The tall monk who had stripped his body quietly stared at the Nascent Soul monk who appeared in front of him.

Open your mouth.

Black and red steam gushes out.

Wu Zhu never dodges or avoids.

The eyes filled with honeycomb crystals are full of surprise and expectation.

He thought that the next moment, the news he wanted to know would come out of the monk's mouth.

However, he was destined to be disappointed.

Tushanjun lowered his eyes and said nothing.

The old devil is not good at lying and rarely tells lies.

Maybe a lie is harmless and can even be considered as comfort and turn into relief.

However, he still didn't want to say it, he didn't want to live up to this expectation, even if he was just a stranger, it made it difficult for him to tell a fabricated lie.

Therefore, he could only remain silent.

It is always heavy to say nothing.

It is also easy to misunderstand.

"Where did it come from? Who taught you?"

Wu Zhu stared at the old devil.

All he got in response was a long silence.

Even though the monk in front of him opened his mouth and rolled his throat, no words came out.

The anticipation in Wu Zhu's eyes did not dim.

He was still clutching the broken body of the soul clone tightly, as if as long as he held on tightly, the physical body of the monk in front of him would not collapse.

As long as the physical body does not collapse, there will always be news.

Tu Shanjun did not pretend to be generous and say "he understands". The emotions in this world may be similar but not the same. No one can fully understand anyone. For people like them, saying some innocuous words and pretending to have deep sympathy and understanding,

It's better to tell them the truth.

But he couldn't tell the truth.

How to deal with it?

silence.

Until flesh and blood turn into porcelain.

boom.

The body of the soldier turned into a majestic evil spirit.

As gorgeous as fireworks.

Bang!

The iron sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

…

"and after?"

Xu Sanniang looked inquisitive and curious, as if she wanted to continue listening to the black-robed monk in front of her.

The needlework in her hands did not drop at all.

Under the oil lamp.

Tu Shanjun came back to his senses, smiled and said: "I have freed the demonized body. Who knows what will happen next? I'll just ask Zhong Han later."

"At least for now, if we catch the awakened Xiong Ran, we don't have to worry about the follow-up matters, and we can clear your suspicion."

"That man is still a good master."

Xu Sanniang said while tying the thread.

"When I met them, there was a killer with a remnant soul... There is no difference between a Yibo disciple and a son." Tu Shanjun sighed.

"There is still a difference."

"You can have a son no matter what, but it's hard to find a direct disciple."

"Yes." Tu Shanjun nodded slightly.

It is quite easy for practitioners to have children, but they cannot control the children's spiritual abilities.

And having children is harmful to yourself.

The powerful monks all lock their elixirs in place, and whether they are men or women, they take out a part of themselves and combine them into a new life.

After all, the son is related by blood, no matter how bad it is, he has to take care of it. Whether the direct disciple is chosen by himself or by fate, it is quite difficult to find a satisfactory one. After all, if there is no blood relationship, if you want to form a deep friendship, you need more skills.

pay.

It is not difficult to guess that it is also because of the helplessness of losing one's own efforts, so it is inevitable to find an outlet to vent.

Therefore, the organization became Kuretake's target.

It's not that Tu Shanjun speculates on others with malicious intent, but that he himself sometimes thinks so.

If a disciple who has invested time, energy, and hope is suddenly killed, or dies due to unpredictable fate, he will also be angry and look for a target to vent his anger on.

However, because he has been implicated before, he is unwilling to raise the butcher's knife to face the helpless common people. Maybe the people are both good and evil, and he can only deal with what is in front of him.

"Sword, I didn't bring it back."

Xu Sanniang smiled sweetly and said: "Dead things are not as important as living people."

Speaking of the sword, Xu Sanniang muttered: "If the case ends like this, it's not good to delay it on this basis. I'm afraid the Pei family won't let it go."

"You want to go back?"

"Go back where."

"Mr. Pei."

"I am the third eldest child in my family, and I have two older brothers."

"What about them?"

"have no idea."

Tu Shanjun remained silent.

In fact, he had no expectations about returning from the beginning. There are advantages and disadvantages to a big family. Those ancestors who are highly cultivated are usually unwilling to take care of things. They are more dedicated to practice.

Those in charge are usually monks with mediocre talents. Such monks have a common problem: they have a strong desire to control.

This does not mean that Gao Xiu Ancestor is harmless.

Ancestor is more dangerous.

Once they take action, they will start to lay out their own plans.

This can no longer be said to be a desire to control, but to use all sentient beings as pawns to help him achieve enlightenment.

Tushanjun also experienced a lot.

None of those highly cultivated and powerful people is good at anything.

"My father and Mrs. Pei have an agreement that the third child will change his surname back to his original name, and I will be the third."

Xu Sanniang continued: "Pei didn't make things difficult for me. She just asked me to marry my cousin. I didn't want to, so I ran away from Pei and came to Tianji City to work as a steward."

Tu Shanjun said: "It's just their temptation."

"Actually, it's for the Taoist body."

"It's okay that you didn't activate your Tao body before, but now you need to race against time."

"Only strength is the foundation for a stable life."

"How to do?"

"Practice."

"Too slow." Xu Sanniang shook her head slightly.

"What do you think?"

"Exercise the magical power of the Tao body."

Tu Shanjun immediately shook his head.

It is better to borrow his power than to borrow the power from the future in the dream. At least Xu Sanniang's magic power can support the avatar body of a higher realm to walk out of the Soul Banner.

I don’t know if the power borrowed from the Butterfly Dream Dao Body is short-lived or will always exist, but it will certainly not exceed itself by much.

Such methods must not be used until the last moment.
To be continued...