Chapter 158 Detective Ma San

The circular light technique used by Zhou Yi was like a movie curtain, lying across the small courtyard.

Luo Li, Cat Jiu, Sacred Cow and Peach Tree, all watched Chen Qing slaying the snake attentively and stayed up all night.

When he got up early in the morning and prepared to go on duty, Zhou Yi happened to see the scene of drinking snake blood.

Luo Li stood up and saluted: "Good morning, sir!"

Mao Jiu's eyes widened and he murmured to himself.

“I’ve made a note of it, I’ll never go back to the same old path in the future!”

The black snake likes to eat cattle and sheep. After eating, it will follow the original snake path and return to its nest. This originally inconspicuous natural habit has become a life-threatening talisman.

"Interesting, but it's a pity that you can't check your luck from the air."

Zhou Yi was about to fly up on the clouds when he noticed a figure appearing in the light curtain.

A familiar figure, a straw hat, a big gold chain, a floral shirt, and glasses polished with ink jade.

"Ma Laosan!"

Zhou Yi immediately became interested. After the dream-eating tapir died, the villagers could no longer enter the dream world.

Some of the people who are deeply trapped cannot accept the shattering of their dreams, and may die or go crazy. .

Most of them gradually accepted the reality and farmed the land. However, because too many people died in the village and there were too many people with little land, they became rich households that were envied far and wide.

Ma Laosan and Zhou Yi fell into a dream together and spent decades...

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Snake nest.

Chen Qing heard the footsteps and was on guard with a strange weapon in his hand.

"Old man, don't be nervous, I don't mean any harm!"

Ma Laosan pushed up his sunglasses. The light in the cave was so dark that he was almost blind.

Chen Qing didn't understand what Lao Tie was, maybe it meant blacksmithing. Could it be that this person had been following him?

Thinking of this, all the muscles in the body tensed up, ready to attack at any time.

Killing the snake demon relies on wisdom, which does not mean that Chen Qing cannot fight. He is a vicious man who dares to jump into the river and fight with the crocodile for dozens of miles.

Ma Laosan saw clearly that the snake demon was completely dead and shook his head repeatedly.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk! Old man, do you know you are in trouble?"

Chen Qing asked in a deep voice: "What trouble did you cause?"

"Of course it's this snake. It's Prince Lian's favorite pet. Now that you kill it, it's going to cause a lot of trouble..."

Before Ma Laosan finished speaking, his hair stood on end, and he subconsciously rolled continuously, directly to the entrance of the cave.

brush!

The Qimen weapon pierced the ground, exactly where Ma Laosan had just stood.

Ma Laosan cursed and said: "Damn it! You ancient barbarians are always willing to kill people and silence them!"

Chen Qing remained silent, and a small hammer appeared in his hand. He had already seen that Ma Laosan was powerless, so he only needed to silence him, and then burn the snake demon so that no one would know about it.

Just as he was about to catch up, he saw a dark hole in the mouth of the gun.

Chen Qing didn't recognize the iron gun, but he subconsciously dodged it. This thing made him feel extremely dangerous.

"Hey hey hey! Haven't you seen it before? Third Master wants you to know why the flowers are so red!"

Ma Laosan said this, but he didn't pull the trigger. Who knew whether the iron blunderbuss he rubbed was spraying iron sand or exploding the barrel.

The most dangerous thing is if the arrow is not shot!

So, one of them hid in the cave and refused to come out, and the other blocked the entrance of the cave and refused to give way. They were in a stalemate.

Ma Laosan couldn't hold on at first and shouted: "Old Tie, let's each take a step back. If we can't walk, I'll pretend I didn't see you. You take Yangguan Road, and I'll take the single-plank bridge."

"My surname is not Tie."

Chen Qing asked: "Who are you? What is your relationship with Prince Lian?"

Ma Laosan said proudly: "The third master's full name is Ma Formoko San, and he is a private detective by profession!"

"What is a private investigator?"

"I just give you money to do things, I'll take any job!"

