Chapter 152 The Returning Four Saints, the First Female Warrior in Jiangnan (Eight Thousand Words Please Subscribe to Monthly Tickets)

Author: 100,000 Vegetables

Chapter 152 The Returning Four Saints, the First Female Warrior in Jiangnan (Eight Thousand Words Please Subscribe to Monthly Tickets)

"There is a problem? What's the problem?" Yu Yu was confused, with wide eyes wide open and looked puzzled.

Ji Ping'an sighed softly and explained:

"I ask you, think from the perspective of others, what would you do if you wanted to practice this technique?"

Yu Yu said for granted: "Of course, it is to look for places where there are more people, but there are fewer strong people, hide yourself and develop in a low-key manner..."

She said halfway, suddenly stopped, and suddenly realized:

"Yes, Yuhang is satisfied if there are too many people, but there are many places in the world. However, there are many strong people in Yuhang City. Whether it is the court, the Beast Control Sect or even the Jianghu Sect, there are many turtles in the rivers and lakes. Why do he make trouble here? Wouldn't it be easy to be discovered? Once there are too many people practicing this technique, it will easily attract investigation."

Not too stupid... Ji Ping'an said:

"First rule out the option of the other party's stupid brain. Either the other party is fearless and confident in fighting against the court and the upright, but this possibility is not great. Although the world is in turmoil, the various places are still stable. Or, the other party has the reason to have to stay in Yuhang, and it is urgently needed to improve its strength, so it can only take the risk of developing the "downline" nearby."

Yu Yu slapped the table with a white and tender little hand:

"It makes sense! What is the purpose of the other party?"

Ji Ping'an said helplessly: "I am a star official, not a real 'fortune teller'."

The implication is that it needs to be investigated, but the answer cannot be given immediately.

Yu Yu looked suspicious. As a drama actress, the saint judged others by herself. She suspected that Ji Ping'an would not tell the truth and had ideas, but she did not tell her.

Ji Ping'an saw what she thought and explained:

"However, if you want to investigate, you can start from the dissemination link of these books. Someone must be distributing it. Moreover, if the handwriting of each book is different, it means there is an organization behind it..."

He casually gave a few ways to follow up, and he heard Yu Yu's eyes shining and stood up with great enthusiasm:

"It makes sense! I'll continue to check tomorrow."

After saying that, the Holy Maiden in a good mood twisted her waist and headed straight to the backyard, preparing to take a shower and then have supper.

Ji Ping'an shook his head and watched her leave, but his eyes fell on the "Cast of the Immortals" on the table, falling into deep thought.

A magical martial art that should have been destroyed suddenly reappeared on earth... and according to Yu Yu, it started to be released half a month ago, which shows that it happened just after the "stars returned to their positions".

Is it just a coincidence?

"Haha, two incidents involving practitioners were lifted on the first day. Should we go so smoothly... Well, this shop is opened right."

Ji Ping'an thought, spread the martial arts book open, slowly pressed his right hand on, and closed his eyes.

The investigation direction he provided to Yu Yu is not wrong, but there is indeed a way to say it, not to conceal it, but Yu Yu cannot use it.

That is, by practicing this magic skill, you can enter the "sea of ​​emotions" of the "people behind the scenes" with your own soul, and trace the other party in reverse.

Yu Yu practices the Taoist Dharma in conflict with this kind of magical skills, but Ji Ping'an is compatible as a star official.

And, the most important thing is:

With the powerful mind he has lived for thousands of years and has been honed, even if he enters the "Sea of ​​Emotion", he will not be affected by the magical martial arts.

"Let's see who's doing it."

Ji Ping'an's mouth raised, silently in his consciousness, visualizing the "Immortal Picture" depicted in "The Book of the Immortals", supplemented by special formulas and breathing methods.

In a trance, a black air condensed between his eyebrows, which was an evil thought in human emotions.

It seemed as if fog was dispersed in front of Ji Ping'an, and he "saw" himself entering a space of bizarre land, as if he turned into a swimming fish and entered the deep sea.

Around me is the spiritual sutra like water, and above my head is the sunshine like gold, boundless and without a sense of direction.

He looked around and found that there were balls of light floating in this sea of ​​emotions, either large or small.

There are dozens of them, each representing a person who practices this technique.

"There are dozens of people online at the same time, and the number of people affected by the spread is probably 200 or 300." Ji Ping'an felt a stern.

