Dust roots [comprehension]

, he straightened up and said, "I don't think so."

The continuous output of spiritual power gradually paralyzed Song Huaichen's five senses. He knew that he was about to leave. He spoke to Lu Tingyun in a voice that could be heard clearly by Wu Busheng and Bai Jian: "I have to go, find someone who can save your life Get the medicine."

Before he answered the question Lu Tingyun asked, the person who can detoxify him is not Song Huaichen.

"Please trouble Daoist Wu to take care of Bai Jian for me. If possible, please inquire about the whereabouts of other people."

To Bai Jian, Song Huaichen was a little surprised. He was able to answer questions clearly in the face of accidents, and he didn't show much shock when he saw himself who was completely different from before.

That unconditional trust made Song Huaichen feel mixed feelings.

"If I don't come back, and Fellow Daoist Lu can't hold on—" Song Huaichen's figure began to become transparent. When he turned to look at Wu Busheng, he found that the thin sword repairer had put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and Bai Jian was holding onto the coffee table. The slender neck of the vase stared at Wu Busheng's movements.

A man thinks about his principles, he can't owe others anything, he can't owe anything——

"Then take him to the front of the big formation you have seen."

Before disappearing completely, he sent a secret voice transmission to Lu Tingyun: "As for whether I am a puppet spirit or a human being, whether I am a demon cultivator or an orthodox cultivator, I leave it to you to decide."

With his soul returning to his place, Song Huaichen opened his eyes, his nose filled with the smell of blood.

The blood that Lu Tingyun left on his clothes was brought back as expected.

When the puppet was possessed with souls, Song Huaichen was wearing the white clothes of Wuxiang Palace. At this moment, the man returned to his body, and the blood stained on the white clothes leaked from the inside out, seeping out of Huang Yaoshi's old clothes.

The scene was rather weird, Song Huaichen listened to the commotion outside the house, thought not to scare anyone, pinched his hands to hide the blood, and pushed the door to go out.

Slight dizziness in the head is the sequelae of being out of the body. As soon as the restraint was lifted, the voice of people outside the room suddenly rose, and the severe dizziness was like a big wave rushing towards him.

After the terrible dizziness dissipated, Song Huaichen realized that Huang Yaoshi was standing in front of him: "Are you okay?"

The concern in Huang Yaoshi's eyes was real. Grandma Sun stood beside him with a bowl of hot water in her hand: "Sit down, sit down quickly, and drink some water."

Song Huaichen hadn't been seen for a few days. Huang Yaoshi told the public that he was sick and bedridden and needed rest, so he refused the villagers' visits.

At this moment the man appeared, his face was pale, he couldn't even stand firmly, and the news of his serious illness was confirmed.

Song Huaichen blinked several times before shaking the double image in front of him: "I'm fine."

The pills that he swallowed before entering meditation for the first time are still effective. At this moment, Song Huaichen's breathing is smooth, and his inner demons have subsided. Apart from dizziness, there is really nothing wrong with him. Looking outside the house, most of the villagers were gathered in Huang Yaoshi's medicine hall, looking anxious, and seemed to be discussing some important matter.

Song Huaichen asked, "What's wrong?"

Huang Yaoshi pulled his beard: "A monk attacked the village half a day ago, and the people at the entrance of the village saw Bai Jian beside him."

"Attacks were blocked—"

Before Huang Yaoshi could finish his sentence, Grandma Sun cried and said, "Sin, did we treat Bai Jian badly when he was in the village? Whose family has no scriptures that are difficult to recite, we will help everything we can Ah, how could he, how could he lead the monks to kill us!"

"If it wasn't for the blessing of the Bodhisattva, and God blocked the monks for us, we, wouldn't we all be dead now!"

Song Huaichen knew the truth, and knew that people in Yingshan Lake would be wrong, but this is obviously not the time to explain.He thought of Bai Jian's performance beside Wu Busheng, and his appearance of being extremely frightened but still trying to be strong, and his heart was bitter.

The man showed a bitter smile, that smile had a deep connotation, and in the eyes of Grandma Sun, it looked like he was completely hurt.

Teachers like smart kids, and Bai Jian, who has a solid foundation, is the most outstanding among all the village boys, and Song Huaichen has spent the most time on him, so it must be very uncomfortable at this moment.

