Chapter 108 Luo's Orphan

"Brother Zhang, where is your home in Luojing?"

This is the first time Zhou Yi asked Zhang Cheng where he lived, and he planned to move to live nearby.

The area around Qingfeng Cottage is almost a haunted house, where a group of fake Taoists who dream of cultivating immortality and practicing Qi live.

Unable to endure the pain of physical training and the boredom of Qi training, he meditates and recites scriptures in the dream of condensing the Yin spirit.

Zhou Yi's background is no longer a secret. If refugees can succeed, why can't the noble master prolong his life!

"Luojing? It's full of smoke and miasma, where even dogs don't live..."

Zhang Cheng said: "I bought five or six hundred acres of land in the suburbs of Beijing, with mountains and lakes, full of bamboo forests, and built a villa in the middle."

"That's good! How much does it cost?"

Zhou Yi silently calculated that he had nearly 50,000 taels of cash, which was a huge sum of money no matter where he put it.

Zhang Cheng said, "It's not much money. Buying land, building roads, building platforms, planting bamboo, raising iron beasts... maybe a million guan."

"Just forget what I said."

Zhou Yi thought it was good to live with a Taoist practitioner, which could help him hone his heart.

"Brother Zhou, my cousin misses you day and night."

Chen Ying said with a smile, "Prince Qing told my mother privately that if we can become in-laws, there are a few mountains with good spiritual energy as a dowry."

Zhou Yi flicked his finger, and the spiritual light fell on Chen Ying's mouth, sealing it for twelve hours.

"I can condense the Yin God because I never meddle in other people's business!"

The prison.

The three clones received extra tasks again, which must have been reported by the ancient mirror.

Zhou Yi temporarily wrote it down in his little notebook, but fortunately he had a backup plan.

Three more years of Taoism.

Two more years of Taoism.

Four more years of Taoism...

The demon and monster illustration book was opened every once in a while, and the clones not only completed their own tasks, but also helped their colleagues kill demons.

The most beautiful sound in the world is Ding Ding Ding, which means either the system reward or the successful payment.

The Demon Atlas did not have Ding Ding Ding, but Zhou Yi had already loaded the sound effect in his mind.

Half a day.

Twenty-five years of Taoism were added.

After ten thousand years of mana, the Taoism reward was greatly reduced, and Zhou Yi felt the pleasure of soaring mana for the first time in a long time.

"According to this rate, at least ten thousand years of mana can be added in one year. The Disha magic power is indeed infinitely useful, and it needs to be developed more."

The correct way to use the Demon Atlas is to fight with demons constantly. In the process of chasing and being chased, the Taoist magic power will naturally be mastered thoroughly.

The only flaw is that it is more life-consuming.

Zhou Yi easily obtained the three magic powers, but only developed the most basic use. When fighting, he still crushed with force.

"No matter how exquisite the magic is, can it withstand a hundred thousand years of mana? If it is not enough, add another hundred thousand years!"

Zhou Yi firmly believed that he planned to send a few more clones over, which could also indirectly save the lives of many prisoners.

Chen Ying was sobbing and speechless that he could only write on the paper:

Are you meeting tonight?

Day after day.

Zhou Yi's Taoism grew in an orderly manner.

The prison quickly filled up the prisoners and restored its former size. As expected, the three clones died from the impact of the evil spirit.

A few days after his death, he found a replacement target one by one, and turned into his appearance to continue to kill demons and eliminate monsters.

On New Year's Eve.

Zhou Yi spent sixteen years in Dagan.

Since ancient times, the New Year's Day has been sad and lonely.

He refused Chen Ying and Zhang Cheng's invitation to be a guest, and was alone in Chunfeng Tower, leaning on the soft couch to listen to the courtesan singing.

No wonder Chunfeng Tower is the top in Luojing. It does not close on New Year's Eve, which represents the persistence of the service industry.

"Mr. Zhou, a sincere gift of 1,600 taels, and I will give you the change."

The madam looked at Zhou Yi as if he was the next Zhang Cheng.

"..."

Zhou Yi paid the bill with a twitch at the corner of his mouth. Money can soothe loneliness, but it is a bit expensive.

The street was brightly lit, showing the prosperity of the prosperous times.

Red lanterns reflected on the snow, and the refracted light dyed Luojing red.

Standing on the threshold of Chunfeng Tower, the inside and outside were separated, as if they were two worlds.

"Sir, is there anything to eat?"

The person who spoke was a young man, and his voice was cautious.

Zhou Yi looked at the young man, who was disheveled, dark-faced, ragged, and hiding behind the stone lion to avoid the wind.

"What's your name?"

"Luo Li."

"Your fists look familiar, hit me."

"It will kill people."

"If you can kill people, how can you have no food to eat?"

"My father said that learning boxing is to fight demons."

"Who is your father?"

"..."

The young man didn't intend to answer, but when he saw Zhou Yi's eyes, his soul was dizzy.

"Luo Yuanzheng."

"Boxing is the town of Yizhou!"

Zhou Yi looked up at the dark clouds in the sky, and Luojing had been snowing for several days.

...

Qingfeng Cottage.

Zhou Yi had never cooked before, so he packed a table of New Year's Eve banquet from Dashunzhai.

Luo Li had been hungry for several days, so he didn't bother to ask Zhou Yi's identity, and lay on the table to eat and drink.

