My Senior Brother is Too Steady

Sea of ​​blood, in that palace.

The ghostly figure of Taoist Wenjing floated forward and turned around half a circle beside the Shura girl. Then he opened his red lips and blew a wisp of breath into her ear.

Although the girl tried her best to endure it, there was still a slight blush on her cheeks, and her long silver hair was fluttering gently.

Wen Jing smiled and said: "It's such a good seedling. It's a pity to send him to Lingshan. Not many of the experienced Taoists there can understand this style."

"Wen Jing, my ancestor's sword is an important token of my clan."

In the corner, the hoarse voice continued: "We have surrendered to Lingshan. The Yuantu Sword is in the hands of His Highness, and there is no loss in Lingshan."

"If you say so, I will take it back intact," Taoist Wenjing chuckled, and passed his fingertips across the face of the silver-haired girl. "But whether it is useful or not is beyond my control."

Jingle Bell--

In another corner, a burly figure seemed to be rushing out of the darkness, his rough voice filled with intense anger.

"King Mosquito, what do you mean?"

"That's superficial." Taoist Wenjing flicked his fingertips, with a smile on his lips, and glanced at the figure from the corner of his eye, "Don't accept it?"

The burly figure fell into silence.

"Trash," Taoist Wenjing hummed, then suddenly turned around, his blood-red gauze skirt dancing, lighting up the entire hall.

In various corners, there are Shura figures sitting, standing or lying down, ranging from old to young, from weak to strong, most of them have angry expressions on their faces.

"The Blood Sea Shura is no longer what he used to be, but he still holds a sword all day long and fantasizes about the dreams he had back then.

Have you forgotten how your ancestor died? So what if you have a sword? What if Yuantu Abi is recovered by you?

This sea of ​​blood might as well wither away, so why struggle?

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! "

Amidst the harsh laughter, Taoist Wenjing and the silver-haired girl disappeared.

boom!

A wall was smashed by an iron fist, and suppressed roars echoed in the ruined palace, but eventually, it gradually calmed down.

In a streak of blood flying towards the border of the Netherworld, Taoist Wenjing looked at the girl in his hand, thought for a moment, and showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Forget it, there is no way to contact Lord Poseidon now, so let’s finish the errands given by Lingshan first, and don’t cause any complications.

‘I originally wanted to train a maid for Lord Poseidon. After all, the bloodline of the Styx Ancestor is quite rare nowadays. ’

Um?

Taoist Wenjing raised his eyes and swept his celestial consciousness in the direction of Fengdu City.

Seeing that the group of war witches carrying coffins and playing music had walked out of the gate outside the city, they seemed to be heading towards the border of the Netherworld.

The hooded Marshal of Hell was sitting on the sarcophagus, twisting his strong body to the rhythm of the gongs and drums behind him.

The corner of Taoist Wenjing's mouth twitched slightly, and he suddenly felt that after working so hard as an undercover agent in the West, it was better to be loyal directly to Lord Poseidon...

hapiness.

…

At this time, in the northwest of Nanfangbu Continent, near a large human city.

Old Taoist Lu Ya carried a big gourd on his back and slowly descended from the clouds. His celestial sense carefully searched for the situation in every place in the city.

Perhaps he was too focused. When he was about to land on the ground, his feet suddenly slipped. The dignified prince of the demon clan, owner of the immortal-killing flying knife, and the number one hunter in heaven, fell forward inexplicably.

Lu Ya was startled, but his reaction was also very fast. With a slight flash of his figure, he directly used the teleportation technique and appeared ten feet away, standing firmly.

Taoist Lu Ya frowned:

This feeling, this situation of being hit by disaster for no reason, I... have experienced...

what happened?

Why come again?

Could it be that this bad luck is happening every day? Or is it caused by the demon clan’s lack of luck?

"snort!"

How could Taoist Lu Ya be trapped in such bad luck? !

At that moment, Taoist Lu Ya closed his eyes and carefully searched the situation in the nearby big city. After discovering the adult he was looking for, he used the method of transformation and transformed into a middle-aged woman.

