I'm stupid

When the Taiping Dao monks saw the obsession of the 100,000 Yellow Turbans, their hands and feet were already cold, and they almost gave up the idea of ​​fighting in an instant. However, when those obsessions dissipated one by one, they hesitated and struggled again. In the end, under the temptation of the nine-section staff, they chose to fight with all their strength.

After all, their side had a certain number of advantages.

Because they had to maintain the effect of the 500-person altar, even if only the last part was left, even if this part did not require all 500 people, there were still dozens of Taiping Dao monks here. Facing the Tianshi Mansion with only a few people, they thought they had at least a chance to fight.

Before they even got close, they had already cast spells.

Lin Shouyi and others also held magic weapons in their hands.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Wei Yuan holding a nine-section staff in his hand, blocking him and others. Lin Shouyi was slightly startled. Seeing Wei Yuan step forward, holding the nine-section staff, he said in a gentle tone:

"Leave these people to me this time..."

Lin Shouyi looked at the peaceful and calm nine-section staff, and finally nodded and said, "Be careful."

He explained: "That man is a true cultivator ranked in the top ten of the Taiping Dao cultivators. He received the ancient talisman. Like the person who received the Baiqi title before, he also has the title of the thirty-six ancient leaders. This person chose the leader of the original Jizhou Department, named Si Li."

The old man noticed that the museum owner paused, then nodded and walked forward.

He seemed to hear the name of a friend he had not seen for a long time, and whispered:

"Si Li..."

......

The Taiping Dao was once ranked among the righteous ways of the Divine Land. Many cultivators, even those who practiced quick methods and some evil ways, were not weak in their skills. They raised their hands and cast talismans, and one after another, fire and lightning rushed towards Wei Yuan. These magic skills did not recognize that he was once a Taiping Dao cultivator, and they rushed towards him with great momentum.

Wei Yuan's expression did not change.

He was too familiar with these spells.

These people were only at the stage of raising their hands to lead, but he had already recognized the types of these spells.

And when they cast spells, Wei Yuan had already avoided the trajectory of the spells in advance.

The so-called runes are the words of the heart.

If the mind is not right, it is impossible to be sincere. The spells cast have no real means of Taiping essentials. The external performance is that Wei Yuan clearly walks calmly and approaches step by step, but those spells can't cause any harm to him at all.

Either they paused slightly to avoid the thunderbolt, or they looked calm, and the wind and fire swept by, brushing past their bodies.

The more he downplayed it, the more panicked the Taiping Dao monks became.

If the mind is not stable, the magic and supernatural powers will not be able to play the desired effect.

This is a quick method, not practicing Taoism but only practicing magic, which will expose the problems of the mind at this time.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, and a Taiping Dao monk had exhausted the talismans in his hand. He gritted his teeth, drew out a short gun, and mustered his strength, so that the gun blade was covered with a layer of apricot-yellow magic light, and stabbed towards Wei Yuan's heart, roaring.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and directly held the gun blade three inches below.

With a slight shock, the monk's palm became numb, and he could not hold the weapon, and the short gun was involuntarily raised upwards.

He blocked the other sword that attacked.

Wei Yuan released his right hand holding the weapon, and his arm and elbow smashed horizontally, hitting the Taiping Dao monk's chest. He did not restrain his strength at all. The Taiping Dao monk's face turned pale, and he flew out directly, spurting blood from his mouth, and fainted.

The spear fell naturally and was caught by Wei Yuan's right hand. The spear blade whistled in a low voice. Even though it was a short spear, when Wei Yuan stepped forward, the spear tip suddenly stabbed forward, and a bloody killing intention spread over the face. Several monks in front of him turned pale, and their spellcasting movements were stagnant, and they were immediately directly pulled away by the short spear.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, and the short spear in his hand stabbed, chopped, and pulled, opening and closing. The skills of the Overlord Spear were still used in it, and this time the Overlord Spear was completely different from the spear skills shown before.

In terms of the similarity in skills, it is even worse than the Overlord Spear learned before.

But if the two are used at the same time

On the contrary, the spear technique used at this moment is more realistic.

Because the Overlord Spear was not originally a technique learned by the martial arts sects in later generations, and how to use it one by one, but a means used to fight freely on the battlefield. At this moment, I finally realized that if I had not really experienced the battlefield and had not really been in the chaotic world, no matter how similar I learned, it would be just like painting a tiger and learning from the skin.

After fighting on the battlefield, the spear technique has a skeleton, so there is no need to follow the rules.

A tiger will not fall down even if it dies.

With the skeleton, even if the spear technique is not good, it is like painting a tiger, even if it is skinny, it is still a fierce tiger that wants to eat people. Where the spear tip points, it seems to return to the ancient battlefield. Because the Taiping Dao methods used by these cultivators are all from Taiping Yaoshu, Wei Yuan knows it well.

