I preach with black technology

Chapter 7

Of course, in the end, the crane did not become a big dish on the big dinner.

The atmosphere in the Divine Creation Sect was the same as usual. The disciples were frying pots and cultivating. There was no New Year's atmosphere. Instead, a Taoist made a pot of tea at Xianzhao Peak and talked with Yichen Daoist for two rounds , Waiting for Lu Yan and the others to come back.

Taoist Yichen is a stinky chess player. When Lu Yan entered the door, he moved his nose and smelled the long-lost food aroma. At that time, Taoist Yichen was cheating on the chessboard. He regretted his failure and deliberately messed up the chessboard. Seeing the little apprentice come in, It was only after a long time that he picked up the dignity that belonged to the master, and cleared his throat pretending to be serious: "Is Bupo back?"

As soon as he asked, the man put away the chessboard and opened the table. His long white hair was loosely tied up, and he looked over with his unfocused eyes, and said with a smile, "I think Xiaobupo might be a little bit of a mortal when he started his first year. According to the habit, I bought some vegetables and waited for you at the senior brother's side."

There are not many dishes, but they are delicious in color and fragrance, and they are kept warm with formations, which are similar to when they were just out of the pot. It is enough for Lu Yan to have a good tooth-making ceremony and comfort him from the emptiness caused by knocking Bigu Dan.

Lu Yan climbed onto the chair, took a deep breath, and let out a sigh of satisfaction. The child's eyebrows were curved, and he asked crisply: "Ask the uncle, do you think you still lack apprentices?"

Taoist Yichen picked up the tea: "...Pfft!"

When asked, the man smiled and did not refuse: "It depends on whether the senior brother wants to give up love or not."

Taoist Yichen put down his teacup heavily, and dug Lao Gao with his beard: "Don't cut it, don't cut it, it's fine if that old man in Yigu wants to dig my wall, why don't you join in the fun!"

Sure enough, the old saying is good, fire prevention, theft prevention and junior brother!

Fu Yi was carrying a ball at the back, glanced at the dishes on the table, put the ball down and kicked it, with a bit of regret in his tone: "Tsk, I won't be able to eat crane meat anymore."

Xianhe had already woken up on the way back, feeling the aura of several powerful people in the house. At this time, he closed his eyes tightly and pretended that he was still in a coma. He kicked his paws uncontrollably, and couldn't wait to get out of everyone's sight.

Daoist Yichen's eyes lit up, and he was pleasantly surprised: "The outer layer of the spirit-binding talisman does not seem to have strong spiritual power, but it is very complete and there is no error, isn't it broken?"

With his mouth full, Lu Yan said, "I learned it from Er Ji!"

Fu Yi added: "Meng Ji only drew it once, and I wrote it down."

The role of the spirit-binding talisman is to make everything return to its true nature. For example, the crane directly returned to its original form. This rune is relatively delicate. The disciples of the Divine Creation Sect will only contact it after the foundation is established. It may not be successful. Lu Yan just looked at it. Once, he drew a complete spirit-binding talisman with his cultivation in the Qi refining period, and he succeeded. His talent is really extraordinary.

Taoist Yichen added food to Lu Yan cherishingly, and proudly said: "I have a good eye!"

"Huh? It's the breath of the lightning-charming talisman, the handwriting of Mengji," the man asked what he noticed. He, the master nephew, is a slow-tempered person, and under normal circumstances, he wouldn't strike so hard. "What happened when you went down the mountain?"

Shen Mengji has been connected to the Internet all the time. Hearing this, he pointed out: "He wants to kill my junior uncle!"

"Ok?"

Daoist Yichen's joy was suddenly interrupted. He put down his chopsticks, his eyes were like knives, and the majestic pressure fell on the crane like a mountain. He could even see the distorted air with his naked eyes. He said slowly: Little demon."

Immortal Crane didn't care about pretending at this time, the coercion of the god transformation stage was not something that a mere 500-year-old demon cultivator could resist, he stuck out his mouth forcefully, chirped twice, and said with difficulty: "It's all... Misunderstand!"

Lu Yan took out the pen from his bosom, and said simply: "It is indeed a misunderstanding. This pen has the aura of a wolf king. Big Bird thought I was a wolf king, so he did it."

As soon as he asked about the pen made by himself, he naturally knew who the wolf king was: "Animation against Xun Cang?"

Taoist Yichen sneered: "What a misunderstanding, that wolf king has been cultivated for more than 3000 years, and a 500-year-old little monster can't do a single move in his hands. How dare he kill someone!"

The person who asked the question nodded in agreement: "That's right. In my heyday, I had to be fully prepared to get a little bargain."

Demon cultivators are really against the sky, every big monster has a lot of bones behind him, especially that is a wolf king, in the pack of wolves who will die if they don't fight, and will die if they fight, I don't know how many of the same kind are practicing to this location.

