Sacrifice to Feed Demons [Comprehensive Martial Arts]

Chu Liuxiang and Yuan Suiyun's plan to lure the enemy failed. The only clue in hand was Gong Jiu, who didn't know whether it was an enemy or a friend. Their actions inevitably lag behind others.

Passive, very passive.

Yuan Suiyun, who is used to taking the initiative, didn't notice that he was frowning, but he found that Ji Xianjun's eyes stopped on his face for a moment.

"What are you looking at?"

His attitude is not at all like respecting Ji Xianjun as a teacher as he said just now, Ji Xianjun simply doesn't care, he said: "I think you may have overlooked a little bit."

This time, following the Emei young heroes who participated, Shi Xiuyun took a careful look at him, and asked gently and subtly: "Mr. How can there be omissions when being picketed out of stature?"

Ji Xianjun looked at them, "You think so too?"

Yuan Suiyun shook his head: "I can't think of the reason, but since you said it, you must have thought of something we didn't think of."

Chu Liuxiang also nodded.

Ji Xianjun looked at the others again, and saw that they were also ignorant, so he couldn't help shaking his head, "If Mr. Bat kills the head disciple of the Emei Sect again, even if he only kills one, Yuan Suiyun won't completely separate himself from the righteous way of the world, It’s hard to call yourself a decent person.”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked.

Yan Renying even blurted out the word "impossible", but it is not difficult to see the panic in his eyes, and he also knows that this is very possible.

If it's a bat boy who is full of hostility, it would be strange if he didn't get rid of these decent boys who are under the banner of eliminating demons and defending the way.

This is also what Zhang Yingfeng thought of and was afraid of early on, but Yan Renying and the others obviously just realized it.

However, at this moment, a sloppy voice cut in, causing all the disciples of Emei to glare.

Not to be outdone, Gong Jiu stared back, "What are you looking at? I don't want to spend the night outside the city surrounded by a dead man!"

Looking up at the sky, indeed, the red glow of the setting sun is all over the sky, and even the bright moon has a faint outline.

Chu Liuxiang made the decision: "It's time to return to the town, but what about it? Take the corpse back to the city or leave it where it is?"

Ji Xianjun said lightly, "Leave it alone."

After he spoke, no one questioned him.

It turned out that before we knew it, everyone had gotten used to Chu Liuxiang being the main one when he didn't speak, and after he spoke, he was right.

This change was so natural that even Yan Renying and others, who had started to disagree with them, didn't notice it.

But Ye Xiuzhu still couldn't understand Gong Jiu's attitude, and complained: "We are not your servants, how rich is it?"

Gong Jiu groaned and climbed onto Zhang Yingfeng's body, sarcastically saying, "Ugly women often do mischief."

Ye Xiuzhu opened her eyes wide. She didn't react to being scolded for a while, but she was sluggish for a while and flew into a rage.

"Brother, put this trash down for me! I'm going to kill him!"

"Okay, okay! Junior sister, don't argue with him."

This is Ma Xiuzhen who stopped Ye Xiuzhu.

"Gong Jiu's mouth is cheap, you just pretend he doesn't exist."

This is Zhang Yingfeng who bitterly carries Gong Jiu on his back, and still treats him as an ordinary person.

"Don't worry, I'll beat him up for you!"

This is Yan Renying rolling up his sleeves.

Shi Xiuyun quietly looked at her fellow disciples who had quickly become active, and smiled subtly, her eyes fell on the man inadvertently, and her expression was momentarily gloomy.

He is clearly in the center of the team, but he is always out of place from beginning to end. He has great potential, but he watches the chaos in the world with a cold eye.

Perhaps because of the girl's sensitivity to her sweetheart, Shi Xiuyun became the first person present to notice Ji Xianjun's true attitude.

I have to say that this development is really wonderful, even if Zhigao is as Ji Xianjun, it is unexpected.

In the end, Ye Xiuying didn't beat Gong Jiu, and went back to her room angrily after checking into the inn, not bothering to look at this person.

Zhang Yingfeng looked helplessly at the back of the junior sister leaving, and the others also went to wash and rest. The previous battle was really embarrassing, but he, the senior brother, had no choice but to endure him after sending Gong Jiu to the superior room. Picky to find the only doctor in the town.

The injury on Gong Jiu's leg has not deteriorated due to the delay in applying medicine to treat the injury.

The doctor he recruited was also real, and he treated many martial arts practitioners in the early years. Looking at Gong Jiu's injury, the old doctor was amazed.

"The wound on your son's leg is not like an ordinary weapon. The sore is smooth as if it has been neatly gouged out. And the inside of the wound, the old man has just checked it. Generally, no matter how careful you are, the dust and dirt on the way to the doctor will always get in. , contaminating the flesh and blood to aggravate the injury, but the injury on the son’s leg is not only free of any foreign matter, but even has a thin layer of energy to prevent the injury from worsening. With this level of internal strength cultivation, the martial arts skills of the striker are really appalling!”

Zhang Yingfeng looked at this ordinary-looking old man in surprise. What the other person said was unbelievable, but he couldn't say anything else to refute. He could only say in a surprised tone: "Old man, what you said is true. ?”

The old doctor shook his head: "The old man never lies."

Gong Jiu, who hadn't spoken since the old doctor entered the room, suddenly smiled and said: "Then you are really well-informed."

Zhang Yingfeng frowned, he couldn't understand the style of dudes, but Gong Jiu's injury obviously had other reasons, so he could tolerate his eccentricity towards himself, but Gong Jiu's disrespectful attitude towards the old man inevitably aroused the righteous Knight's rebound.

