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Text Chapter 721: Face is damaged

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    Of course, Chi You had some considerations in making this choice, not to mention whether he could resurrect his stupid brothers. Even if they could be resurrected, you can expect them to go around killing people, but you can't expect them to recover their bodies.  , and heal with your own head. This is a high-tech job, and one with a low IQ cannot do it.  ¡¾High quality update.¡¿

    Looking at the sleeping Chi You's head, Yang Chenyu had an idea in his mind, but at the same time as the idea came up, the shadow of the Tiger Soul Sword appeared above Chi You's head.

    Yang Chenyu whispered something bad and hurriedly dodged. But at this moment, a ray of light flashed in the tiger sword, and with a bang, the water mirror suspended in the air suddenly exploded. Yang Chenyu only felt a chill on his head.  , but one long hair fell down, and at the same time, countless short hair fell down, plus a broken black wooden hairpin.

    The Tiger Soul Sword's blade actually cut through Yang Chenyu's bun through the water mirror. Although the blade's intention was weakened after passing through such a long distance, the weakened blade's intention actually cut Yang Chenyu's bun into pieces.  Two halves.  Although the black wooden hairpin was not a top-notch treasure, it was still an excellent magic weapon and was cut in two.

    In fact, Yang Chenyu was not surprised that the wooden hairpin was broken, but his own hair was "stronger" than this wooden hairpin.

    What left Yang Chenyu speechless the most was that this was really a loss of face. Although other than himself, Chi You probably didn¡¯t even know that he had done such a thing, but if his face was lost, it was a loss, and there was no room for lies.

    Yang Chenyu¡¯s eyes immediately flashed with anger, and his previous thoughts became more determined.

    Although Chiyou was a great power in ancient times, things have changed, and now it is no longer the time of ancient times.

    Yang Chenyu then took the green gourd out of the spiritual pond and took a look. It seemed that a lot of the damage on the green gourd had been repaired by itself. It seemed that it had given time.  It is not impossible to repair them all.

    With a slight sigh, Yang Chenyu put the green gourd away, wiped his right hand on the top of his head, and all the broken hair was restored, and he took out a wooden hairpin to tie his hair.

    The broken black wooden hairpin was thrown away by Yang Chenyu, and he didn¡¯t know which immortal would pick it up.  Perhaps for those immortals, the place close to the Taoist temple is really a Feng Shui treasure place to pick up treasures.

    "The summer sun is scorching, the greenery is striking, in the Qinglong of Fengming Mountain" In a square in the lower courtyard of Daomai, thousands of outer sect disciples gathered here, talking among themselves.

    They are the latest outer disciples to have started, but they have been started for three years, so they have a relatively solid foundation.

    Yesterday, they received the notice.  Today I will go to the Land of Death to experience.

    In this regard, it can be said that all living beings have various states of mind. Some are so excited that they cannot sleep, some are as dull as water, and even more are afraid, but they dare not say it out and can only keep it in their hearts.

    "Zijun, don't eat. You are very knowledgeable about those miscellaneous books. Tell me about it. What is this place of death?"

    An outer disciple asked his better companion.

    The man in question appeared to be about fifteen years old, with a dark complexion. Hanging around his waist was a yellow-skinned gourd less than the size of a finger and a Qiankun bag, and he was holding a roast chicken in his hand and eating it with gusto.  , even when he heard his companion's question, he just said yes.  Not wanting to take his attention away from the roasted chicken.

    If Yang Chenyu sets his sights here, he will find that this young disciple is the greedy little Taoist boy who has been with Ba She Qixiu for a long time.

    Seeing Wang Zijun swallowing the roasted chicken, his companion couldn't help but stroke his forehead, as if he had a headache.  Then he grabbed a handful of white sand from the Qiankun bag with his right hand and threw it away: "Zijun, if you don't say anything, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

    After hearing this, the prince's attention finally moved over. He couldn't help but be shocked when he saw the appearance of his companion. He stuffed the remaining half of the roast chicken into the Qiankun bag and wiped his greasy mouth on his sleeve.  , somewhat like a fair-weather Taoist priest: "Uncle Shao, what are you doing? Let me tell you, friends are friends. If you want to steal my roast chicken, I will also turn against you!"

    Looking at Wang Zijun¡¯s determined expression, Shao Bo felt the two eggs under his stomach hurt a little: ¡°Zijun, don¡¯t worry, no one will snatch the roast chicken you have eaten.¡±

    "No rob? Well, what did you ask me before?"

    Hearing Shao Bo's words, Wang Zijun's face suddenly became normal. He smiled and patted Shao Bo on the shoulder and asked.

    Wang Zijun finally passed the examination three years ago and entered the mountain gate. Since then, he has lived a happy life in "Taoting". Here, he can eat whatever he wants. For him, it is already paradise.

      And this Shao Bo is his good friend. He entered the mountain gate in the same period. He is a completely orthodox Taoist boy. However, the name his parents gave him seems to have taken a lot of advantage. Everyone who sees him must  Call him uncle.

    In the eyes of everyone, Wang Zijun is a kind of rebellious person. Who has ever seen someone who even meditates with a chicken drumstick in his mouth?

    Therefore, the two became good friends, which made many people confused.

    "Let me ask you, what is going on in this place of death?"

    Hearing Wang Zijun¡¯s words, Shao Bo really wanted to punch him in the nose. He kept talking for a long time, but this boy really didn¡¯t listen to a word he said.

    "Oh, tell me this, isn't there the Book of Death on the 173rd bookshelf on the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion?"

    Wang Zijun couldn't help but scratch his head. Seeing the greasy fingers that had not been wiped clean on the top of his head really made him lose his appetite.

    It¡¯s impressive that this prince can remember his ¡°entertainment show¡±.

    But for a guy who likes to nibble food anytime and anywhere, it doesn't seem to be difficult to stay in the Sutra Pavilion for ten days and a half. At least Shao Bo knows that there is probably two-thirds of the volume in the prince's Qiankun bag.  They are filled with various kinds of food.

    "The Book of the Dead, I know it. If I read it, would I ask you?"

    After all, there are too many books in the Sutra Pavilion. In addition to the various Taoist classics, non-Taoist classics, and side sect books originally owned by the Taoist sect, there are also some books or pamphlets written by the inner sect masters and uncles when their hands were itchy.

    Of course, these books and pamphlets are relatively simple types. If they are more precious, they need to be exchanged at the merit monument.

    Because there are too many books, not many people are willing to read those miscellaneous books.

    They also know that the Book of Death was written by the Taoist Master himself, which records the situation of the land of death and the characteristics of various undead creatures.

    However, few of these outer disciples are willing to see it. In their opinion, this place of death has nothing to do with them. Even if it is for training, the inner disciples will go first. The outer disciples may not be easily sent in.

    Who would have thought that they would be sent in so quickly.  (To be continued.)

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