Suddenly, a cry sounded, and Lu Qian's hair stood upside down.

Once this secret in my heart is discovered by outsiders, I will die without a place to bury it.

After all, Lu Qian is just a fledgling rookie.

He looked back.

I saw a girl wearing red clothes, holding a long whip in her hands, and a three-foot green sword in her waist and hips staring at him tightly.

Two men with sting eyes were followed by them.

The girl is the unruly and vicious Mo Ling'er, and Lu Qian's neighbors are on both sides.

"Sneaking, did you steal something?" Mo Ling'er asked.

Mo Ling'er herself is a person who is naturally irrelevant and loves to play.

Recently, Lu Qian has lived in simplicity and has been hidden, but it has been a long time, so it is inevitable that someone is interested to learn about it.

After hearing someone's complaint, Mo Ling'er excitedly brought people over.

Some time ago, Mo Ling'er hit Lu Qian in the head with a stone.

Mo Liang did not punish him, but just said it verbally.

Mo Ling'er still hates her. Once she catches the handle, she must kill this slave.

The two people next to them were gloating.

Lu Qian is alone in daily life and never flatters anyone. He has long been unhappy with this self-proclaimed aloof person.

So I told Mo Ling'er specifically that I didn't expect to really seize the opportunity.

"I went up the mountain to chop firewood, but the lady misunderstood." Lu Qian smiled, but his hand was behind his back and secretly pinched his fingers.

"Huh? What's this? Take it from the two of you. Don't move the dog slave."

When Mo Ling'er saw the paper man next to her, her eyes lit up, as if she had seen a new toy.

"Yes, Miss."

The two of them walked forward happily and looked at Lu Qian proudly when they passed by Lu Qian.

"Mr. Lu, you're dead..."

Lu Qian was out of touch with the people around him, and he was alone, and his words were not as vulgar as others, so he was nicknamed Mr.

"Is that true?" Lu Qian's calm voice rang in his ears.

The two of them subconsciously glanced at Lu Qian's eyes were calm, and the next second the light burst into tears.

"Spiritual! Kill!"

In the origami technique, paper man is called spiritual officials.

Click!

In the eyes of the two, the golden-armored paper man flashed with golden light and came alive.

A hundred swords dance and dance to the wind, and the sword light is like water.

Wow!

Their necks cooled down and they looked down. The blood continued to flow and their clothes were dyed red.

"You...you..." The man covered his neck, unable to believe it.

flutter!

The body fell to the ground.

"Dog slave, you actually practiced your skills secretly! Grandpa won't let you go."

Lu Qian suddenly started to kill the two of them, but actually hid his strength. Mo Ling'er's face turned pale and her mouth was still stubborn.

She pulled out the long green sword from her waist.

This sword is called the Bishui Sword. Its whole body is like water, and the fish scales are like the waves rising from the water surface.

Bang!

The golden armored spirit official flashed to Mo Ling'er's side, knocked the green water sword away by the scimitar, and placed the blade on Mo Ling'er's neck.

Mo Ling'er also cultivates true energy, but she is not the enemy of the golden armored spirit official.

The golden armored spirit official is extremely fast and can confuse his mind.

In Lu Qian's eyes, he is a paper man, but in others' eyes, he is a real big man.

Even Mo Ling'er didn't notice how the big man in front of him came to him.

"Do you know the next level of Wuming's mind method? Tell me, I'll spare you." Lu Qian picked up the Bishui Sword and walked to Mo Ling'er.

"My grandfather can do magic, don't think that he can use magic tricks to achieve a few times. Why don't you let me go!"

Mo Ling'er is used to being spoiled, and even when facing life danger, she will threaten Lu Qian.

In her impression, Lu Qian was also a timid little Taoist boy.

The golden armored spirit official used light force, and a blood mark was drawn on Mo Ling'er's neck, and blood was pouring.

"It seems that my kind tone has caused you a misunderstanding, I'm sorry." Lu Qian's face with a smile suddenly became cold, and the coldness was so cold, "The next time, the head will fall."

"No...I know, if you let me go, I will definitely let my grandpa give it to you."

Mo Ling'er was also scared, and she secretly hated her heart and had to give in.

"goodbye!"

Mo Ling'er's eyes turned dark and she lost consciousness.

A beautiful head fell to the ground, his eyes staring.

After the blood was dry, Lu Qian privately hugged his head.

He is not the one who kneels down and licks when he sees a beautiful woman.

Not to mention that Mo Ling'er has a grudge with her, even if she is an irrelevant person, she will be killed in this situation.

"No further ado, do it tonight."

The night is dark and the wind is high and the night is killing people.

God seemed to sense murderous intent, the misty clouds blocked the moonlight, and the storm was about to come.

In the quiet room, a white-haired old man sat cross-legged with candles lit on both sides.

Mo Liang did not have the fairy spirit of the daytime, but instead looked like an old monster.

The dry skin like tree bark is covered with black spots on the face, and a strong stench lingers around. No scent is allowed to remove the odor.

Mo Liang opened his eyes, his eyes were turbid and his shape was as if he had withered.

"Ahem cough cough..."

Mo Liang took out a paint box tremblingly.

It contained black and red powder, and an indescribable fishy smell filled the whole room.

Mo Liang twisted a small pinch of powder, came to the candlestick, rubbed his fingers, and the powder slowly fell into the candlelight.

The candlelight burned out the powder, the flame turned green, and the room was filled with gloomy light.

Widths of blue smoke rose and stopped in the air, forming a winding and twisting rune.

“Ahhh…”

A faint wailing sound came from the void.

suck……

Mo Liang closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and his expression was satisfied.

The old spots on the face suddenly decreased a lot, and the complexion became rosy, and the whole person looked much younger.

Mo Liang closed the lid reluctantly and sighed: "There is not much yin powder."

Mo Liang is in his nineties this year.

When he was young, he was seriously injured in fighting with others.

It was supposed to die, but accidentally discovered the remains of the real person. After learning several Taoisms, I was able to prolong my life to this day.

This life-sustaining magic is called the filthy Yin life-sustaining method.

It is made of human hard work and mixed with lead, mercury and yellow sand.

The best practice is generally for practitioners.

The amount of hard work is very small. If a person's hard work is less than two cents, he can probably prolong his life for about half a year.

The disciples trained over the years are all in the small box just now.

This is not a technique of immortality, and the time for prolonging life is getting less and less, and qualified disciples are almost dead.
To be continued...