Chapter 234: Clan Mansion

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The nine-colored brilliance flashed, and the heavy Yin Qi was swept away by the yellow rice.

He stretched out his hand and the red light came back and turned into an oil lamp again.

The yellow rice also disappeared.

Looking at the bright moon and sparse stars outside, and the fresh air after the thunderstorm, the gloomy and misty situation just passed by the Yin soldiers seemed to be just an illusion.

Taoist Master Qianhe knew that it couldn't be an illusion, otherwise the mules and donkeys outside would not have died.

Taking a deep breath, he strode up to Xu Junming and bowed to the end.

"Thank you, Brother Xu Dao, for saving your life!"

"Fellow Taoist Qianhe, you're so polite. It's such a big help, so there's no need to say thank you."

The others did not know the danger involved. Although they were grateful to Xu Junming, they did not come forward to express their thanks like Taoist Master Qianhe.

"Brother Xu Dao, those ghost soldiers just now...?"

"I will handle it myself, fellow Taoist Qianhe, don't worry!"

Chizuru nodded, frowning.

"This place is close to the capital city, how come there are so many ghost soldiers?"

"Nowadays, the warlords are fighting in a melee, the people are in dire straits, and demons and monsters are emerging in endlessly. Even the appearance of ghost soldiers in the capital's important areas is not a big deal."

Thinking of what he saw and heard all the way north, Taoist Master Qianhe nodded with emotion.

"The world is in chaos and demons appear frequently. It is only regrettable that the poor Taoist has limited cultivation and insufficient Taoism. Otherwise, he should carry the three-foot magic sword to bring peace to the troubled world and bring peace to the world of cultivation."

Seeing his righteous look, Xu Junming nodded secretly.

Although there are selfish scoundrels like Shi Jian in Maoshan, there are more righteous disciples like Taoist Master Qianhe. The tradition of the family for thousands of years is extraordinary after all.

"The Taoist priest's righteousness is really admirable!"

Taoist priest Qianhe smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"I'm just thinking about it. If it hadn't been for fellow Taoist fellow Taoist just now, I'm afraid I would have died here long ago."

"It's okay if your cultivation is not enough. You can practice it in the future. But if your character is not enough, it is almost impossible to make up for it." After a pause, "It seems to me that fellow Taoist practitioners are practicing pure yang techniques?"

"Exactly!"

"Pindao has a lot of experience in the Tao of Chunyang. If fellow Taoist Qianhe doesn't dislike it, how about we discuss the Tao?"

Qianhe Dao was overjoyed.

This Taoist Xu has a high level of cultivation. If he can discuss Taoism with him, he will definitely benefit from it.

“What I wish for!”

Xu Junming smiled and nodded.

After all, he is his master's junior brother and his uncle, and he has a righteous heart. If he can help, he will help him.

One night passed quickly.

The entire process of discussing Taoism basically consisted of Taoist Master Qianhe asking questions and Xu Junming answering them.

This is not a discussion, but more like a master-disciple teaching.

"Master Qianhe, it's time for us to set off."

Manager Wu came over and interrupted.

Taoist Qianhe was still unfinished, but he stood up and said respectfully to Xu Junming.

"Thank you so much, Taoist brother, Qianhe Minggan Wu Nei!"

A night of preaching raised his understanding of Chunyang Taoism to a new level. Such an opportunity is rare but rare.

"It's good if fellow Taoist can gain something."

Chizuru hesitated for a moment.

"Brother Taoist, are you going to the capital next?"

"yes!"

Taoist priest Qianhe's eyes lit up.

"I don't know if I, the poor Taoist, would be lucky enough to travel with my Taoist brother?"

Xu Junming briefly considered it and did not refuse.

He will indeed go to the capital next, so let's go together.

"That's great, Brother Tao, please come!"

The two of them left the stone house.

"Oh, the mule and donkey are both dead, how can we drag the prince's coffin on the road?!"

The black steward waved the pink handkerchief in his hand, with a sad look on his face.

Xu Junming pointed the green bamboo stick in his hand at the coffin in the stone house, which quickly shrank and flew in front of Taoist Master Qianhe.

"It's quite heavy, so I'd like to ask my Taoist friends to pick it up."

Although his Hutian Compression Technique can compress the volume, it cannot change the weight.

Taoist Master Qianhe, who was surprised by Xu Junming's magical power, nodded quickly and stretched out his hands.

Xu Junming's heart moved, and the copper coffin fell.

In an instant, Chief Qianhe's face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and his feet sank deeply into the soil.

If I hadn't been prepared in advance, I would have fallen down and made a big fool of myself.

Xu Junming waved his hand, and the coffin flew up.

Taoist priest Qianhe quickly took a breath and looked much more relaxed.

"If you can trust me, I will pick up this coffin and return it to you when we get to the place."

"no!"

Wu Guanshi, who had just finished speaking, looked at Xu Junming's deep eyes, his heart trembled, and he said quickly.

"I want to ask Brother Seventy-One!"

"Master Wu, just follow what the Taoist Master said!"

The boy sitting in the soft sedan said calmly.

Looking at his eyes, Xu Junming smiled faintly.

Although this little guy tried his best to act like an adult, the curiosity and occasional innocence in his eyes could not be hidden from others.

With a move of his left hand, the copper coffin became the size of a matchbox and flew to the bamboo stick.

From the joint of the bamboo joints, an emerald-green beard grew out, trapping the copper coffin.

An earth-yellow light flashed beneath his feet, and the dead mules, horses and donkeys slowly sank into the ground.

As for the stone house built using the earth-moving method, Xu Junming did not touch it.

“From now on, let’s provide a place for merchants and travelers to rest!”

"Brother Daoist Xu, let's go!" Taoist Master Qianhe came over and said.

Xu Junming nodded and stepped forward.

The soil after the heavy rain was very soft, and everyone else had one foot in water and one foot in mud. But Xu Junming's shoes were spotless.

Without the burden of the heavy copper coffin, the group moved much faster.

It took more than a day to arrive at the foot of the capital.

With the help of a bronze mirror, Xu Junming could clearly see the purple energy surging above the capital, which was thousands of feet tall and far larger than the three towns of Jianghan.

"Why is there still a trace of ghostly energy hidden in this purple energy?!"

Xu Junming frowned, puzzled.

"Brother Xu Dao, we are about to enter the city."

Nodding towards Taoist Master Qianhe, Xu Junming walked over.

Now that the Jin Dynasty has been overthrown, although it still retains the title of emperor and the right to live in the Forbidden City, the capital has become the territory of the revolutionary army.

The defenders of the city were also soldiers with rifles on their backs, big-brimmed hats, and short hair.

As a member of the royal family, Brother Seventy-One, although the ship was ruined, there were still three pounds of nails in the ruined ship, and the soldiers guarding the city were not in trouble.

The group entered the city successfully.

Xu Junming remembered that in his last life, he had seen the image data of the old capital restored by artificial intelligence on the Internet. Looking at it now, it is really the same.
To be continued...