No.1 mouth in the world of self-cultivation
Chapter 18
Perhaps it was in the midst of a battle, but Ning Qing stopped the movement of the audience with one sentence, and the scene became extremely funny.
Under the setting sun in the phantom, the corpses are in all kinds of magical and illusory postures, like a square dancing aunt who has just entered the industry, no matter how serious her attitude is, her actions will not meet the standard.
After all, the lead dancer was in a hurry to go home and eat dirt, half of his body was buried in the dirt.
What the hell are you eating dirt at home!
Ning Qing couldn't stop laughing in her heart, she glanced over in a daze, and found that the scene in front of her was like an unsuccessful competition photo. The picture was roughly a group of people standing under Mirinda's orange pattern, dancing a mysterious square dance .
The movements were not good-looking at first, but the camera used to take pictures of them was still low-resolution, so the finished product looked like a runaway cartoon, which was completely different from Ning Qing's style.
Really inconsistent painting style.
Ning Qing actually looks pretty good, she is the kind of gentle and elegant type, she smiles lightly like a nobleman in a play, definitely belongs to the hexagram of girl comics.
Although his self-cognition deviates a bit, thinking that he is handsome and cool, but since the key word is handsome rather than cool, this deviation does not affect the effectiveness of that sentence.
So those who are not handsome are still, and those who are handsome are still moving.
What a mysterious physique.Ning Qing thought about it, and glanced at Ning Gousheng, who was moving freely. It's a pity that she couldn't consult him now, and had to avoid chasing the mortician.
But even if he could ask now, Ning Gousheng didn't have time to answer him.
Ning Qing's words came true, and almost at the same time, Ning Gousheng felt the scattered vitality, and subconsciously began to operate the exercises.
The aura of heaven and earth swept from the surroundings, and immediately gathered into a huge vortex, enveloping him.
He closed his eyes and gradually floated in mid-air, concentrating on comprehending this sudden mystery.
As the breeze came, Ning Gousheng suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of jet-black eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, where the sun, moon and stars seem to flicker.
The momentum of his whole body soared, and with a light flick of his wrist, he slashed out with a sword, and evolved into a vast sea of stars while he breathed out his true energy!
Jian Guang was faster than Lei Yin, covering the audience in an instant, and the dusk turned into a starry night.
The sudden change occurred at this time, and the stars fell and shattered into dust in an instant!
Go to Wanfaxiu with one sword!
The sword light exploded with the vision and fell straight into the world, invincible wherever it passed.
The sparks from the nodes of the phantom array splashed randomly, and there was a crisp sound when it exploded. The setting sun collapsed in an instant, the earth trembled loudly, and dust was flying everywhere.
Countless corpses also turned into dust like stars, fluttering in the air, and finally returned to nothingness together with the dust.
In the sky full of dust and sand, Ning Qing raised her limp hands with difficulty to make a tactic, the small flag above her head flashed, and another mask fell to protect him in the middle.
The sudden increase in the power of this sword made him have to make more plans.
In fact, he was just worrying in vain, the sword light continued to slide down, but as if consciously, every one barely avoided him, and he didn't even touch him at all.
Looking up at Ning Gousheng, whose eyes were still blank, Ning Qing suddenly understood that even if Ning Gousheng was not awake, subconsciously, she would never hurt him.
They are masters and slaves connected by fortune, and the other party is the sword spirit who is completely in his hands. No matter when, the other party will take him first.
No harm, no betrayal.
This understanding was extremely clear at this moment, and it made Ning Qing a little silent.
After a while, Ning Qing looked around as if nothing happened.
The mortician boy was easy to find. He was sitting on the ground at this moment, and the charm in his hand was emitting a faint white light, protecting him airtight.
Ning Qing raised her brows, realizing that Ning Gousheng might be a bit misjudged. This spell may not be as simple as suppression. In the case of chaos and Ning Gousheng going berserk, it can still protect the boy safe and sound.
The identity of the person who sent these talismans must not be simple, but they can't deal with that corpse puppet at will, and it will depend on this young man in the end.
