Farming, Learning Martial Arts, and Peace In the World

Holding the orange gourd, Chi Qiaosong walked out of the farmhouse.

Under the starlight, although the garden is dark, Chiqiaosong can already see the surrounding scenery clearly.

As he walked, he moved the orange gourd. Under the guidance of the orange gourd, he gradually walked from the pine garden to the back mountain path, and finally stopped beside a wood pile.

I don't know when a pile of rotten wood has been piled up here.

The orange gourd pointed obliquely downward at the pile of rotten wood. Chi Qiaosong ran the "Little Daoist Qi Technique", but he did not see any evil spirit in the pile of rotten wood.

However, orange gourd obviously can't go wrong.

The ghost head sword was pulled out, and he picked the rotten wood. Soon, under the light of the flashlight, a puppet carved from wood at the bottom of the rotten wood was turned out.

"Is that what you are doing?" Chi Qiaosong stretched out his hand and pinched the wooden doll.

Taking a closer look, the carving technique was quite rough, and the eyes, ears, nose, nose, and facial features were all distorted, but from the expression of this puppet, he noticed a touch of humanity.

He studied for a while, but didn't come up with any clues, and he couldn't see any evil spirits on it when he used "Little Daoist Qi Technique".

But the orange gourd always pointed straight at the wooden doll.

"Hiding in a ridge, is this a secret hand left by Liu Yuanyuan, the king of Falun Gong, or is it a hand and foot made by Xuan Hanzi who was killed by me?" He couldn't find any clues.

Ready to put the wooden doll into the red gourd.

However, the communication with Qi was unsuccessful. The wooden puppet, like a living creature, had its own anger and resisted Chi Qiaosong's breath.

"Strange!"

Although Chi Qiaosong felt that the wooden doll was a little strange, he really didn't expect it to be a living thing.

"Even a spirit body like a white-washed Ling Zhanshen can be stored in a red gourd, but this wooden doll can't work. Could it be that there is a ghost hidden in it?"

He wanted to split the wooden puppet to see what was inside.

But after thinking about it, a flash of light suddenly flashed: "Look at the "Circle Light Technique", whose handwriting is this!"

Since the completion of "Circular Light Technique", he often succeeds only once after performing it more than a dozen times, and even if he succeeds, the retrospective image he sees may not be what he wants.

It can be said that this spell is quite tasteless.

With the idea of ​​a dead horse being a living horse doctor, he quickly performed the "Circle Light Technique" on the pile of rotten wood.

A breath of Qi spilled out along with the "Circle Light Technique", and there seemed to be a flash of aura, something was caught by the breath, and then condensed into a dynamic image of light and shadow.

In the image, it appeared that someone had set up a wooden grill.

Then a plume of black smoke fell, just smashing the grill, and a wooden doll mixed into it.

pat.

The screen is broken.

Chi Qiaosong narrowed his eyes: "Sure enough, someone deliberately put the wooden doll here, but is this person Liu Changyuan or Xuan Hanzi, or a latecomer?"

The four ghosts of Peng Li were strangled, but there were still a lot of hidden evil cultivators. Perhaps these evil cultivators knew about a hurdle and chose to keep wooden dolls here.

He thought for a few seconds, then cast "Circle Light" again, waving at the pile of wood.

A mouthful of Qi spilled out, but there was no response.

Repeated several times, there is no response, obviously it was a fluke to be able to succeed once before.

After thinking for a while, Chi Qiaosong looked at the wooden puppet in his hand again: "Maybe there are still people who do this thing, let me use "Circle Light Technique" to explore."

He immediately cast "Circle Light" on the wooden doll.

Suddenly, the wooden man idol was activated, emitting a faint fluorescent light, and the fluorescent light suddenly spurted out, condensing in the sky a vague figure that seemed to be blown away by a gust of wind.

The figure's eyes were dull, and he stared blankly at Chi Qiaosong.

"Um?"

Chiqiaosong was surprised: "What is this?"