However, in a large commercial city with a population of one million, this person is indeed a drop in the ocean and is very inconspicuous.

Ji Ping'an tried to swim in the sea, but he felt a stream of evil thoughts surged into his heart, seducing his seven emotions and six desires.

Greed for money, desire for women, hatred for others...everything touches the most primitive dark side in people's hearts.

"It's indeed a magical technique," Ji Ping'an's mood was not fluctuating:

"This place is like an amplifier. People are in such a malicious environment for a long time. Even a gentleman will gradually be alienated and become extreme and violent... Not to mention, most of the people who practice this technique are not good people."

As thoughts fluctuated, Ji Ping'an flew past the light balls and swam towards the depths of the sea of ​​emotions.

The closer you get, the fewer the light balls around you, the brighter the brighter it will be, and the more intense the evil thoughts you will be.

Finally, Ji Ping'an arrived at the deepest point and saw an extremely large ball of light surrounded by black air. Without hesitation, he directly "bumped" it with his soul.

At this moment, the light ball seemed to finally slowly sense something, and it was too late to react.

"boom!"

As soon as the two sides collided, they took the two as the center, and ripples spread out and evolved into a storm.

Those light balls, large or small, are affected and convey a sense of horror.

Then they broke and disappeared like bubbles that were pierced.

This means being forced to kick off the line.

Along with this, the collapse of the entire space.

...

In Yuhang City.

In a dim house, a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged and meditated suddenly opened his eyes, his face suddenly pale, and a blood arrow was spewed out, with a look of horror.

The operation of the "Ceixian" method was forcibly cut off, and the entire person's aura was disordered and backfired.

The big sweat squeezed out, and the whole person seemed to suffer severe pain, and fell on the bed, hunched like shrimps.

A face was ferocious and painful. After a while, the pain subsided like a tide. The middle-aged man still felt scared:

"Who is that person?!"

...

Mud bottle alley.

In the Fang family courtyard, Fang Shijie, who was about six or seven years old, sat cross-legged in the room, and opened the next chapter of "The Legend of the Congxian" in front of him.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, a little black air between his eyebrows dissipated, and he let out a deep breath, his little brow frowned:

"What's going on?"

As the "King of Children" that has risen recently, Fang Shijie has been paying attention to the trends of surrounding neighborhoods through many "masters". This book "Celebrating the Immortal" is also presented by my younger brother below.

Fang Shijie recognized at a glance that this was a magical technique and he also tried to sneak into the "Sea of ​​Emotion", but due to his lack of soul, he did not dare to go deeper.

I just walked around the edge and saw the collapse of the "Sea of ​​Emotion".

"It seems that the person behind the scenes got into a powerful enemy? Did the court finally react? No... The imperial court's demon-killing officers are mostly martial artists and are not good at driving the souls. So, was the Taoist priest from Sanqing Temple taking action?"

The little fat man Fang Shijie fell into thinking.

If an outsider sees a child who is only six or seven years old, but shows such a little adult expression, it may be laughing and interesting.

However, only Fang Shijie knew what he was doing.

At this time, suddenly the sound of footsteps approached and the door was pushed open.

Fang Shijie was shocked and hurriedly pulled out of his state of thinking, subconsciously hiding the book.

But Fang Ling, a woman wearing a cloth skirt and an iron hairpin on her head, has already taken the lead in, with her eyebrows standing up:

"Fang Shijie! What monster are you doing?"

As he said that, Fang Ling walked over quickly and grabbed the book. He was suspicious first, and then his face changed suddenly after a brief look.

At this moment, a hint of shock flashed in the irritable urban woman's eyes.

The expression froze, and then there was a sense of irritability and fear between the eyebrows.

She suddenly looked up, stared at her only son and asked:

"Who gave you this thing?! You... practiced it just now?"

There are uncontrollable worries in the tone of the city woman.

Fang Shijie pretended to be submissive, and was frightened and said stutteringly:

"I don't recognize the words on it, just look at the painting..."

Yes, the child was illiterate... Fang Ling suddenly woke up and let out a long breath, feeling cold sweat from his back, and was afraid, angry, and worried.

All kinds of emotions surged into her heart. She suddenly picked up a broom and slashed at Fang Shijie's butt, and finally warned her not to touch these books of unknown origin again.

Then he turned around and left the house, leaned against the door panel, and looked at the magic skill in his hand. His sense of responsibility and crisis as a mother surged into his heart.
To be continued...