Modern Application of Flying Sword Technique

The lightning was fierce and extremely fast.

After listening to the thunder going away and sending a message to Zhang Ruosu, Wei Yuan finally exhaled, and a large amount of fine cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He finally managed to stabilize his breath, but he also knew how powerful the effect of the altar was.

Even if it requires advance preparation and many rituals, the powerful power gained in exchange is worth it.

Seeing the water ghost sticking his head out of the wall, he wanted to say something but stopped, wanted to stop and said something, wanted to say something but stopped.

Wei Yuan asked, "What's wrong?"

The water ghost had a strange look on his face. After holding it in for a long time, he said:

"That... Boss, you should come and see it yourself."

Wei Yuan frowned, barely stood up, pushed open the door, and said casually:

"What's wrong, it seems like there's a thief in the house..."

He pushed open the door, and then the words he said suddenly stopped.

Seeing the broken glass all over the floor, and the black marks on the wall caused by the thunder, the largest, the old-fashioned green painted field-shaped glass was directly smashed into a big hole, leaving only a small triangular piece of glass hanging on it.

Several cabinets were crooked, as if a typhoon eye had appeared out of nowhere.

The wind blew in, inexplicably desolate, and the last piece of glass staggered and fell, and it broke into pieces with a click, leaving the floor desolate.

Wei Yuan: "..."

The water ghost looked over carefully and said, "Boss, the sword just now flew a little bit fast."

The corner of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Then he said calmly: "Everything is as expected."

The voice paused, and said: "Prepare for a general cleaning."

"Okay!"

The water ghost turned around and called the soldier soul and the silent painter ghost to find things together and clean up. However, they were originally ghosts and could not easily touch real things, so the progress was worrying. Wei Yuan was the main force, mopping the floor and sweeping the floor, and his back and waist ached.

He stood up with his waist supported, and fell silent when he saw that he was still far from completion.

An extremely tempting and guilty idea emerged in his mind.

After thinking for a while, Wei Yuan followed the guidance of his heart, put away the mop in his hand, went to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of soybeans, closed his eyes, made seals with his hands, chanted a spell, and said:

"Teacher, I, Yuan, beg for the divine power command."

"Use the Yellow Turban Warrior, you can scatter beans to become soldiers, which can protect the real person, subdue demons and monsters, and make all evil retreat."

He scattered the soybeans on the ground and shouted: "Hurry up and obey the command!"

The magic power flowed, and these soybeans turned into armored Yellow Turban Warriors in an instant. The leader was particularly tall, majestic, and handsome. When he saw Wei Yuan, his expression froze slightly.

The Yellow Turban Warrior method, the method of scattering beans to become soldiers, does not have a fixed true spirit.

There was only the reflection of the past true spirit and the experience of fighting, but there was no way that Wei Yuan had left too deep an impression on the Yellow Turban Warrior. It was the first time in two thousand years that after his spirit dissipated and returned to heaven and earth, he actually left a meager memory and impression. After he came to the world again, he restored his previous cognition.

The Yellow Turban Warrior saluted stiffly: "Meet the real person."

Wei Yuan looked pale, handed over the broom, and then pointed to the messy museum, saying concisely:

"Cleaning."

"Mop the floor."

"Change the glass."

The Yellow Turban Warriors: "..."

The leading warrior looked at the big knife in his hand that had killed monsters, and finally silently put it back into the scabbard, took the broom, carried the mop on his back, and wore an apron outside his armor.

He bowed slowly: "I accept the decree of the Immortal."

......

Wei Yuan could then sit down and rest. He searched the Internet for where to buy cheaper glass. The museum had some spare glass left over, but he would have to prepare new ones after they were used up. He didn't know if he could find a discount event, and he had to get free shipping.

While searching, Wei Yuan saw a familiar figure outside looking in.

He was moved, put away his phone, pushed the door open and walked out. It was the neighbor of the museum, the aunt who had reminded Wei Yuan that there might be something wrong with the museum when he first came here, and later took a fish from the Huai River from Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan said hello.

