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"Be careful!" Jigong shouted.

A stream of light flew over, and Yang Mingyuan controlled the flying sword to stab Qiu Ming's vest from behind.

Fortunately, Qiu Ming was ready and activated the black turtle soft armor again, but this was just Yang Mingyuan's false move. The flying sword bypassed Qiu Ming, and Qiu Ming watched Yang Ming jump onto the flying sword and leave.

He walked to Jigong and said, "Senior Brother Daoji, how are you?" Why did Jigong hold something like a bamboo piece in his hand? This one looks like a fan, where is Jigong's palm fan?

"Cough cough" Ji Gong calmed down his breath: "Monk, I'm fine, I'm just a little injured, it's a pity that this palm-leaf fan."

Qiu Mingxin said, you can do it if you are fine. Even if the palm fan is a magic weapon, it is worth it. Thanks to Jigong's golden Buddhist palm just now, otherwise Yang Mingyuan would not have escaped.

"Senior Brother Daoji, if Yang Mingyuan finds that you are seriously injured, he may come back again. Let's hide first." Yang Mingyuan's flying sword is really unpredictable. Qiu Ming felt that he was a little arrogant when he got involved.

Jigong waved his hand weakly: "He hit the monk and I took a Buddhist palm and fled regardless of his injuries. His injuries must have worsened. Without a year or two, it will definitely not be able to recover."

Will it take one or two years to get better? Qiu Ming was secretly happy inside, so he was not afraid that Yang Mingyuan would seek revenge on him. He helped Jigong once, and the favor was repaid.

"Senior Brother Daoji, my family is not far away. Come to my place to recover from the injury."

Qiu Ming helped Jigong back home. He didn't take any pills for Jigong, or used handprints to help him heal his wounds. He should know what he could do, right? Moreover, Jigong seemed to have nothing to do, so he asked Qiu Ming for wine to drink at night.

"Qiu Ming, the Prime Minister's Mansion has a formation arranged by Yang Mingyuan, so I want to use the hands of Mr. Luo to destroy the Prime Minister's Mansion, destroy the formation, and then save Prime Minister Na Luo."

"Now that Yang Mingyuan is seriously injured and fled. The formation of the Prime Minister's Mansion was triggered by the cricket, and it should have lost its effect. I will leave it to you for the matter of saving Prime Minister Luo. This is also a great merit."

"Senior Brother Daoji, don't you go to save Prime Minister Na Luo?"

"I won't go anymore. Monk, I want to find something to restore my palm fan." Jigong also added in his heart, Monk, I want to find something to restore my cultivation as soon as possible, so as not to find Yang Mingyuan in the future.

"Okay, then I'll go and save Prime Minister Luo." Qiu Ming paused, "Senior Brother Daoji, before you leave, will we fight crickets?"

Jigong was stunned for a moment. Qiu Ming was so strange. What kind of crickets were fighting with him? He liked to play games, but in fact he was not interested in fighting with crickets.

"No, after drinking, I'm leaving the monk."

"Hey, Brother Daoji, if you win, I'll make you another cup of tea, and this Zuixian wine is a good tea from the same place."

"Oh?" Jigong's eyes lit up. It must be a good tea. "What if I lose, monk?"

"If you lose, Senior Brother Daoji can give you something. But let me make it clear first, this cricket is just an ordinary cricket, and we can't cheat."

If Jigong cheats, then Qiu Ming will definitely not be his opponent. Even the injured Jigong still gives Qiu Ming an unfathomable feeling.

But if it is an ordinary cricket, it depends on who found the cricket is more powerful, and it may have a lot to do with luck.

"Okay, monk, I'll play the last game with you."

The two of them went to the yard. At this time, it was the time when there were many crickets. Qiu Ming and Jigong each caught a cricket and put it in a jar.

Jigong caught a blue-black cricket, while Qiu Ming caught a purple-yellow cricket. He had asked people that if it was a pure blue cricket, there would be more insect kings, but if it was a blue-black, it would be more terrible.

The purple and yellow are also more likely to be the insect king, and among the crickets used to fight, they are of the best grade.

Of course these are all theories. Both sides look similar in size, and Qiu Ming doesn't know whether he can win, he can only depend on his luck.

The two crickets were thrown in a jar, but Qiu Ming found that it seemed that only his purple-yellow made a squeaking sound. The one that Jigong caught was actually lying there without moving.

Qiu Ming became a smile. It was obvious that he was so lively that he seemed to have a chance to win!

Just as Qiu Ming teased the two crickets with the straw poles, something embarrassing for Qiu Ming happened. His cricket actually crawled on the back of the Jigong cricket, and the cricket did not resist.

Qiu Ming and Jigong both looked embarrassed. Damn, the one Jigong looked for was actually his mother!

"Well, Senior Brother Daoji, how do you calculate this?" Qiu Ming thought he was sure to win, but it turned out like this.

Jigong laughed: "Two crickets were fighting and were used for fun. This was not done by Buddhist disciples. Since such a coincidence happened, it would be a draw."

"Senior Brother Daoji, I should be considered to have won, right?" Qiu Ming was very dissatisfied. Why did he draw? Didn't he see my cricket on it?

I am attacking, you are suffering, attacking and winning!

Jigong smiled indifferently: "Okay, if you win, I'll give this little thing to you." He didn't understand why Qiu Ming would argue about such a trivial matter. He gave the palm-leaf fan to Qiu Ming, which was also half a magic weapon.

Jigong didn't care much about winning or losing. He just drank an extra cup of tea after winning, and there was nothing to be frustrated if he lost. He was just curious about why Qiu Ming wanted to fight crickets with him and he seemed to have to win.

Qiu Ming looked happy: "Senior brother, wait a moment, I'll make you a cup of tea." After getting the prompt to complete the task, Qiu Ming didn't expect that this seemingly most difficult side mission would be completed!

Put the two crickets away, Qiu Ming boiled water to make tea. After brewing two cups of tea, Jigong picked up a cup and put it under his nose and smelled it: "Good tea!"

He had never drunk this tea before. It smelled like a faint smell of sea. However, when he drank it, he was filled with fragrance. The tea contained some spiritual power, which made Jigong very enjoyable.

This should be tea made from spiritual herbs in the sea. He dare not say that he has seen everything in the world, let alone that he is not good at refining alchemy, except for sweat nipans.

After drinking the tea and eating the food and food, Jigong stood up and said, "Qiu Ming, monk, I will leave first, I will meet again if I have the chance."

"Senior Brother Daoji, I'll meet again if I'm destined to do it."

Jigong's figure could not be seen in a few breaths. Qiu Ming would also pour the tea powder in the tea cup under the small tree in the corner of the yard, sit cross-legged on the bed, absorbing the spiritual power in the tea.

Qiu Ming didn't see that the two crickets were also in the corner. They saw the tea powder and were attracted to them. The two crickets ate all the tea powder completely. They didn't know how they did it with such a small body.
Chapter completed!