The crane breathed heavily, and the entire bird's feathers were soaked in cold sweat.

He tried his best to recall his state at that time, from inexplicably smelling Xun Cang's scent, to killing him without hesitation, there seemed to be no plan in the middle, and his mind was full of revenge on Xun Cang and his Taoist couple.

It's like being controlled by some instinct.

As soon as the inquiring person put out a copper coin, the thumb bounced the copper coin up, and it spun and slowly fell down.

"Crack."

The copper coin split into two in mid-air, and fell powerlessly, making two dull sounds.

Taoist Yichen frowned: "Junior brother!"

As soon as he asked, the man let out a muffled snort, calmed the blood in his body, waved his hands and said, "It's nothing."

Fu Yi picked up the copper coin that was split in two, the incision was very neat, as if it was cut by something extremely sharp.

This is one of the thirteen copper coins commonly used by Yiwenren for divination. It has been used for hundreds of years, and it is covered with Yiwenren's spiritual power, which is equivalent to a natal magic weapon.

It even shattered without warning.

But in this room, the one with the highest level of cultivation is Taoist Yichen in the stage of transforming gods, and there are few people in the cultivation world who can hide from Taoist Yichen's spiritual consciousness to do tricks.

There must be something wrong with this!

"Clang!"

Lu Yan froze suddenly while picking something up, and the chopsticks in his hand fell on the porcelain plate, which aroused everyone's attention.

"Is it small?"

Lu Yan slowly raised his head, and looked straight into the depths of a Taoist's dull eyes: "Master, there is something in your eyes."

When asked, the man stroked the corner of his eyes: "What did Xiao Bupo see?"

Lu Yan murmured: "Confinement."

The looming purple light surrounds the golden formation, and the two seem to be intertwined for a long time, regardless of you and me.

At the moment when the copper coin shattered just now, no one could see it except Lu Yan. The purple thread was tightly wrapped around the golden formation like a snake.

Lu Yan was stunned by the purple light and shed two lines of tears. His lips were pale, his body swayed, a mouthful of blood spewed out and fell on the white Taoist robe, his eyes widened and he fell to the side.

"Small not broken!"

"Little Junior Brother!"

Daoist Yichen's heart skipped a beat, he no longer cared about the crane, put away the coercion, and took Lu Yan into his arms: "I won't break it!"

There was blood on the corner of the child's mouth, and he was lying quietly in the arms of Taoist Yichen with his eyes closed, unconscious.

**

Lu Yan had a dream.

In the dream, it was pure white, and there was a faint golden light flowing in the white. He seemed to have grown up overnight.

Lu Yan wanted to explore this world, but as soon as he took a step, he felt something fell on his leg.

A two or three-year-old child was wearing a red bellyband, who looked like a doll in a New Year painting, with all four limbs tightly hugging Lu Yan's thigh.

Lu Yan lowered his head.

The little doll's eyes were red, and she was crying loudly, hiccupping while crying: "Do you know how hard it is for me to get you here hiccup, I'm already like this woooooooooooo, I can't hold on if you don't come here hiccup!"

Lu Yan couldn't understand, and his brain was buzzing from crying, so he could only hug the baby up, pretending to be serious and said: "Try crying again!"

"Hic!" The little baby covered her mouth with her small fleshy hands, tears gathered in her eyes, big and big ones fell down, and finally couldn't hold back, "Wow - even you bully me!"

Lu Yan: "..."

Where did the brat come from!

The little baby finally finished crying. He lifted his apron to wipe away his tears. One big and one small sat down cross-legged. The little baby pouted and sniffed: "You have to be careful."

Lu Yan felt baffled, but felt a little relieved for no reason: "What are you careful about?"

The little baby looked serious: "I can't hold 'it' any longer, but you are still young, 'it' can't do anything to you."

Lu Yan grabbed the little baby's chubby face and asked with interest: "What if 'it' does something to me?"

"Wo...Wo will protect you!" The little baby didn't resist being pulled, pointed a finger at herself, and said inarticulately, "But I'm already like this, you can't just rely on me. "

Lu Yan rubbed the child's face and said, "Then what should I do?"

The little baby crossed her arms and looked at the grown-up Lu Yan beside her: "It's not too late, just let nature take its course, you will know how to do it, I trust you~"

Lu Yan pressed the little baby's head with one hand, and laughed loudly: "You are a big kid."

Like a cat that has stepped on its tail, the little doll bared its teeth and waved its teeth and paws: "Bah, you are so young, I am many, many, many years old, and I am older than your two lifetimes combined!"

**

Lu Yan slowly opened his eyes.

The world is finally not pure white, and there is no chittering sound from the little doll in my ears, it is extremely quiet.