For a moment, it was clear that dozens of people rushed towards one person, but were dispersed by that person in the opposite direction.

The Taiping Daoist monk named Si Li's eyes twitched.

The killing aura of the military strategists originally had a restraining effect on the Dao.

But where did this man's murderous aura, which seemed to come from an ancient battlefield, come from?

How could the modern battlefield, which was almost information-based, give birth to such momentum?

In a trance, he almost had an illusion that the person in front of him was not a modern cultivator at all. This was clearly the last Yellow Turban Army general who rushed out from the Yellow Turban battlefield just now.

The mana flowed, and the true spirit woke up.

Seeing the other party approaching, 'Si Li' shouted, and the talismans in his hand shot out one after another. His cultivation was orthodox, with a hundred days of foundation building, ten years of cultivating the mind and nature, and step-by-step breathing. Therefore, he was an orthodox Taiping technique, but it seemed to be a joke of God. The more orthodox Taiping monks were, the more they seemed to be restrained.

He almost felt that any of his magic skills were directly seen through.

Even if he deliberately changed the rhythm of the spell, it was still the same.

Si Li almost felt like he was going crazy and mad.

This was different from fighting with those who were stronger than him. It was a kind of frustration and panic that was seen through and suppressed from all directions. When a thunder spell was invalid again, it was easily avoided and fell to the ground, blasting the ground with charred marks, 'Si Li' finally couldn't stand the anxiety, gritted his teeth, and retreated quickly.

A series of talismans were suspended.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, and the five fingers of his right hand moved rhythmically, holding the spear tip.

A familiar and distant voice seemed to ring in his ears.

'Little guy, you are always so weak, but it doesn't matter. The battlefield is different from a one-on-one duel. Simple movements may not be useless. You can learn from me. '

The man held the gun and crouched down.

Wei Yuan took a step forward. Even if he held the gun with one hand, his strength was concentrated.

He lowered his eyes and his aura paused slightly.

Then he stepped forward fiercely.

Raising his hand, following the action of the heroic man in his memory, the short spear pierced through history and memory, stabbing out fiercely along the same trajectory, as if they had fought side by side for two thousand years. The young Yuan did not understand, but Wei Yuan could see that the so-called simple action was clearly the result of the hard work of a veteran who had fought on the battlefield at the end of the Han Dynasty.

The evil spirit unique to the battlefield of cold weapons rushed towards him.

Si Li's face froze instantly.

The short spear pierced through the talisman in an instant.

Then it directly pierced his divine body. The evil spirit that burst out in an instant almost made his brain dazed, but under the influence of Taoism, his body instinctively made him deviate from the fatal vitals. First, he felt numb, and then the pain that almost tore his body apart made Si Li's whole mind dazed.

He coughed out blood and stumbled back.

Wei Yuan pulled out the short spear.

With Si Li's Taoism, he was famous in a place. Strictly speaking, he was definitely better than Wei Yuan, ignoring other factors.

But he was a disciple of Taiping Dao after all.

But this was Guangzong City after all.

But Wei Yuan was holding the nine-section staff in his hand after all.

Si Li coughed up blood and retreated. A talisman appeared in his hand at some point. He sprayed the talisman with blood and turned it into red mist. Three incense sticks slipped from his sleeves and he shook his hands to light them. He whispered:

"The sky and the earth are yellow, the great way is peaceful, the three realms are guarded by the gods, and the five emperors are welcoming. Disciple Si Li, in compliance with the order of the Second Heavenly Master of Taiping Dao, summons the Yellow Turban Warriors to quickly protect the law, summons the Yellow Turban Warriors to quickly protect the real person!!!"

The Yellow Turban Warriors' protective spell is one of the most common magical powers of Taiping Dao in this era.

Because it was influenced by Taoism, or in other words, the Taiping Department was originally the orthodox Taoism.

In this spell, one must pray to the true spirit of the founder of the law, and then mobilize the power of heaven and earth. The Yellow Turban Warrior's Bodyguard Spell is the most commonly used method of Taiping Dao's true practice. It has saved Si Li's life many times, but this time, the prayer spell that was supposed to fly to heaven and earth and report to the ancestor has changed.

This ancient talisman and three magic incense sticks pointed directly to the front without hesitation.

Si Li's expression slowly solidified, and a look that was almost indescribable appeared on his face.

He looked up stiffly and looked forward, looking at the short-haired young man wearing a buttoned top and holding a nine-section staff. Two voices appeared in Wei Yuan's ears, one was vague and distant, and the other was what Si Li said in front of him, which was extremely clear, both saying, I am following the order of the Taiping Dao's second heavenly master.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth and suddenly thought of the record that was almost just a sentence in the history of Daozang.