It's a pity that the juvenile's appearance classification doesn't seem to be the handsome one in Ning Qing's mind. At this moment, the pause button was pressed and he remained motionless.
Seeing the flames on the ground, Ning Qing got lucky and grabbed the young mortician and dragged him into the periphery of the mask: "Okay, okay, you and I have the same style of painting."
This sentence instantly lifted the boy's pause. He was confused for a while, and then he was very grateful, and kept thanking him repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, especially thank you...I, I..."
Ning Qing didn't want to listen to his ramblings. In fact, without his involvement, nothing would happen to this young man, so she immediately interrupted him: "Did you see your corpse? He can't move now, so hurry up and put the charm on it." superior."
The young man let out an "ah", and looked in the direction Ning Qing pointed, and immediately saw the corpse puppet half buried in the soil, and it really didn't move.
He was very pleasantly surprised, and thanked again: "Thank you! Thank you so much! If it weren't for you, I really don't know how to get him back!"
Ning Qing waved her hand to say no thanks, and urged the boy to hurry over.
The young man nodded, holding the talisman in his hand, carefully avoiding the random sparks on the ground, and went towards the corpse puppet in a startled manner.
Seeing his timid look, Ning Qing couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, and looked away at Ning Gousheng who was still floating in the air.
In fact, Ning Gou finished his strike with one sword and released the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that he couldn't absorb. He soon came to his senses. When he saw Ning Qing looking at him, he also looked back at Ning Qing very calmly.
However, it was probably because he hadn't grasped the strength of the sword just now, and he was a little guilty when he saw the desolation around him, and his calmness could not be justified, but made his dark eyes full of innocence.
Seeing that he was acting cute again, Ning Qing felt very tired, and wanted to tell him that it was working time now, so she couldn't be coquettish.
It's a pity that Ning Gousheng reacted quickly, and changed the topic as soon as he opened his mouth: "Master, the corpse puppet has been suppressed."
Ning Qing paused, seeing that the young man had indeed put a spell on the corpse puppet, and was trying to pull him out of the soil.
The crisis has been resolved, Ning Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and raised her hand to remove the formula.
It is also very tiring to maintain the output of inner qi all the time, and his meridians are now slightly tingling.
The small flag on the top of the head shrunk and fluttered down, and was caught by Ning Qing and put into her arms. Just as she was about to ask something, she felt her head go limp and her legs trembled, almost falling to the ground.
Ning Gousheng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. As soon as he sensed something was wrong, he immediately fell from the sky and let Ning Qing land safely with a wave of his sleeve.
After checking with a serious face, Ning Gousheng's expression relaxed a lot: "Master is fine, it's just that the internal energy is exhausted, and he is a little bit out of strength at this time."
Ning Qing was also aware of her own situation. She sat on the ground and tried to move her limp limbs. It was as if they had been filled with lead, and she couldn't move freely at all.
"Come on, I can't go by myself, so you carry me, Ning Gousheng." Ning Qing felt that she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember anything, so she could only talk about other things, "I carried you when you came, now It's your turn to give selflessly! Come, don't hug what you want to carry."
But Ning Gousheng, who has always been obedient, did not agree this time: "Master, I have no substance, and I have no power."
Ning Qing was speechless.
By the way, Ning Gousheng is a sword spirit and has no entity at the moment.
Ning Qing shook her dizzy head, thinking that it's not that he didn't know about it, monks have a good memory, why did he suddenly forget it?
But speaking of it, it seems that Ning Gousheng's Yuan Ling is not so transparent?But when Ning Qing took a closer look, he felt that he was still the same, without any special changes.
Ning Gousheng didn't seem to feel any changes in himself, and calmly explained Ning Qing's matter: "The master's physique is not yet complete, and his memory may be confused if he is not able to do it for a while, and there is no big hindrance."
The degree of memory confusion is not so serious, but it is true that people are dizzy.
Ning Qing couldn't concentrate, the pause had already changed back to play, and everything returned to normal.
As a result, he became dizzy even more.
Ning Qing sighed, it seemed that she had to ask for help from the delicate and weak mortician boy.