Just as he was about to rush to the big city, Taoist Lu Ya couldn't help but feel his forehead covered with black lines.

The soft touch and slight stickiness on the soles of the feet, the faint 'fragrance' smelled by the tip of the nose...

Lu Ya gritted his teeth, cursed a certain rude beast, and walked out of the woods.

Along the way, Lu Ya inexplicably bumped into two wild wolves who were fighting each other. As he walked, he inexplicably walked into the den of a group of mortal bandits.

Although there was no threat to him, these encounters did put him in a bad mood.

‘I feel like this bad luck is much easier than last time. ’

Taoist Lu Ya couldn't help but shudder when he thought of the situation in the Sun Palace where he almost died while practicing martial arts. He said "Father's blessing" in his heart and walked out of the jungle in a bit of embarrassment.

But such small disasters are endless.

The middle-aged woman he transformed into would be bumped into by pedestrians for no reason while walking on the road. When two children were playing and playing, he would be able to shoot small bamboo arrows into his eyes...

Or, suddenly a cloud passed by, and a heavy rain fell within a circle with a diameter of a hundred feet with him as the center.

Lu Ya was so angry that his heart trembled slightly, but with the lesson learned from last time, he forced himself to stay calm.

He suspected that someone was deliberately trying to mess with him, but his immortal sense searched everywhere and couldn't find any trace.

Finally, after stumbling into the city, the middle-aged woman transformed into Lu Ya lowered her head all the way and walked silently to the alley next to the busiest restaurant in the city. She stood in front of the old man who was dozing on the table at the entrance of the alley. .

This is the place where the senior lives in seclusion.

This is a gray-haired fortune teller who specializes in fortune telling;

A table and a tablecloth with the words "nine out of ten hexagrams are inaccurate, and ten hexagrams are calculated in one day" are all the possessions of this old hexagram master.

"Cough!" Lu Ya coughed dryly.

The old hexagram master didn't even raise his head, and replied feebly: "It doesn't matter, I have used up the ten hexagrams today. The guest can come back another day."

"Yeah?"

Taoist Lu Ya sent a message: "Senior, since you stayed here to see me, why did you lower your head and not see me?"

"Um?"

The old hexagram master looked up, his old eyes a little confused, and muttered:

"Who are you, madam? Have you met the old man and madam?

Eh? Madam, your hall is darkened, it seems like there is a bloody disaster. "

Taoist Lu Ya pulled over the bench and sat directly across from the long table. He smiled and said: "It is precisely because of such a disaster that I came to seek some advice from my senior. I wonder if this disaster can be solved."

The old hexagram master held his gray beard and had a slightly unorthodox appearance, showing a little embarrassment.

"Why don't you, Madam, sit here for half a day longer? After tonight, I can continue to tell people's fortunes. There is no harm in giving Madam one of the ten hexagrams tomorrow."

Taoist Lu Ya frowned slightly and said, "Senior, it's not appropriate for me to show up here for too long. Why don't you and I find a secluded place to talk."

"This, this can't be done," the old fortune teller waved his hands repeatedly, "Although I have no wife or children, I am still a well-known fortune teller within hundreds of miles around. Being alone in a room with my wife, I'm afraid it will cause gossip. "

Taoist Lu Ya lowered his eyes, with a bit of helplessness in his eyes, "Senior, do you really not miss the old relationship?"

"How do you say that?"

The old hexagram master immediately became energetic and carefully looked at the woman in front of him, "I, do you know me?"

Taoist Lu Ya sighed, with a sad expression on his face, but he also knew that he could not force anything. He stood up, saluted, and turned to leave.

"Ahem! Your Highness? Why are you here?"

Suddenly I heard a voice coming from behind me.

A middle-aged man in a short shirt stuck his head out of the window on the ground floor of the restaurant next door, holding an iron pot and a spoon in his hand.

