I Borrowed a Brain from the Almighty

"Hello, who is the owner of this place?"

Zhang Qisen walked to the counter and asked the busy woman behind the bar.

It's a pity that the other party didn't seem to hear, and was busy minding his own business. Zhang Qiyao next to him came over and asked, but the woman still didn't respond.

In such a special place, the two brothers did not dare to make mistakes, so they had to walk to the wine table, find a relatively free wine table, took out a piece of broken silver from their arms, and said to one of the drinkers.

"Brother, can you tell us about the owner of this inn?"

There were three people sitting at this table, two of them were making fists, and the remaining one was watching. After being interrupted by the Zhang brothers, the drunkard in question turned his face.

He looked down at the silver in the hands of the Zhang brothers, with a strange smile on his face.

"This kind of money is of no use here."

As soon as he said this, the drinker punching opposite him and all the drinkers around him stopped. The noisy hotel lobby seemed to have been pressed by the pause button. The sound suddenly stopped, and everyone looked over.

Such a horrifying scene made the two brothers feel a little bad. This place did not seem to be a dojo, but more like an evil place or a dangerous place.

"May I ask what the 'silver' used here is?"

The eldest brother Zhang Qisen took the courage to ask.

"It's fate."

"The cycle of human life."

All the drinkers said in unison.

The Zhang brothers sighed in their hearts and subconsciously wanted to run away. But before he could move, his shoulders were held down. These ordinary-looking drinkers turned out to be like mountain spirits at this moment. The pressure of their palms was like the weight of a mountain, making them unable to move at all.

"Send it to the kitchen."

The woman behind the counter who was looking down at the account books raised her head. She glanced at the two brothers in front of her, a trace of disgust flashing in her eyes.

These two unlucky guys actually have the same destiny as his husband.

When the drinkers heard this, they sent the Zhang brothers to the kitchen like pigs. This is an open-air backyard, and a shriveled old man with all his hair falling out is chopping meat on the chopping board. When he heard the movement, he waved his hand without looking back.

"It's not finished yet, let's put it aside for now."

All the drinkers had already become accustomed to strange things. The Zhang brothers, whose whole bodies were sealed, could only struggle desperately, making sounds of "woo woo woo" in their mouths. However, these people had already become accustomed to strange things. After leaving them aside, they Went to the front room again.

Zhang Qisen tried his best and finally managed to break free a little, turning his head sideways.

I saw the back of the old man who was chopping meat.

The old man was short and skinny. He held a slender bone-chopping knife in his hand, and the blood-stained blade shone with a cold light. From the perspective of lying on the ground, he couldn't see the 'pig' on the chopping board. Zhang Qisen just instinctively felt that something was wrong. He felt that the thing on the chopping board didn't look like a piglet, but more like a human being.

This guess made Zhang Qisen's hair stand on end. While he was thinking wildly, his arm next to him was suddenly touched. He turned his head and found that the person who touched him was his second brother Zhang Qiyao.

Zhang Qiyao's face was full of horror, and his eyes kept pointing to the garbage pool next to him. Zhang Qisen looked over subconsciously.

Over there was the garbage that the old man who chopped bones discarded after killing the pigs. It was a mess inside. When Zhang Qisen looked over, he saw two heads in the garbage pool. Two round heads, the owners of these two heads stared at the two of them with their round eyes.

When Zhang Qisen saw these two heads, his expression also changed.

These two heads belong to him and his second brother Zhang Qiyao!

"In the inn, the life that circulates is the most valuable."

After finishing the ingredients on the chopping board, the old man who chopped bones came over and grabbed Zhang Qiyao's neck with one hand, dragging him to the chopping board. During the process, Zhang Qiyao struggled desperately, but his whole body was controlled and he couldn't break free even with all his strength. He could only watch the bone-chopping knife fall.

A moment later, the old bone-chopping man grabbed Zhang Qisen on the ground again. The bone knife fell and his vision was dark.

outside the window.

The rain is getting heavier.

On the muddy path, two more people broke into the inn with horror on their faces. The expressions on the faces of these two people were exactly the same as those of the Zhang brothers who were killed before. They repeated their previous actions and forgot about the past.

thunderbolt!

Thunder struck, and scarlet lanterns swayed in the rain. The inn stood silently like a creeping demon.

After a while, two figures walked into the rain again.

"Excuse me, who is the owner of the inn?"

The voices of the Zhang brothers echoed in the rainy night, slowly integrating with the inn.

early morning.

Tang Wenyou, dressed in white, was flying in the mountains, his consciousness spread out, and he carefully searched for the entrance to the spiritual field mentioned by the master.

There is a spiritual field in this place, which contains Nascent Soul level spiritual materials. There is a spiritual field hidden in a large tomb. Patriarch Taiqing told him the cause and consequences of this matter before he came here.

The Mr. Weng mentioned by the Miao Zhu is the disciple of Qionghua Sect who stayed in this place.

His cultivation level is not high, and his main task is to help the two ancestors guard this place. After Tang Wenyou came over, he took over everything from Mr. Weng. After Tang Wenyou accepted the mission, the real Mr. Weng returned to the sect to hand over the mission.

"It should be around here."

Tang Wenyou landed on the top of a tree on a hillside, and his consciousness carefully searched for the changes here.

Too much time has passed, and the ground environment has changed, and the map can only locate the approximate location. They had to find the specific location by themselves. Tang Wenyou went to Lingxin Temple just to investigate the specific clues of Lingtian.

Only mortals with short lives will pay attention to these details.

