Who brought this guy into the monastic circle?.

Chapter 249 A Special Village

"This place doesn't work, let's try another one."

When the layman said this, Han Yu was immediately shocked.

This guy just escaped from death, but he still wants to die again.

Especially since he was not just thinking about it, as he said this, he had already taken out his "Millennium Treasure Mirror" and started flipping through it.

The corner of Han Yu's mouth twitched. He was quite impressed by him. Are all overseas monks so wild?

"Let me borrow your book."

However, Han Yu was quite curious about the book in his hand. Thousands of years ago, the corpse refining lineage buried something here, which must have been done very cautiously and secretly.

Yet someone managed to write it in a book.

For a moment, I couldn't help but develop a strong interest in this book.

The layman was generous and handed the book over directly. Han Yu took it and flipped through a few pages.

But the more he changed his expression, the weirder it became. When he finally turned to a page describing the magic pen, Han Yu raised his head and glanced at the layman, then turned the pages even faster.

Sowing beans to make soldiers...

Han Yu did not turn the pages again. Instead, he closed the book and began to carefully observe the cover. Soon he raised his head and spoke to the layman with a smile on his face.

“Was this book expensive when you bought it?”

"A product worth a fortune must be a top-notch product. It's not a question of whether it's expensive or not."

That means it's not expensive...

The layman obviously had not yet realized the connotation of Han Yu's words and was still talking and laughing.

Han Yu was too lazy to play dumb, so he gently peeled off the outer cover of the book. He didn't need to peel off the entire cover, just lightly scratched the part that contained the Millennium Treasure Mirror. After tearing off the blue cover, another layer of blue background was revealed.

The four words "Thousand Years of Miscellaneous Essays" are extremely clear.

"This thing is sold here as a storybook."

Han Yu spoke teasingly.

Phew~

Coconut was the first one to understand and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Then it was my cousin and Yixian's turn. The two of them looked at the ordinary man as if he were a fool, and finally they couldn't help but burst into laughter.

The vulgar man's face turned extremely dark and he gritted his teeth.

"After I go back, I will join the gold-killing team. You bastard, you even cheated a loyal customer like me."

After hearing this, everyone burst into laughter. They thought that the seller had a bad reputation and that the common people had fallen into the trap of their own without learning their lesson.

“Actually, this book isn’t fake.”

Han Yu laughed along for a while before comforting her.

Including this underground palace, it is the third record that has been verified in the miscellaneous discussions over the millennium.

It was only briefly described before, and none of the people knew about the story of turning beans into soldiers and the magic pen.

After Han Yu gave a detailed account, a group of people were immediately astonished, especially his cousin. It was okay to turn beans into soldiers, but the magic pen was definitely a weapon refining technique.

Han Yu thought about it for a moment, and then told him about the Tianxing Flag and his conversation with Mo Yang.

My cousin was silent for a long time, and finally took a deep breath.

The corpse refining techniques of the lineage were indeed beyond his imagination, especially those fantastic ideas, the combination of supernatural powers and magical tools.

"My brother is right. The calculations of several generations of Mohists have developed to the point where this is the final result."

Then he became a little depressed, he couldn't even imitate these things.

I don't know how big the difference is between the theoretical levels of the two.

"I seized a Sky-walking Flag and the magic pen. Old Man Ling said he wanted to take them back for you Mohists to study, so I gave them to you."

Han Yu's words made his cousin's eyes light up. If there was a model here, he would be very excited.

It was the middle of the night and he couldn't sit still any longer. He immediately couldn't wait to go back to Shenjiyuan.

"Are you not going to continue treasure hunting?"

The layman spoke quickly. He was still thinking about continuing the treasure hunt! If everyone ran away, what was the point of the treasure hunt?
"Why bother looking for treasure? The little gadgets I made in my house are more interesting than those buried in the ground. You all should come back with me. Shenjiyuan is definitely more interesting than the gloomy underground palace."

Besides, my cousin has no time to follow them around, with a legendary magic pen and a flag that can teleport locations.

If he could be given these two things, he wouldn't have to go out for a year.

"Really?"

Yixian and Yezi were somewhat interested after hearing this. There have always been legends about the Mohist school in the world of cultivators, but there are very few people who actually have the opportunity to enter the Mohist school's Shenji Academy.

So the place has always been mysterious to the outside world. Now that the cousin has invited them, they both want to go there.

“Is it really fun?”

The layman glanced at him with suspicion.

"You still don't believe it, you can play in it for a month and still keep it fresh."

The cousin glared at him and said unhappily.

After these words were spoken, even ordinary people wanted to go, and a group of people went to see Han Yu again, wanting to take him with them.

"I won't go. I want to continue wandering around."

The spirit of the weapon was right. The elixir was his foundation. He didn't know when the King of Hell would jump out to deal with him. It was important to improve his strength quickly.

"Then let's go first. If there's any progress, I'll use the messenger bird to find you."

It's not surprising that the group seemed a little impatient.

With the model around, given my cousin's penchant for studying, he would be extremely restless for half an hour at night, so how could he sit still?

After watching the few people leave on the goshawk, Han Yu set off to fly eastwards...
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"Is this the location?"

After the hawk fell hurriedly from the sky, it disintegrated in an instant, and the iron pieces scattered to form an iron box.

