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After going down Yueyang Tower, Chen Sanlang accelerated his pace and did not return to Dongting Town, but headed towards Longjun Mountain opposite - Xiao Jian had warned him before, although he was afraid of him, the old man himself did not do anything that was unfavorable to him. They were just a chance encounter, so there was no need to be too panic.

In fact, before coming to Dongting Lake, he was mentally prepared to encounter "strange people". As a ** scholar who has seen Xiaolongnu and has two demon generals, crab, male, and fish spirit, Chen Sanlang is now very tough and will never make a fuss easily.

Longjun Mountain is not very high, but it is very long, winding and surrounds the lakeside. It looks like a natural embankment, guarding Dongting Lake.

The name of Longjun Mountain comes from this.

The mountains are lush with lush flowers and plants, and there are many precious herbal vegetation growing in them, so many herbs come to collect them; as for birds and animals, they are even more thriving.

This mountain range near Dongting Town is developed and built, with paths, pavilions, etc., which is almost a scenic spot-like place.

Now Chen Sanlang just walks on the mountain.

At this time, there were quite a few tourists who had the same purpose as him, but most of them were in groups of literati and poets, who came to travel around the mountains and rivers and recite poems.

Listening to those sour and despicable works, Chen Sanlang was secretly amused. He couldn't listen to the literati's flattery, too fake and too numb. In the circle, as long as one person thinks of a poem and chants it, regardless of the length, length, level and tone. Others immediately applaud:

"Good poems and good poems!"

"This sentence is as pure as nature, it is really a peerless sentence..."

Then the one who was touted was there without any conscious awareness. Or pretending to be modest, "It's a mistake..."

Chen Sanlang really couldn't accept it, so he simply did not see it, but did not listen to it, so he went his own way.

Go higher and higher, and finally reach the top.

It is quite deserted and the paths are blocked. It is rare for tourists to come here. Even if they meet individuals, they are either hunters or herb collectors.

Chen Sanlang was sweating all over and saw a large bluestone on the top of the mountain. He walked over, sat down, wiped the sweat, and then took out dry food and water from the books and ate and drank slowly.

The main luggage, books and other items in the books are placed in the inn room in the town. When they come out, they only carry some dry food and water, which makes them look light.

Bang!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise. It came from a hill in front.

Chen Sanlang looked at it when he heard the sound and saw a stream of dust rising from over there, and it seemed to be quite moving.

I was talking late, and then I saw a figure rushing towards me quickly, but it seemed like I was running away, and my body looked embarrassed.

This is a Taoist priest. He held a Taoist bun and inserted a dead branch. His face was very young and his small eyes were always looking like he could never sleep enough, and he looked listless. He had obviously had a big fight with someone, and his Taoist robe was scattered and dirty, like a beggar.

Free and rich road!

Isn’t Xiaoyao Fudao, who likes to dress up as a master, and then helps others to subdue demons and earn money to marry a beautiful girl?

According to his own report, he was the 108th generation disciple of Laoshan.

Chen Sanlang was not Wu Xia Ameng, and learned a lot of knowledge about the world of cultivators from Ao Qingmei, and then learned that Laoshan was considered a big sect a thousand years ago and was good at talisman art. But today, the talents of Laoshan have withered, their power has declined, and their inheritance is about to be cut off.

Chen Sanlang was very suspicious that Xiaoyao Fudao may have been the only successor of Laoshan Shuoguo. As for his cultivation strength, he is a god in the eyes of ordinary people, but in the world of cultivators, he is probably at a second-rate level.

At the beginning, when he was killed in Nanyang Prefecture, Chen Sanlang made a sword. However, Xiaoyao Fudao thought it was done by the Sword Immortal of Shushan, and was very respectful, so he ran away in a slight way. It turned out that he was coming to Dongting Lake.

As a monk, there are countless reasons to rush to Dongting Lake, so it is not surprising.

When Chen Sanlang saw him, he couldn't help but shout, "Master Xiaoyaofu, what's wrong with you?"

Xiaoyao Fudao obviously did not expect to meet Chen Sanlang here, and was stunned, but then pretended not to hear it, and his body was not stopped. But when he passed by Chen Sanlang, he suddenly raised his hand and threw something down, making a sound.

Chen Sanlang was puzzled.

call!

A black wind rolled up a stream of sand and dust on the flat ground, very fast.

Chen Sanlang was shocked. He vaguely saw a person clearly wrapped in the black wind. Because he was too fast, he couldn't see clearly his appearance. He only vaguely saw his explosive yellow hair, extremely majestic and domineering.

This person was clearly chasing Xiaoyao Fudao, and he didn't even look at Chen Sanlang, but just regarded him as an ordinary scholar and tourist.

Swish!

It passed by in a flash, and it was as fast as the wind.

Is this a way of escape?

Chen Sanlang had bright eyes and recognized this technique.

The so-called escape technique is a magic that practitioners practice to chase the road. After all, cultivators are not gods and it is difficult to truly fly into the clouds and fog. One fights with one another, which is really a myth. However, the practice of escape technique is extremely fast, much faster than a thousand-mile horse, and it looks like his feet are off the ground, so he can be called a land god.

There are many types of escape techniques, such as wind escape, earth escape, water escape, talisman escape, etc.

The "True Dragon Water Resistance" that Chen Sanlang learned is actually a very clever water escape technique. However, he has not learned it at the moment, and the speed is not that fast.

The monk who just chased Xiaoyao and Fudao, the wind escape he used was quite literally. The wind was rising from the plain, which was fast and stable.

With such speed, it is not difficult to catch up with Xiaoyao Fudao.

It seems that this direct disciple of Laoshan is in trouble.

Chen Sanlang had a good impression of him and had worked together once. In short, he still owed him a fee to subdue demons and eliminate demons.

However, this level of confrontation was not something Chen Sanlang could easily help. He thought of the things that Xiaoyao Fudao had abandoned when he passed by, and quickly lowered his head to search.

In the grass, there was something in its size, just like a baby's fist, it was pitch black all over, with irregular circles, and there were some small honeycomb-like holes on the surface.

What is this? It looks like a meteorite.

Chen Sanlang didn't understand why, so he picked it up and found that the things were very light and a bit weird. He thought to himself: Xiaoyao Fudao pretended not to know him and threw this thing away. There is no doubt that this thing must be the key, and he wanted to take the thing himself and go down the mountain quickly...

Thinking of this, I no longer hesitated, so I found a way down the mountain and returned to Dongting Town.

After he left for about half a quarter of an hour, he shouted, and a fierce man with yellow hair appeared, holding someone with his big hands, which was Xiaoyao Fudao.

The Taoist priest was restrained and could not move.

The yellow-haired man threw it to the ground, stepped on his chest, and said viciously: "Say, where did you hide the Meteorite Gem?" (To be continued...)
Chapter completed!