The ancient immortal revived, and ten thousand foxes worshiped me as their teacher

Night has fallen, but the lights are brightly lit in the workshop.

The workers have been arranged into dormitories and are under closed management.

In such a large workshop, only the factory director was still accompanying Wu Qingyun and dozens of other immortal arts committee members. At this time, they were watching the divination expert from a distance.

This is a Sequence Seven fortune teller, in his forties, with a pale face, bloodshot eyes, and a thin build. Even though he was wearing the uniform of the Immortal Committee, he didn't look dignified at all. Instead, he looked like a tuberculosis ghost.

At this time, he was walking around in the workshop, looking around.

Sometimes I look at the dust on the ground, sometimes I look at the empty barrels scattered around, sometimes I count the waste products in the basket next to the production line.

"Three, five, six, three, eight... seven, four, five, three, eight... five, six, five, two, one..."

While watching, I muttered something.

Pfft...

But it was his nostrils that spurted out nosebleeds!

He took out a handkerchief and covered his nostrils, and gently waved his other hand to signal Wu Qingyun to calm down.

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

There was a dark red color on his veil that couldn't be washed away.

It seems that he is really used to nosebleeds.

All members of the Fairy Arts Committee know that this is the way of divination!

The more rubbishly qualified a fortune teller is and the more he forcibly performs fortune-telling, the more he will suffer divine punishment and the more he will suffer!

The director of the toy factory who was following him looked pale and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He was really frightened by the fortune teller. At this moment, he secretly made up his mind that he would never take advantage of this Shexian's popularity again!

…

"Hahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

On the roof of the workshop, the prince's disciples gathered in a circle and laughed loudly.

Some of them were grabbing beers, some were grabbing chicken drumsticks, and some were grabbing skewers, eating, drinking and laughing at the same time, having a great time.

In the middle of the circle they formed, five diviners were twisting and dancing around the bonfire! Holding a tortoise shell, wearing a yarrow skirt, performing the most primitive divination dance!

The three diviners were beating cowhide drums, beating bronze gongs, blowing clay xuns, and playing music to accompany the dances. The music was simple and melodious, with primitive wild charm!

"Senior sister, have a can of beer!"

"Junior brother, taste my chicken legs!"

The disciples of the princes were eating and drinking, listening to music, watching divination, watching dancing, and watching the jumping and licking bonfires. They were so happy!

They have a very harmonious atmosphere.

After all, the major princes have long made an agreement to divide the nine states, each with its own region and jurisdiction.

Today's divination revealed that the ancient immortal with many disciples could decide where he belonged based on his territory.

Outside them, a veil-like barrier spread out, extending into the night, isolating their singing, dancing, divination, and laughter from the outside world.

…

"嘤嘤嘤?"

"Ouch?"

It's breakfast time in the Fox Mountain cafeteria.

Bai Mo was sitting in the corner, eating fried dough sticks and dipping them in mushroom sauce. He was about to take a sip of vermicelli and tofu porridge when he saw a bunch of disciples surrounding him.

It was an egg roll cake, and a group of fellow disciples, "嘤嘤嗷嗷嗷", talking nonsense, and gesticulating.

After a while, Bai Mo finally understood.

"Um... want to see the progress of Wu Qingyun's fight against piracy?"

Bai Mo had a strange expression. He looked at the egg roll cake and looked forward to it. Then he saw a group of fox apprentices. His eyes widened. He looked up again. Almost all the apprentices in the cafeteria stopped eating and looked over. .

"Does everyone care about this?

"We don't need that little money."

As Bai Mo spoke, he still frowned, and with a thought, he controlled the fire toad balloon in the world and flew to the Dongguo area.

"Then...everyone, eat slowly!

"Let's watch a program on combating piracy for breakfast today!"

The cafeteria suddenly burst into cheers!

"嘤嘤嘤!"

"Ouch!"

"嘤嘤嘤!"

…

"vomit……"

In the workshop, the fortune teller, who looked like a consumptive ghost, spat out a large mouthful of sticky blood onto the ground with a "pop" sound.

He bent over, held his knees, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the corners of his mouth.

He raised his head again and took the mineral water from Wu Qingyun.

"Don't worry, Commissioner Qingyun, I'm still fine.

"A fortune teller like me with rubbish qualifications is actually less likely to get into trouble.

"I'm often hurt by Tianji, but I'm actually used to it, hahaha.

"I can tell which wounds are fatal and which are not.

“You can also tell what can be counted and what cannot be counted.”

He opened the mineral water, took a big sip, rinsed his mouth, and spat out a big mouthful of blood.

“Today’s matter… seems to be not quite right.