Mao Jiu flew in the air, circling around Luo Li, his nose twitching.

"This is a woman!"

Bang!

Zhou Yi flicked Mao Jiu's head: "It's a girl."

The magic weapon Luo Li wore was quite clever, but it couldn't be hidden from Zhou Yi's eyes.

Mao Jiu's eyes were mysterious, and he was proficient in mind reading, so he also recognized Luo Li's identity as a girl.

Luo Li's hands trembled while eating, but he pretended not to hear and continued to eat.

The ninth-grade martial arts cultivation, the skin membrane is as tough as an old cow, the strength can open a five-stone bow, and it is easy to kill ordinary people with one punch.

Martial arts cultivation starts with eating. After entering the ninth grade, the appetite is beyond ordinary people.

The whole New Year's Eve dinner went into Luo Li's stomach.

Burp——

After a long burp, Luo Li stood up and saluted: "Thank you for the meal, sir."

"What did your father teach you on weekdays?"

Zhou Yi looked at Luo Li, who was full and satisfied. Compared with huddled in the corner, he became taller.

Luo Li replied: "My father said that I must stand and do boxing every day."

Zhou Yi asked again: "How did your father die?"

Luo Li was silent for a moment, took out a jade slip, and said: "My father took me to have a fortune-telling. The fortune-telling said that waiting at the door of Chunfeng Tower might give me a glimmer of hope."

"Who did you ask for a fortune-telling?"

Zhou Yi's spiritual sense swept through the jade slip, and it was indeed Luo Yuanzheng's last words.

Luo Yuanzheng's betrayal of the Heavenly Demon Alliance was exposed, and he was hunted down by the deputy leader and died.

The Yin God of the Sun Travel Realm was sensitive to life and death, and asked his old friend to have a fortune-telling. The fortune-telling showed that the Luo family would die.

After Luo Yuanzheng returned, he immediately disbanded the entire clan. The clan members fled in all directions, and sent people to escort his daughter Luo Li to Kyoto.

The jade slip ended here. Now Luo Li was alone, and it was obvious that the Luo family was in a bad situation.

Luo Li recalled for a moment and said, "It was an old grandfather, and the place was called Yunxiao Dao Palace."

Zhou Yi waved his hand and a figure appeared: "Is it him?"

Luo Li shook his head.

"It's not Sanwu, there are other first-class people in Qianyuan Dao Palace?"

The first person Zhou Yi thought of was Sanwu, knowing that he was a frequent visitor to Chunfeng Tower.

A few days ago, Sanwu was chatting in a message, and he was fighting with the great wizard of the barbarians.

Everyone has multiple identities. Sanwu is not in harmony with the royal family, and he also serves as the supreme elder of the Immortal Salary Department. He received the emperor's edict to go to the northern border to assist General Gongsun.

Sanwu can refuse flatly, and Emperor Jingtai can't do anything to him, but the Yunxiao Dao Palace in Wulong Mountain will be uncomfortable.

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It was a risky move for Emperor Jingtai to collect "immortal tax". If successful, he would not only gain taxes, but also control the Taoist and Buddhist sects.

In the past, the sects lived in seclusion, claiming to be people outside the world, and ignored the imperial court's call. Da Gan used tax laws to pull them into the world, and the court could use experienced political skills to drive them to do things without bloodshed.

Zhou Yi thought for a moment, and it was likely that someone was proficient in divination and numerology, and it was not difficult to calculate that the Luo family had a cause and effect with him.

It was also possible that someone was calculating Zhou Yi and deliberately sent Luo Li to him.

"Your father's friend, sit and watch the Luo family be destroyed?"

Zhou Yi knew that Luo Yuan was a casual cultivator, otherwise he would not have practiced both martial arts and Taoism and settled in Yizhou, where Buddhism was prevalent.

Luo Li bowed his head and said, "My father said that if revenge can be taken, they will help the Luo family to make a comeback with the past friendship. If they cannot stand on their own, it will be in vain for others to help them."

"Do you want revenge or change your identity to live?"

Zhou Yi said, "Revenge is difficult, and there is a high probability that you will die. Change your identity, I can ensure that you live a stable life, and I believe your father will not blame you."

The vice leader of the Heavenly Demon Alliance is, as expected, the soul of the White Lotus Mother, and the original body is a true fairy-level demon.

The fox fairy clone can crush the first-grade, and the strength of the White Lotus soul will not be bad, not to mention that the younger one beats the older one.

The composition of the Heavenly Demon Alliance is even more complicated, and the demons, humans, the righteous, the evil, Yunzhou, the foreign domain, and the Dagan court are all involved with it...

"My father said that we must avenge the Luo family!"

Luo Li waved his fist with a firm look.

"In that case, then you can learn from me."

Zhou Yi said, "How much you have learned and whether you can avenge me, I can't guarantee it."

Luo Li was silent for a moment and asked, "Are you good?"

"Probably good!"

Zhou Yi's mind moved, and the Ziying Sword soared into the air, with a mighty power, and instantly shattered the dark clouds.

Many spiritual masters who were eating New Year's Eve dinner in Luojing felt the breath of the immortal sword and looked up at the sky in astonishment.

I couldn't help but secretly complain in my heart, it's New Year's Day, what's wrong with this big guy?