The demon leader is back

Yingqi received the order of the leader and went to Mo's house in Qingwu Town to pick up a baby, who was the child of Zuo protector Chu Tianhe.

Just a few days after Ying Qi left Tianshengjiao, Qin Wuyan received a message from his friend Si Jiu, and the traces of the players were found.

"Well, I'll send you the coordinates, but these people are too scattered, several groups of people are in different directions, you need to find a few more people to come and arrest."

The moment Qin Wuyan received the news, he finally relaxed a little: "I see, thank you."

"you are welcome."

Qin Wuyan sent a message to Yinzhu and the others, asking them to go out and arrest people together, and contacted other friends who had free time to ask them for help.

Qin Wuyan also set off in person. After all, the nightmare seeds in Ying Qi's body made him worry, and he could get rid of them sooner rather than later.

Before leaving, Qin Wuyan was a little worried about Ying Qi.

"The Mo family doesn't have any powerful Jianghu forces. With Ah Qi's kung fu, it should be fine." Qin Wuyan pinched his chin and thought for a while, "And there is something in Ah Qi's body that contains divine power, so it's no problem to protect his life , but Ah Qi's body... Forget it, we'll take care of it when we get back."

Qingwu Town is far away, but the leader has ordered that Ying Qi not be allowed to rush on the road regardless of his health.

Ying Qi smiled, the leader's order warmed his heart.

Near the evening, Yingqi passed by the post station, intending to rest here for the night.

It was getting dark quickly, and the cold wind was howling, accompanied by snowflakes falling.

Ying Qi reached out to catch the snowflakes: "It's snowing."

The leader and him met in a snowy day, and Yingqi has a special feeling for snow.

Ying Qi handed the horse over to Xiao Er at the post station to take him away to feed the fodder, and he entered the post station by himself. Just as he opened the door, a cup hit him. The sound of breaking.

"Get out! Where did the wild cat come from, bad luck."

Ying Qi was stunned for a moment, then looked down and saw a black cat hiding at her feet, it turned out that the glass didn't hit her.

Ying Qi pulled the burden on his shoulders, bent down and picked up the black cat at his feet, and said to the cursing person inside: "This is my cat."

"Your?" There were only a few oil lamps in the station, and the light was dim. The speaker was in the shadows, and his face could not be seen clearly. He could only hear his rough voice, "It's not bad luck to have a black cat, don't let your cat Come in, Grandpa took a dirty look."

The waiter at the post station walked up to Ying Qi and lowered his voice: "My lord, look...how about putting your cat in the firewood room at the back?"

"No, I'll take care of it." Ying Qi went in with the cat in his arms, and said to the worried Xiao Er, "Don't worry, I won't cause trouble for you."

Xiaoer was relieved when he heard this, and was lucky to meet such a good and knowledgeable guest.

Ying Qi walked in front of that person, and the other person was angry: "Hey you kid, don't listen to what I said!"

As he said that, the man grabbed the kitten in Chaoying Qi's arms.

"Meow--" the black cat frowned and writhed in Ying Qi's arms.

On one side of Ying Qi's body, dodging the claws grabbed by the opponent, raised his leg and kicked him on the waist, and then kicked the crook of his leg, the man fell to his knees directly: "You..."

Ying Qi stroked the black cat's head, comforted it gently, and stared condescendingly at the man kicked by him: "My cat won't cause trouble, do you understand?"

The man kneeling on the ground met Shang Yingqi's dark eyes, and the light flickered by, making him shiver in fright, knowing that this young man with delicate skin and tender flesh in front of him was not easy to mess with, he immediately became cowardly: "Ming, understand gone."

Ying Qi stared at the other party for a while, then turned and walked upstairs: "Xiao Er, the food will be delivered to my room."

"Hey, I got it." Xiaoer wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, frightened, and muttered as he walked towards the back kitchen, "I really misjudged him, he seems to be such a well-educated gentleman, why doesn't he move his mouth first?"

Ying Qi entered the station's room, hooked the little black cat's chin and teased it.

Not long after, Xiaoer brought over a hot meal: "Master, please take your time, and the hot water will be brought to you later?"

"Ah."

"okay."

Ying Qi put the cat on the bed, walked to the dining table and sat down to eat. Before eating two bites, the little black cat jumped off the bed and trotted to Ying Qi's feet. Call: "Meow--meow--"

Ying Qi looked down at the kitten and smiled: "Are you hungry too?"

"Here you are." Ying Qi picked up a piece of beef with chopsticks and put it on the ground, the little black cat slapped its paw in distaste, jumped to the dining table by itself, and squatted down opposite Ying Qi.

Ying Qi was stunned for a moment, and said amusedly, "Are you... so dirty? You're such a short-tempered little thing."

Yingqi put all the beef on another vegetable plate, and placed the empty plate in front of the little black cat, and put some meat and soft pasta in it: "Eat it! Little thing."

"Meow--" the little black cat put its head down and began to eat, its tail hooked and swished happily behind it.

Ying Qi rested his chin to watch the little black cat eat. This little cat had shiny fur: "It doesn't look like a wild cat, either?"

The next day, Ying Qi continued on her way with the little black cat in her arms.

Wanjia Village is a big village. Although it is not a family with ten thousand surnames like its name, it is indeed a densely populated village.

The villagers of Wanjia are simple and honest, and there is a Wuxiang Temple in the local area that is very famous, and the incense is very prosperous, especially the abbot of the temple, Kayu, is regarded as a living Buddha by the villagers, and some villagers even put a statue of Kayu in their homes to worship.

