Book-traveling villain: The saint is trained into a witch at the beginning

Seven days flew by.

Lu Xiaohu traveled back and forth to the three nearby city gates, compiling the situation reported by the soldiers into a booklet.

Looking at the results of his seven days of hard work, Lu Xiaohu couldn't help but sigh.

In fact, most of the above questions have already been reflected in the last survey.

But in the final analysis, Shen Tu only used a low-level magic weapon with external energy, and ordinary monks would not even look at it.

For the Heavenly Demon Sect, instead of investing a lot of manpower, material and financial resources to improve, it is better to save funds and buy stronger magic weapons, exercises, or other research that is more valuable to monks.

Without the benefits commensurate with the effort, the monks in the arsenal would naturally not sincerely help the Dafeng Empire improve the Divine Slaughter.

Although Lu Xiaohu was anxious, he had no blood, but he had more than enough strength to do so.

"Is it really impossible to practice without a spiritual root?" his heart was a little heavy.

The gap between the immortals was far deeper than he imagined.

After sitting alone for a while, he collected his mood and secretly made up his mind.

It doesn't hurt without the help of the immortal master, it's a big deal that he works a little harder, and if he works a little harder, he can always find a solution.

Lu Xiaohu said goodbye to Feng Lingtian, stepped on his fool's version of the flying sword, and set out on the return journey.

The physique of a mortal and a monk cannot be generalized, and even if he is wrapped up and down to the point that only a pair of eyes are exposed, he will not be able to fly very fast.

No matter how fast you are, you can't open your eyes.

As he walked, out of the corner of Lu Xiaohu's eyes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a wooden house that looked very exquisite.

"Huh, could it be Lord Li Ke, the peak master of Qijiang Peak?"

But shouldn't she dig a canal in the territory of the Great Feng Empire?

Out of curiosity about the Qi Gate, Lu Xiaohu drove the flying sword to turn around and fell in front of the wooden house.

Before he entered the door, he was a little dizzy at the various gadgets placed on the shelves outside the door, and he couldn't wait to take them apart and study them immediately.

But when you think about it, you have to get the owner's permission to move these things.

So, Lu Xiaohu knocked on the door of the wooden house.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

After a while, a gray-haired old man opened the door and welcomed Lu Xiaohu into the house very enthusiastically.

The two only chatted for two or three sentences, and then they felt that they hated to see each other, and soon called each other brothers.

After chatting until his mouth was dry, the old man shouted into the back room.

A large crab made of wood walked in with a wooden tray in its hand, put the teapot and teacup on the table, and then walked back horizontally.

Lu Xiaohu's jaw almost fell to the ground in surprise: "Brother, you crab...... Could it be a spiritual puppet, right

?" the old man took a sip of tea and boasted, "What, look down on me?"

"No... It's not ......" Lu Xiaohu was so excited that his tongue was a little knotted, "It's just the first time I've seen this kind of spiritual power puppet."

After talking with the old man for a while, Lu Xiaohu tentatively said, "Brother, these puppets of yours...... Can you teach me how to make

it?" "Although I don't have a spiritual root, I know a lot about the operation principle of the spiritual puppet, and I am confident that I can learn it!" The

old man sneered and drank his tea: "Which eye do you look at me like a monk?"

"You...... Yes, it's a mortal?!" Lu Xiaohu almost didn't hold the teacup steady, "But these spiritual puppets ......

" "Cut, so in your opinion, only by understanding the essence of spiritual power can you turn spiritual power into your own use?" The old man's tone was a little playful, and he mocked mercilessly, "I thought you were a rare genius, but now that I look at it, it's simply stupid!" "

You and I are mortals, and we have to make a fire to cook every day, but can you tell me what 'fire' is?!"

After scolding Lu Xiaohu, the old man sighed again: "Hey, it's a pity, I don't know if I can find a successor to "Heaven Conqueror" before I close my eyes......" Lu Xiaohu was stunned, and the old man's

words echoed repeatedly in his mind.

What is fire?]

He didn't know.

Maybe no one knows at all.

But the purpose of fire is well known.

In a trance, his blocked thoughts suddenly became clear.

If you can't feel the spiritual power, you don't know the essence of the spiritual power, can't you really use the spiritual power for your own use?

Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately stood in front of the old man and bent down deeply: "Senior, I know that I am not talented enough and may not be worthy of

the "Heaven Capture Record", but ......" "But I still want to give it a try, please ask the senior to fulfill it!"

After some extreme pulling, the old man reluctantly took out the "Heaven Capture Record" that was thicker than the bricks , stuffed into Lu Xiaohu's hands.

"Before Lao Tzu has changed his mind, hurry up!" took

the meat of other people's hearts, Lu Xiaohu naturally didn't dare to stay longer, and stepped on the fool's version of the flying sword and ran away.

After Lu Xiaohu walked away, the old man smiled slightly, and his rickety back straightened instantly.

Raising his hand, he ripped off the mask that was sticking to his face, revealing his true face.

"Master, you're all ready. Yue Cangya walked out of the cubicle at the back of the wooden house and reported one by one, "I have personally marked all the grain and grass out of the warehouse to ensure that it will not be lost.

Ye Fan casually twisted the mask into fly ashes, nodded and said, "Well, burn this room down, and then let's go." "

It's just a matter of mentioning Lu Xiaohu in passing, the so-called "Heaven Capture Record" is just Ye Fan compiled the knowledge he learned in his previous life into a book.

As for how much too advanced knowledge concepts Lu Xiaohu can accept, Ye Fan doesn't want to care.

This time, he took Moon Cangya and the Eagle King out, and the main purpose was to solve the conspiracy against the grain and grass.

The granary of Broken Sword Pass was approached by an unidentified person, and Feng Lingtian immediately raised a high level of vigilance.

After careful inspection, it was found that the grain and grass that had just been transported and had not yet been released were all passive.

When the Heavenly Demon Sect received the news, it immediately stopped all the distribution of grain and grass.

After an intense investigation, in addition to the broken sword pass, there are also grain warehouses in several large cities that have been checked for problems.

Originally, this kind of problem was sent out by the Wolf King, and with the Leopard King who had been rooted in the Dafeng Empire, he could also clean it up.

But the poison found in the grain and grass attracted Ye Fan's attention.

Thousand Illusions Rosemary, this is the most notorious thing in the original book.

Of course, there is only one ...... for people who use this kind of poison

After a busy day, the Wolf King and the Eagle King sat on the eaves of the Great Phoenix Empire's Imperial Palace, each holding a cup.

The Eagle King unscrewed the lid, and the rich fragrance of wolfberries wafted out.

He took a few sips, turned his head to look at Yue Cangya, and said earnestly, "Young man, you still have to pay attention to moderation. "

Well, Uncle Eagle is right. Yue Cangya also opened his wolfberry tea and took a few sips, "However, I'm different from you.

"I'm still too young, don't think I'm strong now, and I'm urinating three meters against the wind." The Eagle King "cut" and said, "If you don't listen to the old man, you just wait to wet your shoes in the future."

"I don't mean that. Moon Cangya raised the cup in her hand, "I mean this, we're different.

"My cup is a Wanbao Pavilion product, and if you put hot water in it, you can keep it cold all day." The Eagle King expressed disbelief.

The strange desire to win between men is activated.

"Well, my cup is very ordinary, not as expensive as Uncle Eagle's. Moon Cangya shook her head and smiled, tilted her head and took another big sip, raising an eyebrow at the Eagle King.

"But the wolfberry tea I drank was made by Xiao Li Ke herself. "

Uncle Eagle, what about you?"

Eagle King: "......

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not worthy!"

Three or two mouthfuls poured the remaining wolfberry tea into his stomach, and the Eagle King casually pulled a reason to escape the sour smell of love.

Moon Cangya looked at the embarrassed figure of the Eagle King, and was inexplicably a little emotional.

Well, maybe Uncle Eagle has some truth in what he said.

Li Ke is just a child in the late stage of secondary two disease, and she doesn't understand many things.

She is not as good as her mother in terms of virtue, and she is not as good as the lady of the sect leader in terms of intimateness, and she even needs a big fat cat as a translator to speak.

As the man of the family, I must establish the majesty of the head of the family, and I cannot continue to be corrupted by her sugar-coated shells.

Otherwise, just trying to be comfortable for a while, the harm outweighs the benefits, and you can't regret it because of impulsiveness.

I can't be led by the nose by Lico anymore, I have to make my own judgment.

Anything you say tonight is going to work hard.

"Big wolf dog, the bed has been made~

" "I'll be here soon!".