Thinking of this, the old lady began to feel sorry for the pale young man in front of her: "Mr. Song, don't be too sad, maybe Bai Jian has some difficulties, maybe that monk forced him to lead the way?"

The more Grandma Sun spoke, the more she felt that it made sense. She raised her voice, and the people in the other room heard it too. Some of them agreed, saying yes, Bai Jian is not that kind of child.

Some think it's wrong, saying that Bai Jian has never been close to us, and it is possible to do anything.

Song Huaichen took a sip of hot water, and said in a moderate voice, "Bai Jian can be put aside for a while, and now think about how to deal with the monks."

Mr. Song was approachable, and he laughed and laughed when he got along with the children, but he inexplicably built up a great majesty in everyone's hearts. When he opened his mouth, no one grabbed Bai Jian anymore.

But when it comes to the monks, the villagers are helpless: "We are all ordinary people. If the monks really want to kill them, what can we do? We can't just sit and wait to die!"

The woman who spoke covered her face and cried, and a pessimistic atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire pharmacy.

"Yeah... What can I do..." Grandma Sun sat down on the chair with her eyes blank.

Huang Yaoshi glanced at Song Huaichen, and said via voice transmission: "It's not Lu Tingyun who came."

Song Huaichen replied to him: "I know."

Huang Yaoshi's eyes changed: "You know?!"

Song Huaichen took another sip of water to wash away the bloody smell in his mouth: "I'll tell you later."

In the silence, someone cried: "After all, why did the monks attack our village?"

Someone muttered in a low voice: "It's not that damn Bai Jian—"

Song Huaichen frowned: "Shut up."

The person who was scolded was startled, looked up at Song Huaichen, and immediately lowered his head in silence.

Song Huaichen put the bowl on the table, and the sound of the porcelain hitting the wooden table could be clearly heard: "Don't talk about what is there and what is not, since a monk is called a monk, he is not a god, why attacking Yingshan Lake can't be separated from two things. There are two reasons, one for people and one for money.”

"Why can his attack be blocked? What blocked it? Is it a person or an object?"

"You say you are ordinary people, but why doesn't the monk's attack work?"

"You have lived here for generations, and you are familiar with every plant and tree here. Think about it, what is different in the village from other places? Think about what the monks want. If you think about it, you might save your life. !"

"It's a matter of life and death, throw away those shitty bits and pieces, unite and think of a way!"

The pharmacy full of people was so quiet that you could hear the sound of needles dropping. After a long time, an old man hesitated and said, "I used to travel far and wide when I was young. I can be regarded as a person who has traveled far in the village. To put it differently, Yingshan Lake and The biggest difference in other places is probably the fence in the forest boundary."

Chapter 14

"But most of the mountain villages are equipped with anti-wild animal devices, and more are adapted to local conditions, such as digging ditches, making traps, and fences... I have never seen anyone use fences to block wild animals."

"Yingshan Lake is not only surrounded by fences, but also very long fences, and word of mouth from generation to generation puts this fence in an extremely important position. It seems that once the fence falls, the village will suffer terrible disasters. I believe the affirmation of everyone here There are those who don’t believe in evil, and even those who are brave enough to try to pull out the fence, but let me ask the old man, has anyone succeeded?”

"No." A young man replied, he hesitated for a while, and used a pronoun vaguely, "We...we have tried it all, the fence looks crumbling, but even the thinnest bamboo branch, we can't break it off, Harder than iron."

It is precisely because of the unusualness of the fence that the warnings passed down from generation to generation have not disappeared in time.

"The fence itself is unusual, and the things on the other side of the fence are also unusual. Even if we enter the mountain, even if we cross the fence, we dare not go to the distance where we can't see the fence, because once we can't see the fence, people will not come back eight or nine times out of ten. , even if the companions stare intently, walking out of that distance, people will immediately be taken away by invisible beasts."

It was the father of the Tang family who spoke, and he looked at Song Huaichen with a serious expression, "I won't hide it anymore—Mr. Song, you bought it from us that night, and we caught it from the other side of the fence. What the hell is it?"

