I preach with black technology

Chapter 20

The second floor of Guanglin Zhai looks very messy, there are scattered jade slips everywhere, one after another, only the surrounding area of ​​the rocking chair is still clean, and there is a place to stay.

Lu Yan glanced at the air conditioner box hanging on the wall, blowing cold air tirelessly.

Ying Sanliang was used to rough hands and feet, and accidentally stepped on a roll of jade slips, and hurriedly straightened up, seeing that Lu Yan and a pecking Taoist who were walking in front did not notice, bent down and pushed the jade slips aside, scratching his head and asking Said: "Why don't you let the puppet help clean it up?"

Daoist Yipeng stopped in his tracks, tilted his head slightly, and snorted inexplicably, "Do you know why I don't draw facial features for the puppet?"

A question mark appeared above Ying Sanliang's head: "Why?"

Daoist Yipeng walked unimpeded on the messy ground, and seemed to have walked through it many times. He came to the rocking chair and lay down on his own: "That is the puppet I made after the appearance of the former Taoist couple."

Ying Sanliang obviously didn't react: "Huh?"

As soon as Taoist Peck closed his eyes, the rocking chair creaked and shook: "How dare I ask my former Taoist companion to help tidy up the bookshelves."

Ying Sanliang didn't know what he had imagined, he hesitated to speak for a long time, and said in a low voice: "I'm sorry, please express my condolences."

The Taoist Yipeck waved his hand: "There is nothing to be sad about. She is the Lord of Luoyan City, and she lives in the Lord's Mansion well. Even a sword cultivator like you doesn't understand."

Ying Sanliang: "..."

The clown was me.

Lu Yan picked up a roll of jade slips from the ground, found a free place to sit down, looked at the jade slips, and inadvertently asked: "Since the uncle misses it in his heart, why don't you move to live near the city lord's mansion instead? South and North, the distance is so far apart."

It is not in vain to peck a Taoist for hundreds of years. Naturally, he could hear the temptation in Lu Yan's tone. He "tsk tsk" twice: "It is said that he is a former Taoist couple. How can you young people understand that I am in her heart? Almost dead."

Before Lu Yan could speak, Yipeck Taoist curled his lips: "Turn through the jade slips on the second floor casually, and you can take them away, but don't talk, and disturb my sleep."

Ying Sanliang gestured to Lu Yan: "What's wrong with your uncle?"

Lu Yan shrugged.

Yipeng Taoist has a lot of information about formations and runes, especially the puppet making method, which has brought Lu Yan a lot of inspiration for improving Gundam.

Back then, the patriarch of the God of Good Fortune ascended by the way of a puppet, and Taoist Yichen's generation, only Taoist Yipeng, who was ranked at the same level, was obsessed with this way.

Lu Yan can be sure that Yipeng Taoist has something to hide from him, such as the puppet that suddenly attacked when he just arrived at the door. According to Yipeck Taoist, this is the appearance of his former Taoist companion. How could it be possible for the puppet to act so irrationally and without rules? Posture, just to do a small test.

What's more interesting is that Yipeck Taoist knew that Lu Yan saw something wrong, so he deliberately pretended to be confused.

If possible, Lu Yan thought, he would like to visit the City Lord's Mansion.

"Xiao Bupo, since I'm here, I won't let you go to the city lord's mansion," Yipeck Taoist didn't open his eyes, but seemed to know what Lu Yan was thinking, "Where is the child so thoughtful, take care Read your book, and leave early after reading it."

Lu Yan was not embarrassed by what he was thinking in his heart. Instead, he followed Taoist Yipeck's words and climbed up: "It's not because my uncle always has something to tell me... By the way, my master also has something to hide from me, right?"

Daoist Yipeng, with a drooping face, muttered, "What kind of apprentice did Yichen teach!"

Before Lu Yan went down the mountain, he wrote several letters with his nephew. The words in the letters were polite and orderly, and his views on formations and runes were quite unique. Watching it has given him a lot of inspiration, so when Yichen and Yiwen said that the young nephew was coming here, Taoist Yipeng still looked forward to it.

Who would have thought that it would be so troublesome in the future, not to mention that he had crippled dozens of puppets, the first time they met, the Taoist pecked and saw a few large characters written brightly in the other's dark eyes.

— Make it up, and make it up.

Tsk, Yipeck Taoist gritted his teeth silently, how could he be so difficult at only 16 years old.

Lu Yan didn't refute, and slowly rolled up the jade slip and put it aside, then picked up another roll of jade slip from the ground.

