"Li Qingyun is under the sect of Lan Deng Daozun, and practices the unique skill of this sect, "Glass Ingot Light Art."

Women are often gossipy.

A conversation with Wu Ming ignited the woman's Bagua soul and slowly told the past of the world: "The Taoist Lan Deng tried to guard the lonely lamp and became the ancient Buddha of Lan Deng. There were three glaze masters under his seat: Medicine Buddha, the sunlight shining the Bodhisattva, and the moonlight shining the Bodhisattva. Taoist Zun once said that he wished the Lord to input all the resources of sentient beings until he became a Buddha, and then to the Pure Land of Glaze. Taoist Zun also said that the Pure Land of Glaze is as good as the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss. Everyone can go, everyone can go..."

Seeing that the woman was talking further and further, her words became more profound and difficult to understand, Wu Ming hurriedly interrupted: "That fairy, since Li Qingyun is so noble, she thinks that what she has learned is even more mysterious, so how can she not survive the heavenly tribulation?"

"How can outsiders know the mystery of the Glazed Ingot Light Art? Rumors from the world, the disciples of Lan Deng often recite: 'Life is like a lamp, the world is filled with oil, and it is the core, burning this life.'"

"Damn it! Could it be that the Lan Deng Sect followed the world to practice and specifically deceived the relationship between young people? In this way, this Glazed Ingot Light Art is probably a loss-making item." Wu Ming cried out after hearing the four proverbs.

"Which sect is Cihang Jingzhai? Why haven't I heard of it?" the woman spoke lightly.

"Uh... I'm also hearing about it." Wu Ming scratched his head.

"There are rumors in the world that when practicing the Glazed Ingot Light Art, every time you burn out the dust, you will get rid of the shell. Until you burn out this life, you will be able to see the way of heaven and achieve the right result."

“Exit the shell?”

Ignoring Wu Ming's questions, the woman stared straight into his eyes and said word by word: "It has been said again in the martial arts world that the ancient tomb of Randeng has been selected as the next generation of Randeng Envoy, just yesterday."

"..." Wu Ming swallowed, "Fairy, you know, I was buried in the grave yesterday..."

The woman smiled, "I just said it was a rumor in the world. Why are you anxious about? Also, am I very old?"

"Uh... Xian... Sister Zi, what happened to Li Qingyun and my master later?"

"Li Qingyun failed to overcome the tribulation, your master was exhausted and became a Qianmo." The woman said the ending.

"Is it worth it for a woman?" Wu Ming couldn't help but be confused by the dark skin under Mai's clothes and the turbid old eyes that had been settled by time.

"Let's go." When Wu Ming heard the sound, he raised his head, and the woman's graceful figure had already left the store.

“Where to go?”

"Luoyang, Dali Temple."

Wu Ming was immediately discouraged, 'Damn, after all, he treated Xiao Gong as a prisoner.'

There was still a few dollars in his waist. Before leaving the city, Wu Ming simply went to the cloak shop to change his outfit.

In the east, the nine provinces are located in the middle of Luoyang. It is a first-class giant city. Last night, the clay sculptures are running wildly, heading towards Luoyang, saving a lot of roads.

Bi Fang was unable to get there for a while, and the woman had no intention of waiting for him and held Wu Ming alone.

When he was free, Wu Ming asked her about a lot of anecdotes in the world. Maybe it was because his subordinates were not there and he didn't have to worry about his identity. The woman answered questions and told Wu Ming a lot.

The Fentian Seal on the index finger became honest. I don’t know if it was exhausted and I entered the dormant period.

Five days later, the two of them arrived at the Hanoi Inn. The river was ahead, and after crossing the river, the capital was located. You only need to travel for another three or five days to reach Luoyang.

A three-story building is towering above the high hill, backed by the river, guarding the official road. Although it is close to the capital, its defense has not been slackened. It is surrounded by deer antlers and horses, and there are wooden walls outside the station.

Seeing Wu Ming and the woman coming from afar, some soldiers had already come forward to check. After verifying their identities, they blew a whistle before a brigade of soldiers opened the gate of the village and let the two of them enter.

"What happened?" Looking at the elite of the empire that emerged one after another, the woman couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, fires have often occurred near the suburbs of the capital recently. Fires have been reported in various villages and towns. The national master said that there was a demon in his work. Shangfeng ordered us to come and guard the post road to ensure the smooth flow of the post road." The unique badge of the jade plaque on Dali Temple is exquisitely carved, which is definitely not a fake. In the east soil, jade is the most expensive, followed by gold and silver. People who can wear jade waist cards must be a great figure in the eyes of these soldiers, so the military man who led the way answered in great detail.

"So that's it." The woman stopped talking and walked into the station with Wu Ming one after another.

The post station, also known as the post city, is a place dedicated to the delivery of documents or officials who come and go to stay and replenish horses. It covers a wide area. It has all kinds of facilities inside, and can be said to be a miniature town.

Usually, the military and civilians shared the same, and the troops stationed in wartime became fortresses. Women traveled to and from all over the place, and the post stations were often a place to settle down. So many soldiers suddenly appeared, which made her a little strange, so she asked.

Although they lived in the same room, the woman still put a rope between the beams as before and left the huge room to Wu Ming.

As soon as the intention to escape was raised, he pressed it down hard. With the strength shown by the woman that night, one hundred Wu Mings were no match. It seemed that she had already escaped once. If she was caught again, it would not be a sword. The woman might have swung her sword and slashed him.

As she said before, there are two chamber pots now, so it doesn’t matter if you knock one out. Besides, compared with the master, the pot is far less than the size of the past and capacity of the past.

‘Well… Speaking of which, this fierce girl’s butt looks pretty good…’ Wu Ming hugged his head with both hands, looked at the enchanting figure of the woman above her head, and gradually fell asleep.

"It's a fire..."

A wolf howl in the dark night woke the woman on the rope. Sniffing the faint breath of fireworks, the woman turned over and landed. Wu Ming leaned all over and slept well. He was really tired after rushing on the road these days.

"Get up." The woman used the hilt of the sword to pluck the boy's feet.

Wu Ming rubbed his feet, turned over and started to snore again.

The woman was about to reach out to thrust her, but suddenly she remembered something and drew her sword.

"Good luck to the woman!" A sword light flashed, and Wu Ming turned off the bed from the other side.

"I haven't snored all night, but I've snored for a while. Do you think I'm a three-year-old child?" The woman was angry and annoyed.

Wu Ming poked his head out of the other side of the bed and said with a smile: "I just want to sleep more..."

"Hmph!" Wearing a facial towel all day long, I couldn't tell my face.

The two lived on the second floor. When they opened the door, they saw the fire on all sides.

The crackling fire scene was heard from time to time, and the guards were shooting arrows at a scattered ball of flames!

"Is it that old monster?" The woman suddenly became imposing and protected Wu Ming behind her.

"Which old monster?" Wu Ming stretched his head out from behind with curiosity.

"Don't move, you are full of spiritual energy, facing the taste of the old monster." He stretched out his legs and swept his legs and hooked Wu Ming into the house. The woman retreated with a sword and blocked the door of the house.

As if in response to the woman's words, the flames that were wandering around the wall rushed up and swallowed up several soldiers.
Chapter completed!