He hurriedly continued: "After catching that thing, a few young people I brought up the mountain had bad luck for several days. Drinking cold water made their teeth stuffy, and even a few neighbors near my house had bad luck. Then I heard that you are sick in bed...... Is it true that all these bad lucks are caused by that thing? Mr. Song, do you know what that thing is?"

"Sniper, it's causing trouble." Song Huaichen didn't hide it from him, "I recognize it, so I naturally know the way to dispel it. It's much safer than keeping it in your hands, so I bought it."

"Mr. Song came from outside the mountains, and he has a lot of experience," Huang Yaoshi pretended to be lying, "I have also seen spies in books. They are very dangerous and can kill people. Mr. Song has saved you from disaster." , so that he was seriously ill and bedridden, you have to thank him well."

Song Huaichen glanced at him, but said nothing.

Father Tang didn't doubt that he was there, and immediately pulled a few young people to kowtow to Song Huaichen. Of course, Song Huaichen couldn't let them really kowtow. Just think about how to break the situation, after all, I am also in the village now, and I can't stand the monk's sword."

He looked decent and analyzed for the villagers who had no masters: "From what you said just now, the strangest thing in the village is those fences."

"To tell you the truth, I want to leave, but no matter which direction I go, I will always be blocked by the fence, like a ghost hitting a wall."

"I can't get out, and the monk's attack can't get in. I suspect it's all because of the fence."

"The fence isolates Yingshan Lake from the outside world, like a formation. Since it is a formation, it must be protecting something."

"Do you guys know when the fence was built? Is there anything in the village that existed when the fence was built?"

The story is so long ago that the villagers of Yingshan Lake fell into deep thought, and the medicine hall became quiet again.

Song Huaichen remembers landing on Lu Tingyun, picked up the rough porcelain bowl and took a sip of water, the weather is cold, the water is already cold: "Don't worry, think slowly, let me know if you think of anything, I can't get out."

"Now everyone who should be farming should go to farm. The sky has not fallen, and there is always food to eat."

There was a smile in the man's tone, which meant encouragement.The slightly slower tone is not the usual laziness, but the composure of reading thousands of sails.

Everyone felt that something was different.Smart people even felt a little more relaxed, they probably understood where the awe of Song Huaichen came from.

Similarly, anyone with ears could understand the chasing. The villagers dispersed sadly. A child who had attended Song Huaichen's class hesitated for a while, and finally asked, "Mr. Song, I figured out what happened to the fence." Are you going to leave now?"

Song Huaichen rubbed the edge of the bowl: "It's too early to say that."

He refused to give a clear answer, even if it was a deception.

Because he had seen Song Huaichen's inner demon, Huang Yaoshi had already given up talking to the man about this matter.

When everyone was gone, he asked directly: "What do you want to tell me?"

"Can you cure the fragrance of bone erosion? Lu Tingyun is dying."

"Since it's a secret medicine, even if it belongs to the mortal world, it's not so easy to solve it. The key is that I don't have any medicinal materials at hand." Huang Yaoshi made the elder's foreshadowing before he concluded, "I can't solve it now, only can be relieved."

"How to relieve it?" Song Huaichen put his hands together: "If it's medicinal materials, I'm afraid I won't be able to carry it."

When he was attached to the puppet, he tried to get the contents of the pouch, but he couldn't open it at all.

"There is no need for medicinal materials." Huang Yaoshi said, "Bone Corrosion Incense absorbs spiritual power, as long as there is something with stronger spiritual power than a monk, it will come out."

"But in the mortal world, monks are undoubtedly the ones with the strongest spiritual power. A little essence is concentrated in the spiritual platform, and Jindan and Yuanying are the concentration and concentration of spiritual power. No matter how good the quality of the spiritual stone is, it is not as pure as it comes from."

Song Huaichen understood: "But we are from ten continents overseas."

"That's right, we come from ten continents overseas." Huang Yaoshi nodded, "Although our cultivation is suppressed by drugs, our own realm remains unchanged, and the spiritual power in our bodies is definitely much stronger than that of mortal monks."

Huang Yaoshi stroked his beard and pondered: "But you met him by accident, and the price was too high to save him and lure the Gu to yourself. Lu Tingyun is the first monk we met, but he will definitely not be the last."