"But, it can still be counted!"

…

Above the workshop roof.

The laughter was louder, harsher, more joyful.

"Ha ha.

"Hahaha.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The disciples of the princes not only looked at their own fortune tellers, but also at the fortune tellers of the Immortal Committee below.

"What sequence is this fortune teller?"

"Never heard that this divination method has a sequence called blood gourd?"

"This man will spit himself out before the results of the divination come out!"

Amid talking and laughing, the barrier remains the same, and the singing and dancing remain the same.

The diviners had tortoise shells in one hand and went to get torches from the bonfire with the other. At this time, they were jumping around the bonfire and continuing to dance the dance of divination!

…

"Hey?"

"Ouch?"

Fox Mountain, in the cafeteria.

Each fox, with pairs of eyes, looked at the big screen suspended in mid-air.

I saw a group of strange men and women going crazy.

Others were dressed like monkeys, wearing grass skirts and dancing with tortoise shells and torches.

What do these mean?

Bai Mo also frowned and looked at this picture.

"what's the situation?

"What a big deal, why did you attract so many trash fish?

"But divination...well..."

He smacked his lips and had to admit that divination by dancing seemed more reliable than divination by vomiting blood?

"Then... let them continue dancing first."

…

"Ugh... ugh..."

In the workshop, the fortune teller fell to the ground, his face slumped, the blood spat out from his mouth was sticky, and large swaths of blood soaked his clothes!

A group of immortal arts committee members next to them all had nervous faces, and some handed them mineral water or hot towels.

"Expert Laurel, are you okay?"

"Otherwise, we give up?"

The skinny fortune teller named Yuegui took the hot towel and wiped the corners of his mouth.

Pale face, trembling, nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry, I... have little talent and little knowledge, and I really can't do divination anymore.

"If I keep doing this, I will really die..."

"This thing seems to involve too much cause and effect. My life is not important enough and I can't do divination anymore!"

Wu Qingyun next to her also nodded.

"You've done a great job."

She got up and went to the corner, took out her cell phone, and wanted to make a call before shaking someone.

…

"Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

On the roof, the disciples of the princes and princes sitting in a circle were all bent over with laughter!

This useless fortune teller from the Immortal Committee came to Dongguo and pretended to be a good fortune teller. He even vomited several kilograms of blood and said he wanted to give up even though he didn't even understand what he was doing.

And on their roof, inside their barrier, and next to their bonfire, the diviners were holding turtle shells in one hand and torches in the other. They were surrounding the bonfire, with five people in a circle, dancing in circles, and still making fortunes...

Poof! Poof! Pfft...

There was a sound of a blunt instrument entering the flesh.

But it was five fortune tellers dancing in circles, using the torches in their hands as swords to stab the person in front of them in the back of the neck.

Five people form a ring, five people and five swords!

Five necks were stabbed through!

Plop! Plop! Plop...

Five dead men lay crumpled by the campfire.

At this time, the sound of musical instruments also stopped, causing the scene to fall into an eerie silence.

The prince's disciples lost their smiles and froze their faces. When they saw the three drummers, the three of them were bleeding from their orifices, and they had died suddenly!

They recalled the words of the fortune teller below.

"...My life is not important enough to do divination anymore..."

It seems that the eight diviners gathered by several princes, their eight lives combined are not enough, and they cannot suppress the cause and effect!

Tiexiong frowned and heard the prince's instructions in his mind.

“Retreat today!

“Things are a little more troublesome than imagined.

"Go quickly!

"Or, before leaving, kill that Wu Qingyun!

“I don’t know why, but I always felt that something wasn’t right about that girl’s movie.

"Is he a descendant of the Holy Land?

"Kill her first. If you kill her by mistake, you won't let her go!"

Tiexiong blinked, raised his head, and was about to speak, when he saw several other prince disciples also raised their heads, with murderous intent in their eyes!

"Thieves never leave empty-handed!"

"Everyone is here!"

"Kill that Wu Qingyun."

"Let that old guy Wu Jianxian feel the pain too!"

"Hahaha!"

…

In the workshop, Wu Qingyun walked to the corner, away from committee member Yuegui and away from other immortal arts committee members.

I saw that inside the small door in front was another production workshop. On the shelves inside, there were oversized models of Guixu bottles hanging, which were almost one-to-one with the original ones. They seemed to be still drying.

"oh?"

She remembered that she had seen it on the short video platform. Some people actually bought this thing and used it to decorate the living room and use it as a super large ornament.

She took out her cell phone, looked at her address book, and dialed her grandfather Wu Jianxian's number.

Then I heard a busy tone coming from the phone.

"Beep...beep...the user you dialed is not in the service area..."