But can the boy who chased away the corpse artisan succeed?
Ning Qing looked suspiciously at the young man who was still fighting against the corpse puppet, and felt that she couldn't convince herself.
The young man didn't feel Ning Qing's entanglement, he pulled the corpse puppet out of the ground like a carrot, and drove him to Ning Qing's side, thanking him again.
Ning Qing said politely, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
The young man hurriedly said, "Okay, what's the matter?"
Ning Qing said: "You see I used too much force just now, and now I have no strength at all. Can you please help me? I have to ask those two sect disciples about something."
The boy agreed without even thinking about it, and then, under Ning Qing's suspicious eyes, he hugged him easily.
Hug up.
Up.
stand up.
Come.
Wtf!Ning Qing's expression was about to crack. He was about a hundred catties anyway, and he looked no lighter than that corpse puppet. Why was he hugged by the princess all of a sudden?
A corpse puppet, the young man took so much effort to pull it out, how could it be so easy to get to him, this is not scientific at all!
He thinks he's almost drunk, okay?
Ning Gousheng looked at his master's sluggish face, thought for a while and still didn't make a sound, silently followed the brisk young man towards the pile of rocks.
He had a strong premonition that speaking at this time seemed to be a very unwise choice.
Silence prevailed until the moment everyone saw the pile of rubble.
The entire pile of rubble was filled with blood, and the person who escorted Niuniu was nowhere to be seen.
Yuan Haoyan lost his right hand, black poisonous blood was dripping from the wound, his left hand was weakly covering his abdomen, and he was sitting on the ground dumbfounded, looking like he was greatly shocked.
As for Mrs. Ru Ji who was unconscious, her skin was already stained with grayish gray, and there were a few scratches on her body, and the places where the skin and flesh were turned out were black and purple, which seemed to be deeply poisoned.
What's going on here?
The author has something to say: Little Theater:
Ning Qing: Do you know what the biggest lie someone told me was?
Ye Haoyuan: You look ugly.
Ning Gousheng: ...
Ye Haoyuan, you understand it very well!
Under the setting sun in the phantom, the corpses are in all kinds of magical and illusory postures, like a square dancing aunt who has just entered the industry, no matter how serious her attitude is, her actions will not meet the standard.
After all, the lead dancer was in a hurry to go home and eat dirt, half of his body was buried in the dirt.
What the hell are you eating dirt at home!
Ning Qing couldn't stop laughing in her heart, she glanced over in a daze, and found that the scene in front of her was like an unsuccessful competition photo. The picture was roughly a group of people standing under Mirinda's orange pattern, dancing a mysterious square dance .
The movements were not good-looking at first, but the camera used to take pictures of them was still low-resolution, so the finished product looked like a runaway cartoon, which was completely different from Ning Qing's style.
Really inconsistent painting style.
Ning Qing actually looks pretty good, she is the kind of gentle and elegant type, she smiles lightly like a nobleman in a play, definitely belongs to the hexagram of girl comics.
Although his self-cognition deviates a bit, thinking that he is handsome and cool, but since the key word is handsome rather than cool, this deviation does not affect the effectiveness of that sentence.
So those who are not handsome are still, and those who are handsome are still moving.
What a mysterious physique.Ning Qing thought about it, and glanced at Ning Gousheng, who was moving freely. It's a pity that she couldn't consult him now, and had to avoid chasing the mortician.
But even if he could ask now, Ning Gousheng didn't have time to answer him.
Ning Qing's words came true, and almost at the same time, Ning Gousheng felt the scattered vitality, and subconsciously began to operate the exercises.
The aura of heaven and earth swept from the surroundings, and immediately gathered into a huge vortex, enveloping him.
He closed his eyes and gradually floated in mid-air, concentrating on comprehending this sudden mystery.
As the breeze came, Ning Gousheng suddenly opened his eyes.
A pair of jet-black eyes, like a bottomless cold pool, where the sun, moon and stars seem to flicker.
The momentum of his whole body soared, and with a light flick of his wrist, he slashed out with a sword, and evolved into a vast sea of stars while he breathed out his true energy!
