Chapter 82: Me and Fellow Daoist 1
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Shi Hua Ji Da Shi Xiong La
"This fellow Taoist, a Taoist who is poor and enlightened! Can you take me into the tomb of the Demon Emperor?"
Walking to the front and back of Jiang Feng, the fat Taoist showed a smile on his face, and his narrow eyes narrowed into a slit.
I thought to myself, let Lao Tzu wait for someone who can beat him, and he can't let it go, otherwise the treasure in the mausoleum will not be available.
Before Jiang Feng could speak, Ye Yao'er beside him couldn't help but said, "Senior brother, this Taoist priest doesn't look like a good person at first glance!"
"Brother, I also think what Third Junior Sister said is right, let's just ignore this guy."
It was rare for Xiao Yurou to agree with Ye Yaoer's words, looking at the fat Taoist priest blocking the way, her beautiful eyes were full of guard.
At this time, monks from other sects around also kindly reminded them.
"This senior brother of the Daotian Sword Sect, your junior sister is right, this fat Taoist priest is a magic stick! Don't be fooled by him!"
Hearing so many people speak ill of him, the fat Taoist is in a hurry!
"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"
"Fellow Daoist, don't listen to other people's nonsense, the poor Daoist will definitely help you on this trip!"
However, what he didn't know was that it was more likely to attract suspicion when he said this.
Because on the surface, there is no spirit treasure on this fat Taoist priest, and even the clothes are made of ordinary linen.
In his hand, he held an alms bowl with one corner missing.
The whole person looks more like a stinky beggar than a normal Taoist priest...
Jiang Feng didn't speak, but a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
As a traveler who knows the plot of the game, he naturally knows the identity of the fat Taoist priest in front of him, and he is indeed a swindler!
It's just that the identity of this magic stick in the game is very mysterious.
Because the things that this guy took out are all of greater origin than the same, and there are not many descriptions of him in the game.
The alms bowl he held in his hand was actually a broken fairy artifact!
And the commoner clothes on his body are impenetrable by water and fire, and are also a very high-level spiritual treasure!
If you find an opportunity, you must pick it up!
Think about this.
Jiang Feng looked at the fat Taoist priest's round face and said, "My fellow Taoist, you don't say your name, you just read a name, it's hard to believe you!"
When he spoke, he pretended to be sorry.
It seemed that as long as the fat Taoist said his real name, he was willing to take him into the tomb of the demon emperor, and everyone around him believed it.
The fat Taoist naturally believed it too. This Taoist friend of the Daotian Sword Sect is so handsome, he shouldn't deceive the monks, right?
So, he said frankly: "Fang Youde, who has a poor Taoist common name! Let fellow Taoists laugh!"
Sure enough it was him!
After Jiang Feng heard the name, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he was already thinking about how to cheat this guy.
Ye Yao'er couldn't sit still seeing her senior brother chatting with the fat Taoist priest so speculatively.
She took Jiang Feng's hand, raised her face and said, "Brother, you really don't want to bring this Taoist priest in with you, do you? He doesn't look like a good person!"
"Junior sister Yao'er, didn't senior brother tell you that we cultivators must not judge people by their appearance," Jiang Feng said while patting Ye Yao'er's little head.
"This fat... This fellow Daoist Fang has a round face, so he is not an ordinary person at first glance!"
"Fang Daoyou and I hit it off right away! It's too late to meet each other!"
With that said, Jiang Feng took a step forward and took the initiative to hold Fang Youde's fat hand.
It's like meeting an old acquaintance, with a refreshing smile on his face.
Fang Youde was flattered!
Immeasurable, his grandma, Tianzun, fellow Taoists of the Daotian Sword Sect, are they all so enthusiastic?
Scared of the poor...
At this time, Xiao Yurou couldn't sit still anymore.
Brother, he is not interested in this fat man, is he?
No, you must let the brother return to the category of normal people, otherwise she will have nowhere to cry.
The only place where you can cry is in your brother's arms.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yurou walked over and hugged Jiang Feng's arm, and said softly, "Senior brother, it's enough to have Yurou follow you, right?"
As she said that, she blinked playfully, her long eyelashes were like a butterfly spreading its wings, which was touching.
Jiang Feng felt that the junior sister should be worried that she would be cheated.
What a wonderful junior sister!
He also touched Xiao Yurou's small head, and said: "Junior Sister, don't worry, this Fellow Daoist Fang is not a bad person, don't you think so?"
He looked at the fat Taoist priest.
Fang Youde quickly said: "Yes, yes, what fellow Taoist Jiang Feng said is absolutely true. I am a monk, how can I have any bad thoughts?"
Xiao Yurou looked suspiciously, looked at Jiang Feng, then at the fat Taoist priest, feeling that the two were hiding something.
