"careful!"

Zhang Xuanqing and Liu Shenwei spoke blankly. Suddenly, he shouted loudly, but the old fox turned around and fought back, clenched his fists, and smashed Liu Shenwei's back.

The first person to discover was Li Chunfeng, but because the distance was too far, he had only time to make a reminder, but he didn't have time to rescue him.

Liu Shenwei did not have any sense of fighting. When he heard the reminder, he not only did not hide, but instead stood there and looked back stupidly.

This is also a normal reaction for an ordinary person, but this normal reaction often leads to death.

Fortunately, Zhang Xuanqing was quick-eyed and quick-handed, dragging Liu Shenwei behind him. At the same time, he held a needle in his right hand and stabbed the old fox in the face.

Under the sunlight, the silver needle was like a cold light. Before it could reach the face, the old fox felt a pain in his cheeks.

Is your ghost hole on your face?

The old fox didn't dare to take it, for fear that Zhang Xuanqingzhen would stab herself with one needle, so she quickly retracted her fist and jumped back, and tilted her head to avoid it. However, after all, she was a step slower and was cut by the silver needle, leaving a thin blood mark on her left face.

Zhang Xuanqing smiled when he saw this and said, "Actually, you don't have to retreat so quickly. Even if your ghost hole is on your face, I can't get it right in a hurry."

This sentence was simply a slap in the fire, making the old fox's hair so angry that he exploded, and he became angry: "Stinky Taoist priest, die for me!" The tender voice became more and more sharp, making the person's eardrum hurt.

Zhang Xuanqing smiled, and the Bagua steps under his feet were running in succession, stepping like walking in a sedan chair, rotating left and right, continuous. The right hand holding the needle was huddled in front of his chest, and the left hand pushed, held, chopped, and covered, and hit the old fox with one palm.

The old fox is not very flexible, and because Zhang Xuanqing is too fucked, whenever he finds an opportunity to counterattack, Zhang Xuanqing's right hand, huddles in front of his chest, attacks quickly, using silver needles to cover his acupoints, forcing him to stop, making him unable to deal with it.

It's okay once or twice. Over time, the old fox became more and more angry. He simply let Zhang Xuanqing stab the silver needles and only focused on attacking.

Sure enough, Zhang Xuanqing's face suddenly changed. Even if the silver needle was about to pierce the body, it would quickly withdraw it and dared not really pierce it.

The old fox laughed: "Stir, what tricks do you have!" He grabbed the east and kicked the west, which forced Zhang Xuanqing to a disadvantage.

The two fought for a while and fought each other in close combat. No matter how careful Zhang Xuanqing was, he would inevitably be caught by the old fox. After a while, his Taoist robe was torn to pieces. Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough and hid faster, and was not directly hit by his body.

In contrast, Zhang Xuanqing's slap in the old fox seemed a little weak, as if he was tickling. Not only did he not hurt the old fox, he didn't even leave a slap mark.

The old fox was very proud of this. What a Taoist priest or the Thirteen Needle of the Hell Sect is a completely deceiving person, and Zhang Xuanqing's face turned out to be increasingly ugly.

According to his observation, the most likely acupuncture point in the soul of the old fox is the ghost sealing acupoint. The ghost sealing acupoint is a strange point outside the meridian, located at the same Haiquan point, at the midpoint of the underlingual lace!

Your sister, the acupoint is under the tongue, how can he prick this?

Zhang Xuanqing was so stupid that after two more moves, he simply gave up: "Old fox, have the ability to open his mouth to Master Dao!"

"Ahhhhhhhh--" Unexpectedly, the old fox was really obedient, with his mouth wide open and a sarcastic expression on his face, as if he was saying: I have the ability, how can you beat me?

Of course, Zhang Xuanqing would not miss this opportunity. He narrowed his eyes, as fast as lightning, and the silver needle in his hand pierced the ghost sealing hole under the tongue. But the old fox was not stupid, and instantly closed his mouth, jumped back, avoiding Zhang Xuanqing's silver needle. Its eyes turned and suddenly laughed: "I understand, I understand, my ghost hole is in the mouth! Haha... As long as I don't open my mouth, you will never stab... Never stab... Haha... Haha... Uh... Uh... Cough cough cough..." Suddenly my throat was blocked and I was choked.

"Tsk tsk, look at you, you are so happy, are you sad?" Zhang Xuanqing clapped his hands. Just as the old fox was laughing, he bent down and grabbed a piece of dirt and threw it into the old fox's mouth. Well... it was quite a small piece, just blocking his throat.

The old fox stared at him fiercely, wishing to tear him to pieces. Unfortunately, his throat was itchy and his mouth was full of fishy smell. He couldn't speak, so he had to bend down and retching.

"Vomit...Vomit..."

Good opportunity!

Zhang Xuanqing's eyes lit up and quietly stepped forward. While the old fox was retching, he quickly attacked with his right hand.

I saw a silver needle passing by, and a cold light suddenly appeared. The old fox didn't have time to react, and he felt his tongue numb and his eyes suddenly turned black.

Boom-

It was like a thunderbolt, exploding deep in my mind.

Zhang Xuanqing only felt a torrent coming from the silver needle, which went straight into his mind. He was dizzy and dizzy, and illusions appeared in front of him.

It was a little fox, from birth to growth, from cold to heat, after more than twenty years of spring and autumn, and then slowly walked to death.

The last scene was when it found several young masters taking their servants into the mountains to hunt. They were afraid of being caught, so they were panicked when they ran away and stepped on the hunting clip set by the hunter. Then... Mr. Zheng appeared.