Jian Guang was faster than Lei Yin, covering the audience in an instant, and the dusk turned into a starry night.
The sudden change occurred at this time, and the stars fell and shattered into dust in an instant!
Go to Wanfaxiu with one sword!
The sword light exploded with the vision and fell straight into the world, invincible wherever it passed.
The sparks from the nodes of the phantom array splashed randomly, and there was a crisp sound when it exploded. The setting sun collapsed in an instant, the earth trembled loudly, and dust was flying everywhere.
Countless corpses also turned into dust like stars, fluttering in the air, and finally returned to nothingness together with the dust.
In the sky full of dust and sand, Ning Qing raised her limp hands with difficulty to make a tactic, the small flag above her head flashed, and another mask fell to protect him in the middle.
The sudden increase in the power of this sword made him have to make more plans.
In fact, he was just worrying in vain, the sword light continued to slide down, but as if consciously, every one barely avoided him, and he didn't even touch him at all.
Looking up at Ning Gousheng, whose eyes were still blank, Ning Qing suddenly understood that even if Ning Gousheng was not awake, subconsciously, she would never hurt him.
They are masters and slaves connected by fortune, and the other party is the sword spirit who is completely in his hands. No matter when, the other party will take him first.
No harm, no betrayal.
This understanding was extremely clear at this moment, and it made Ning Qing a little silent.
After a while, Ning Qing looked around as if nothing happened.
The mortician boy was easy to find. He was sitting on the ground at this moment, and the charm in his hand was emitting a faint white light, protecting him airtight.
Ning Qing raised her brows, realizing that Ning Gousheng might be a bit misjudged. This spell may not be as simple as suppression. In the case of chaos and Ning Gousheng going berserk, it can still protect the boy safe and sound.
The identity of the person who sent these talismans must not be simple, but they can't deal with that corpse puppet at will, and it will depend on this young man in the end.
It's a pity that the juvenile's appearance classification doesn't seem to be the handsome one in Ning Qing's mind. At this moment, the pause button was pressed and he remained motionless.
Seeing the flames on the ground, Ning Qing got lucky and grabbed the young mortician and dragged him into the periphery of the mask: "Okay, okay, you and I have the same style of painting."
This sentence instantly lifted the boy's pause. He was confused for a while, and then he was very grateful, and kept thanking him repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, especially thank you...I, I..."
Ning Qing didn't want to listen to his ramblings. In fact, without his involvement, nothing would happen to this young man, so she immediately interrupted him: "Did you see your corpse? He can't move now, so hurry up and put the charm on it." superior."
The young man let out an "ah", and looked in the direction Ning Qing pointed, and immediately saw the corpse puppet half buried in the soil, and it really didn't move.
He was very pleasantly surprised, and thanked again: "Thank you! Thank you so much! If it weren't for you, I really don't know how to get him back!"
Ning Qing waved her hand to say no thanks, and urged the boy to hurry over.
The young man nodded, holding the talisman in his hand, carefully avoiding the random sparks on the ground, and went towards the corpse puppet in a startled manner.
Seeing his timid look, Ning Qing couldn't help twitching the corners of her mouth, and looked away at Ning Gousheng who was still floating in the air.
In fact, Ning Gou finished his strike with one sword and released the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that he couldn't absorb. He soon came to his senses. When he saw Ning Qing looking at him, he also looked back at Ning Qing very calmly.
However, it was probably because he hadn't grasped the strength of the sword just now, and he was a little guilty when he saw the desolation around him, and his calmness could not be justified, but made his dark eyes full of innocence.
Seeing that he was acting cute again, Ning Qing felt very tired, and wanted to tell him that it was working time now, so she couldn't be coquettish.
It's a pity that Ning Gousheng reacted quickly, and changed the topic as soon as he opened his mouth: "Master, the corpse puppet has been suppressed."
Ning Qing paused, seeing that the young man had indeed put a spell on the corpse puppet, and was trying to pull him out of the soil.
The crisis has been resolved, Ning Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and raised her hand to remove the formula.