Yellow Turban Warrior's Bodyguard Spell

It appeared in the world after the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty. It has no sectarianism and is widely circulated.

The Taoist sects of all dynasties have been constantly improving and have their own strengths.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion...

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

Wei Yuan was stunned, and his heart was empty.

It seems that, teacher, I don't seem to disappoint you...

Even if, for the rest of my life, I only have this curse.

He looked at Si Li. There was no doubt that the Yellow Turban Warrior who had rescued the latter many times did not come out this time, and even the talisman stopped burning neatly, as if the ancestor had directly taken away the qualification of the imperial decree talisman.

'Sili' felt absurd and horrified.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, holding the nine-section staff, and pointed at the void, then paused, and suddenly drew a horizontal stroke, and actually raised the talisman in the air.

It seemed that he heard the young Taoist whispering instructions.

'The so-called runes are the words of the heart. If you adhere to Chicheng, you can become a law.'

'The Tao has no fixed rules. You must remember that you should keep this rune for protection…'

He held the nine-section staff.

Si Li saw the secret words on the nine-section staff moving, and saw that behind the young man in front of him, it was illusory but seemed real. There was clearly another young Taoist who was casting a rune at the same time.

The young man had some baby fat on his cheeks and two dimples when he smiled.

It was both real and illusory, one real and one virtual. When the nine-section staff was raised at the same time, Wei Yuan's voice paused. There was no Taoist mark, and there was no need for the altar mantra like the Zhengyi Dao, and there was no need for the Shenxiao Sect to gather the five qi.

Zhang Jiao at the beginning was just a word.

He said--

"Thunder, summon!!!"

......

Accompanied by the magnificent thunder, almost everyone in Guangzong paused subconsciously. They subconsciously looked up and saw that the violent thunder fell freely in a place not too far away, and the nine-section staff in Wei Yuan's hand was burning hot, and the secret text was emitting light.

It was as if this magic weapon was also eager for this scene to appear.

It was as if he had been looking forward to it for a thousand years.

With the help of the remaining Yellow Turban Fire and the Taiping Nine-section Staff, the thunder spell that appeared this time directly fell and covered a large area. It was almost not thunder, but thunderstorm, which turned the earth into black. Many Taiping Dao monks in the range of the spell were only unconscious because of Wei Yuan's restraint. They were only seriously injured or more seriously, but did not die.

And Qu Shuai Sili, one of the leaders of the evil cultivators of Taiping Dao.

When facing this magic, he didn't dodge or avoid it, but wanted to seize the nine-section staff.

In the end, he was hit by the most violent thunder and fire and died on the spot.

Wei Yuan was silent, holding the nine-section staff and turning around. In any case, this time he was clearing the door.

But this was not enough. At least he wanted to get the volume of Taiping Yaoshu back and pass down the inheritance of Taiping Dao again. He thought and walked back. Because he was holding the nine-section staff, his own Taoism was extremely compatible with this object, and he was blessed by this place. He faintly heard the illusory Taoist altar prayer.

'... I am General Tiangong, the contemporary Taiping Lord, and I am following the order of my Taiping Dao Second Heavenly Master...'

Wei Yuan paused slightly.

He lowered his eyes slightly, whispered casually, and then tapped the ground with the nine-section staff in his hand, and walked towards the people in the Tianshi Mansion. His movements were not unusual at all, and no one could tell what he had done. He was just still lingering in the afterglow of the vast thunder power just now, unable to extricate himself.

Lin Shouyi's eyes were filled with horror.

Lin Li and others did not have the old man's insight, but looked at this peer with disbelief, envy and admiration in their eyes.

Wei Yuan held the nine-section staff, and it was not yet time for him to control it.

When will he reopen the teacher's lineage, and even make the Taiping Department return to the position of the three caves and four assistants... then he can do it.

He Yangwen of the Shenxiao Sect looked at the land ravaged by thunder, his expression was solemn and a little dazed, as if he began to doubt himself, and he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time. Lin Li murmured and asked: "Master Wei, you are actually good at thunder magic..."

Wei Yuan replied: "It's not me, this is the power of the nine-section staff, which is the last wish left by the 100,000 Yellow Turbans."

"My own power is just one of them."

Zhao Jianbai's thoughts slowly recovered. He looked at the nine-section staff in Wei Yuan's hand and couldn't help whispering:

"This is the Taiping Nine-section Staff that can be compared with the male and female dragon and tiger swords..."

Lin Shouyi looked at Wei Yuan. He was an elder of the Shangqing Sect. The disciples didn't know, but he knew very well that even if the magic weapons such as the Dragon Tiger Sword and the Shenxiao Jade Book had this level of power, or even stronger power than this, it was not something that anyone could mobilize. There were some, but whether it could be used was another matter.