Young Master Zheng, who was only ten years old, took a soft bow and shot one arrow at the little fox. Regardless of the little fox's plea, he was excited and happy, with such a happy expression that he had torture and kill the little fox to death.

Innocence? Childish interest? Ignorance?

When all this is based on the pain of others, you will find that he is so annoying.

The last thought before death of the little fox who was tortured was hatred, resentment, and revenge. Therefore, the picture changed and turned into today's scene.

It was not until the moment when Zhang Xuanqing stabbed the ghost hole under the tongue with a silver needle that the picture shattered after a brief pause.

"Uncle Master, wake up, are you okay?" Liu Shenwei's voice came from his ears.

Zhang Xuanqing shook his head: "It's okay..." Suddenly, he realized that time had not passed long.

The sun was still shining in the sky, and Young Master Zheng had collapsed to the ground. Fatty Zheng and Mrs. Zheng were surrounding him. Sun Simiao was checking his body, and Yuan Tiangang also stood aside with his hands behind his back.

Wait... it's not right!

"When did you come?" Zhang Xuanqing couldn't help asking.

"Master and Uncle Yuan just arrived, just as you stabbed Master Zheng's ghost hole with a silver needle." Liu Shenwei rushed to say.

"Shenwei is right, we just arrived." Yuan Tiangang was observing Sun Simiao to check Master Zheng's body. He turned around and smiled after hearing this, "Brother Simiao and I were not ready to come, but you don't go back. We came over to take a look. We happened to see Brother Dao stabbed the evil beast in Master Zheng's body with an injection... By the way, what was Brother Dao just thinking? So intoxicated, Shenwei has called you for a long time."

"It's nothing..." Zhang Xuanqing's mouth twitched. He didn't come early or late. He just bit the bullet and got the needle after he got it. What's the point?

While speaking, Sun Simiao had already checked Master Zheng's health and stood up and said to Fatty Zheng, "Master Zheng, please feel at ease. The young master is no longer in trouble and will wake up tonight."

Fatty Zheng was grateful for his gratitude and asked his servant to help his son into the room to rest. He hurriedly said, "Thank you for your hard work, please rest in the house. Let the servant prepare the meal."

"No need, I have eaten." Sun Simiao waved his hand and refused, came to Zhang Xuanqing and asked, "How about Brother Dao? What's wrong with your body?"

Zhang Xuanqing felt it and shook her head: "It's okay, it's pretty good, I just feel that I'm a little bit in my energy. Just go back and take a break."

"That's good. The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate are to hedge against the evil spirits. After using them, the spirit will inevitably be damaged. Let's turn around and prescribe a prescription to calm the spirit by yourself." Sun Simiao's answer to Zhang Xuanqing was not surprising, and he was obviously very experienced in this regard.

Zhang Xuanqing thought about it and found that that was really the case. When he was acupuncture on Young Master Zheng, the torrent that he felt that rushing into his mind along the silver needle should be the mental power of the old fox, or the evil spirit mentioned by Li Chunfeng.

However, he was even more curious about the subsequent illusions. After asking Sun Simiao, Sun Simiao couldn't tell the reason. He only said that he would encounter such situations sometimes, but the illusions he saw were only a moment of events, not as careful as Zhang Xuanqing saw them. I don't know if there was a reason here.

While the two were talking, Fatty Zheng did not dare to interrupt. After the two of them finished speaking, they invited a few people into the house with a compliment.

At this time, Mr. Zheng had been helped to the bedroom. Mrs. Zheng followed her, leaving only Fatty Zheng waiting outside.

Zhang Xuanqing felt angry when he thought of Mrs. Zheng and Young Master Zheng's behavior. At the time of Fatty Zheng's retention, he said sarcastically: "Master Zheng should go and accompany your wife's son. I am tired, so I won't bother you."

Fatty Zheng smiled bitterly and apologized repeatedly. Unfortunately, Zhang Xuanqing was indeed a little tired. As Sun Simiao said, his mental damage was damaged and he was a little tired. He ignored Fatty Zheng and walked out directly.

After leaving Zheng's mansion, Fat Zheng kept sending him to the door. Seeing that Zhang Xuanqing had indeed decided to leave, he bowed deeply with shame and said, "Today's affairs are all wrong. In two days, Zheng will definitely come to the door to apologize and give the Taoist priest an explanation."

Zhang Xuanqing waved his hand and said no.

Back at Jishitang, along the way, Liu Shenwei completely told about what happened today, especially for Mrs. Zheng's performance.

It aroused Yuan Tiangang's common hatred of the enemy and cursed angrily: "What a shrew!" In contrast, Sun Simiao was a little more tolerant.

In Sun Simiao's opinion, Mrs. Zheng is just anxious and worried, and she is confused. She does not really intentionally slander Zhang Xuanqing. In short, the world is beautiful and human nature is kind. I advise Zhang Xuanqing to forgive Mrs. Zheng and not to be angry with her.

Zhang Xuanqing didn't want to talk about it much on this topic. Although he was not a villain who would retaliate against the slightest, he was not a good person.

Today, he was too lazy to talk to Mrs. Zheng for the sake of Fatty Zheng’s face, otherwise... Hehe, he insisted on letting Mrs. Zheng know why the flowers are so popular!

He then led the topic to the evil spirit, and several people exchanged views. Zhang Xuanqing was unable to withstand the invasion of sleepiness and went back to his room to sleep.
Chapter completed!