Lanke Chess Edge

Although separated by a layer of land lord's spell, Ji Yuan's ears could still hear the voices in the house, as well as the noise of a mess.

‘This ‘Great Master’ wouldn’t be talking about me, would he? '

Ji Yuan is also a little strange, but at the same time he can't think of other possibilities.

"Sword Intent Tie" was completed at least eighty or ninety years ago, and it contains the sword intent and spirit of Zuo Li, who was recognized as the number one master in the world by Dazhen and the surrounding countries at that time. Extremely extraordinary, almost out of the ordinary.

In truth, there should be only two people who had the deepest influence on the Sword Intent Post. One is naturally the leftist lunatic who wrote the Sword Intent Post back then, and the other is Ji Yuan. Although there have been many people in the middle, Ji Yuan I feel that those have no effect on the sword intent post itself.

The characters on the Sword Intent Post became little ghosts, calling out "Master", and they could only be called Zuo Li or someone called him, but then again, Zuo Li died almost a hundred years ago Yes, and even though the copybook was extraordinary at the beginning, it was just a copybook.

‘So you really are calling me? '

Ji Yuan looked at the house shrouded in earth spirits inexplicably, thinking of being called "Master" surrounded by more than a hundred small characters, and felt that this scene was both strange and funny.

The Land Lord inside the house is holding a crutch, and the fire above it has gradually grown from the previous flame to a flame like a torch.

Even though the visibility in the room was greatly improved due to the flames, the land lord looked around, and there were walls stained with ink all around, and there was no trace of any spirit hiding.

The room is so big, and it's almost clear at a glance, but I can't find it yet. The Lord knows in his heart that if they escape, he probably won't be able to catch such an opportunity if he is prepared next time.

"Since you haven't come out yet, then don't blame the local people for making a big deal. After accepting so many offerings from others, it is natural to relieve people's worries!"

Wow~~

The flames on the crutches rose several feet high. Obviously, the land was not joking, and it was really going to burn the house down.

"How dare you!" "Little old man, you are so bold!"

"Let us out quickly..."

"Little old man, let's come out!" "Yes, yes, let's come out!"

"I'm not going out!" "Me neither!"

"To be burned to death!" "To die is to die!"

"Hey, don't burn, don't burn!"

The land lord only heard the noise of the spirits and monsters, and all he could hear was the noise, which was an unbearable feeling, and he only heard thunder but no rain, even when he said it was about to come out, there was no movement.

"Hmph, you're still stubborn, say~~"

The crutch moved a little in all directions, and sparks flew out immediately, hitting all parts of the room with scorching heat.

"Ah..." "Wow..."

"I'm going to burn to death!" "My lord, help me!"

"My lord, help me!"

...

In this noisy and anxious atmosphere, the Lord of the Earth shot out the flames and was ready to escape into the ground to save himself from being in the sea of ​​flames. This kind of fire control technique is not a magical fire technique. If it is only used to set fire, it will become If you burn all the flames, unless you continue to consume mana, you will also be burned.

It's just that before the land lord escaped into the ground, he found that the few balls of fire he fired became weaker and weaker when they were in the air, and they were only as big as sparks before they touched the wooden walls and wooden frames. In the end, nothing lit up and went out.

"Um?"

The Lord of the Earth was surprised for a moment, and unbelievingly waved his crutches again to light the fire.

This time, the flame extinguished itself before flying a foot away from the crutch, and even the flame on the crutch became weaker and weaker, and finally extinguished completely with a "poof", and the room suddenly became darker.

‘Are these spirits extremely good at resisting fire? No, then they don't have to be so afraid before! '

The land lord was still wondering, the noise in the house had reached a new level.

"Hahahaha... the little old man's spells are not effective!"

"Whahahaha, great, great, he can't light the fire."

"Let us out, you can't burn it anyway!" "Yes, it can't be burned!"

"If you don't let us go, sue!" "Yes, sue, tell the elder!"

...

The land lord frowned. Hearing the noisy voice, it seemed that the failure of the fire protection was not because of their mischief, so there should be other special circumstances.

"I am the land of Lilong Township in Moyuan County. He Fanggao is here. If it is convenient, please come and see me!"

Holding the crutches in both hands, the Lord of the Land clasped his hands in front of him, looked around, and tentatively asked for a salute.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a voice responding the next moment.

"Longing rural land, it's a courtesy!"

As the voice fell, Ji Yuan's figure also appeared in the room, just four or five steps away from the entrance.

Hearing the sound, the Lord of the Earth turned around, and saw a gentleman in white shirt standing not far from the door of the big house, with long temples and long hair in a bun, staring at him with a pair of pale eyes, making a gesture of bowing his hands in salute.

'Is there really someone? '

"Who are you……"

The land lord was slightly startled, and before he could utter the words of doubt, the sound in the room suddenly exploded.

"My lord!" "My lord!" "My lord!"

"ah!"

"It's the Grand Master!" "It's really the Grand Master!"

"oops!"

"My lord is here!" "My lord, help me!"

"This little old man bullied us!"

...

Ji Yuan scanned around, and with his eyes wide open, he could barely see the roofs, walls and other corners of the house. The places with deep ink stains were faintly pasted with some faint handwriting. The fluorescence is all black.

"Come out."

Ji Yuan said lightly, although his voice was calm, it overshadowed all the noise, and the room became quiet all of a sudden.

Afterwards, in the eyes of Tudigong and Ji Yuan, words with rich ink slowly floated out from every corner of the house and even on the ordinary walls.

Sword, Wu, Self, Bing, Iron, Will, Front, Sharp...

There are single words and there are repetitions, the total number is more than a hundred, each word is clearly distinguishable, and each word is vivid and vivid.

