Naturally, there is no way to resist.

He walked into the street below the Daotong Tower. This is one of the few quiet places in the entire imperial capital. The tavern is still there and has not been destroyed by the light beams rising from the sky. It has now become a place similar to a holy place, within a hundred steps. The residents voluntarily moved out and were generously compensated by the government.

There are also no orders or requirements prohibiting entry. Mortals and practitioners voluntarily avoid it.

Therefore, when Zuo Liuying walked into this street, there was no one in front of him. He stopped at the edge and stood for a while. Slowly, a group of people gathered behind him, and then a group of casual cultivators and monks stopped in the sky. Talisman masters all felt that this guy wearing a straw hat was a bit special, but no one guessed his intentions until someone recognized his identity.

"Zuo Liuying, he is Zuo Liuying!"

The whispers were like wildfires in autumn that quickly burned across the grassland. Although quite a few practitioners and the vast majority of mortals had no idea who Zuo Liuying was, they were still infected by the atmosphere and had a strong sense of expectation, but no one knew the expectation. What is.

A Taoist priest about twenty years old walked out of the tavern. Facing Zuo Liuying, he took seven steps forward, stopped for about half a quarter of an hour, then slowly stepped back seven steps, stopped again, this time staying shorter, and turned around. Back in the tavern, he didn't say a word or make any gestures during the whole process.

The spectators on both sides of the street looked incomprehensibly, but their hearts were filled with excitement. They vaguely felt something. The practitioners in the air saw different situations based on their own strength, but they all knew that the two men had just engaged in a battle.

"Daotong wants Zuo Liuying to speak, and Zuo Liuying wants to keep his Niwan Palace. It will be a wonderful battle of illusions." A voice in the air said, and someone finally saw the truth of this battle.

The sky and the earth all uttered "Oh" sounds. Although more than half of the people have never heard of illusions, for them, spells that cannot be seen or heard cannot be regarded as spells.

"Who won?" Questions arose in the crowd. This question did not require a strong man in the sky to answer. "Idiot, Zuo Liuying hasn't spoken yet. Of course he wins."

It was only then that the name "Zuo Liuying" finally had practical meaning to most people, because he had a story: he defeated a representative of the Taoist tradition in a battle that few people understood.

With such a beginning, all kinds of gossip began to fly back and forth between practitioners and mortals like a large number of mosquitoes flying in the grass in midsummer.

Zuo Liuying's former identity and various true or false deeds have been uncovered.

As a result, the straw hat priest standing on the street became more real.

The second Taoist priest walked out of the tavern. He was an old man in his fifties. He was tall and thin, and his face always seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud. Some practitioners recognized him as Grandmaster Yashan. His name was Shen Zangqi. Word spread quickly.

Shen Zangqi stood at the door of the tavern, facing Zuo Liuying, who was a hundred steps away. He didn't move forward or retreat. He didn't speak, and he didn't hold a magic weapon in his hand. He just stood there.

Almost all the practitioners in the sky stayed, and more and more people gathered together. Even if they couldn't see why they were there like the mortals on the ground, they were embarrassed to leave, because it meant that they were weak and had inaccurate vision.

The voice that once explained the last fight sounded again, and his tone was full of ridicule, "Those who don't understand should be aware of themselves and don't stay here pretending. You can tell by your eyes that you are a bunch of fools."

A few practitioners left in shame, but most of them still stood firm, either begging or provoking, and asking the man to explain the monotonous fighting method on the ground.

"This is still a battle of illusions." The voice was not polite, but he only spoke without showing his face, and no one knew where he was hiding. "Both of them are at the seventh level of Moonlight. On the surface, they are evenly matched, but left Liuying has been accustomed to not using magic weapons for many years, and the straw hat on his head is just a mortal thing. Yashan Shenzangqi sees that the other party does not use magic weapons, and he is embarrassed to take out the magic weapons himself, so he is at a disadvantage in this regard. For orthodox Taoist priests, the more magic weapons they have, the stronger the spells they can cast. If they suddenly don’t use them anymore, it’s like a martial artist who is accustomed to using swords and switches to bare-handed fists. Naturally, his strength will be somewhat compromised. Even though it’s just a little bit, it can determine the outcome..."

This person spoke eloquently, and the viewers nodded, indicating that the hero saw the same thing.

At the door of the tavern, Master Yashan Shen Zangqi took a deep breath and said: "There are mountains beyond the mountains. Fellow Taoist Zuo actually found a new way. It is respectable and admirable. Shen Mou is willing to be defeated."

Shen Zangqi was defeated as expected, but his demeanor was unanimously recognized by the practitioners.

Even the grandmaster who served at the seventh level of Moonlight was defeated. The expectations of the viewers rose sharply, and all eyes were turned to the Taoist Tower. Especially those who had seen the grandmaster in person on the first day, their hearts beat like drums, thinking that they could still get the second one. Lucky times.

Therefore, when the third Taoist priest walked out of the tavern, almost no one noticed.

She was a young Taoist priest who looked to be only sixteen or seventeen years old. Her appearance was extremely beautiful, but she had an air of awe and inviolability. Her voice was so cold that it could repel people thousands of miles away. Even some practitioners felt as ashamed as ordinary people. , I'm sorry to look at her for too long.

"The Patriarch accepts your conditions." The female Taoist priest said. It turned out that she did not come out to fight with Zuo Liuying. "Please let Mu Xingqiu come over. I also want to see him."

Zuo Liuying said nothing, and the voice in the air laughed loudly, "Kun Chao is still better, no, two better. Zuo Liuying won two battles in a row. He thought he had saved Niwan Palace, but he didn't expect that Kun Chao had already taken advantage of him. Entering in vain. If the old nest is lost, there is no point in fighting anymore. Zuo Liuying, you have lost completely. "

This man called the Patriarch by his first name, which seemed extremely rude, and finally made the practitioners dissatisfied, and thousands of pairs of eyes were looking for him.

"Stop looking. I am Lord Yishi, here to declare war on Kunchao, Yelin Town... Ouch..." The voice disappeared, and no one knew where Lord Yishi was.

Zuo Liuying finally spoke: "Three days later, Mu Xingqiu came to challenge the Taoist Patriarch. He burned incense as a mark. If he could not be defeated within one stick of incense, he would be considered the winner. Please ask the Patriarch to be quiet and do nothing for twelve years. He If you can't persist, you should voluntarily hand over all the demon species and leave yourself to the master's disposal."

"The Patriarch accepts the challenge," the female Taoist priest said.

There was excitement in the sky and on the ground.