Lan Bingku invited Mu Xingqiu to get on the carriage, and she wanted to change her place to settle down. "Tomorrow morning, there happened to be a light rain on the north side of Chaos Cliff. I like the rain when the sun is rising. Everything is hazy. The world seems to be so big that it is within sight. There is no Taoist tradition and no complicated world..."

Mu Xingqiu was not in the mood to talk about the weather, and he asked: "Since you don't plan to defect to Luanjingshan, why don't you join forces with Pangshan? You hate Zuo Liuying, but Pangshan does not belong to him."

Lan Binggu looked at Mu Xingqiu with a smile. Although her wrinkles and loose skin, her eyes were bright and bright, making her sometimes confident and majestic, without showing any fatigue. It even made people forget that she was an old woman who was nearly 600 years old. "Is this the beginning of persuasion?"

"I'm just a little confused."

"All doubts come from different positions. You always stand on Pangshan's side. Of course, you think I am a moody old crazy woman. You can try to stand on my side and think about Lian Haishan. Maybe there will be no so-called doubts."

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while and smiled. He didn't notice that he cared about Pang Shan so much. "Let me guess, no matter how long the life span is or how pure the inner alchemy is, you are now a monk."

"Just call me a casual cultivator. I don't care about the name. Yes, I am a casual cultivator now."

"You just want to keep Lian Haishan and chase the rainy season here for the rest of your life."

"Even the complex terrain of sea and mountains is not short of rain all year round. It is the only place I like and care about."

"Have you ever contacted Qi Wushang?"

Lan Binggu nodded, "He sent an envoy, I reciprocate and we reached an agreement. If the demon clan starts a war with Luanjing Mountain, I will not help either party and restrain all the casual cultivators under my command. Accordingly, the demon clan army is not allowed to approach me within a hundred miles."

"Qi Wushang was defeated in Duanliu City and had no strength to go south for a while, so you want to reach a similar agreement with Luanjingshan."

"This is what I'm going to achieve in Chaos Cliff."

"But no matter whether it is Qi Wushang or Luanjingshan, you will not respect a low-powered monk group, so you designed a formation to make them understand that offending Lian Haishan will cost a huge price."

"Look, if you change your position, everything will be simple and clear. I have self-knowledge and do not seek to be on par with the demon clan or the Taoist throne. I just want to tell the strong people in this world that my ambition is very small, and I can only stay in the sea and mountains. Letting me go will not harm him. If I have to surrender, I will have to break the verge of death."

Mu Xingqiu thought for a while, "This is also a way to survive, but..."

"Haha. I know what you want to say. Now is the time for all the heroes to rise up. When a force has gained a foothold, it will still remove Lianhaishan. There is no need for prophecy. I can see the arrival of this day, but it won't be soon. This is a thousand-year war, and I will die before the war is over. I will take my fellow burialists and never have to pay attention to the turmoil and disasters of this world."

Mu Xingqiu felt that these words sounded familiar. He soon remembered, "You are not the only one who thinks so. When the demon clan attacked Duanliu City, King Dongjie abandoned the entire country and ran away. His idea was similar to yours, but he did not have the strength of you."

"The poor mortals, even if they are kings, still cannot find a stable foothold for themselves. This is why the casual cultivators are willing to follow me and I can provide them with protection."

"Tell me about your formation." Mu Xingqiu confirmed again that Lan Bingkue could not be convinced. She had her own interests and ideas. Even if Master Pang Shan came to persuade him personally, the result would probably be the same.

"I came up with this formation two hundred years ago to concentrate the power of a large number of casual cultivators. Have you ever seen the fish and dragon transformed from the iron-bridge dragon? A group of flying fish turned into a dragon. I got inspiration from there. This force must be able to protect everyone first, otherwise the casual cultivator will die, and then the formation will be gone, and then it must be able to fight against powerful Taoist priests." Lan Binggu paused for a while, as if considering the extent to which the formation should be introduced. "I have calculated that as long as everyone's strength can meet the standards I set, then about twenty to twenty to twenty to twenty to twenty to twenty to seventh level of breath can fight against the Taoist priests who inhale at one to seventh level. It's a very interesting thing. The more casual cultivators in the formation, the stronger the power generated by a single person will be. Therefore, three to eight hundred casual cultivators can fight against Taoist priests of Fo Xia, nine to one thousand and fifteen hundred casual cultivators can fight against Taoist priests swallowing smoke, and one thousand six hundred to three thousand casual cultivators should be equivalent to Taoist priests at Xingluo."

"There are dozens of Taoist priests in Luanjing Mountain Light, and you only have five thousand, and at most nine thousand casual cultivators."

"The real number is less than 4,000, including hundreds of apprentices who cannot enter the formation." Lan Binggu admitted with a smile, "In addition, I am the same as the level of two star-low Taoist priests. I said that Lian Haishan only wants to survive in the cracks, and does not want to compete with the strong, destroy Lian Haishan. All they get is a rainy place, but they may pay the price of one or two higher Taoist priests. No Taoist priests are willing to do such a waste on a group of casual cultivators who are invincible, right?"

"What can I do for this formation?" Mu Xingqiu asked.

"I named this formation the fish and dragon formation. It must be tight and fit without any flaws. Otherwise, a Taoist priest rushed in and might cause the entire formation to collapse. After the Taoist priest named Zhang Suqin came, Luanjing Mountain had been quietly monitoring me."

