Mortal Immortal Gourd

The two hadn't seen each other for several years, and they talked in this room for most of the night without realizing it.

Until the fake Zhang Ergou didn't know what was going on, and was swearing outside because he was worried about Sima Yi's safety.

"Since you are here, do you want to stay here for a while before leaving?"

"This whole city is my territory, you can walk sideways here."

When a friend came from afar, Er Gouzi showed his warm and hospitable nature as a farmer, and tried his best to keep Sima Yi for a while, at least to have a meal before leaving.

"No, I'll take a look and leave, and bring back the news that you are still alive, so as not to worry them."

"Okay, then be careful along the way, this road is the territory of demons."

Er Gouzi couldn't keep the guest, so he could only wish him a safe journey.

After thinking for a while, he waved his hand, and a puppet appeared between the two.

Sima Yi was stunned, looking at the puppet's eight legs, and suddenly realized.

"Hey, isn't this your wife?"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's just a puppet. Besides, Zhu'er and I are innocent. Who said she is my wife?"

Er Gouzi's black face rarely turned red, and he quickly denied it.

"You are embarrassed to admit it even though your face is red. Now it has been spread all over the government and the country. Everyone knows that your wife has eight legs!"

Sima Yi has been friends with Er Gouzi for so many years. This guy has loved blushing since he was a child.

But he is so confident when he lies and never blushes.

Now seeing Er Gouzi's embarrassment, it is probably true.

"Ah? They all say so?"

The matter was beyond Er Gouzi's expectation.

What he himself didn't know has become known to the government and the country.

"In the last war against the Wan Yao Kingdom, your wife made such a great contribution. How could everyone not know about it?"

"But you have to be careful. Everyone calls their tribe the Black Widow behind their backs."

"They are very sentimental. After finding their true love, they will eat their lover."

Er Gouzi has known this for a long time.

Zhu'er's "If you love someone, you have to eat him into your stomach", that kind of sweet words still echoed in his ears.

"Don't get me wrong, I gave the puppet eight legs so that it would be more stable and run faster. It has nothing to do with Zhu'er."

Er Gouzi still wanted to deny it.

"I gave it to you to protect yourself and save your life. You can fight with the Jindan monk at a critical moment."

After thinking about it, he felt that one puppet might not be enough. If it exploded, it would be gone. He took out a puppet with a little reluctance and put it aside.

Er Gouzi looked at the two puppets and felt that they were still not enough. If both of them exploded, there would be no self-defense.

Then he took out the third puppet and placed it next to him, feeling heartbroken.

After thinking about it, he felt that it was still not enough. He didn't know how long they would be apart. He could make another puppet. He only had this one friend, so he had to keep taking it out.

However, when Sima Yi saw Er Gouzi taking it out with such pain, he took the initiative to stop him.

Then Er Gouzi explained to Sima Yi how to use the puppet.

When Sima Yi learned that there was a golden elixir in each puppet, he realized that this gift was too valuable.

Even for a golden elixir cultivator, it was rare for him to be so generous. With Er Gouzi's stingy personality, he actually gave him three.

If he hadn't stopped him, Er Gouzi would have continued to take it out.

"Thank you!"

Sima Yi thought for a long time, and he couldn't find a treasure on his body that could be equivalent to the puppet to give to Er Gouzi, so he could only say thank you.

"Go back to the capital and take good care of my sister."

"Goodbye..."

Sima Yi met with Er Gouzi and left with General Chen and the others that night.

Only Er Gouzi and a large group of foundation-building cultivators who were unwilling to surrender were left in the city.

After Er Gouzi's thugs left, he felt a stronger sense of crisis. He has been making puppets every day recently and using up all the remaining materials.

Except for the three puppets given to Sima Yi.

He still had 13 golden pills left in his hand, and he put all these golden pills into the puppets.

When he really encounters a strong enemy, he will use the puppets to blow them up. This combat power should be no worse than the golden pills.

