Chapter 252 Defeated
The sword fingers were formed into a sword formula and turned slowly.
The flying sword circled Han An's wrist like a swimming dragon, its edge sharp and cold.
The cyan mana steaming around him caused the ripples around his body to vibrate.
The black-robed Taoist on the other side of the stone table took it indifferently, without even frowning. He just looked at Han An calmly, who was facing a formidable enemy.
Is the situation tense?
It sounds like.
But I always felt that the devil was a little too confident. He didn't even show the slightest nervousness, he just stretched out his hand quietly.
The small black flag was just held up.
"Since Fellow Daoist Han thinks I am a devil, then Fellow Daoist Han will accept this magic weapon, so that others will not use this magic weapon to collect ghosts. This can be regarded as removing a scourge for the common people."
Tu Shanjun just raised his hands while confessing.
Although he still looked like a black-robed Taoist, Han An felt that the person in front of him was old and decrepit. Although he was surrounded by Zen, he was like a rickety old monkey giving away the peaches he had picked.
Just by looking at his temperament, we can see that the Taoist in front of him is not evil or violent, nor does he have any strong malice.
But when it comes to goodness, it's not like that.
On the contrary, there is a kind of tranquility like a solitary shadow in the world.
The Dharma Eyes of the Spiritual Officer are opened.
Han An could see clearly that the spiritual light of the black-robed Taoist was dim, and the magic candle seemed to be swaying in the wind and would be extinguished at any time.
In this way, Tu Shanjun did not deceive him, he really had no power.
But such a powerful monk cannot simply guess that even if there is only the last trace of mana left, he will be killed for just a moment.
Han An stretched out his hand.
Countless ways to get the banners came to his mind.
Even he didn't realize that the distance between his hand and the Sovereign Soul Flag was close at hand.
It seems that the small flag in front of me can be taken away at any time.
After a stalemate for a while, Han An laughed at himself.
From soft to loud, he sighed quietly: "I can't take it away."
Tu Shanjun was not surprised.
After all, he is also a master of the golden elixir. He has walked out of his own way. Even if there is only a trace of mana left, the Qi of his whole body is still perfect.
In Han An's eyes, he had no way of starting.
…
"I am not a righteous person, so I am not qualified to speak nonsense about evil."
In the blink of an eye, the flying sword turned into a wooden ring again and surrounded his wrist, and the steaming green mana on his body gradually extinguished.
Han An sat down on the stone pier, picked up the butterfly-shaped wine cup on the stone table in front of him, and drank up his head.
Only then did Tushanjun look a little surprised.
The soul flag is not included in the sleeve robe, but is usually placed on the table.
"If you can guard your true heart and prevent the spiritual altar from being covered in dust, you have already entered the Tao with half a foot."
"It's hard for you to walk in the world as a spirit and still cultivate such weird ways."
Han An raised his head suddenly as he picked up the butterfly bowl.
The stern expression turned into a helpless smile in just a moment: "The Taoist Master is indeed unpredictable."
"There are no locust flowers that are evergreen all year round. It's just so strange. You actually have the ability to control the ghosts. The ghosts are also warmed and nourished. It's really miraculous." Tu Shanjun just said lightly, his rickety body gradually straightened up.
Lived in Huaifeng for half a year.
Because Tushanjun is not just living in seclusion, it is inevitable that he will explore some things.
"Yes, I am the big locust tree in Huaifeng City." Han An nodded and admitted.
Logically speaking, the two of them should actually have something to say.
After all, one is considered a devil and the other is a spirit.
All the monsters and monsters are gathered together.
Just like what Han An said, how could he make false claims to correct evil.
After finishing another glass, he put down the wine bowl and praised: "Good wine, but I really don't have the intention of drinking and having fun."
Han An was really surprised by what he saw today. Although he had already made a guess, it was better to get confirmation from Tu Shanjun.
As for whether Tu Shanjun can help, Han An no longer has extravagant hopes.
No matter what kind of person the black-robed Taoist is, this treasure is after all a magic weapon that collects souls. Even if it is used as a support, it is absolutely unreliable.
"Master Taoist, don't you wonder why I help the people in the city?" Han An suddenly thought.
Why didn't the other party discuss good and evil with him like a common demon, but instead continued to make medicine very quietly?
He didn't even care about the small black gold flag on the desk, let alone asked why he helped Huaifeng.
"If fellow Taoist has something to say, I'll be happy to listen. Otherwise, what does it have to do with me?" Tu Shanjun put down the medicine pestle and compared the appearance of the finished medicinal materials described in the book.
“If the road is not level, someone will plow it; if things are not level, someone will take care of it.”
"When someone is in charge, do I have to ask the reason and speculate on their purpose?"
"It's hard to be busy when you have nothing to do."
"The way to break the situation is here. If you want to, take it. If you don't, just find your own way out. Just go ahead." Tu Shanjun waved his hand, looking rather impatient.
If he really had so much leisure, how could he practice with peace of mind.
As long as they don't block his way, he doesn't really care what others do.
If anyone blocks his path to immortality, regardless of whether it is the righteous path or the devil's path, his body will die and his path will disappear, and his life will enter the banner to complete his path to immortality.
‘My seat? ’
‘You still say that you are not a devil? ’
Han An was slandering while looking at the small black gold flag on the table. He stretched out his hand, held it in his hand and said, "Taoist Master..."
The next scene immediately made his eyes widen.
The Taoist priest in black robes in front of him turned into ashes and disappeared into the night sky in the evening breeze.