Um?

She looked at the address book again and dialed Expert Bai Mo's number... Expert Bai Mo could definitely contact Shangjing and the Secret Brain Office as quickly as possible.

The receiver was brought to my ear, and there was another familiar busy tone.

"Beep...beep...the user you dialed is not in the service area..."

oh?

She subconsciously turned around and looked at Committee member Yue Gui not far away, and at the other Xianju committee members, and saw that their mouths were moving, as if they were talking about something.

But there seemed to be a strange barrier between them, blocking out all sounds.

"oh!"

Wu Qingyun nodded without any emotion, and with a "swipe" sound, she rushed forward instead of retreating, and rushed into the room where the oversized Guixu bottle model was hung!

Like a phantom, I found a model and got in with a "whoosh"!

At this moment, she just needs to buy time!

And in her dream, Master Guxian was already notifying Wu Jianxian... Yes, Wu Jianxian and Wu Qingyun's ancestors and grandsons were all in the Sword Dao Heavenly Palace. Wu Qingyun is the successor, and Wu Jianxian is the protector.

At this time, the ancient immortal had already used the power of dreams to shout to Wu Jianxian.

"Qingyun, was ambushed!"

…

锔……

On the top floor of the Beijing Immortal Committee Building, a sword light flew out of the window, soared into the sky, cut through the night sky like a meteor, and flew to the southeast!

…

Fox Mountain.

In the cafeteria hall.

Each fox looked at the big screen and was dumbfounded.

"Hey?"

"Ouch?"

These piracy thieves actually dare to attack the little thugs in Fox Mountain?

Is there such a thing in the world?

Is there any justice?

Is there any royal law?

In the corner of the cafeteria, Chixue Qianshan's eyes widened suddenly!

He actually didn't know the descendant of Tiangong... but he instinctively felt that that girl seemed very important!

Egg Roll Cake pulled Master's sleeve and pointed at the big screen in mid-air, saying "嘤嘤嗷嗷嗷"" in a foxy tone, waving his front paws, very anxious!

These piracy thieves actually want to come hard?

Bai Mo also widened his eyes.

"Good guy... before I took action, they actually took action first and wanted to kill people?

"As expected, they are all fanatics, as expected they are all rampant, as expected they are not good things!

"Forget it, egg roll cake, you go there!"

…

Committee member Laurel and several immortal arts committee members were still talking and had not noticed anything unusual.

And in the barrier behind them.

Tread...tread...

Tie Xiong smiled evilly and walked into the super large model workshop.

"Um?"

He saw here, rows and rows of shelves with oversized models of Guixu bottles hanging on them.

All the models are made from the same mold, with exactly the same shape and texture. It's quite scary to hang them all here!

"What a silly beep factory, doing this kind of thing, huh!"

As he stepped into it, his consciousness spread out. After a while, he found the Guixu vase where Wu Qingyun was hiding. With a "swipe" sound, he rushed forward. The blood in his right palm was full of blood, and the blood flowed and condensed. They formed ferocious blood scabs and folded into terrifying blood claws. Amidst the roaring sound of the wind, they stabbed at the Guixu vase!

Right now!

This Guixu bottle actually came to life. He immediately swung it away to avoid the claw, then said "swish", and in an instant, Tiexiong's whole body was sucked into it!

"Uh...uh...uh..."

After a few muffled sounds and shaking and trembling, the Guixu vase became silent again and hung quietly. It had exactly the same shape and texture as the other models, neatly lined up in a queue.

…

In the workshop, Committee member Laurel and other members of the Immortal Arts Committee had their cell phones vibrating in their pockets at the same time!

"Um?"

"What's wrong?"

I took out my cell phone and saw an urgent message from the Immortal Committee!

[Run east immediately, leave the workshop, and escape in a car]

[Never make a sound, never look back, never bother Wu Qingyun]

That's right... the order given to them by the Immortal Committee was to abandon Wu Qingyun and try to see if they could escape with their lives!

Everyone froze.

Is this case so dangerous?

A Dongguo immortal arts committee member was sweating. He picked up Yue Gui committee member and ran toward the door of the workshop without daring to look back.

…

Tread...tread...

The prince's disciples, wearing long skirts with big waves and small mink shawls, stepped into this super large model workshop.

"What are you dawdling about?

"If you keep going on for a while, the noise will get louder. Aren't you afraid that person will come?

"Um?"

With a startled look, she saw that in the workshop, rows and rows of shelves were hung with identical oversized models of Guixu bottles.

"Senior brother?"

Her heartbeat is speeding up!

Her forehead is sweating!

In her mind, there was a cry from the prince!

"run!"

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