Because they only have the length of their lives to see this. As for the missing poultry, he didn't take it to heart from the beginning. The fate of mortals was determined and there was no need to interfere.

It’s life if you can survive, it’s life if you can’t survive.

Tang Wenyou took out three puppets from the storage bag and installed the spiritual essence inside.

"Owner."

The three puppets came to life instantly and saluted Tang Wenyou. These puppets are all creations of the Qionghua Sect. Their strength is equivalent to that of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and the consumption of their activation is spiritual marrow.

"Look for the entrance to the spiritual field."

"yes."

Under Tang Wenyou's order, the three puppets began to conduct a blanket search of the surrounding area.

boom! !

Within a moment, one of the three puppets exploded, and the aftermath awakened Tang Wenyou's thoughts. He quickly flew over and found a collapsed muddy path.

"Bingsan was destroyed down below."

The remaining two puppets also flew over, and one of the female-looking puppets spoke. As both puppets, they can record the information seen by the other two puppets.

Tang Wenyou flew to the edge and scanned the cliff port with his spiritual consciousness.

Someone who can be the true successor of Taiqing Ancestor cannot be a idiot. Tang Wenyou himself is also an alchemy cultivator, and he is also the leader among the alchemy cultivators, because he condenses middle-grade red elixirs. When the golden elixir does not come out, the red elixir monk is the strongest among the elixirs.

"strangeness."

Tang Wenyou withdrew his consciousness and frowned slightly.

The information fed back by the consciousness is very simple. Below is a valley where ordinary people live. The bombed puppet is still lying below, looking like an unlucky guy who slipped and fell to death.

The Foundation Establishment Puppet fell from a height of more than twenty meters and broke. On the surface, this is the result, but

How can this be!

"You two, go down and take a look."

Tang Wenyou did not go down directly. He attached a ray of spiritual consciousness to the two puppets and gave them orders.

He bought these three puppets just to explore the road.

"yes."

The two puppets jumped towards the bottom of the cliff without any hesitation. The puppet's jump went very smoothly without any abnormalities, and Tang Wenyou's consciousness attached to it did not detect any other dangers. After the puppet fell, he searched around the bottom of the mountain. Except for the blown up puppet, he did not find the entrance to the spiritual field.

Just an ordinary valley.

"strangeness."

How were the foundation puppets destroyed in the ordinary valley?

Lingtian can't give up, this is about Ningying. This opportunity was obtained from Master Taiqing at a great cost.

Tang Wenyou weighed it for a moment, then reached out and took out the magic sword.

With his current strength, except for the few Nascent Souls who stand at the peak of the entire Tiannan Region, he is not afraid of anyone. He has the confidence to be a swordsman who has condensed the red core.

If you are indecisive in trouble, kill him with one sword.

After spreading his consciousness, Tang Wenyou flew down from above. As soon as he entered the valley, he felt a different aura.

Cave?

It does not seem.

The valley is full of fog. As soon as you enter the valley, your vision is affected, and the range of spiritual perception is compressed to one-third of its original size. What's even weirder is that the light disappears. It's obviously broad daylight, but the valley is dark. , the valley is all filled with mist.

"Owner."

"There's an inn here."

Two puppets walked out of the mist. They were not living beings and would not be affected by the external environment. Tang Wenyou couldn't see anything unusual on it before, but it was also because of the special characteristics of the puppet.

"Inn?"

You couldn't see it when you were up there, but he appeared as soon as you came back to the inn.

Tang Wenyou put away the previously damaged puppet, dispersed his consciousness and dispersed towards the location of the inn.

"Go over and take a look."

The two puppets immediately turned around and looked for the location they were searching for previously.

Tang Wenyou followed behind, his consciousness spreading throughout the process.

After walking about a hundred meters, his spiritual consciousness sensed a cold building. This building seems to have been forgotten for hundreds of years. The surface is full of vicissitudes of life. When the spiritual consciousness spreads over, it will be bounced away by a strange force.

‘If it can affect the consciousness of forming pills, it is most likely the Cave Heaven Spiritual Field that Master mentioned. I just don’t know when the senior brother from Taixu Peak will come over. The master said that the key to the spiritual field was divided into two parts by him and Taixu Ancestor, and each of the two peaks holds one. ’

A thought flashed through Tang Wenyou's mind, and before he could move on, there was a sudden rush of footsteps behind him.

"Brother, brother, wait"

Looking back, I happened to see a young man carrying a bookcase running towards the direction of him, panting. Seeing Tang Wenyou stop, the young man's face showed an expression of surprise, and he accelerated his steps a little faster, and soon he was at Tang Wenyou's side.

"Finally I met a living person, thank God." The young man gasped as he spoke.

Judging from his demeanor, he is just an ordinary person.

"Who are you?"

Tang Wenyou did not let down his guard, and kept holding the magic sword in his hand. Keep a distance from the visitor. As long as anything goes wrong, he can attack immediately.

"My name is Ning Chenye, and I am a scholar."

Ning Chenye had an embarrassed smile on his face.

Bang.

While Tang Wenyou and Ning Chenye were talking, there was a sudden explosion in front of them. The two puppets he had sent out to explore the road before were all destroyed at this moment, and the spiritual consciousness attached to them also disappeared.

Such a coincidental scene made Tang Wenyou instinctively suspicious of the scholar in front of him.

"student?"

"Yeah, I'm going to Beijing."

Tang Wenyou didn't listen to Ning Chenye's words at all. He turned the magic sword in his hand, the sword energy soared into the sky, and slashed towards Ning Chenye's face.

If in doubt, take action.

Regardless of whether he is true or not, just cut him with a sword first! (End of chapter)