There are some things that cannot be concealed, anyway, Lu Yan himself is not in a hurry.

**

Lu Yan and Ying Sanliang did not stay in Luoyan City for long.

After all, there is less than a month before the handover ceremony of the head of Yigu, and the two of them are going to Houtucheng to find Taoist Yiyue to forge Ying Sanliang's natal sword.

When leaving, Yipeng Taoist stood lazily at the gate of Guanglinzhai to bid farewell.

The whole person exudes a pleasant atmosphere of "Finally leave and don't come back".

Lu Yan turned his head to look at the plaque of Guanglin Zhai.

Under the scorching sun, I couldn't feel much wind, only the cloth hanging from the two large poles at the door was swirling slightly.

The pole is too high, and the thin strips of cloth reflect faint light and shadow on the old plaque, connecting the two characters "Guanglin".

In an instant, various clues were arranged and combined in Lu Yan's mind. He calmly said meaningfully: "Master, you are not suppressing something..."

Taoist Yipeng's heart skipped a beat, and his eyelids lifted, "Tch, a child is just a child, reading some third-rate scripts."

Lu Yan nuzzled: "The word Guanglin in Guanglinzhai is good. As for the master's town, whether it is Guanglin or the city owner, only the master knows, or is it a combination of both?"

The word for devil means to get rid of ghosts and save in the forest.

**

On the Wenchen Sword, Ying Sanliang led Lu Yanan to fly steadily in the air. His brain circuit like a pure sword cultivator did not understand the hints between the words of his uncle and nephew. The natal sword is very happy.

Lu Yan asked him: "Do you know the Lord of Luoyan City?"

"I don't know much about it," Ying said in twos, "I only know that the lords of Luoyan City were all surnamed Yu. It is rumored that they are magnificent and attractive at first sight, so I don't know when Luoyan City was renamed Luoyan City. Take the meaning of sinking fish and falling geese. However, this generation of city lords really rarely show up, but because the rules of Luoyan City have been passed down from generation to generation, and it is a rare city where monks and mortals are mixed, the city lord is more of a symbol, and there is not much difference between showing up .”

Ying Sanliang changed the topic: "Before I retreated, someone told her that the city lord of Luoyan city had fallen into a demon because she didn't show up. As a result, not long after, the city lord of Luoyan city lit fireworks on the city wall to celebrate her birthday. It's the same as before."

Lu Yan was thinking, Uncle Yipeng is very good at the way of puppets, but there is not a single puppet in Guanglin Zhai with facial features.

Is he afraid that the puppet will tarnish the former Taoist companion, or there is already a puppet sitting in the city lord's mansion, as perfect as a real person?

Lu Yan couldn't help but look back.

Luoyan City gradually turned into a small black spot in sight, covered by layers of clouds.

**

In front of the gate of Guanglin Zhai, a pecking Taoist watched Feijian leave until he could no longer see a single trace.With a movement of his finger, the broken silk thread hesitated for a moment, and then rewound around the fingertips of a pecking Taoist as if he was certain of something. stand there.

"Yu Niang..." As soon as Taoist Peck turned around, the door of Guanglin Zhai was slammed shut with a bang. He picked up a high stool, directed the puppets to line up, and took out a comb from his pocket to comb the puppets' hair. I kept thinking about it, "The clothes are torn, the hair is messed up, and there are a few missing arms and legs, Yu Niang, Yu Niang, how is that place in the devil world better than me?"

"Does someone comb your hair, does someone make you clothes, does someone make you a doll, does anyone have a nephew for you to play with?"

The light on the first floor was not very bright. Once the Taoist pecked against the light, the faceless puppet could not speak. As soon as he pecked the Taoist, his thoughts just disappeared into the air.

It seems that the dignified cultivator in the stage of transforming into gods looks a little stooped when he combs his hair.

Outside Guanglin Zhai, two tall pillars still stood quietly in front of the door, and the shadow of the cloth strip fell on the plaque, connecting the two characters "Guanglin".

In a trance, like a deformed "magic" character.

**

Houtucheng.

Ying Sanliang was as excited as a groundhog, stretching his neck and speeding up when he saw only a little wall of Houtu City.

Awow, Houtu City!

Aww, master swordsmith!

Awow, back to forging the natal sword!

Lu Yan looked down.

He suddenly narrowed his eyes, and the invisible golden lines transformed to form a complete large formation.

This is the first time Lu Yan has seen this large formation, but he has compiled teaching materials, can instantly deconstruct the formation, and can vaguely guess the function of the large formation.