"The sword cultivator outside the dead end caused panic in the village, but it is a good thing for us. This place has finally been discovered by the mortal world of comprehension."

Song Huaichen thought about this: "Are you using aggressive tactics?"

Huang Yaoshi smiled: "Although I come from Fangzhang Mountain, I can't save everyone. Compared with Lu Tingyun, I naturally care more about your life. I am not a violent general, but sincere."

"Whether it can be saved or not...let's talk about it after I see him." Song Huaichen put aside this topic, and turned to talk to Huang Yaoshi about the encounter between the two sword cultivators outside the dead end.

"The villagers in Yingshan Lake all have problems. When you diagnosed and treated them, didn't you notice anything unusual?"

Huang Yaoshi, who was born on Xiandao, rolled his eyes: "I don't know what the pulse of mortals is like? Anyway, they seem to be much weaker than monks."

Huang Yaoshi guessed: "If Moxiu often haunts Yingshan Lake, then maybe it is not a wild beast but Moxiu who captured the villagers outside the fence?"

"It doesn't make sense. If the demon cultivator was here early in the morning, why didn't the teams that entered and left the village have any accidents?" Song Huaichen disagreed with Huang Yaoshi's point of view. Come back, but the villagers can't see it, so we can't see it."

"That's not necessarily true." Huang Yaoshi smacked his lips, "Don't underestimate the morality of the mortal world, we can't see through that little girl, can't we?"

"I will pay attention to the affairs in the village," Huang Yaoshi said, "You should go and see Lu Tingyun. By the way, I think that the girl who was taken away by Moxiu is probably Ah Wan."

Strangers from ten continents overseas cannot see clearly, and native monks may not be able to tell the difference.

"Also, Song Huaichen," Huang Yaoshi's tone was more serious than ever before, "It's better to do less things like the soul going out of the body, especially if you can't find the reason, maybe you won't be able to come back once you go out. .”

"It's still the same sentence, in my eyes, your life is more valuable than Lu Tingyun's, and more valuable than anyone else in this village."

Song Huaichen shook his head: "It seems that I have to take back the phrase 'doctor's benevolence'."

"Don't worry, I regret my life. I possessed the puppet not only for Lu Tingyun or the people of Yingshanhu, but also to find out why. It is dangerous to hang on the puppet. At least now the person who makes me go out of my body Everything is there, and I still have a chance to figure it out."

Song Huaichen used his fist to convince himself: "In this way, Lu Tingyun can't die."

Huang Yaoshi frowned: "It's no child's play to attract Gu to oneself."

"I can make myself a substitute." Song Huaichen smiled, "Don't forget that the puppet I made can also move."

The sun was setting to the west, and in Hu Shecheng's guest room, the puppet placed on the low table moved, turned over and jumped to the ground, turning into a human.

Wu Busheng drew his long sword out of its sheath, and a bright light reflected on Song Huaichen's face, making his eyes sparkle.

Bai Jian fell asleep on the chair, Lu Tingyun was unconscious, and Wu Busheng with his long sword out of its sheath blocked them behind.

"Song Daoyou?" Wu Busheng slowly withdrew his sword, his body still tensed.

Song Huaichen didn't mind his vigilance, and even appreciated it, he cut to the chase and said, "I found a way to save people, give me a pen and paper."

He specially took care of: "The best quality."

Wu Busheng frowned: "Fellow Taoist, do you want to draw a talisman?"

"Yes, a talisman." The man nodded, the corners of his mouth curled up in reserved pride.

Wu Busheng took out his treasures: "Yuzhang paper and Dongmulberry silkworm are not top-notch, but in Hushe City, there will never be anything better than these."

Cutting Yuzhang wood can tell good and bad luck, and drawing talismans on Yuzhang paper can get twice the result with half the effort.

The cocoon silk above the mulberry tree is like snow, and the cocoon silk of the east mulberry tree is used as a talisman pen, which can gather spiritual energy.

Song Huaichen picked up the pen, stroked it twice on the table to adapt to the pen, and then licked the pen on the inkstone, without dipping the ink, but the bristles of the pen were gathered together, the tip of the pen was sharp, the belly of the pen was round, the cocoon silk was silvery, and the ink was full. It is spiritual power.