"Gong Jiu, your current injury is all thanks to the help of this old man!"

In disguise, she told him to have a better attitude, but Gong Jiu didn't like this.

Seeing the coldness on the corners of his mouth deepened, and the smile was also put away, the old doctor said to Zhang Yingfeng seriously, "Next, I will clear the energy from his wound, young man, go out first."

Zhang Yingfeng glanced at the cold-faced Gong Jiu, and said to him worriedly: "But...leave you alone..." He was afraid that Gong Jiu, who was the first impression in his eyes, would lose his temper after he left. old doctor.

But the old doctor smiled warmly, An Ran said: "It's okay, the old man has also dealt with stubborn patients, and has experience in this."

The doctor himself said so, and it was not appropriate for Zhang Yingfeng to stay any longer, so he could only walk out worriedly, before closing the door, he emphasized: "I am right outside the door, old man, if you are in trouble, please call me immediately."

"well."

The old doctor responded along his beard, with snow-white hair hanging down his back, he looked like the Antarctic fairy in the picture, but the hair was thick.

Gong Jiu's deep gaze fell on the hand he used for acupuncture on his own leg. The bones are not visible, the skin is old, and the lines are piled up on the back of the knuckles. It looks so ordinary that it can be seen everywhere, but it is undoubtedly the hand of two martial arts masters.

It is also the palm that I am very familiar with.

I have been taught martial arts by these hands, and I am controlled by these hands.

Seeing these hands, it is not difficult for him to recognize this person!

Gong Jiu sneered and said, "You need to ask for help, so what's the use of him coming."

The friendly and kind smile of the "Old Doctor" remained unchanged. The silver needles were applied to several acupuncture points, and the energy covering the wound dissipated silently.

He picked up the handkerchief on the medicine box to wipe his hands, and his tone seemed to be another person, cold, domineering, and undeniably strong.

"I don't let you come, you are not reconciled, but you came, what did you find?"

Gong Jiu remained silent.

Until now, the identity of the old doctor is clearly revealed.

The owner of the Wuming Island is extremely talented and martial arts. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is the best in the world.

He is Gong Jiu's master.

Wu Ming disguised himself as a doctor from a small town and purposely appeared here for this unworthy apprentice.

He packed up his pretentious things, and after dispelling his energy, he no longer cared about the wounds on Gong Jiu's body. He didn't seem to be indifferent to his apprentice, but a puppet who didn't need to worry about it, and it was precisely because of Gong Jiu's unauthorized actions that caused I wasted a lot of thought, so my tone is inevitably angry.

Wu Ming: "You are curious about Chu Liuxiang. I have many ways for you to get in touch with him, but you just came at this time."

However, the anger was only temporary, he was Gong Jiu's master after all, and his tone became warm after a while.

"Come back with me." He sighed, "Do you want to give up your mother's feud?"

Gong Jiu's expression, which hadn't changed much since he appeared, suddenly became ferocious, suddenly crumpling a piece of white paper, his expression was shocking.

"You don't need to say it! I won't let him go!"

The long and narrow black pupils are cold and cold, as if there is an evil spirit living in this pair of skins, and its breath is extremely poisonous.

Wu Ming didn't take it too seriously, and looked at the wound on his leg.

Gong Jiu snorted coldly, and saw the flesh and blood on his leg healed and recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. At the same time, he felt an unbearable itching in his heart, and he really wanted to be whipped.

Wu Ming noticed the change in his expression. He knew that his disciple had this shady habit, so he would not be surprised. As long as he can complete the task, what can he do if he is shady again?

Thinking of this, Wu Ming asked, "Who gave you this injury?"

Gong Jiu's eyes moved slightly, and he found Wu Ming's inadvertently leaked interest.

"Yes... I don't know either."

When the words came to his lips, he deliberately changed into another sentence.

Wu Ming seemed to know his apprentice's little thoughts, he picked up the medicine box indifferently and said: "Come back early after playing enough, your little sister and Shaman are still waiting for you."

Gong Jiu felt cold, knowing that this was Wuming reminding him that his weakness was in his hands.

"...Okay, tell them, I'll go back as soon as possible."

Wu Ming nodded and said peacefully, "That's good."

The candlelight in the room was flickering, the old doctor walked out the door, Zhang Yingfeng greeted him at the door, but Gong Jiu didn't want to listen to what they said at all, he was immersed in his own thoughts, but he didn't let him indulge for long, Suddenly there was the sound of a piano outside the window. It sounded like someone was walking among the bamboo forests with wind chimes.

Out of curiosity, Gong Jiu opened the window.

There is a maple tree growing behind the inn with a thick trunk and a dense canopy. It seems that it has been standing here for some years.

As he opened the window, the cool autumn wind brought red maple leaves into the house.

He picked it up and couldn't help but lose his mind.

There are continuous ink stains on the leaf surface, and between the lines seems to send a maple red beauty, accompanying each other, not afraid of pity.

"When the wind stops and the rain stops, visitors come and go, and the curtains are drawn to enjoy leisure, so there is no entertainment. Looking back, looking around and asking children, someone stops under the moon."

It was getting dark overhead, Gong Jiu looked out the window under the moonlight, his eyes narrowed immediately.

The visitor is not a beauty, it really spoils the scenery!

The author has something to say:

A long-lost poem, please don’t praise me, please don’t praise me!

Of course I don't mind if you praise me, praise me quickly! ! ! ! !

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