It is also very tiring to maintain the output of inner qi all the time, and his meridians are now slightly tingling.
The small flag on the top of the head shrunk and fluttered down, and was caught by Ning Qing and put into her arms. Just as she was about to ask something, she felt her head go limp and her legs trembled, almost falling to the ground.
Ning Gousheng's eyes were quick and his hands were quick. As soon as he sensed something was wrong, he immediately fell from the sky and let Ning Qing land safely with a wave of his sleeve.
After checking with a serious face, Ning Gousheng's expression relaxed a lot: "Master is fine, it's just that the internal energy is exhausted, and he is a little bit out of strength at this time."
Ning Qing was also aware of her own situation. She sat on the ground and tried to move her limp limbs. It was as if they had been filled with lead, and she couldn't move freely at all.
"Come on, I can't go by myself, so you carry me, Ning Gousheng." Ning Qing felt that she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember anything, so she could only talk about other things, "I carried you when you came, now It's your turn to give selflessly! Come, don't hug what you want to carry."
But Ning Gousheng, who has always been obedient, did not agree this time: "Master, I have no substance, and I have no power."
Ning Qing was speechless.
By the way, Ning Gousheng is a sword spirit and has no entity at the moment.
Ning Qing shook her dizzy head, thinking that it's not that he didn't know about it, monks have a good memory, why did he suddenly forget it?
But speaking of it, it seems that Ning Gousheng's Yuan Ling is not so transparent?But when Ning Qing took a closer look, he felt that he was still the same, without any special changes.
Ning Gousheng didn't seem to feel any changes in himself, and calmly explained Ning Qing's matter: "The master's physique is not yet complete, and his memory may be confused if he is not able to do it for a while, and there is no big hindrance."
The degree of memory confusion is not so serious, but it is true that people are dizzy.
Ning Qing couldn't concentrate, the pause had already changed back to play, and everything returned to normal.
As a result, he became dizzy even more.
Ning Qing sighed, it seemed that she had to ask for help from the delicate and weak mortician boy.
But can the boy who chased away the corpse artisan succeed?
Ning Qing looked suspiciously at the young man who was still fighting against the corpse puppet, and felt that she couldn't convince herself.
The young man didn't feel Ning Qing's entanglement, he pulled the corpse puppet out of the ground like a carrot, and drove him to Ning Qing's side, thanking him again.
Ning Qing said politely, "Can I ask you for a favor?"
The young man hurriedly said, "Okay, what's the matter?"
Ning Qing said: "You see I used too much force just now, and now I have no strength at all. Can you please help me? I have to ask those two sect disciples about something."
The boy agreed without even thinking about it, and then, under Ning Qing's suspicious eyes, he hugged him easily.
Hug up.
Up.
stand up.
Come.
Wtf!Ning Qing's expression was about to crack. He was about a hundred catties anyway, and he looked no lighter than that corpse puppet. Why was he hugged by the princess all of a sudden?
A corpse puppet, the young man took so much effort to pull it out, how could it be so easy to get to him, this is not scientific at all!
He thinks he's almost drunk, okay?
Ning Gousheng looked at his master's sluggish face, thought for a while and still didn't make a sound, silently followed the brisk young man towards the pile of rocks.
He had a strong premonition that speaking at this time seemed to be a very unwise choice.
Silence prevailed until the moment everyone saw the pile of rubble.
The entire pile of rubble was filled with blood, and the person who escorted Niuniu was nowhere to be seen.
Yuan Haoyan lost his right hand, black poisonous blood was dripping from the wound, his left hand was weakly covering his abdomen, and he was sitting on the ground dumbfounded, looking like he was greatly shocked.
As for Mrs. Ru Ji who was unconscious, her skin was already stained with grayish gray, and there were a few scratches on her body, and the places where the skin and flesh were turned out were black and purple, which seemed to be deeply poisoned.
What's going on here?
The author has something to say: Little Theater:
Ning Qing: Do you know what the biggest lie someone told me was?
Ye Haoyuan: You look ugly.
Ning Gousheng: ...
Ye Haoyuan, you understand it very well!
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