Wei Yuan held the Taiping Nine-section Staff with both hands and handed it over.

Lin Shouyi subconsciously took a half step back, raised his hands, and solemnly took the staff.

But other thoughts emerged in his mind. This matter was of great importance. After Xu De returned, he would probably have to mention it to the people of Zhengyi and the Heavenly Master. Perhaps... perhaps this Taiping Dao's Dao-suppressing item should not be left in the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

And for some reason, he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Even if the nine-section staff was left in the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

As long as the young man waved his hand, this ancient magic weapon might directly cross the mountains and seas and rush over.

The seal cannot seal a magic weapon of this level.

He suppressed this thought and took the nine-section staff.

Slightly startled.

There was a burning air rising from the nine-section staff, which made his palm slightly stinging, and his body slightly lowered. This nine-section staff seemed to become heavier. Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, and then immediately judged that this was not his illusion.

The nine-section staff became heavier.

It was as if there were some extra existence inside that could not be detected by the naked eye.

The nine-section staff struggled faintly in Lin Shouyi's hand, and the secret text flowed quickly on it, almost coming alive and struggling instinctively.

Wei Yuan tapped the nine-section staff lightly with his fingers and whispered, "Be quiet."

The secret text on the nine-section staff froze for a moment, and then it became very quiet and obedient.

Wei Yuan looked at Lin Shouyi and whispered:

"...Thank you."

Lin Shouyi replied subconsciously: "Don't worry, Master Wei, we will naturally protect him well."

He paused slightly, and felt like a parent temporarily entrusting his child to a private teacher, as if the Nine-Section Staff was only temporarily stored in the Tianshi Mansion and needed to be well taken care of, and his expression was slightly strange.

The trouble here naturally needs to be handled by the special operations team members. Wei Yuan was exhausted and sat in the car with his eyes closed. He Yangwen, a silent disciple of Shenxiao Sect, hesitated for a long time and couldn't help but said: "Master Wei, who are you..." Wei Yuan opened his eyes, thought about it, and replied: "Yuan." "Wei Yuan." "Now, I am just a museum owner. There is a bookstore next to it. You can go there when you are free." "If you like flowers, I have a friend who has very good flowers. If I introduce you to him, you should be able to get a discount." He paused, thought seriously, and added: "Should..." ......... In a distant place, on the seabed far away from the world and the city, a war in the extraordinary world took place. This is a recognized rule for practitioners, especially in Shenzhou, and it is not allowed to affect ordinary people. The master of Taiping Dao dragged two true practitioners of the same level with his own strength, stirred up the waves on the seabed, and broke the rugged rocks on the seabed. The Taiping Dao monk is good at flying sand and rocks, can turn beans into soldiers, call the wind and rain, and thunder magic from the sky. After all, he was once the three caves and four assistants, and was listed in the "Seven Divisions of Jade Latitude". He is the most orthodox true cultivator. His opponent is a person from the Shangqing Sect.

This time it is about the nine-section staff, and both sides are very tacitly restraining each other.

The Taiping Dao master's art of turning beans into soldiers has been almost broken by the Yinshui Thunder Method.

He looked fearless and raised his hand to cast a talisman.

True Taiping Daoists are never afraid of fighting against many, and seeing his actions, the two true practitioners on the opposite side also became alert. The Taiping Dao leader whispered the Yellow Turban Warrior's protective spell, and finally made a seal, saying:

"... I am General Tiangong, the contemporary Taiping Lord, and I am following the order of my Taiping Dao Second Heavenly Master."

"Call the Yellow Turban Warriors, come and protect the law quickly, call the Yellow Turban Warriors, come and protect the real person!"

The ancient talismans around all burned in the water without wind.

They naturally formed a magic altar.

This means that more than ten Yellow Turban Warriors will be summoned.

And judging from the fluctuation of magic power, their status will not be low.

The two people on the opposite side both wanted to retreat, but at this time, the talismans stopped burning and the magic altar collapsed. The next moment, because this kind of great magical power was halfway through, it was directly exploded by the powerful backlash caused by the forced stagnation.

The overwhelming magic power almost made the sea water overturn and surge.

The Taiping Dao master spurted blood in an instant and half-knelt on the ground.

Then,

Accompanied by the magic power trajectory that originally connected the heaven and earth.

A plain and indifferent voice fell in the vastness.

"No."

? ? ? !

The Taiping Dao master covered his chest with disbelief.

This was originally a place of fighting, but at this moment it suddenly became dead silent.

Only the waves rolled up by the magic power continued, and only the plain voice gradually faded away, and finally seemed to disappear.

......

Finally, the next things were arranged, and the car started again.

"What do you have in your museum, Master Wei?"

"Well, in fact, most of them are fakes, and the rest are made by me."

"... That's a pity."