Storm and rain in the courtyard.

In the rain, the scenery is hazy and the flower pond is turbulent.

Qingyuan pushed the door open and heard the sound of rain coming into his ears.

There are two women in each corridor on both sides standing beside the railings.

And the woman in the middle was the one who "invited" Qingyuan from Baikan Mountain.

The woman bowed and said softly: "It's raining outside, where are you going?"

Qingyuan said calmly: "Wind and rain can clear away the turbid air and dust. I feel uncomfortable. I am about to get wet in the rain. But in this wind and rain, there is a unique scenery that can make me feel more comfortable."

The woman whispered, "It's not a good thing to get wet from the rain, so the young master should go back to his room."

Kiyohara said lightly: "You want to limit me?"

The woman whispered, "I don't dare."

Kiyohara said: "Get out of the way."

The woman suddenly smiled and shook her head.

The other four maids suddenly surrounded them.

Five women surrounded each other.

Qingyuan's only retreat was the door behind him.

"Young Master, please come back."

The woman let out her hand and the light shone.

The same is true for the other four women.

Every ray of light is a magic weapon.

"magic weapon?"

Qingyuan's eyes flashed, his expression changed slightly, and he said in a low voice: "No wonder when I checked the treasure house, there were only a few magic weapons and the magic weapon in your hand before. I thought that Mr. Wusheng only liked to have fun and did not like collecting magic weapons. Unexpectedly, it turned out that other magic weapons were in your hands. Ordinary real people are rare even for a magic weapon. You and the five of you each hold a magic weapon. Mr. Wusheng is really a big deal."

The woman whispered: "You are Mr. Wusheng."

Qingyuan's eyes turned over the five of them, with a slightly solemn expression. No matter the other hidden treasures, there are only six magic weapons that are now in Qingyuan's hands and the magic weapons on these five women. Even if Young Master Wusheng is a figure with the best Taoism among the real people, it is really amazing to have six magic weapons.

Even ordinary sects may not have such a foundation.

"Five magic weapons... in fact, they should be one set, one piece, or five pieces."

Kiyohara glanced at it and said with a smile: "Can you form a trapped formation?"

The woman on the head said, "Young Master, do you want to try it?"

Qingyuan spread his hands and said, "You can't just sit there and wait for death?"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the five women changed.

"Don't be too surprised." Kiyohara said: "The scapegoat's errand was a long time ago, but I really don't want to die."

Several women looked at each other, as if they were confirming something.

"Young Master." The woman in front of her head whispered: "Before, it was just a cover-up, so that the real young master could leave and go to the West. As for this place, although it is possible that someone would be plotted and afraid of others because of the Muyang City, if we don't interfere in the Muyang City, there should be no accident. After all, the identity of Mr. Wusheng is here, not everyone can deal with it."

"What a pity..." Qingyuan sighed: "Young Master Wusheng has intervened in Muyang City."

When the five women heard this, their faces changed suddenly.

"You know?"

"Just guess, but most of them are inseparable."

"Young master...it's better go back to your room."

"What if I insist on leaving?"

"You need to know that Shouzhengdao Sect is chasing you now, and you can only use your identity as a young master when you are walking outside. But this place is not far from Muyang City. Once there is any movement, it will inevitably make people afraid. Then, you are really seeking death."

"It's better to seek death to yourself than to lie in this pit and wait for burying it alive."

"Young Master...please go back."

"It's better you call me back."

Qingyuan suddenly smiled and raised his hand. The strong wind rolled and it was turbid.

It was hazy, like fog, and I couldn't see any scene clearly.

"Stop him!"

A sweet female voice rang out in an instant, and then a light shone down, clearing the turbid wind.

Qing Yuan wanted to escape, but was stopped again, but for some reason, compared to before, he was pale and pale at this moment, as if he didn't seem to have any blood. When he reached out, he threw it, there were more than ten pieces of talisman paper.

The talisman paper fell to the ground and turned into tigers and wolves, white horses, giant bears, spirit monkeys, and other creatures.

"Is this...paper-cutting for horses?"

The woman in charge gasped. She followed Mr. Wusheng for the most years and had heard of this Taoist secret technique. Although this technique is not the direct inheritance of any family, the sects that possess this Taoist technique are all first-class sects. Even if it is not inherited by the Taoist ancestor, it is also the Taoist tradition of the immortals.

For those who are guarding the Zhengdao Sect or Huanhua Pavilion, it may not be very unfathomable that they have not entered the Immortal Level, but for ordinary sects and ordinary people, it is an unimaginable mysterious technique. Although Mr. Wusheng has a very high Taoist practice, he has never obtained this magic.

"Stop it!"

The girls shouted together and all the magic weapons were shot out.

Tigers, wolves, white horses, giant bears, spirit monkeys and other creatures were all broken into pieces under magic weapons.

"It's just a form?"

The woman took a deep breath and said to herself: "It seems that his attainment in this technique is not very high."

At this moment, a figure was seen and he walked away in the chaos.

The woman took the magic weapon forward and stopped the figure back.

Kiyohara took a step back, gasping for rest, and her face was completely bloodless.

The woman glanced at him and was a little disappointed, and said to herself: "I saw him talking to the young master before. I thought I was an extraordinary person in the past few days. I didn't expect that I was really facing life and death. I was also scared and bloodless. Fortunately, I thought about lying with the young master and serving him for a few days."

The woman came forward and looked at Qingyuan with magic weapons. She looked at her carefully, and there was no mistake.

"I would like to advise the young master that you can still stay in the room to save your life."

After a pause, she sighed again: "The black serve that the young master gave you is worthy of being a top-notch magic weapon and can cover up your own breath. If you take it down, the one who is Shouzhengdao Sect will come here within half a day, and you will definitely die at that time."

Qingyuan's pale face was a little cold, and his eyes glanced at the girls, and he vaguely saw the mockery in the eyes of the women. He snorted, retreated, and closed the door.

"I thought it was a man of dignity, but I didn't expect that our sisters would scare him. He was still a master who broke the boundaries..." A delicate voice giggled.

Qingyuan was silent, with a cold expression, as if he had been frozen. He stood aside, like a sculpture.

He only had a few pieces of talisman paper on him.

No ancient mirror.

No iron rod.

No flesh and blood.

There is nothing.

The window behind me was already open at some point.

The wind blows, it is cool and comfortable.

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