This was not the case in Wanjia Village in the past. Everything is because there are a group of vicious bandits outside Wanjia Village, who often break into the village to burn, kill and loot. The villagers of Wanjia Village live in fear all day long.

Suddenly one day, when the bandits were looting again, more than a dozen monks appeared and beat the bandits away.

In this way, Wuxiang Temple became the patron saint of the villagers.

Wuxiang Temple was originally an inconspicuous small temple, why did so many martial monks with high martial arts suddenly appear?

Soon, the villagers of Wanjia Village knew that it turned out that Wuxiang Temple had come to an eminent monk who had become the new abbot, and those monks were his disciples.

The eminent monk who attained enlightenment stayed here for the sake of the villagers of Wanjia Village, and everyone regarded the presiding Jiayin as a living Buddha.

When Ying Qi hugged the little black cat and led the horse into Wanjia Village, he saw a few monks evading the "incense" sent by the villagers.

He didn't think much about it, but just carried the cat into a nearby inn.

Xiao Er warmly came up to say hello: "Please, sir!"

Ying Qi caught a glimpse of a Buddha statue behind the counter, and felt strange. Although the Buddha statue had a compassionate face, he couldn't remember which Buddha looked like this?

Xiao Er's job is to observe words and expressions, and seeing Ying Qi's expression is different: "The guest officer is an outsider, the Buddha statue is the master of the Wuxiang Temple, and the Wuxiang Temple is located on a hill outside our village. Temple, if you don’t have urgent matters, you might as well go to worship, it’s a god.”

Before Ying Qi could say anything, he sensed someone approaching behind him, and looked back, it was two monks.

Xiaoer also saw the person coming, and immediately exclaimed happily, clasping his hands together: "Master Jiaying!"

A benevolent monk with a square head and big ears smiled at Xiao Er, and then turned his attention to Ying Qi: "Amitabha -- this benefactor, the poor monk sees that your seal is black, and I am afraid that there will be bloody disasters in the near future. There are people in the poor monk's temple. ..."

"No, more masters." Ying Qi nodded politely, turned around and went up to the second floor of the inn.

As soon as the great monk opened his mouth, Ying Qi's first reaction was to meet a liar.

Master Jiayin shook his head helplessly, stared at Ying Qi's back for a few more times, then turned and left the inn.

Wanjia Village was a place where Ying Qi temporarily settled down to rest, and he forgot about this little episode in the blink of an eye, and left the village the next day to continue on his way.

After leaving Wanjia Village, there is a mountain forest not far away. There is a narrow path in the forest. Although it is not very smooth, it is not a big problem to drive.

Ying Qi took out the snacks from the Wanjia Village inn from the food box, and walked slowly on the horseback while eating, as if on a green trip.

"Meow--" the little black cat suddenly let out a shrill cry, its back arched, its ears kept shaking, and a pair of cat pupils looked around vigilantly.

Ying Qi immediately alerted the surroundings, but found nothing unusual: "Xiao Hei, what's wrong?"

Ying Qi's appeasement not only did not calm down the little black cat, but made it even more nervous.

Although he didn't notice the danger, Ying Qi believed that sometimes animals are more sensitive to danger than humans. He didn't relax his vigilance. He subconsciously rubbed the ring finger on the ring finger that the leader gave him, and a short thorn fell out of his sleeve silently. slip into the palm of your hand.

Even though it was broad daylight, the surrounding sky was getting darker and darker, as if a black curtain was covering the sky to cover the sunlight, and the surrounding air was getting colder and colder, and even the bones of people would tremble.

Although it's winter, martial arts practitioners are strong and strong, even if they walk on the ice field, they won't be so cold.

Just when Ying Qi was having difficulty breathing in this abnormal cold, a little warmth in his heart suddenly dissipated, instantly spreading to his limbs and bones, as if his whole body was soaked in a hot spring, and his whole body felt comfortable .

Freed from the influence of the gloomy cold, Ying Qi's five senses were stretched to the extreme. Suddenly, the short thorn in his hand came out and pierced straight into the darkness in front of him.

"As expected of a god, even a mortal can't be affected by the poor monk's formation." The short thorn piercing into the darkness seemed to be directly swallowed by the darkness, and a person who surprised Ying Qi walked out of the darkness. When it came out, it turned out to be the Master Kaying whom he had regarded as a liar.

The moment he appeared, the little black cat completely exploded its nerves, and jumped directly from Ying Qi's arms to the ground.

Master Jiaying's cold eyes stared at the little black cat like a poisonous snake: "It's all your fault, a poor monk! However, a mere little demon can't turn the tide."

Ying Qi stared at Master Jiaying, the person in front of him made him feel extremely dangerous, even turning a blind eye when the other party said that the little black cat was a demon: "Who are you?"

There was a compassionate smile on Master Jiaying's face, but when he took another look, he could feel the creepy horror from that smile for no reason.

"The poor monk is naturally a living Buddha, in order to save all suffering beings in this world."

Ying Qi chuckled lightly: "Really?"

Before the words were finished, Ying Qi shot out suddenly, and the hidden weapons were thrown out like a rainstorm. Regardless of the technique and the result, after throwing out, he flicked his horsewhip and fled towards the woods.

However, something weird happened.

Black smoke rose from the ground, instantly entangled Maxima and Yingqi's body, everything seemed to be drawn with a pause.

The metal Zen staff pierced Ying Qi's back, piercing his body with his heart.

Ying Qi seemed to have not reacted, a moment of bewilderment appeared on his face, and he fell directly from the horse's back.

The author has something to say: Sorry sorry, the update is late today