He tilted his head and looked through the window at the sky shining with golden lines.

The quiet didn't last long.

A red figure quickly came over, touched Lu Yan's head, and asked tentatively, "Little brother?"

Lu Yan recognized the person in front of him, and said, "Senior Sister."

Fuyi finally relaxed. She first spewed out a few bursts of spiritual power, then helped Lu Yan up, took out a jade bottle from the storage bag, shook it lightly, and handed it to Lu Yan's mouth: "This is the bottle of the doctor when you were a teacher. The 'Rejuvenation' given by Uncle Gu, I melted it with my spiritual power, drink it first."

Lu Yan suffocated, and the effect of the medicine came into play. He felt that his light body was gaining weight, his meridians were filled with spiritual energy, and there were faint signs of a breakthrough. His brain was working again.Lu Yan rubbed his temples and asked, "Senior Sister, how many days have I slept?"

Before Fuyi could reply, two streamers appeared in front of Lu Yan in the form of two figures.

It was Yichen Taoist and Yiwen Taoist.

Daoist Yichen pressed Lu Yan's wrist with two fingers, and carefully searched the aura along the meridians for a week, before saying: "There is no hidden danger, just wake up."

Seeing Taoist Yichen's cautious expression and the gentle spiritual power remaining in his meridians, Lu Yan couldn't help throwing himself into Taoist Yichen's arms: "I'm sorry, Master, but I have another question to my uncle, Senior Sister Fuyi, to make you worry about it." gone."

Fuyi took two steps back and stood aside: "You brat, you've been sleeping for three days."

In the past, when retreating, once entering meditation, the unit is based on years. After living for so many years, Fuyi felt for the first time what it was like to "live a day like a year".

When asked, the man looked haggard: "It's good that Xiao Bupo wakes up."

Lu Yan poked his head out of Taoist Yichen's arms, and glanced at the eyes of Taoist Yichen without a trace. The two rays of light of different colors that he saw before he fell into a coma are no longer visible, and they seem to be balanced.Lu Yan felt relieved, looked left and right, and asked, "Where is the second machine?"

Rubbing his clothes, he opened his mouth, there was a black corner outside the door, swinging in the wind, but he couldn't come in.

Lu Yan jumped out of bed, put on his shoes, and ran to the door in a few steps.

Shen Mengji stood in a military posture holding a candied haws, and at a glance, he knew that he was not connected to the Internet.

Lu Yan stood on tiptoe, trying to reach for the candied haws, but tugged, but didn't.

Shen Mengji lowered his head, stunned for a while, finally connected to the Internet, he squatted down, and stuffed the candied haws into Lu Yan's palm: "Give it to my uncle."

Lu Yan gnawed on the sugar coating of the candied haws: "Er Ji knows me well, knowing that I must be very hungry when I wake up."

The more the hawthorn ate, the hungrier it became. Lu Yan got along enough to know what kind of character Shen Mengji was in the past few days. At that time, he fell down without warning, which must have shocked the master nephew.

Shen Mengji reacts slowly, but he is a person who accepts death. Before the retreat, Pei Zhan told him to protect the little uncle, but the little uncle just went down the mountain once, and somehow fell into a coma. He didn't know the reason, and thought it was his own doing. It was not good enough, and the little uncle was still injured.

However, besides candied haws, Shen Mengji had another surprise for Lu Yan: "Look, little uncle, I'll teach him a lesson for you!"

A wooden stick was erected at the end of Xianzhao Peak close to the cliff, and a man was tied to the stick, with feathers all over his body. He yelled softly, but he didn't dare to move, the stick was not inserted firmly. , I was sealed with demon power again, if I fell, I would have to die.

A bird that fell off a cliff and died.

What a disgrace!

Shen Mengji carried Lu Yan over.

The person on the wooden stick looks really good, with a very youthful face, even with feathers and the wind blowing, it doesn't affect his image.

Lu Yan asked, "That fat bird?"

"You are the fat bird, your whole family..." The young man retorted subconsciously. When he saw Shen Mengji, he aggrieved and closed his mouth, feeling pain all over his body. Who is fat..."

Lu Yan was thinking about the big meal that he hadn't finished but was sprayed with blood, and asked He Nian, "Do you want to let it go?"

He Nian was so excited that he straightened his head, and the wooden stick was dangling, so frightened that He Nian did not dare to move, he could only wink vigorously: "Of course I want to, if you have any requests, little fellow Daoist, just say, as long as you can put me down, let me go." Pulling Xun Cang's wolf tail to make the tip of your pen is negotiable!"

"That's not necessary," Lu Yan rubbed his chin, "Why don't you beat me up."

He Nian was full of excitement that "I can finally be free", and he couldn't wait to say, "I can do anything in the world!"

Lu Yan showed a mysterious smile: "You said it."