Han Yu wiped it away and the iron box disappeared instantly.

The spirit of the weapon jumped up and down in the sea of ​​consciousness, constantly urging him.

After flying eastward for a long time, the guy's eyes suddenly looked murderous and he yelled at him to come down quickly.

Han Yu was startled and quickly got down without thinking. He thought something had happened, but after holding it in for a long time, this guy said this.

"Woo woo...I found a magical person."

Han Yu's face turned black. How hungry must this guy be to find out that a person with supernatural powers was so wronged.

But on second thought, it seems that the last person with gifted supernatural powers was a few months ago, and the one who was fleeced was Bai Junya.

Thinking more deeply, it seems that this guy hasn't received any energy for a long time.

Han Yu felt a little regretful, because after thinking about it further, he remembered that he still owed this guy thirty-eight years of luck.

At the beginning, Ling Wuce brought three monks with great luck to Baidi City, whose ages were five, six, and eight respectively. Xiao Liuli gave all the feedback power to herself and made a lot of profit from it.

He had almost forgotten about it, but now that he was yelled at, he remembered it.

So he kept silent, and as a result, not only did he remember it, but the spirit of the weapon also remembered it.

"Oh, I almost forgot that you still owe me thirty-eight years of luck. I almost let you escape the debt."

The spirit of the weapon kept jumping in the sea of ​​consciousness, and this time it definitely wanted to have it all to itself.

"The power is yours now. You must take good care of the bottle for me and don't snatch it from me again."

Its little face was twisted into a knot, as if it was remembering the unbearable exploitation in the past.

"Go, go, go!"

Han Yu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but nodded in agreement.

It’s true that this guy is greedy for energy, but the last time he gave all the energy to himself, he really helped me when I needed it.

Therefore, when Han Yu was in charge, he really couldn't bring himself to squeeze it like a bottle.

only……

"You tell me there are people in this godforsaken place? Can there be monks?"

Han Yu glanced at the vast beach. There was no one, not even a bird.

"In front, in front."

The spirit of the weapon was confident and pointed ahead, urging them to hurry.

It doesn't dare to boast about other things, but when it comes to luck and innate magical powers, its sense of smell will never be wrong.

Following the direction guided by the spirit of the weapon, a dense forest appeared in front of us instead of the beach.

"right here."

The spirit of the weapon exclaimed repeatedly.

But when Han Yu looked around, he saw nothing at all.

We passed through the dense forest and came to a small hill. After climbing up, our view suddenly opened up.

Surrounded by several mountains, there is a small village located in the middle. If you don’t climb up to look at it, almost no one can find this place on weekdays.

The village is filled with simple wooden houses, and if you count them carefully, there are less than a hundred households.

It was noon now, and smoke was curling up from the wooden houses everywhere.

When Han Yu came in, the pedestrians in the village looked at him at the same time.

"Huh? These villagers are all monks."

The spirit of the weapon was a little surprised. If it were in another place, even if someone from the Transcendent Realm came, it wouldn't be such a big deal.

But it would be interesting if everyone in a small village practiced cultivation.

The people here seemed to be a bit xenophobic, and the looks they gave Han Yu were all very strange.

Soon, several strong men came up carrying farm tools. Wow, they beat the farm tools into... No, they beat the magic weapons into farm tools. This place is really special.

"We don't welcome outsiders into our village. If you are lost in the mountains, just go west and you will get out."

A sturdy man spoke in a buzzing voice.

"It's very strange here. Everyone has cultivation skills, but none of them look like a cultivator. Where do they get their resources?"

The spirit of the weapon muttered in its sea of ​​consciousness.

"Don't think about that for now. They don't welcome us right now."

Han Yu glanced at the villagers who had unfriendly expressions and reminded them in his sea of ​​consciousness.

"They are just little monks. They can't do anything to you. What are you afraid of?"

The weapon spirit didn't care for a moment. The highest cultivation level of these people in front of it was only the Other Shore Realm, and the rest were either in the Divine Bridge Realm or the Divine Spring Realm. Did they still need it to teach?

Of course, it swept a large area.

Han Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes at it, then he clasped his fists towards the few people and walked back.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Don't go!"

The spirit of the weapon became anxious.

"Are you stupid? This is obviously a village. If a conflict really breaks out, you won't be able to use your Hexi Pills."

Han Yu spoke unhappily as he walked.

The voluntary rules of Hexi Dan restrict people strictly. There is no way to use shortcuts like ordinary elixirs. If you really try to use it on a large area, you will end up hurting yourself.

"Then don't really leave!"

The spirit of the weapon was extremely anxious. It had finally found such a gifted person with supernatural powers, and it would not let him go no matter what.

"Who said I was leaving."

Han Yu chuckled and suddenly sank into the ground.

After walking underground for a while, he changed his position while asking the spirit of the weapon for directions.

"Find the person first and then think of a solution."

This is what Han Yu planned.

"arrive!"

The spirit of the weapon suddenly spoke, and after Han Yu stopped, his head slowly emerged.

As soon as I emerged from the ground, I saw a snow-white figure in front of me. The rain and dew on the two Wushan Mountains had not yet dried. The figure also looked over at me in a daze, and her pretty face was filled with shame, anger, fear, and a strong murderous intent...

(End of this chapter)