Different from the hustle and bustle of Luoyan City, Houtu City has a simple and heavy atmosphere from the city wall.

There is still a distance from the city gate, Ying Sanliang controlled the whereabouts of Feijian, and explained: "There are guards in Houtu City, and you must show your identity to enter the city."

The city wall of Houtu City is made of loess, towering and majestic. There are traces of various weapons and natural weather on the wall. Just looking at it, a sense of oppression hits the face.

Just walking on the road, there are no pedestrians and monks around, and it feels a bit desolate.

The guards at the city gate wore simple armor with dark skin, a broad knife on their back, and a wine bag hanging around their waist. After seeing Lu Yan and Ying Sanliang, they stepped forward and spoke quite politely: "You two Are you going into town?"

When he got closer, Lu Yan realized that the guard was extremely tall, conservatively estimated to be more than two meters, with hard muscles, and the handle of the big knife behind him was black, and it looked like it had been stained with a lot of blood. This road is opened by me, and this tree is planted by me."

The guard also knew that he didn't look very good, so he showed his big white teeth with all his strength, showing that he was really friendly.

Even for a sword repairer like Ying Sanliang, he felt that the other party's expression was even more frightening.

Lu Yan coughed twice, and took out his personal disciple token that he hadn't used for a long time from the storage bag, and said, "I am Lu Bupo, the God of Creation, and I come to Houtucheng to visit Master Yiyue."

The guard changed his face, rubbed his big hand on the armor vigorously, took the token carefully, exchanged a glance with his companion, and returned the disciple's order to Lu Yan with both hands, his black face became more and more "approachable". He said with embarrassment: "It turns out to be Junior Uncle Lu of the Divine Creation Sect. Please go into the city and walk straight along the street. The south of the road is Master Yiyue's shop."

Lu Yan thanked the guards and entered Houtu City.

The guard looked at Lu Yan's back, and said, "So this is the little uncle of the Divine Creation Sect, and he is truly extraordinary."

"Yes," the companion patted the wine pouch on his waist, and agreed, "My mother-in-law has bad eyesight, and she doesn't have spiritual roots, so she can't practice. Thanks to my uncle's desk lamp, hey, my mother-in-law likes thermos cups and thermos barrels the most. I'll give you hot rice, and this wine, I heard it's brewed from spiritual seeds, it's exciting!"

"That's enough, let's show off, I know my sister-in-law is good," the guard rolled his eyes, and leaned against the wall yearning, "Not only that, our young city lord can also wash away another spiritual root thanks to the ultimate elemental space refined by my little master." , although it is not well controlled now."

"Wait," the companion suddenly reacted, "Is our Young City Master at Master Yiyue's place?"

The guard slapped his thigh and rushed into the city.

But Lu Yan and Ying Sanliang were both at the Golden Core Stage and one at the Nascent Soul Stage, with amazing foot strength, and within a short while, they couldn't even find a piece of clothing.

The guard murmured: "...I'll be good, I'm going to be bad."

**

Taoist Yiyue's sword-making shop is easy to find. There is a particularly conspicuous red flag flying at the door, but there are burn marks around it for some reason.

Lu Yan was about to knock on the door, but saw a silver light flashing in front of his eyes, the ground, the wall, and the top of his head, small electric lights spread, and converged at Lu Yan's feet, forming a bunch of thunder snakes as thick as an arm!

Ying Sanliang's pupils shrank slightly, and he rarely called out Lu Yan's name: "Lu Bupo!"

The sound was so loud that even the people inside the shop could hear it clearly.

"Which of the uncle's land is not broken?!"

"Why did my little nephew come so soon!"

"Down the dantian! Restrain! I have read books in Tianyanzong for hundreds of years, and I have never seen a fool who can't even control his spiritual root!"

"Nephew, don't panic! The uncle is here!!"

Lu Yan looked at the lightning that was close at hand, and his palm was silently covered with a transparent film. He made a move and grabbed the lightning in his hand with his bare hands, like waving a long whip, raised his arm high, and dragged the lightning out to the side Dump!

Razer was slammed to the ground without any room to struggle, and disappeared like fireworks.

Taoist Yiyue, who was the first to come out to see this scene, was dumbfounded: "Master, what is Master here for?"

The second Elder Pojun who came out and saw this scene was stunned: "Fuck, who are you?"

The third unknown young master came out covered in electric light: "Lightning King!"

The corners of Lu Yan's lips curled up, and he spread out the hand that had just shaken off the thunder in front of his eyes, and said casually: "The last one, I'll give you another chance to talk properly."