Until returning to Tongguan.

Tu Shanjun also did not look back for the big-headed ghost and did whatever he had to do, as if he was not affected at all.

The big-headed ghost must have been frightened.

He wanted to commit suicide at that time, and he would never lie. No matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to figure out the truth behind it.

After knowing the problem that Big-headed Ghost wanted to break through, Tu Shanjun felt that if he didn't make good use of it, he would really be sorry for such generous conditions, let alone maximize the benefits.

Although it is a risk, it is always worth it.

The fact that the big-headed ghost was not destroyed by Yuanling Sect and Wuling Sect shows that he is very strong. Not to mention winning over others, as long as he can stand up at the critical moment, he can make the high-level monks of the two sects somewhat worried.

If he can buy more time, Tushanjun will be able to grow rapidly and gain strength.

Of course, it's not just that.

Tu Shanjun still hopes to use other evil spirits to improve his own strength, at least to break through the current level.

However, Tu Shanjun no longer wants to do this kind of insecure thing. Even if he is 40 to 50 percent sure, he is gambling with his life.

It would be better to die directly in Qingwenguan, that would be a lot easier.

Throwing the dying two-horned ghost into the soul banner, Tu Shanjun immediately broke through the ninth level of Qi training and was already at the peak of the later stage of Qi training.

"Sir, is there something following us?"

Returning to the government office, Wen Yue set up a small formation and used magic stones to isolate the outer layer. This was a crude formation learned from the Yuanling Sect. Unless his strength exceeded too much, it would be enough.

Tushanjun nodded.

The ghost following behind me was truly extraordinary.

The big-headed ghost has a lot of skills, and even Tushanjun can't tell what the other person is doing.

This matter must be treated with caution.

But now that I have reached the ninth level of Qi training, I have also studied the method of blood curse.

Although Tu Shanjun is not yet capable of disintegrating it, he has found a way to hide the blood curse. Unless the opponent gets very close and uses the bloody compass to test it, it will basically not be discovered.

Stretching out the ghost hand, the blue-black arm is strong and strong.

The oval-shaped nail of his index finger cut open his palm, and black and red blood flowed out.

Tu Shanjun drew a curse on Wen Yue's forehead with blood on it.

Wen Yue stood still, knowing that his husband would not harm him.

The black ghost blood lit up for a moment, and then formed a circuit chain, extending to lock the blood curse runes that had become shallow, and then suppressed the original layer of blood curse runes.

As long as one and a half years pass, even if Tushanjun is not released, the blood curse will automatically break down.

The person who cast the blood curse was himself a seriously injured monk, and his cultivation level was not necessarily very high.

With a clear understanding of the principle of the blood curse, and two or three small realms, it is enough to break the curse.

In other words, even if you don't have that long time to kill the spell, you can still decipher it as long as Tushanjun's strength reaches the perfection of Qi training.

This study of Qing literary concepts was very successful, and Tu Shanjun was quite satisfied with the results.

After knowing about such a place and reaching an agreement, it is estimated that he will be able to harvest a batch of ghosts when he returns to Qingwen Temple next time.

Feeling the rune disappear, Wen Yue quickly touched his forehead.

Surprised, he said joyfully: "Sir, have you broken down the blood curse rune?"

Tu Shanjun shook his head slightly, and the black mist condensed: 'It's just hiding. Unless you are very close, you won't be discovered.'

Of course, if the Yuanling Sect sends out a foundation-building monk, then Tushanjun will have no choice.

"Thank you sir."

Just covering up helped Wen Yue a lot, and Wen Yue quickly thanked him.

This blood curse was a huge mountain weighing on his heart.

On weekdays, I am also afraid of being bumped into by the monks of Yuanling Sect, and I feel uneasy when I think about it.

Now I can finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Even the originally tense spirit relaxed slightly.

Because he was so close, Wen Yue could smell the strong smell of alcohol.

I thought the wine was spilled somewhere, but when I smelled it carefully, I realized that it actually spilled from Mr.

"Sir, why do you smell so strong of alcohol?"

Hearing Wen Yue's question, Tu Shanjun grinned.

He was indeed in a good mood today. By accident, he found something he could eat and drink, which not only improved his strength but also temporarily solved a problem.

Not in front of others, Tushanjun can be more free and easy-going.

It's a rare release.

There are too many things that cannot be said in reality.

Entering the dream practice cliff.

Tu Shanjun didn't hide it, and used magic power to modify his voice so that it was no longer so scary.

Only then did he tell Wen Yue everything he saw and heard in Qing Wen Guan.

Tu Shanjun did not hide his deal with the Big-Headed Ghost King. The most important thing now is to enhance his own strength. As long as there is enough evil spirit, he can quickly improve his strength.

It is better to have it yourself than anyone else.

The big-headed ghost can use the practice of Qi Dzogchen to deal with the two sects, why can't we?

Moreover, Tu Shanjun also noticed that the Yuanling Sect seemed to pay too much attention to the battlefield of Nanyue Mountain. Even the evil spirits at the Qingwenguan gathering talked most about Nanyue Mountain during the banquet.

This makes one question their motives.

And what exactly is buried under Nanyue Mountain.

If you use it well and find a balance in the cracks, you may be able to buy a certain amount of time.

Wen Yue nodded repeatedly, with a somewhat dejected look on his face. It should be the master's duty and the disciple's duty.

Unexpectedly, in the end, his husband would always step in to help him settle things.

What was originally a difficult situation turned around in the hands of Mr.

In fact, the most important reason is that they have no power.

I don’t know enough about the world of monks to be sure of their behavior.

"Sir, there is a huge risk in seeking skin from a tiger." Wen Yue sighed.

Tu Shanjun agreed with Wen Yue's point of view, but now they had no choice.

The Yuanling Sect put too much pressure on them, and the Wuling Sect did not respond, so they could only introduce new forces that could compete.

It is easy to fish in muddy waters. If you want to grow steadily, you not only need evil spirits and ghosts, but you also have to muddy the waters of Nanyue Mountain.

It would be best to bring down the superior Wuling Sect to collide with the Yuanling Sect.

Tu Shanjun narrowed his eyes slightly, it seemed that he was going to ask the big-headed ghost for information about Nanyue Mountain.

If we can get information from Datou, it will be much easier to drag the Wuling Sect into trouble.

The next day.

If there are no big things, it will be relatively simple. In addition to spiritual practice, it is military training.

Tushanjun also conveniently extracted the skill seeds of the Two-Horned Ghost.

"Ask Soul"

【extract】

【brightly lit】

The art of transparency opens up a transparent world of about five meters with the user as the center, allowing the user to see the flow of breath.

Qi flows faster than the body, so if you see the flow of your opponent's breath in advance, you can detect the next move.

The death of both horns is due to the Demonic Ape's Determining Fist. The first move of the Demonic Ape's Determining Fist hides the move, and the breath is circulated after the move is formed. This is one of the many ways to turn around.

"Hey, let's fight. Why are you closing your eyes? If you see my move, can you dodge it again?" Tu Shanjun sighed.

We must learn the lesson of the two-horned ghost. Don’t trust your own ghost horns too much. You must also trust your own eyes.

Half a month passed by.

It will still be a month before the battle report is sent back to the capital. This time, it is time to come.

"The imperial edict has arrived."

A long chant could be heard from outside the door all the way to the Marshal's Mansion.

Wen Yue in the government office opened his eyes, his face was as smooth as a lake and he said softly: "Sir, we have to see if our plan can succeed."
To be continued...