Ma Laosan said: "The snake raised by Prince Lian escaped a few days ago and entrusted me to find it..."

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Zhou Yi looked at Ma Laosan who was talking eloquently and recalled his life in the dream.

"Interesting, so interesting!"

He waved his hand and put away the round light technique, and ordered: "You two go and keep an eye on Chen Qing and Ma Laosan, don't let them be in danger."

Mao Jiu nodded repeatedly. The more he got to know the human race, the more terrifying he felt. Only by hugging the immortal's thighs could he survive safely.

Luo Li asked: "Sir, what will happen if Prince Lian is traced?"

Zhou Yi took out a piece of white paper, took out the treasure seal of Yunxiao Dao Palace, and stamped a seal on it.

"Chi Dao Palace Seal came to the door and told Prince Lian to discipline his son well!"

Ride the clouds to the Ministry of Things.

Sure enough, there was another treasure map hanging next to Qin Qiong's map.

"Does Lao Zhang really want to enter Taoism through painting?"

Zhou Yi couldn't figure out why Lao Zhang. After all, the first level of painting is the pinnacle. Since ancient times, it has never been heard of anyone who can break through the first level with painting.

Among hundreds of schools of thought, Confucianism, Legalism, and Mohism are the leaders. The fundamental reason is that these three schools of thought have produced sages.

His mind moved to the prison clone, which had already received the task of slaying demons. The journey of brushing the road with ease increased by fifty or sixty years every day, even if he went far away from the territory, he did not stop.

"It's a pity that I don't have enough strength and my clones are limited. Otherwise, I would have been given 100,000 workers..."

Zhou Yi understood that it would take a hundred thousand years for the Earthly Evil clone's magical power to be used at will. According to the previous experience of being promoted ten times, it was another major level.

More than half a month has passed, and Li Mu has gone underground again. At this rate, he can break the formation in a year or two at most.

"everything will be fine!"

Zhou Yi took out the pure soul power accumulated in Yuan Chen Pearl, calmly held his breath, and visualized the return of ten thousand swords to the clan.

When Chen Ying arrived, he greeted him and copied the number, and then began to practice.

Zhang Cheng was the last to arrive. After making tea and tasting wine, he began to paint based on the two-gas bottles.

Yan Chixiao and Qin Qiong are immortals riding cows. They are all copied from images. After all, they are not real people. The Erqi bottle contains the principles of Yin Yang Bagua and the twenty-four qi. It is a real object in front of you, so your painting progress is rapid.

Boring practice is the daily life of those who seek the truth.

Off duty.

Meet for a drink at Chunfeng Tower.

The courtesan has changed one after another, and now the girl Xianxian is stunning again.

When the regulars in the building saw Zhou Yi coming, they all winked and greeted him.

Zhou Yi is now a legend in Chunfeng Tower. It has nothing to do with his status as a spirit cultivator. Since he has come to Chunfeng Tower, what is really enviable is not the realm of cultivation, but the courtesan who pays for him.

Drink and listen to music as usual. After coming here many times, it is just like that.

Zhang Cheng suddenly asked, "Did you find the old blind man yesterday?"

Zhou Yi gave a thumbs up: "Yes, I read a fortune, it's really amazing."

Old Zhang said, "This morning, I went to find the old blind man and found that he had moved. I thought he had offended some big shot again."

"That's even more amazing!"

Zhou Yi changed the subject and said, "That Taoist priest, what big shot did he offend?"

"Hehehe! Sometimes the old blind man's calculations are not accurate, and he is particularly stubborn. He deserves to be beaten."

Zhang Cheng gloated, "Fifty years ago, the old blind man was still crippled. There was a monk in Buddhism who asked him to read his life span. After collecting a large number of spiritual objects, the old blind man asserted that the monk would not live more than three years, and there was no medicine to save him!"

"As a result, the monk came back three years later, found the old blind man, and broke his legs."

Zhou Yi wondered, "How long did this monk live?"

"He passed away some time ago. His Dharma name is Benxin. He is the uncle of the monk who presided over the Jinguang Temple!"