In the evening, it was about one day, and Tang Qian's mouth still did not stop.

They entered Qingling in the early morning, and Tang Qian carried his bags and was sweating profusely. In the morning, Tang Qian was talking about the magic he knew. At noon, Zhou Sheng helped Xia Yubing cook and the wild game he caught in the mountains. Tang Qian was still saying that even when he was eating, Tang Qian would eat in small mouthfuls, talking about various magical techniques from all over the world.

And now it's evening, he's still talking.

"The spells are profound and profound, and what I just said is only a small part of them." Tang Qian seemed to finally make a summary speech. Although he talked about various spells, and even he could tell what effect a spell used clearly, Xia Yubing said without hesitation: "I actually want to know what you will order, not what you know."

In fact, I have to admit that when Tang Qian started to talk about these spells at the beginning, Zhou Sheng and Xia Yubing were like listening to stories. It was very nice and interesting. I have never heard of it. After listening to it all day, Zhou Sheng could still maintain an listening attitude, that was, he looked a little numb at dinner. Xia Yubing was left with only her sarcasm. Now she seemed not even a detective. After all, she was opened by her boss and could not be considered a person in the government.

"I know... I know a lot." Tang Qian touched his chin and thought seriously, and then continued to have a long silence and silence. The relaxed ridge was very long. According to Xia Yubing's words, it would take about three days to get out of this relaxed ridge. Now at night, the mountain wind is very strong, and Tang Qian was blown by the wind, and then he still said nothing.

The mountain wind blew Tang Qian's clothes. When the full moon that had already rushed into the sky illuminated the man's face, he was still wearing the patchwork robe. He used the Qimen magic to avoid the spell of a long-legged woman and then picked it up and continued to wear it. At this time, the patchwork robe, which was not very long, also moved with the wind.

Tang Qian said in a low and steady tone: "The moves I know are not suitable for display."

Zhou Sheng was still nodding seriously in a daze, and Xia Yubing raised his eyebrows.

"Saying so much, you can't actually have nothing." Xia Yubing said.

"Not that..." Tang Qian scratched his head.

boom--

This is not Tang Qian

He held the trees next to him, and was a little dizzy when he used any spell.

The earth is shaking.

Trees collapse and mountains shake.

"Look, this is the method of immortals. Look at others and then look at you." Xia Yubing was weak at first, and was even more unsteady at this time and was about to fall down.

"Oh..." Tang Qian raised his eyes and Xia Yubing also learned to look forward, but he could not see anything.

"I'm a mountain moving Taoist." Tang Qian said with a smile, why don't we get closer and take a look.

"What is the Taoist who moves the mountain?" Zhou Sheng's little head came out. He didn't eat anything today. Xia Yubing said before that Tang Qian was abused by the child. As a result, Tang Qian let her see how miserable Zhou Sheng vomited, so she stopped talking.

"Tomb robbers, but this one is professional, the ones managed by the government are amateurs, and the kind that holds shovels." Tang Qian also made a digging move, and Xia Yubing on the side had to roll his eyes.

Tang Qian walked in front, while Xia Yubing and Zhou Sheng followed behind, and the earth was still shaking. After walking for about half an hour, they saw Tang Qian’s so-called Taoist moving mountain.

This is an old man who is definitely a fairy-like person from Xia Yubing. Although he was wearing thick numb clothes and rolled up his sleeves, he used his magic and shook the earth and the mountains.

The old man faced a mountain that had been removed half of the face, and the stones rolled down, and gradually exposed a cave.

"A tombs are usually quite expensive things, and he is so disturbing that he is not only digging mountains, but also breaking the formation." Tang Qian said: "So this should be the tomb of the so-called immortals, and we are usually called monks."

When the old man saw the cave, he looked serious. He looked around. He looked around. His location was originally a forest, but he had already razed to the ground. His eyes swept over Tang Qian and the other two, but he was incredibly swept over. Xia Yubing then noticed that Tang Qian seemed to have done something, but she didn't know what it was.

"The trick is a bit more profound." Tang Qian explained: "Not seeing or hearing or speaking, it should actually be considered a small magic for those scholars of Confucianism. I am three feet away, and this old man can't see or hear, and even the magic of exploration cannot enter. He will ignore us." Tang Qian touched his chin: "Of course everything is it."

The premise is that I am much better than this old man.”

The old man who moved the mountain saw that there was no movement around him, so he continued to chant words and cast spells. The stones he had pulled down from the mountain continued to gather and became a strongman. The strongman was seven or eight feet tall, just like a small hill. The strongman looked at the old man first, then snorted, and then walked towards the exposed cave with great strides.

"This is a type of Yellow Turban Strongman. I don't know what these are. They are quite strange. They can be attached to strange things such as stones, water, etc. Anyway, they can be driven by people now. This old man uses this Yellow Turban Strongman to explore the way, which is very smart."

After a while, the huge strongman squeezed out of the cave in the mountain with difficulty. Every step he took, the ground became more sunken, and he carried a lot of things on his shoulders.

"A Yellow Turban Strongman has at least a thousand pounds of strength. This is made of stone, and maybe ten thousand pounds may be there. It seems that this Qingling is really not easy..." Tang Qian said. When he said this, he seemed to have forgotten that he had been tortured by the characteristics of Qingling before.

Tang Qian frowned at this time: "The thing this strongman is not right." He took off his bag almost instantly, and then took out the strange bottle containing no colored liquid before.

"This is colorful ink." Before Xia Yubing or Zhou Sheng asked, Tang Qian had already answered. He dipped his fingers a little "color ink" that clearly had no color, and then stroked it casually.

"As for me, there are only two most proficient spells, and this is one of them."

The Lishi's pace was very heavy, and it began to walk very quickly, but then the distance between him and the old man was not close at all. The Lishi was walking slower and slower, and the characteristics of Leisure Ridge kept squeezing the magic power provided by the old man. The distance between him and the old man was always the moment when Tang Qian used his magic. The old man looked forward to the distance between the Lishi and the old man, waiting for today's harvest, and did not find any abnormality at all.

"I'll get something." Tang Qian finished speaking but had already returned to Xia Yubing and Zhou Sheng, holding a small jar in his hand.

Tang Qian withdrew his spell, and even had a slutty trick. He ran away without caring about the old man who was screaming behind him and shouting with strong men.

Xia Yubing still doesn't understand what Tang Qian will do, but at least it's much quieter.
Chapter completed!