There was a little spiritual light in the tip of the pen, Song Huaichen hung his wrist to write, thick black lines appeared on the paper, the edges were yellowish, it was the paper that was scorched by spiritual power.

Wu Busheng's eyes widened, looking at Song Huaichen, then at the pen, then at the paper.

Yuzhang paper and Eastern silkworm are good things, but just like magic tools of different grades, good things require high cultivation.

With one stroke, the spiritual power is so strong that it can burn paper?Wu Busheng had never even heard of it.

What kind of monster is this guy who came out of the puppet?What kind of place is Yingshan Lake surrounded by barriers?

Wu Busheng put his hand on the hilt of the sword again.

Chapter 15

Song Huaichen observed the handwriting, changed his gesture and wrote another stroke, this stroke was lighter than the previous stroke, but the superimposed strength of the two strokes caused a piece of talisman paper to burn directly, making it useless.

Song Huaichen sighed, put down the pen, the spiritual power receded, countless brush hairs fell off, the black inkstone was stained white, and the tip of the pen was bald.

Wu Beisheng was horrified, but he heard Song Huaichen say apologetically, "Paper and pen, I will pay you later."

Wu Busheng was stunned for a moment, quickly let go of his hand on the hilt, and hurriedly replied: "No need."

Bai Jian, who couldn't sleep well, was awakened by the voice, and seeing someone more in the room, she rubbed her eyes and jumped off the chair: "Mr. Song."

Song Huaichen stretched out his hand and pressed down, continuing the conversation with Wu Busheng.

"Don't feel embarrassed, I want to tell you bad news." Song Huaichen said, "The method I found to save people is useless."

The man in white rolled up his sleeves and looked at Wu Busheng without any unnaturalness on his face.He really didn't sacrifice himself enough to be willing to lure the Gu from Lu Tingyun's body into his body.

"Brother Song, is the method you found the only one?" Lu Tingyun woke up precisely at this moment.

The seriously injured man has been cleaned up, his wounds are properly bandaged, and his blood-stained clothes have been replaced. They are clean and pale.

His tone was weak, if Song Huaichen wasn't a monk, he wouldn't have heard his low-pitched words that sounded like he was talking to himself.

Wu Busheng didn't have much expression on his face, but there was a look of extreme struggle in his eyes.

Song Huaichen looked at Lu Tingyun with a steady tone: "Of course not."

"But the next two methods are all guesswork on my part."

"Gu poison has a substance, attached to the body. Although you have not yet reached the Nascent Soul, I have a way to separate your mind and soul. If the poison in the body can be cured, it will be cured. If it cannot be cured, I will reshape the lean meat for you, just like the three Prince Nezha is like that."

"But we are not gods. It will take a very long time to reshape the body, and the failure rate is extremely high."

"The person who can detoxify told me that he doesn't have enough medicinal materials and can't make an antidote. The only way to relieve it is to find a concentration of spiritual power that is stronger than your golden core, and guide the Gu in your body past."

"I can draw talismans and make that thing, but the talisman paper can't bear it." The flickering candlelight penetrated the man's body, casting vague spots of light on the wall, "And I can't stand it again and again." try."

Lu Tingyun understood the interface: "Unless?"

"Unless you shatter your golden core and reduce your cultivation to Qi training."

Bai Jian couldn't understand the dialogue about monks, and her face was full of bewilderment.In the past few days, he has been more stimulated, and Wu Busheng also restrained his expression, not showing too much surprise and shock.

There was a cough in Lu Tingyun's voice: "What about you, Brother Song?"

"I'll kill the person who cast the Gu first." Song Huaichen said, "I've always only known 'can't kill', never met 'can't kill'."

Lu Tingyun smiled: "It seems that Brother Song has never met anyone he couldn't kill."

“How come you see?”

"If we met, Brother Song wouldn't be here now."

Song Huaichen also smiled: "Don't you think I'm a ghost cultivator?"

Lu Tingyun coughed continuously, his lips were pale, his brows were slightly wrinkled, but the smile on his face never faded, like the sunlight refracted on the snow field, it was burning warmth in the biting cold, bright enough to dazzle.

He still wanted to continue what Song Huaichen said, but Wu couldn't help it: "Is now the time to talk about this?!"