What's interesting is that many of the characters are curled and bent, and half or a corner of the source ink is attached to the bottom, which looks like they are still holding the source ink in their hands.

Ji Yuan had no choice but to smile wryly, this is really "getting stolen goods".

"It turned out to be words? Can words also become ghosts?"

The Duke of Earth was shocked, and the words of astonishment couldn't help but blurted out.

All the characters are floating in the air, forming a circle around Ji Yuan, some are horizontal and some are vertical, and some will twist from time to time, as if looking up at Ji Yuan.

This kind of situation is not to mention the public land, even Ji Yuan never thought of encountering it.

After being surprised for a while, the Lord of the Earth turned his eyes away from these characters and landed on Ji Yuan, and suddenly remembered that he had seen this person by the river before.

At that time, I thought it was just a mortal, so I didn't pay much attention to it. Now I think it's because an expert can't see through it in person, and even now, the Lord of the Earth still can't see anything special about people, and he still looks like a mortal.

As he was watching, the Lord of the Earth focused his eyes on the side of Ji Yuan's clothes, and keenly noticed that there was something in the visitor's arms looking around, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be a paper bird.

As if discovering the sight of the land lord, Zhihe turned his head to look at the land lord, and then retracted into Ji Yuan's arms.

‘Who is this expert? How come there are so many ghosts serving him! '

Apparently, the land recognized that the paper bird was also one of the spirits.

Out of awe, the Lord of the Land solemnly cupped his staff and bowed his hands again.

"The little god is Huangqiu, the land of Lilong Township, Moyuan County. I don't know that these strange handwritings are from the master's family. If there is any offense, I hope Haihan!"

"Hey hey, now I know I'm scared!" "Master, teach him a lesson!"

"My lord is in charge of us!"

"Behead him with a fairy sword!" "No, burn him with real fire!"

"No, use the fixed body method to hang him in the air for ten years!"

"Not enough, one hundred years!" "Yes, at least one hundred years!"

The surrounding writing became lively again, and now Ji Yuan could see clearly that the sound came from the trembling of the ink lines on the handwriting, obviously these handwriting became spirits, and naturally had some special abilities.

Every time a word of punishment falls, the Landlord's heart will tremble. These spirits are obviously very simple, and the more simple they say, the more true they say.

"Quiet!"

Ji Yuan shut up all the voices with a single sentence, and then bowed his hands again to the already a little apprehensive Duke Tudi.

"It's because of Ji's lax discipline that this kind of thing happened. By the way, I would like to ask the local land, if these words were written and the ink ingots were stolen, can you do other harmful things?"

"No no!"

The land quickly waved.

"These days, a few wealthy households have come to the Earth Temple many times to offer sacrifices, claiming that the Mofang has been stolen repeatedly, and it is still useless to invite officials and masters to surround the warehouse. I am afraid that there will be ghosts, so I took the offerings and searched everywhere. It’s just what happened today.”

The plan was clear, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a noisy noise outside, obviously the owner of Mofang and other people had come, so he met the Lord of the Land and left first with his handwriting.

When the owner of the magic workshop arrived at the house with his people, he saw that the ink ingots that had been summoned out of the ground by the land lord were randomly scattered on the ground, and many ink holders had collapsed.

A few miles away from Mofang, at the lower reaches of the river, Ji Yuan and Tu Digong sat on the stones by the river. Those handwritings had all flown back to "Sword Intent Tie", but the copybooks were not put away, but spread out on Ji Yuan side.

A pile of complete or incomplete ink ingots was piled up next to the "Sword Intent Notes", which were the stolen goods from before.

After learning about the story from the Master of the Land, Ji Yuan was both angry and funny, looking at the sword intent post beside him.

"You guys have vicious eyes, and you only pick high-grade source ink to eat..."

These words are called "big master" cheerfully, and it is a situation where people get stolen goods at the same time. Of course, Ji Yuan can't pretend to be stupid.

And since just now, all the words in the sword intention post have been silent. They saw Haomo wanting to eat it before, but now they understand that this thing can't be obtained by their own ability, so they can eat it casually, and they also understand that causing trouble makes the old man unhappy. up.

"Excuse me, Mr. Land, this is the place where Yuanmo ink is produced. How much is an ink ingot of this quality worth?"

What Ji Yuan thought was that the place of production should be much cheaper, but the land lord is obviously very shrewd, and he knew what it meant when he heard Ji Yuan speak.

"Mr. Ji, there is no need to worry. What they steal are not finished products, and they will be screened in the end. And this has not been discussed in business. It's just that the value of raw materials is not high. Ten cents per yuan is almost the same. For these, they have already earned a lot of money. It’s just a drop in the bucket for wealthy households with a lot of money.”

"I see."

The land lord continued.

"Sir, don't worry about such trivial matters. I will entrust the owners of these ink workshops and tell them that nothing will happen in the future. I will also take more care of the ink workshops, which is enough to cover the loss."

This is more than enough to cover the loss, it is definitely the owners of the Mofang who have made money, and the land lord said this because he shot too hard before and almost burned these handwriting ghosts to death.

If the ordinary ghosts die, they will die, but now they have a big backer after all, so they are taking the initiative to show favor.

It is natural to ask for fate.

"Thank you, Lord of the Land, for your help. Ji accepts it! How about it, if the Lord of the Land has a way, I can help Ji get some good ink, and I'll just buy it from you."

Hearing this, the Lord of the Land was relieved and laughed heartily.

"Hahahaha...Mr. Ji was joking. It's not easy to get good ink. I'll get it for you. But why would I want your money? Besides, what's the point of me wanting money...uh..."

"That's right, you don't want this one either?"

At this moment, Ji Yuan spread out his palm, and there was a golden dharma coin lying there quietly, with the stream of Dao Yun appearing and disappearing on it, it was not something to be taken lightly at first glance.