Jiang Feng was worried that there would be another moth, so he said to the two girls: "Yurou, Yao'er, you wait for me outside first, and I will go back with this fellow Taoist Fang!"
"no!"
"Can't!"
Two voices sounded almost simultaneously.
"Brother, it must be very dangerous inside this mausoleum, don't take risks, okay?"
Ye Yaoer looked at Jiang Feng eagerly, her big eyes were full of worry.
Xiao Yurou also agreed, "Third Junior Sister is right, Senior Brother, it's too dangerous for you to go in alone!"
Jiang Feng's heart warmed, and he looked at Xiao Yurou and Ye Yao'er seriously.
"Don't worry, brother will never get hurt, I promise!"
"Promise me, will you stay outside obediently? If you are injured, I will be worried, brother."
I heard Jiang Feng say that.
Xiao Yurou and Ye Yao'er were all taken aback for a moment, their little faces flushed slightly.
I'm injured, brother, he will be worried!
A sweet sense of happiness arises spontaneously!
"Then...brother, you must be careful!"
"Well, we'll wait for you to come back..."
After saying these words, the two girls obediently let go of their little hands.
Seeing Jiang Feng and the fat Taoist shoulder to shoulder, they walked towards the entrance of the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum.
……
Jiang Feng hooked Fang Youde's shoulder, and when he walked to the entrance of the mausoleum, he stopped suddenly.
She stared straight at Fang Youde, then quietly stretched out her hand in front of him, as if asking for something, with a weird smile on her lips.
Fang Youde was dumbfounded.
"Jiang Daoyou, what are you?"
Jiang Feng frowned, looked at him and said, "Fang Daoyou, I don't have any good treasures on my body, at least you can take some spirit treasures for my self-defense?"
Fang Youde thought for a while, his obese body trembled violently, and the fat on his face trembled even more.
What the hell!
Isn't this riding a horse just to rob?
A disciple of the Daotian Sword Sect actually set his mind on a monk like him!
Is there any king law?
Are there any laws?
However, considering Jiang Feng's sincere appearance, he actually believed it a little bit!
Either way, just trust him once!
Think about this.
Fang Youde turned over the bowl in his hand, poured out a thick and long rope, and handed it to Jiang Feng.
He said with some pain: "Jiang Daoyou, this thing is called Xianxiansuo, and it is a ninth-level spiritual treasure.
It is said that even immortals cannot break free when they are tied up, remember to return it to me when you run out! "
Walking to the front and back of Jiang Feng, the fat Taoist showed a smile on his face, and his narrow eyes narrowed into a slit.
I thought to myself, let Lao Tzu wait for someone who can beat him, and he can't let it go, otherwise the treasure in the mausoleum will not be available.
Before Jiang Feng could speak, Ye Yao'er beside him couldn't help but said, "Senior brother, this Taoist priest doesn't look like a good person at first glance!"
"Brother, I also think what Third Junior Sister said is right, let's just ignore this guy."
It was rare for Xiao Yurou to agree with Ye Yaoer's words, looking at the fat Taoist priest blocking the way, her beautiful eyes were full of guard.
At this time, monks from other sects around also kindly reminded them.
"This senior brother of the Daotian Sword Sect, your junior sister is right, this fat Taoist priest is a magic stick! Don't be fooled by him!"
Hearing so many people speak ill of him, the fat Taoist is in a hurry!
"Infinite Heavenly Venerate!"
"Fellow Daoist, don't listen to other people's nonsense, the poor Daoist will definitely help you on this trip!"
However, what he didn't know was that it was more likely to attract suspicion when he said this.
Because on the surface, there is no spirit treasure on this fat Taoist priest, and even the clothes are made of ordinary linen.
In his hand, he held an alms bowl with one corner missing.
The whole person looks more like a stinky beggar than a normal Taoist priest...
Jiang Feng didn't speak, but a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
As a traveler who knows the plot of the game, he naturally knows the identity of the fat Taoist priest in front of him, and he is indeed a swindler!
It's just that the identity of this magic stick in the game is very mysterious.
Because the things that this guy took out are all of greater origin than the same, and there are not many descriptions of him in the game.
The alms bowl he held in his hand was actually a broken fairy artifact!
And the commoner clothes on his body are impenetrable by water and fire, and are also a very high-level spiritual treasure!
If you find an opportunity, you must pick it up!
Think about this.
Jiang Feng looked at the fat Taoist priest's round face and said, "My fellow Taoist, you don't say your name, you just read a name, it's hard to believe you!"
When he spoke, he pretended to be sorry.
It seemed that as long as the fat Taoist said his real name, he was willing to take him into the tomb of the demon emperor, and everyone around him believed it.
The fat Taoist naturally believed it too. This Taoist friend of the Daotian Sword Sect is so handsome, he shouldn't deceive the monks, right?
