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The shopkeeper: "That's a demon cultivator. Even if it breaks out, how many people will believe the demon cultivator's nonsense? Besides, he was given a dumb medicine, and it won't be cured in a while."
Xie Yufei resisted the boredom in his heart. If it wasn't for the power of the Wei family, he really didn't want to contact Wei Chiyuan who was barely promoted to Nascent Soul.
Xie Yufei said: "Brother Wei, night patrols are required at night. If you are infected with demonic energy and are identified by the monks of the City Lord's Mansion, you will be in big trouble."
Wei Chiyuan almost laughed: "Do you think the City Lord's Mansion doesn't know anything? Forget it, today is also a disappointment, go back."
Xie Yufei nodded.
The shopkeeper secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he really didn't dare to offend these noble families: "I've spoiled the interest of the two of you, I will definitely arrange it for the two of you next time."
Wei Chiyuan glanced at the furnace in annoyance and left with Xie Yufei.
Lu Ding stared blankly at Xie Yufei's back, but the other party didn't turn his head to look at him, and Mo Xiu lowered his head in despair.
The shopkeeper glanced at the stove coldly: "Come with me."
Lu Ding followed behind the shopkeeper tremblingly. When passing by Xie Yun, he didn't even dare to look up. From the corner of his eyes, he caught a glimpse of the black sleeves, a silver-white hilt in his palm, and his slender fingers resting lazily on the hilt. .
Not all those who use swords can be called sword cultivators, but those who play with swords are basically sword cultivators.
Most of the sword cultivators practiced the ruthless way. Although there were not too many insults in the words, the eyes that regarded the furnace as a tool were more obvious than any cultivator.
Luding shivered, and a wry smile emerged from his heart.
But he is a furnace, a furnace, and he lives like an appliance.
The shopkeeper glanced at the furnace with a warning, and said in a low voice, "Don't put on such a face."
He pushed the cauldron and stepped forward: "It's very quiet here, no one dares to disturb it, you can enjoy it with respect."
Lu Ding staggered two steps, barely stabilizing his body.
Xie Yun pushed open the door: "Come in."
Luding bowed his head and walked cautiously into the room.
Xie Yun pasted a talisman paper inside the door and set up a barrier to prevent the next conversation from being overheard. When he set up the barrier, there was a rustling sound behind him, Xie Yun turned his head and saw half of his shoulders.
Xie Yun said casually, "You are quite white."
The furnace trembled fiercely.
Xie Yun: "Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry, I'm just complimenting you. You are quite white."
Furnace: "..."
This Jianxiu, although he doesn't understand the style, doesn't seem to be difficult to get along with, maybe not so difficult today.
Lu Ding took a deep breath, and just as he was about to loosen his clothes, the other party sat down directly on the bed and patted the bed: "Come and sit, I have something to tell you."
Luding sat down subconsciously.
Xie Yun handed out a bronze token: "This is what you and I have brought to you. He has settled down now, I hope you can rest assured."
The token is tied with a cheap red rope, and the three words "Yu Huanzong" are engraved on the rough surface. The reverse side of the token is the holder's name "Liang Yuan".
Lu Ding took it over with a surprise expression on his face: "A Yuan escaped danger?!"
As soon as he was excited, he let go of his hands, and the front of his shirt fell down, revealing most of his chest. He hurriedly grabbed his clothes, shaking his hands to straighten the placket.
Xie Yun tilted his head: "Don't panic, I won't do anything."
After all, Young Master Xie is someone who doesn't even blush when he sees an erotic palace. He admires all beauties, men and women, but he only appreciates them, and he never gets used to beauties.
Xie Yun stood up and stretched: "At this hour tomorrow, there will be a magic cultivator in the Huichun Gate, and the entire pharmacy dungeon will be opened to let you out."
"You have rules here, you are not allowed to pick people, and you are not allowed to see several at the same time, so please inform others."
Xie Yun handed him a small storage bag: "There are twenty spirit swords in it. Although the quality is not very good, the advantage is that they are light and the speed will not be too slow."
Luding: "Do you have to run?"
Xie Yun: "...Ah?"
He took two steps back, bent down and looked up at Lu Ding's face: "What are you thinking? There's a chance you won't run?"
Luding grabbed the storage bag: "...I, we who make Luding, in addition to physique, the most important thing is the face."
Xie Yun stood up straight: "But to be a monk, the most important thing is to cultivate."
Lu Ding: "Do you know why A Yuan's face is ruined? Because he doesn't obey, no matter what, the more he resists, the more miserable he becomes."
"The first time he resisted, his limbs were broken, and then he picked up."
"The second time he resisted, he stabbed a monk and was given a dumb medicine."
"The third time I resisted, I rushed from the backyard to the front hall, and my eyes were gouged out."
"He finally succeeded yesterday, but his eyes were blind and his voice was lost. Those newcomers also wanted to run away, but their cultivation was even worse, and they didn't have anyone to support them. They were caught before they ran out. Those of us who didn't move, pierced our wrists and knees with hooks and hung in the dungeon."
"I didn't do anything, so I can still stand in front of you today."
Xie Yun probably knew what he meant.
Lu Ding: "Anyway, I lived like this in Yu Huanzong. There is no difference between going out and being here."
Xie Yun wondered: "Isn't Yu Huanzong a sect? Will it force you to go out to pick flowers?"
Lu Ding smiled: "Hahahaha... You must be from a real famous school, right? It's the kind of righteous path that focuses on cultivation and never takes crooked paths. Is there really such a school?"
Xie Yun avoided the first question: "Maybe there is."
Luding: "Our kind of cauldron can only be the one that is being picked and replenished, and there is no qualification to go out to pick flowers. Only the disciples of the inner sect can practice the real dual cultivation method, and what we learn is to feed other monks back. Kung Fu."
Xie Yun tapped on the hilt of the sword: "No one forced you to be a cauldron, you have been trapped in Feiyin City for so long, Yu Huanzong probably thought you were a dead person. You can go out and change your face and be a loose cultivator, but you can't mix in with ordinary people. Villages and towns, you can be a mortal all your life.”