"Wait a minute while I finish cooking this dish, Your Highness, there are still two tables of guests waiting!"

Taoist Lu Ya's forehead was covered with black lines, and his whole body was shaking wildly. He almost appeared in his true form, and burned the city with a mouthful of real sun fire!

…

‘What will Lu Ya do now? ’

On Xiaoqiong Peak, Li Changshou sat in front of the alchemy furnace and thought quietly. In the dark alchemy furnace in front of him, the elixir that was about to become an elixir was already emitting bursts of glow.

At this time, he was multi-tasking. In addition to refining alchemy, he was also monitoring the Black Panther's movements from a distance, while thinking about specific measures to reform the underworld in the secret room.

The Black Panther was now heading towards his own cave;

But what the Black Panther didn't know was that the water demon Miaomiao had already packed up his belongings and left the cave two days ago.

Li Changshou didn't know exactly why. It was probably...

Loved?

Perhaps the water demon noticed that the black panther was involved in a big cause and effect, and was afraid that he would not be able to bear such a cause and effect, so he took this opportunity to leave.

The water demon left a letter to Black Panther, but Li Changshou did not open it to read it out of respect for the privacy of living creatures.

But to be on the safe side, he used his celestial sense to witness the process of the water demon writing the letter.

The letter simply stated that their marriage as husband and wife was over and they were separated from each other. There was no need to look for or miss her in the future.

Poor Black Panther, he still doesn't know what he will face after he returns to Jin'ao Island.

I don’t know how much of a blow the water demon Miaomiao’s departure will have on the Black Panther, and whether it will affect the Black Panther’s temperament...

What is the specific plan this time?

In fact, there was no plan. Li Changshou issued a message to hunt down Taoist Lu Ya and revealed the news to Black Panther. This was all part of his plan.

He just threw two stones, one large and one small, into the demon clan's water. It was unknown what kind of splash it would cause and what size of wave it would set off.

Li Changshou this time...actually wanted to be quiet and do nothing.

It's not that he thinks the 'exhaustive method' calculation arrangement is too tiring. On the contrary, this is what Li Changshou decided to try after he reflected on himself.

【Inaction】

In Li Changshou's understanding at this time, inaction means that all possibilities for the development of this matter are within the scope of what he can handle;

No matter how this matter develops, it will not affect yourself, but the benefits it brings to you will be limited.

The worst-case scenario for Lu Ya, who was pursued by Heavenly Court, was that... he was captured by Saint Nuwa and sent to the Notre Dame Palace for a few "moments" of labor reform.

This is completely within Li Changshou's tolerance, and he can even take advantage of this opportunity to understand the charm of the saint's Tao and improve his own Tao realm.

Looking down at his palm prints...

This feeling of not having to worry about calculations and being able to control everything is really good.

This is also a chain reaction brought about by the improvement of his cultivation level, the improvement of his voice in Taoism, the growing resources in his hands, and the stronger backing behind him.

But Li Changshou also knew that he was not truly doing nothing.

Like the Taiqing sage who has recognized him as his student, that is the true tranquility of inaction.

When Saint Taiqing encounters something that doesn't suit his will, he can easily arrange for excellent magicians to deal with it. What's great is that he can smooth it over directly.

The black and yellow Tai Chi diagram transforms the three pure states into one breath;

At the top of the Six Saints, ghosts and gods are startled by any movement.

The small realm I had just reached at this time was still far away.

Buzz——

Meditating under the glow of the glow in the alchemy furnace, Li Changshou stopped his reverie and poured a ray of immortal power into it, wrapping the individual elixirs inside and slowly forcing out the remaining miscellaneous energy.

Then, the top of the alchemy furnace was opened, and round and plump elixirs flew out one after another, floating in Li Changshou's palm, and the glow gradually faded away.

A faint fragrance filled the alchemy room.

Li Changshou sensed it carefully for a while and was somewhat disappointed.

Is this the limit for refining sixth-grade elixirs in this elixir furnace?