"This is to create a relaxed thinking environment for him. Without saying anything, let him keep thinking about whether he should give up his physical body or shatter his own golden core. Isn't the pressure too great?"

On the couch, Lu Tingyun smiled and agreed: "Exactly."

"But the thing to think about is—" Song Huaichen's words were interrupted by a loud noise, the guest house was shaken suddenly, the lampstand fell down, the lamp oil poured out, and a line of fire burned along the table to the ground.

Wu Busheng pulled Bai Jian away from the edge of the lamp oil quickly, but he couldn't block the fire wire and climbed onto the bed curtain.Lu Tingyun leaned on the couch and talked to them, the burning flames almost licked his face.

I don't know if he didn't have the energy to hide, or he didn't feel the need to hide, but Lu Tingyun didn't even move his expression.

Song Huaichen reached out and tore off the burning half of the bed curtain, and threw it away.He bent down to look at Lu Tingyun's face, Hushe City was full of monks, and the lights were not ordinary fires, the flames were too close to Lu Tingyun just now, he was worried that this seriously injured man would get hurt again.

The starting point of the action is worry, but the words are ridiculed: "A pretty good face, don't burn it."

The smile on Lu Tingyun's face suddenly changed its tone, the clear sunshine on the snow peak suddenly turned into sour plum soup to quench thirst in summer, with a warm and smoky mischievousness.

"Brother Song." Lu Tingyun's opened and closed lips were bloodless, but the line of his lips was stained with a line of deep red, he coughed and coughed up blood again.

He had something to say, Song Huaichen leaned over to listen, his ears filled with warm and moist breath, Lu Tingyun said: "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Then the ear pinna warmed up, and it was a closeness with a bloody smell.

Lu Tingyun said: "I've long wanted to - despise you."

Lu Tingyun's blood solidified the puppet spirit's body again. Song Huaichen took a moment to think about whether he should shout molestation or beat Lu Tingyun.

After taking a breath, he decided to take a compromise method: "It's okay to play hooligans, but it's your fault if you go too far than me."

"I don't mind Brother Song if you take it back from me." Lu Tingyun said with a smile, "After all, I have never seen anyone prettier than Brother Song. gone."

Song Huaichen touched his ears and wiped off the blood on the pinnae: "I was taught that I should not argue with patients, and I will settle accounts with you after you recover."

The man in white straightened up, waved his backhand, and a burst of spiritual light blasted the door of the guest room, splinters of wood flew out, and a monk who rushed to the door was knocked down the stairs amidst the unprepared shouting and cursing.

Wu Busheng staggered and drew his sword, but he didn't feel that someone touched it at all.

The roar of the shop owner came from the lobby on the first floor: "Which son of a bitch dares to fight in my shop! Are you bored?! Do you know where this is?!"

"Know," the steady voice was clear and slow, "the place where you can do whatever you want."

Song Huaichen answered with a smile: "I like that."

He stepped forward, facing the imminent visitor outside the door, pressed Wu Busheng's shoulder to push him back, and transmitted the voice into secret: "Find a chance, take your senior brother and Bai Jian away."

Wu Busheng asked via voice transmission, "What about you?"

Song Huaichen replied to him with a smile: "I'm a puppet spirit. When the accumulated spiritual power is used up, I will naturally transform back. I can't die anyway."

The speaker downstairs put three slap-sized, glowing spirit stones in front of the shop owner. The shop owner rolled his eyes, took the spirit stones and called the waiter to run away.

The person speaking downstairs was a scribe in Tsing Yi. He had a good appearance and a warm temperament. He couldn't tell that he was someone who would buy three top-quality spirit stones to "do whatever he wanted".

The literati in Tsing Yi bowed to Song Huaichen politely: "I'm going to study in Linchuan, Yu Qingyan, how dare I ask you who you are?"

Song Huaichen raised the corners of his lips lukewarmly. He remembered that among the group of people chasing Lu Tingyun back then, this one followed behind Ge Qing: "No name, no surname, heaven and earth are scattered cultivators."

Yu Qingyan didn't bother: "Since Fellow Daoist doesn't want to get involved in disputes, can you make a concession, I'll find Lu Tingyun."