"this……"
Even though Han An had seen a lot of strange things, what happened in front of him was too bizarre, like a dream.
If it weren't for the fact that the butterfly bowl he drank from was still there and stained with wine, he would even feel that he had been immersed in a hallucination.
After looking at the soul flag in his hand, he finally put it into his arms and left confused.
…
Stepping into the courtyard, the charming woman hurriedly greeted him.
First, he carefully checked whether Han An was injured, and then said worriedly: "Master, you are finally back. I sensed Master's magic power and thought something had happened."
"It's true, but there's no need to worry too much, madam."
Han An patted the back of Ying Ji's weak and boneless hand to comfort her.
It's just that for a while, I didn't know how to talk about what happened.
In fact, even he himself has not straightened things out yet. All in all, he must have met an expert.
Such people cannot be divided into any clear categories. It can only be said to be very troublesome, especially... Han An couldn't help but take out the small black gold flag when he thought of this.
The treasure has become dirty, and now the soul flag has lost the terrifying aura of the magic weapon. It is like a children's toy, without any danger at all.
Ying Ji seemed to have noticed Han An's mood, and thought she was disappointed, so she changed the topic in another direction: "The master and that Taoist priest started fighting?"
Han An nodded but felt something was wrong, so he shook his head.
When the black-robed Taoist handed out the soul flag for the first time, the other party's round aura didn't give him any chance to take action.
Somehow, he just had a feeling that if he dared to reach out and take it, he would definitely die in the hands of the black-robed Taoist.
Anyway, he lost.
Very thorough.
…
Another seven days.
In the camp of the rebel bandits, a tall altar stands.
The bottom layer is covered with flesh and blood, with white bones stacked in the middle, while the top is a human head supporting an altar.
More than a dozen monks in white robes on the altar chanted chants, and their magical power condensed into a beam of light that shone on the altar in front of them. Suddenly, a dark wind suddenly blew up, the mist grew, and the roar of a fierce ghost came from it.
Hundreds of evil spirits emerged and ran around in it.
The monk presiding over the altar ceremony stood up, behind him were swaggering flags, covered with gloomy-colored talismans.
The magic formula in his hand changed, and he said loudly: "The rampant troops are gathering. Next, we only need to kill the supernatural power in the city."
"Don't accidentally kill ordinary people, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
"Discipline the rampant soldiers and ghost generals well."
They can't control what the immortal master on the altar does, let alone dare to control it.
The only orders they received were to "make fire, make food, take a good rest, and attack the city at five o'clock." ’
The Immortal Master was so high up that even Qu Shuai didn't dare to offend him, and he still wanted to provide him with delicious food and drink. The soldiers sent to guard the altar had no choice but to come here.
Even though they had already witnessed the scene of immortal masters subduing evil spirits, such a huge surge of ghost soldiers still made their spines run cold and their scalps numb.
…
Huaifeng is shrouded in the shadow of rogue bandits outside the city.
The general who defended the city was named Zhao Zhong, and he was the county lieutenant of Huaifeng.
It's just that years of easy living and drinking and sex have long since eroded his body.
Seeing the blazing beacon fire and the stretching military tents, his face was pale and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
I have never seen such a big scene, so if I face it suddenly, I will naturally feel uneasy and fearful.
"Captain Han, what did you see?" Zhao Zhongqiang pretended to be calm and looked at Han An, who was standing tall beside him.
In ordinary army battles, he can still come in handy.
Although his body is severely deficient, fortunately, his foundation is still there, and he has certain abilities in battle formation commanding.
However, facing those strange immortal master's methods, he had no confidence and could only rely on Han An.
Speaking of which, in the past, the county's police officers were just errand boys. It was not until the appearance of this man that he took on the important role and became the pillar of the county government's yamen. No demons or ghosts could intrude on Huaifeng.
Therefore, facing such a battle, Zhao Zhong could only hope that the Huaifeng head catcher could use magical means.
The rebels were stationed only ten miles away from Huaifeng. It could be said that they would be there in the blink of an eye, so he couldn't help but worry.
"Captain Zhao, please be patient and wait for me to check."
Han An nodded and tapped his forehead with his fingers, his eyes flashed with spiritual light, and his Dharma Eyes opened.
It was clearly dusk, but there was no glow. There were only large cumulus clouds, covering half of the sky gloomily, and they were slowly covering Huaifeng.
"The black smoke stretches for miles. I'm afraid something is causing trouble."
Han An's expression was solemn. He didn't understand the military formations, but how could he not see such an obvious evil spirit? He was afraid that when they gathered people in the city for defense, the monks behind the rebels were also prepared. Prepare.
Dark clouds were looming over the city, as if you could reach out and touch the cumulus clouds above your head.
In a short time, the entire sky was covered.
It was obviously dusk and the world suddenly darkened.
"It's such a heavy fog." The bear pattern flashed on Li San's back, standing next to Han An.
Because of the nightmare pattern's possession, Li San's body has changed. Not only is his lameness better, but his body is also stronger than before.
"It's not mist, it's someone opening an altar and performing rituals. The altar rituals are still making noise like this. What kind of method is it?"
"The royal decree calls for troops and horses."
"Could it be that he is a rampant soldier and a ghost general?"
Han An's sharp hawk-like gaze seemed to penetrate the heavy fog in front of him.
"coming!"
Han An's expression changed.
Immediately he fired the signal flare in his hand.
The fireworks exploded, bringing only surprise and joy to everyone in the city.