So, he said frankly: "Fang Youde, who has a poor Taoist common name! Let fellow Taoists laugh!"
Sure enough it was him!
After Jiang Feng heard the name, the smile on his face became even bigger, and he was already thinking about how to cheat this guy.
Ye Yao'er couldn't sit still seeing her senior brother chatting with the fat Taoist priest so speculatively.
She took Jiang Feng's hand, raised her face and said, "Brother, you really don't want to bring this Taoist priest in with you, do you? He doesn't look like a good person!"
"Junior sister Yao'er, didn't senior brother tell you that we cultivators must not judge people by their appearance," Jiang Feng said while patting Ye Yao'er's little head.
"This fat... This fellow Daoist Fang has a round face, so he is not an ordinary person at first glance!"
"Fang Daoyou and I hit it off right away! It's too late to meet each other!"
With that said, Jiang Feng took a step forward and took the initiative to hold Fang Youde's fat hand.
It's like meeting an old acquaintance, with a refreshing smile on his face.
Fang Youde was flattered!
Immeasurable, his grandma, Tianzun, fellow Taoists of the Daotian Sword Sect, are they all so enthusiastic?
Scared of the poor...
At this time, Xiao Yurou couldn't sit still anymore.
Brother, he is not interested in this fat man, is he?
No, you must let the brother return to the category of normal people, otherwise she will have nowhere to cry.
The only place where you can cry is in your brother's arms.
Thinking of this, Xiao Yurou walked over and hugged Jiang Feng's arm, and said softly, "Senior brother, it's enough to have Yurou follow you, right?"
As she said that, she blinked playfully, her long eyelashes were like a butterfly spreading its wings, which was touching.
Jiang Feng felt that the junior sister should be worried that she would be cheated.
What a wonderful junior sister!
He also touched Xiao Yurou's small head, and said: "Junior Sister, don't worry, this Fellow Daoist Fang is not a bad person, don't you think so?"
He looked at the fat Taoist priest.
Fang Youde quickly said: "Yes, yes, what fellow Taoist Jiang Feng said is absolutely true. I am a monk, how can I have any bad thoughts?"
Xiao Yurou looked suspiciously, looked at Jiang Feng, then at the fat Taoist priest, feeling that the two were hiding something.
Jiang Feng was worried that there would be another moth, so he said to the two girls: "Yurou, Yao'er, you wait for me outside first, and I will go back with this fellow Taoist Fang!"
"no!"
"Can't!"
Two voices sounded almost simultaneously.
"Brother, it must be very dangerous inside this mausoleum, don't take risks, okay?"
Ye Yaoer looked at Jiang Feng eagerly, her big eyes were full of worry.
Xiao Yurou also agreed, "Third Junior Sister is right, Senior Brother, it's too dangerous for you to go in alone!"
Jiang Feng's heart warmed, and he looked at Xiao Yurou and Ye Yao'er seriously.
"Don't worry, brother will never get hurt, I promise!"
"Promise me, will you stay outside obediently? If you are injured, I will be worried, brother."
I heard Jiang Feng say that.
Xiao Yurou and Ye Yao'er were all taken aback for a moment, their little faces flushed slightly.
I'm injured, brother, he will be worried!
A sweet sense of happiness arises spontaneously!
"Then...brother, you must be careful!"
"Well, we'll wait for you to come back..."
After saying these words, the two girls obediently let go of their little hands.
Seeing Jiang Feng and the fat Taoist shoulder to shoulder, they walked towards the entrance of the Demon Emperor's Mausoleum.
……
Jiang Feng hooked Fang Youde's shoulder, and when he walked to the entrance of the mausoleum, he stopped suddenly.
She stared straight at Fang Youde, then quietly stretched out her hand in front of him, as if asking for something, with a weird smile on her lips.
Fang Youde was dumbfounded.
"Jiang Daoyou, what are you?"
Jiang Feng frowned, looked at him and said, "Fang Daoyou, I don't have any good treasures on my body, at least you can take some spirit treasures for my self-defense?"
Fang Youde thought for a while, his obese body trembled violently, and the fat on his face trembled even more.
What the hell!
Isn't this riding a horse just to rob?
A disciple of the Daotian Sword Sect actually set his mind on a monk like him!
Is there any king law?
Are there any laws?
However, considering Jiang Feng's sincere appearance, he actually believed it a little bit!
Either way, just trust him once!
Think about this.
Fang Youde turned over the bowl in his hand, poured out a thick and long rope, and handed it to Jiang Feng.
He said with some pain: "Jiang Daoyou, this thing is called Xianxiansuo, and it is a ninth-level spiritual treasure.
It is said that even immortals cannot break free when they are tied up, remember to return it to me when you run out! "