Song Huaichen didn't move: "What do you want from him?"

Yu Qingyan's face darkened: "There are demon cultivators in Hushe City, but the demon cultivators here don't practice evil ways. Lu Tingyun, as an upright cultivator, colluded with evil demons and heretics, and slaughtered villages for cultivating evil methods. Pharmacist Gu Geqing and I Accidentally broke through, not only will he not repent, but he will drive us out and kill us."

"I, Ge Qing and others wanted to kill him to comfort the villagers who died in vain, but we accidentally let him escape. Ge Qing even lost an arm. I followed his trail and came here to seek justice for the vainly dead. Also ask for an explanation for Ge Qing."

"Oh." Song Huaichen responded flatly, "But the person you brought is a demon cultivator, why is that?"

Crowded on the stairs, ready to rush in and take Lu Tingyun's life, are all demon cultivators.

Yu Qingyan was very blunt: "There are many demon cultivators in Hu Shecheng, I don't want Lu Tingyun to escape again."

Song Huaichen said "oh" again, but still didn't move.

The scribe in Tsing Yi ran out of patience, he was indeed afraid of Song Huaichen, but the man's question reminded others that there is a lot of power in them, and there is no need to be afraid if one's own strength is not enough.

The demon cultivator rushing to the front was not hired by him with money, but given by Ge Qing. What is in front of him is just the tip of the iceberg of his power.If the one on the stairs is defeated, new additions will come in immediately.

Yu Qingyan finally asked: "Fellow Daoist, do you let me go or not?"

The shopkeeper and Xiaoer, who were low-level, had already run away from sight, and the tenants who didn't want to cause trouble also left.But Hushe City, where the three ethnic groups live together, is a chaotic place. The inn is full of people watching the show.

They stood with experience and standards, vacating a large area for Song Huaichen and Yu Qingyan to play, and the scene was quite funny for a while.

Song Huaichen said: "After talking for so long, you still haven't figured it out? Of course I won't let it go."

"Then I can only offend." The Tsing Yi scribe waved his hand and gave the order to attack.

Song Huaichen smiled leisurely: "No offense."

The man's sleeves trembled, his spiritual power swept away, and all the magicians on the stairs, as well as the idlers watching the show, were shot away. The wooden building fell apart, and a bright blue sky appeared above his head. Song Huaichen flew down and took Yu Qingyan: "After all It was me who chopped off Ge Qing's arm!"

At the same time, Song Huaichen sent a voice transmission to Wu Busheng: "Let's go!"

Yu Qingyan's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised his hand to summon a black bamboo-knuckle Langhao brush, and swung it vigorously in the air.When the ink marks formed in the air, the flow of spiritual power suddenly turbulent, Song Huaichen's figure stopped, and the imposing blow was interrupted!

The spiritual power released as an attack could no longer be recovered, Song Huaichen's figure suddenly became transparent, Yu Qingyan's expression twisted, and he dropped the second stroke, Song Huaichen's movements were completely restrained!

Lu Tingyun's voice transmission was long overdue: "Yu Qingyan's broken characters can break all laws in the world, brother Song, be careful!"

Chapter 16

Although the reason why Song Huaichen was able to live on the puppet is unclear, it must be related to the talisman paper in the puppet. Breaking the characters breaks all laws, and the talisman is also the law.

The inner alarm bell of the man who was restrained from moving was loud, and there was a click, which was the sound of the cage that locked the beast in his heart cracking.

The figure of the man in white gradually became transparent, but a dark fire ignited in his eyes.

Yu Qingyan swiped the third stroke, thinking that he was sure of winning, a chill came unexpectedly behind him.

He didn't have time to figure out where the shock came from, and the two ink marks left in the air were blown up.The sudden change caused Yu Qingyan's chest to surge with energy and blood, and the third stroke couldn't be done, and he had to vomit blood from "wow".

The mouthful of blood failed to fall on the ground, turned into a red mist in mid-air, drew into a long and thin strand, and flew out lightly.

Yu Qingyan's eyes couldn't help chasing after him, the red mist fell on a piece of snow white, seeping into the translucent slender fingers.

The man in white who was about to disappear became solid again.