"That's why Yang Baozhen discovered that Shen Geng was in danger and rescued him." Mu Xingqiu suddenly realized, "You deliberately arranged for us to fight and seduce Yang Baozhen?"

"Haha, you think of me too much. I am not Zuo Liuying. It's just a coincidence that Yang Baozhen happened to save her son and also broke through a loophole in the fish and dragon formation, that is, the highest point. The strength of the scattered cultivator is limited. He can't stay in a too high place for long. I need someone to plug this loophole, and it's you."

"What can I get?"

"Don't want me to help Zuo Liuying, that's impossible. You should be very clear about my position."

"clear."

"But I will give you another benefit. You practice the illusion of mind alone, without any guidance from a higher Taoist priest, and have reached the third level of the illusion and comprehending many methods by yourself. This is indeed impressive to me, but you can't go far like this. Illusion is like the five elements magic. The more advanced you get, the harder you are. You are able to find this level is close to the limit, and there are some mistakes, but it is not very obvious."

"Would you like to spread my mind-minding illusion?"

"As you help me make up for the Yulong Array."

"Aren't you afraid that this is Zuo Liuying's plan?"

Lan Binggu had similar speculations before. Now he doesn't care, "So what? Even if you learn the correct illusion of mind, you will be just an ordinary Taoist priest for a hundred years, which will not be of much help to Zuo Liuying. Moreover, the lyricism of mind and Taoism are inherently incompatible, so I want to see if you can break out of your fate."

The carriage stopped, Mu Xingqiu turned around and lifted the curtain and looked outside. It was already dawn, and it was raining. A large number of scattered cultivators set up formations in the rain. This place is not far from Chaos Cliff. They have to start preparing in advance.

"Okay, I agree." Mu Xingqiu put the curtain and faced Lan Bing Curling. Bald man scratched his neck with a strand of hair, but he didn't respond, "But you have to pass on my mind illusion first, so that I can protect the fish and dragon formation better."

Lan Binggu was silent for a moment, and the smile on his face became mysterious, "Do you know how much mortals like to lie? I have been in the mortal world for more than four hundred years and have met almost every mortal. Especially these casual cultivators, they will lie to me when they get the chance. I have to be careful of them and demand them harshly. Try not to let them appear in front of me. But I believe in your promise, because you are a Taoist priest, a Taoist priest Pangshan, and I still remember Pangshan has a stereotyped reputation."

"Unless I die, my promises are always valid." Mu Xingqiu said with a little proud that he did not think that mortals like to lie, but he did not want to argue with Lan Bingku.

Lan Binggu stood up. "Eighteen Daotong subjects, each subject is profound and profound, and the Mind and Heart Department is no exception. I think I know the most about Mind and Heart illusion among the nine Daotong subjects, but it is just the superficial. However, it will take several months for these furs to be passed on to you in a hurry, but our transactions are limited to today, so what do you want to learn?"

"I want to know what the Taoist priests of Nianxin used as their main attack method, whether it is virtual or real? Or whether it is a combination of virtual or real or turning virtual into real? Is it still useful to provoke people's hearts in the end?"

"Ha, your question is not easy to answer. Simply put, the Nianxin Department is divided into two schools, one is pragmatic and the other is empty. There is no problem of who is strong and who is weak, but don't try to go hand in hand. This is exactly the mistake you made before. It will sway between the real and the real, and will eventually split your mind. It is not the use of one mind in the illusion, but the two hearts that interfere with each other and are hostile to each other. In the end, you will destroy the elixir."

"I prefer to be pragmatic." Mu Xingqiu knew very well which school he liked.

"Well, generally speaking, when the Taoist priest of the Ninxin Cate fights with the enemy, there must be at least two people, one virtual and one real, and the power is doubled, but you are the only disciple..."

“I’ll find a way to solve this problem.”

"It depends on whether you can cultivate another disciple of Nianxin in the future." Lan Binggu roughly thought about the illusion he knew about, "You want to be a Taoist Nianxin who is whipped and blood... In addition to the Nine Changes of the Mysterious Beast, what other singular boxing techniques have you learned?"

Mu Xingqiu reported several types of boxing skills. Although he had practiced it, he felt that the power was too small and never used it in actual combat. Lan Binggu quickly interrupted him, "No need to say, it is all useless boxing. You are just inhaling the realm. It is impossible for you to see all the books in the Forbidden Secret Tower. Let me think about it again. It is too late to teach you advanced boxing today... By the way, why are there lightning on your whip? The Minxin boxing and whip techniques I know do not seem to have such an effect."

"That's a spell." The five-character spell left by Mei Chuan'an has already taken root in Mu Xingqiu's heart. Whenever he performs illusions, he will take effect naturally without being distracted and silently. It will emit lightning flashes. Mu Xingqiu's habit becomes natural and cannot get rid of it. He will say it casually, "Wrong or weak."

The air in the car trembled gently, and it flew in a flash, causing no damage, and even did not alarm the horses outside. However, Lan Binggu's face sank at this moment. He pinched the Fire Art at the same time with both hands, cast several protective spells on himself, and then asked sternly: "Who taught you? Do you know what spell this is?"

Mu Xingqiu shook his head. There were many statements about this spell, but he believed that each one was not accurate.

Lan Binggu sat down, was stunned for a while, and looked up and said coldly. "The person who passed on your spell did not have good intentions."
Chapter completed!