The aunt looked at the glass and said, "Xiao Wei, what happened? I just heard a noise outside the building. Did you offend someone? Why did they even break the glass? What did they do?" Wei Yuan smiled and explained, "No, I accidentally hit the window when I was packing." He pointed to his apron and smiled, "Look, I haven't even changed my cleaning clothes." After saying it several times, the aunt was relieved and gave up the idea of ​​calling the police. She looked at the glass again and said, "By the way, you need to change the glass. Do you know someone who can change the glass? Or can I help you contact someone? We are family members and will never cheat you. Now you have to find acquaintances to do things. Friends, otherwise they will charge you a lot of money. "

Wei Yuan said: "Thank you, I just found a few friends, so I won't bother you."

Auntie nodded and chatted for a while. She was chatting happily when suddenly there were bursts of muffled thunder in the sky. She subconsciously raised her head and twitched, but the sky was clearly sunny and there was no cloud at all. She muttered:

"This weather is really strange. There was a thunder just now, and there was no cloud at all."

"But Xiao Wei, it's autumn, and the weather is unpredictable. It is estimated that it will rain today. Those who hang clothes at home should collect them, so as not to get caught in the rain and have to wash them again."

She gave a few instructions, turned around and went back, and went upstairs to collect the clothes.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Turning around and entering the door, Shuigui gave him a thumbs up, full of admiration, and said: "Boss, you are this, you can actually connect with this person and chat for so long. When I was alive, I was most afraid of chatting with an old lady of this age. I couldn't chat with her at all."

"Either ask about your salary, or ask if you are married, if you have found a partner, how much mortgage you have left, it's a headache."

Wei Yuan smiled bitterly and walked towards the quiet room.

The leading yellow turban warrior turned his head.

Seeing that his arms were covered with sleeves, his body was covered with dust, his face still had a smile from chatting with someone just now, and a kind of helplessness that could not withstand the offensive of chatting, but he was already frowning and thinking about how to make up the order, there was a breath of life.

Then,

Silently, a sword passed through the air and appeared behind him, whistling softly.

The sword body was filled with mighty sword intent and upright thunder.

It was a sharp sword energy, ethereal and extinct.

It is a bit of noble spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.

It is contradictory to the previous life atmosphere, but also coexists strangely.

The yellow-turbaned warrior paused.

Unbelievable, whispered to himself: "Thousand-mile flying sword?"

They don't have true spirits, and they gather and disperse unpredictably, but they have basic knowledge, so they are surprised.

Wei Yuan put down the rag in his hand and said casually: "You continue to clean up, I have something to do, I will come back later." Then he went back to the house, turned around, looked at the head brought back by the magic sword, grinned, this magic sword hits the enemy, how can it have a decapitation function, Zhang Tianshi, you have too much martial virtue.

He put away the talisman first, and then lifted the head up with the wind, frowning and looking at it.

Because he was killed by the sword with thunder just now, Mogi Yoshiyuki's soul was almost directly shattered, leaving only a few fragments, which were still sealed in the center of his eyebrows. Wei Yuan thought about it, and used his ghost-exorcising ability to tap the void with his fingers, extracting these fragments of the true spirit and trying to analyze them.

A series of pictures appeared in front of him.

Hmm? Why is it a Sakurajima Fuso?

Did I chop the wrong one?

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"Mogi-kun, I'll leave it to you this time."

In the memory picture, a middle-aged man said: "This is the instruction of the gods and Buddhas."

"To worship the true gods, you need an immortal spirit."

"And the immortal spirit must be made of immortal things."

Mogi Yoshiyuki said: "Where can I find this immortal thing?"

The middle-aged man replied: "In Shenzhou."

"Shenzhou..."

Then there were long and meaningless pictures.

Because he was struck by lightning, only these were left of his true spirit. However, the sentence about using immortal things as materials reminded Wei Yuan of the memory of the distant past. In the era when there was an iron eagle emblem on the sword behind him, a gentle alchemist also said something similar. There is no doubt that this sentence must have come from Xu Fu.

It seems that the Japanese pirates' invasion of the border is closely related to Xu Fu.

Is there something wrong with the immortality medicine...?

Or is there nothing wrong with the immortality medicine, but the problem is with Xu Fu himself.

It is not easy for a person to control longevity with a curse like immortality. One must have enough capacity to transcend time. Xu Fu may be a great man in his lifetime, but it is not enough to do so. Wei Yuan can basically guess that Xu Fu's condition is probably not that good.

However, any reason is just an excuse.