Who would have known that Ren Ying heard him speak, and made a dull, subtle voice: "Liu Changyuan."

"Are you Liu Changyuan?"

"Liu Changyuan."

"You are Liu Yuanyuan, the king of Falun Gong, and his remnant soul?"

Chi Qiaosong was very surprised. Liu Changyuan blew himself up. Not only did Leng Jianshen not die, but he was taken away by Xuan Hanzi and cleaned up, but he even left a wooden puppet to let his remnant soul escape.

In front of the two masters, the golden cicada escaped from the shell alive.

However, this remnant soul seems to have lost his mind, and will only repeat a few simple words: "Jingguangling, Liumiandong, go home...Jingguangling, Liumiandong, go home..."

"Jingguangling, Liumiandong?" Chi Qiaosong touched his chin, "Is this Liu Changyuan's lair?"

His cultivation time was too short, and he had never seen many things, so he could not guess what method Liu Changyuan used to escape the dangerous situation of self-destruction.

How to keep a trace of sadness.

As for where Jin Guangling was, he didn't know.

Immediately dispersing the "Circle Light Technique", Liu Changyuan's remnant lost its support and retracted directly into the wooden doll.

He held the wooden doll, rolled up a golden light, went straight to Chijia Mountain, and then entered the small world of Pine Garden.

At this time, in the pine garden, candles were lit, and a large wooden shed was built with the jade dragon bed as the center.

Ren Qiongdan, Tu Shanxi, Tao Nuxin, Xiaozhi, Xiaoqing, General Beng, and Grandma Da Liushu all gathered together to eat, drink and listen to the New Year's Eve party on the radio.

Listen to sketches, listen to songs, and gossip.

Even the old turtle spirit, Shouzi, was chewing a broccoli beside, and rambled about how Master Luo celebrated New Year's Eve at the beginning - invited a bunch of Taoist friends, sang and danced, and even drank to the fullest, there was also a live event. Cover the meeting.

"You don't cultivate, you still have children, don't talk about these pickled things." Ren Qiongdan scolded with a smile.

Seeing Chi Qiaosong come in, everyone got up and said hello.

Chi Qiaosong sat down~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and smiled slightly: "I'll come and have a look, it's alright, the New Year's Eve banquet in Songyuan went well, and Ren Qiongdan deserves praise for this."

Ren Qiongdan immediately smiled and said a thousand blessings: "Thank you boss for your appreciation, I wonder if there is any lucky money?"

Tu Shanru stroked his beard and smiled.

Chi Qiaosong spread his hands: "You are all older than me, why do you ask me for New Year's money? Speaking of which, I am also miserable. I haven't received New Year's money for several years."

"Because you are the master." Xiao Zhi said naturally.

Although the psychological trauma left by the sword at the beginning is still there, with the gradual contact, this old hen's essence gradually merged into Songyuan, and no longer held back.

"The landlord's house has no surplus food, so the master really has no lucky money." Chi Qiaosong laughed and teased with everyone for a while.

Immediately, Tu Shanxi was called out.

Among the so many different types of Songyuan, he trusts Tu Shanru the most, and Tu Shanru has participated in the matter of stunned spirits: "Old Tu, look at this, Liu Yuanyuan still has a remnant of his soul."

He took out the wooden puppet and performed "Circle Light Technique", Liu Changyuan's remnant soul spurted out.

He began to repeat: "Jingguangling, Liumiandong, go home..."

"grumble."

Tu Shanru habitually let out a fox bark, and then said: "I have heard of Jinguangling, in the depths of Qianli Cuilong Mausoleum, where I used to pick wild camellia.

This Liu Changyuan's old nest, Liumiandong, is probably in that Golden Light Ridge.

Brother Chi, do you want to search again? "

Chi Qiaosong nodded: "Of course I'm going, there is a lot of good things in the lair of a mage giant Xie Xiu. But I'm curious, what kind of existence is he in his current state, and this kind of remnant soul can really be resurrected. ?"

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