Nowadays, apart from those elixirs and treasures at the level of heavenly wealth and earthly treasures, what affects me to make strides forward on the alchemy path is these hardware facilities.

He can borrow Laojun's Bagua furnace now;

But if you go to Tushita Palace to borrow the Eight Diagrams Furnace to make elixirs, isn't that just beating around the bush and asking for the elixir from Lao Jun? If Laojun doesn't like it or the sage teacher doesn't like it, wouldn't it be a small gain but a big gain?

"Xiao Shou Shou?"

A familiar voice came from the door of the alchemy room. Li Changshou turned around and saw a head with short to medium hair poking in from the door.

"What good stuff are you refining again? Let me have a try!"

"Here," Li Changshou brushed his right hand and flicked a pill away with his fingers.

The head at the door opened his mouth and swallowed the elixir into his mouth with a groan. Before he could chew it, the elixir had turned into a stream of clear liquid and slipped into the top of his throat.

"Wow...why does it taste bitter?"

The head muttered, and the body hiding next to the door jumped in with rays of holy light. It was Jiu Jiu.

Li Changshou smiled and said: "This is refined for Lingli. The effect is to strengthen the physical body. If you eat it, you will earn money."

"What?" Jiu Jiu couldn't help but be surprised, "This thing strengthens the physical body?"

"What's wrong?"

"My uncle, I can't grow any longer! Otherwise it will be disharmonious!"

Li Changshou smiled and said: "That is really a great regret of the prehistoric times... Well, don't worry.

Uncle Master came to get the wine? Leave it in its old position. "

"Hehe," Jiujiu's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he jumped to the bookshelf on the side in two steps and took away two pocket wine bottles, "Thank you, Xiaoshou!"

Hum! This uncle will go back and continue to kill everyone! "

Watching Uncle Jiujiu's satisfied figure leaving in the clouds, Li Changshou chuckled a few times, with a little emotion in his eyes.

Isn't this a kind of inaction?

It's just that Uncle Jiujiu doesn't care about worldly affairs and concentrates on practicing in the mountains, but he himself has to face all kinds of complex university games.

After putting away these elixirs, Li Changshou glanced at Xiong Lingli, who was practicing in the forest, and was not in a hurry to give them to her.

At this time, Xiong Lingli was two times stronger than before, exuding a fierce aura, and the witch blood in her body had been fully stimulated.

Li Changshou has obtained a copy of the Eighty-nine Mysterious Skills, but it is not appropriate to teach it to Xiong Lingli at this time.

The Eight-Nine Mysterious Technique is a mysterious method tailor-made for those with strong physical bodies. The stronger the physical body, the easier it is to get started.

At this time, Li Changshou was only participating in the Eight-nine Mysterious Techniques for the first time, and he discovered that the Mysterious Techniques created by Empress Houtu were not simply a physical practice method. The most precious thing about it was that it enhanced the power of the soul by tyrannizing the physical body.

Li Changshou also decided to try to practice this mysterious skill and moderately strengthen his physical body;

In this way, it can not only increase one's own safety factor, but also enhance the physical lines and strength, increase male charm, and improve male self-confidence. It is simply a multi-effect, rare and out-of-print practice method of the witch clan.

Empress Houtu said that there is no news about the secret of the witch clan that someone sent to her. If she cooperates with the secret of the witch clan that can temporarily increase the strength of her physical body...

Imagine this situation:

[One day, Li Changshou had his head on the tower master and was surrounded by a strong enemy. The enemy tried his best to temporarily suppress, seal or fly the tower master;

A group of powerful enemies cried with joy, feeling that the dawn of victory was just ahead, and launched a powerful offensive against Li Changshou. The magic weapons from the sky were thrown at him, but they made a brisk sound of "ding ding".

The sword was broken, the ruler was broken, the bricks were smashed...

Li Changshou calmly opened the collar of his Taoist robe, revealing his pale golden skin.

On a rainy day, the Golden Body of Merit and the Eight-nine Mysterious Skills are even more perfect. 】