As soon as the sky was getting dark, Lu Zeyu couldn't wait to start carrying a lot of wood over. Old Mr. Wu was getting up early to practice, and he was fiddling with his posture in a good manner. He heard that it was taught by the monks from the Mei Mansion in the past.

When he was young, Mr. Wu worked as a long-term worker in the Mei Mansion. At that time, the Mei Mansion was in its prime. Until the eldest son of the Mei Mansion went out to practice Taoism and did not return. The old man was eager to think of his son and sent someone to inquire for many years but there was no news.

After that, the Mei family fell after the old man left. Mr. Wu couldn't help but sigh as he talked about these past events.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Tell me quickly."

Lu Zeyu smiled and hugged a piece of wood and tinted some carving tools. Mr. Wu could see that Lu Zeyu liked these gadgets very much, but he was very focused.

Yaoxiang was still sleeping in the house. Mr. Wu planned to teach Lu Zeyu some paper-cut gadgets first, and also talked about Yaoxiang. Yaoxiang is a demon. Mr. Wu knew when he was young that she was transformed by a red-haired fox saved by the eldest son of the Mei family from the hunter.

Only a very few people know about this secret village. Nan Boyang, the manager in the village, was one of them. His father used to be the housekeeper of the Mei Mansion. When the eldest son of the Mei Mansion went to school, Nan Boyang was his companion to study.

Then the eldest son went out to practice Taoism and asked Nan Boyang to take the unified examination of the Taoist yamen. After he got a civil service, he returned to the village to work as a manager.

At this time, there was a little noise outside. Lu Zeyu looked back and didn't care. Old Mr. Wu came over with a pile of paper and scissors.

Bang

The gate of the courtyard was opened, and two monks came in one after another. When they saw them, they stabbed them without saying a word.

Dongdong

Mr. Wu was a little surprised. Seeing the two monks being easily knocked away by Lu Zeyu and hit the wall and stopped moving. Lu Zeyu walked over and carried the two of them, threw them out and closed the yard gate, and said happily.

"Come on, teach me Mr. Wu quickly."

"Brother Ze Yu, you are so awesome."

Lu Zeyu smiled confidently and wiped his nose and said.

"I'm the best at fighting. I remember that I never lost in a fight with people."

Screams of screams were everywhere, and villagers were killed in the street by monks carrying swords. They quickly turned into dead bones, and several monks who had already prepared on the head of the house sprinkled yellow talismans.

The rising green flame disappeared from the flames that appeared in the yellow talisman.

Some villagers ran around the village, but the road arresting and yamen soldiers disappeared.

The tactics designated by Zhang Changheng were very successful. There were 37 practitioners. Zhang Changheng divided everyone into several groups and cleared them in a carpet-style manner.

First of all, we must cut off the source of the demon's spiritual energy. Now they must try to force the demon to appear, but they have already killed hundreds of dead bones, but the demon is still hidden.

Now the large area of ​​dry bones has been cleaned up, and most of the monks are in a group of two, one is responsible for killing these dry bones and the other is responsible for cleaning up the demonic energy.

This kind of demon fire is a magic method wrapped in spiritual energy. It is not difficult to clean it up. It only requires a flame talisman. It just so happened that a monk brought a lot of spiritual paper.

And they couldn't go out, so they tried many methods and could only spin around in place.

It was almost noon. Zhang Changheng looked at the monks who came back. The dead bones in the village had been almost cleaned. Zhang Changheng also took people to the Taoist yamen to search, and the building was empty inside.

"Can you listen to me?"

Suddenly a voice came, and he aimed the weapons at Nan Boyang. His face was solemn. Zhang Changheng raised his hand and signaled everyone not to move first.

"Are you controlled by the demon?"

Zhang Changheng asked, winked at several monks, and immediately they dispersed and surrounded Nanboyang.

"I am not under anyone's control, we have not hurt the travelers who have passed, but have just borrowed a little of their aura."

"Nonsense, I have vomited and diarrhea for several days, but the reason is unknown. The spiritual energy has been severely consumed. You are clearly a demon cave that harms people."

A Taoist cultivator said righteously. At this time, Zhang Changheng's face suddenly changed. Without waiting for Nan Boyang to speak, he stepped forward with a short knife and ended him.

"He is delaying time. Friends, there are only thirty-five people here."

The monks counted and found that there were indeed two people who had not returned.

"Brother Zhang is still meticulous."

Just as the monks were planning to look for it, Zhang Changheng persuaded everyone.

"We have to make a long-term plan, and the two who disappeared may have been unexpected."

Most of the practitioners here are low-level practitioners, only Zhang Changheng, the Changqing Sect. The first disciple of Songmen is a high-level practitioner, and Changqing Sect is also a major sect in Tianyuzhou.

Zhang Changheng made hundreds of flame talismans by himself, and now all the monks obeyed Zhang Changheng's words.

Then a group of people began to search, with seven or eight people together, and each group was only a few dozen feet apart, and there was a person watching the roof.

“Finally found.”

With a shout, Zhang Changheng immediately took people over, but immediately there was a dull sound coming from the other side.

"yes........."

A monk flew past Zhang Changheng and fainted on the wall.

More than a dozen monks had fallen to the ground and were unconscious. The boy in front of him was holding a paper windmill in his hand. The windmill was wandering around, looking very strange.

"What are you doing? I'll beat you up if I disturb me as a windmill."

Zhang Changheng's brain was a little knotted, and the other monks were already angry. Before he could stop him, the monks who went up were blown away by the boy one by one. In less than a moment, except Zhang Changheng, only five monks were left.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Lu Zeyu said, holding his fist.

"You are human, why should you assist the demon?"

Lu Zeyu scratched his head.

"I didn't help. I learned to make a windmill in the yard, and they started it first."

Lu Zeyu said and blew the windmill at hand and smiled happily. At this time, several monks around Zhang Changheng turned around and ran away.

Zhang Changheng's eyes were like lightning, with a horizontal knife in front of him, and his two fingers gently stroked his left hand. Although he didn't know what the young man was talking incoherently, he was sure that he should be a person who was interacting with the demon.

His body movement just now was as fast as lightning, and I could only see a trace of shadow, very strong! I had to use the strongest move from the beginning.

Zhang Changheng knew very well that he might not be the opponent of the boy in front of him. The most important thing was that he could not feel any spiritual energy from this young man.

Lu Zeyu was attracted by Zhang Changheng's momentum, and he looked at Zhang Changheng excitedly.

"You are very strong."

Lu Zeyu could see that there were two balls of spiritual energy in Zhang Changheng's body, one as fierce as fire, and the other as soft as water, both hard and soft, like lacquer and glue.

Lu Zeyu inserted the windmill into the door, and Mr. Wu's voice came.

"Zeyu, what are you doing outside?"

"It's okay, Mr. Wu, I'll come back once I go to the street."
Chapter completed!