During the period of refining puppets, he asked the foundation-building cultivators living in Hu Lao Mo's Mansion to slowly infiltrate the evil cultivator city.

The identities of these soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were all blackwashed and turned into evil cultivators.

So during this period of time, there were many unidentified foreign evil cultivators in the city, and they often fought with local evil cultivators for territory.

Unfortunately, all the Jindan-stage hall masters in the city were in seclusion, leaving only the old demon Hu who was in charge, and he turned a blind eye to these foreign evil cultivators.

This made the native evil cultivators in the city miserable, and they felt that the career of evil cultivators was bleak and it was not easy to be an evil cultivator.

Many people had the idea of ​​turning over a new leaf and becoming a new person.

Er Gouzi was originally worried about how to send these people back to Da Zhou quietly, but now it seems that it doesn't matter whether they send them or not.

One day, Er Gouzi had just finished practicing, and the horse spirit came to report to him.

It turned out that the large number of undercovers he had sent out before really sent back news to him.

The horse spirit asked each of them to send a piece of intelligence, which was varied, and most of them were daily trivial matters, without much reference value.

Only one Xia family disciple mentioned in the intelligence that Xia Qingshan of the Xia family had a private meeting with a general of the Wan Yao Kingdom.

What the two sides talked about and did was unknown.

These undercover agents were just a casual move made by Er Gouzi at that time. It was a pleasant surprise to have these gains.

"Not bad, you did a good job!"

In addition to verbal praise, Er Gouzi also rewarded a Xuanyuan Pill.

"Thank you, Hall Master!"

"Hall Master, there are many foreign evil cultivators in the city recently. They are very powerful and often fight with local evil cultivators."

Ma Jing took the reward pill and reported to Er Gouzi again.

Originally, he had embraced the thigh of Hu Lao Mo, and he could be domineering in the city, bullying men and women, and stepping onto the peak of evil cultivation.

But the group of evil cultivators that emerged recently were not afraid of him, so he could not domineering, and he was very unhappy.

"Hehehe..."

"It's a good thing to have foreign evil cultivators. If we want to be bigger and stronger, we must constantly absorb fresh blood and let more people integrate in."

In fact, this is the usual practice of the evil cultivation city. Absorbing a large number of evil cultivators is like raising Gu, the weak are eaten by the strong, and only the strongest are left.

"But I found that these people don't look like evil cultivators, but rather look a bit like righteous cultivators."

"Oh? How did you tell that?"

Er Gouzi was also very curious, not knowing where he had given away his identity.

"They don't rob the weak, and rarely kill people."

"On my way here, I saw an outsider evil cultivator who accidentally knocked down a peddler's load.

This person didn't insult the peddler, but said sorry, and finally helped the peddler to lift up his load."

In the eyes of Ma Jing, it was simply unimaginable that a strong person would say sorry to a weak person in the world?

After hearing this, Er Gouzi pondered for a while.

Indeed, if you want to completely infiltrate the evil cultivator city, there are still many things to pay attention to.

"Hehehe..."

Er Gouzi laughed dryly. He still had to help cover up this kind of thing.

He was also a person who read the books of sages, and it was not difficult for him to say that white was black.

"You have followed me for so long, but you are still too superficial and only look at the surface!"

"The sage said: Great wisdom appears foolish, great treachery appears loyal."

"The more treacherous and evil a person is, the more honest he appears."

"I have a friend like this, who appears to be very honest.

He was an official in the Great Zhou Dynasty, never greedy for money, and was regarded as a great official by the local people.

In the end, he ate up all the people who loved him, and also ate up the people of several surrounding counties."

"So when you are an evil cultivator, you can't be too superficial. You should learn more from other predecessors and read more books of sages!"

The horse spirit was deeply shocked when he heard this, and he had already admired the evil cultivator.

"I understand, I will go to the streets to do good deeds tomorrow."

"But what if I do good things and no one sees me?"

"Hehehe..."

"You are really a rotten wood that cannot be carved!"

"What good deeds can you do if no one sees you!"