The demon cultivators all over the ground were bleeding miserably from their seven orifices. The red mist was transpiring, and more blood slithered on the ground, drawing strange patterns. The blood essence that they had condensed their entire life into Song Huaichen's body, and a piece of Among the ominous bright red, the man was dressed in white and was always spotless.

Yu Qingyan was afraid of him and talked nonsense with him for a long time because he couldn't see through his cultivation. At this moment, the cultivator holding the black bamboo pen still couldn't see through Song Huaichen's cultivation, but he could feel the rising power of the man in white opposite him. double the pressure.

Song Huaichen had no expression on his face, and there was a dark light in his eyes.Standing in white clothes, the ground is full of blood, and the aura around him is like a frost and snow ice knife, which is completely the breath of a righteous monk.However, he is not a demon cultivator, but he is better than a demon cultivator.

Seeing that something was wrong, the monks who were watching the bustle all fled far away. Those who were not afraid of death ran a little farther, then stopped and probed their brains to wait and see. ready to go.The atmosphere of the onlookers became tense, not to mention the parties involved.

The chill that passed over his back flowed all over his limbs, and Yu Qingyan threw a formula into the sky without hesitation.

Righteous demon cultivators are incompatible, especially when meeting evil demon cultivators who feed on human essence and blood, it is a life-or-death situation. There are very few monks who think like Lu Tingyun.

Yu Qingyan's cultivation of the righteous way is inextricably linked to the demon cultivator of the evil way. He has been able to come to the present safely, and he definitely does not lack scheming methods.

Seeing that something was going wrong, he sent out a distress signal without hesitation.

Even if his relationship with Moxiu was exposed, he could at least save his life.

However, Song Huaichen did not intend to spare his life.

People who show one thing on the outside and another on the other side are the most detestable people.This is far worse than not being close to you and pushing things on you that you don't want to do.

Song Huaichen felt the same, and felt even more disgusted.

Those who turn black and white should be killed.

Lu Tingyun's sentence "Brother Song has never met someone he couldn't kill" gave Song Huaichen inexplicable confidence, and this confidence made him firm in his determination.He wanted to kill Yu Qingyan.

The heart demon turned into a ferocious beast and disturbed Song Huaichen's pure spiritual altar. The man didn't realize that the reason why he had never met someone he couldn't kill was because he was kind to others, tolerant and tolerant, and never made up his mind to kill someone .

The magic formula that bloomed in the sky made a buzzing sound, and the fluctuation of spiritual power was transmitted extremely far away.Almost at the same time as the extremely dull bell rang, a thunderous roar sounded from the center of Hushe City.

That was the angry roar of a high-ranking monk, and what exploded was not the sound, but the spiritual power.

Unfortunately, the monk who was watching the excitement was swept away, and was immediately shocked to the point of bleeding from the mouth, and became unconscious.

There was no time to activate the magic formula in hand and the magic weapon under the feet, everything happened too fast.

Song Huaichen's body fluctuated for a while, he was attached to the puppet, similar to the primordial spirit coming out of his body, but he couldn't exert the power of the primordial spirit, someone's roar was transmitted from the puppet to the body, knocking Song Huaichen into a trance Wake up three minutes.

As if waking up from a dream, leaving no regrets, the inner demon trapped in the physical body raised his head, echoing the reflection in the dream, shaking his mane, and let out the first dripping roar in his life, piercing the clouds and breaking the sun.

So Song Huaichen was furious, he wanted to kill the person who should be killed, but someone obstructed him!

So he acted recklessly!

He raised his hand to shoot out a blue light, the light was extremely bright, so hot that it was almost white, it was not fancy, it was a real spiritual force, and it charged towards Qingyan with great power!

Yu Qingyan had already retreated.

The moment he noticed Song Huaichen's change, he was already retreating and fleeing away from Song Huaichen while playing the formula!

Yu Qingyan fled in the air, away from Song Huaichen, and fled to the center of Hushe City!Yu Qingyan's cultivation base was in the mid-Gold Core stage, and with the help of a magic weapon, the distance between the two had already opened up quite a bit.Because Hu Shecheng had a battle to defend the city, Yu Qingyan couldn't fly out of the city directly to make up for it by laying down layers of defensive tactics behind him.

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