Wei Yuan just knew that there was another reason to kill Xu Fu.

The magic sword also carried a trace of mixed breath, and Wei Yuan held this breath.

He closed his eyes and meditated, and did a simple divination. He vaguely saw the middle-aged Taoist priest who was seriously injured and fled in a panic. He saw that he had a lot of spiritual tablets of Taiping Dao practitioners on him, and knew that this should be the current Taiping Dao master.

He actually gave the talisman of the founder to the Fuso people.

The founder chopped you, and you dared to run.

Wei Yuan joked to himself, but there was no smile in his eyes.

This confirmed the crime of colluding with Japanese pirates.

However, there was no rush to deal with him for the time being. From the looks of it, he should be planning to return to some hidden base. Wei Yuan naturally had the idea of ​​following the clues in his heart. With the blessing of the nine-section staff on him, this Taoist priest had the spiritual tablets of his ancestors. The other party had morning and evening classes every day, and habitually burned incense to the founder. Naturally, he could sense the specific location.

When the time comes, justice will come from heaven and he will directly buy at the bottom.

Wei Yuan turned his head and looked at the head that died with eyes wide open. He saw the surprise and unwillingness in the eyes, raised his hand and sealed the true spirit inside. He planned to send the things here to the Tianshi Mansion. The pictures in the true spirit could also be seen by the true practitioners in the Tianshi Mansion, but after all, it was struck by thunder, and the true spirit had been broken long ago. Even if it was sealed, it was slowly dissipating.

It had to be sent over quickly.

It might be too late to drive there.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan sent the magic sword back to its original position and pulled out the eight-sided Han sword that had transformed.

He carved talismans on it again, not thunder, but the wind decree that he was good at, to make the long sword fly.

But next, how to lock Zhang Ruosu was a problem.

The reason why he was able to successfully lock and fire just now was because the Nine-section Staff had a blessing on Wei Yuan's true spirit. Through the induction of the true spirit, he could sense the prayers to the Second Heavenly Master of the Taiping Dao and the Taiping Department's talismans related to him. But now there is no way to lock Zhang Ruosu. Moreover, if he really locked her, it would not be a delivery, but a direct attack.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan suddenly thought of a way.

He first put his head in a courier box, then used his magic power to turn it into a chain and hung it on the Eight-sided Han Sword. He took out his original mobile phone, turned on the traffic, and opened the built-in map software.

Click, search.

A crisp navigation voice sounded.

'You are in Quan City, 582 kilometers away from the Longhu Mountain scenic spot. '

Wei Yuan hung his cell phone on the Eight-sided Han Sword and ordered:

"Just follow the navigation, no, I mean, fly."

"You can fly straight, just don't deviate from the general direction."

The spiritual sword washed with divine blood whistled and flew out of the door. It was fierce and fierce, with the power of a strong wind. The Yellow Turban Warrior and the Water Ghost subconsciously avoided it. The sword was about to go through the door, and suddenly Wei Yuan's voice came from the room: "Stop!"

The Eight-sided Han Sword stopped suddenly, and wisps of flowing wind spread.

Wei Yuan said:

"Open the door yourself, and move quietly."

The body of the Eight-sided Han Sword whistled, and a wisp of wind spread. With a creaking sound, the door was opened, and then the long sword whistled, and with the help of the power of the strong wind, it flew towards Longhu Mountain and flew away in a blink of an eye.

At the speed of the strong wind, it shouldn't take too long to go to Longhu Mountain, and the fragments of the true spirit should still be there by then.

Wei Yuan thought about it, and in order to prevent the flying sword from being directly intercepted by Zhang Ruosu, he decided to say hello and sent a message, saying:

"The matter has been resolved, thank you, Fellow Daoist Zhang."

The other party immediately replied with an emoticon of two cats shaking hands to reach a consensus.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"By the way, there is another thing, which should be delivered to you, Fellow Daoist Zhang, soon."

Zhang Ruosu: "???"

He seemed to have misunderstood the meaning, and quickly sent an emoticon of thanks:

"Haha."

"Fellow Daoist, you are too polite, it's just a small favor, why do you need to send something?"

"By the way, Fellow Daoist, what is the express delivery? How did it come?"

Wei Yuan thought about it and hesitated:

"...…Probably, it was delivered by flying."