() Wang Jing bit one person, but did not stop. He turned around and grabbed a middle-aged woman, biting her face, biting off a large piece of flesh and blood, and threw the woman away. He kept catching, biting, and discarding people.
, five or six villagers were injured in the blink of an eye.
The more Cao Chong looked at him, the more something was wrong. This Wang Jing was biting people like a mad dog, and he didn't have any master's demeanor. It was really embarrassing to the county guards. He hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "Wang Jing, why are you crazy?"
When Wang Jing heard this, he turned his head suddenly, stared at Cao Chong coldly, kicked off his feet and pounced on Cao Chong, opening his big mouth to bite Cao Chong.
Wang Jing's move was beyond Cao Chong's expectation. The two men were about the same level in cultivation. Cao Chong was startled and lost the opportunity. He quickly raised his hand to block. Wang Jing bit Cao Chong on the arm. Cao Chong felt a stinging pain on his arm.
This Wang Jing actually had fangs that pierced into Cao Chong's flesh. Cao Chong was shocked and angry: "Wang Jing, are you crazy!"
Wang Jing's eyes showed a fierce look, like a wild beast, biting Cao Chong's arm and letting out a low roar. A master in the living realm actually behaved in such an ugly manner. Cao Chong was furious and shouted: "You are so embarrassed by the county guard camp."
It's all gone!" He raised his hand and slapped Wang Jing on top of his head. Wang Jing didn't know how to dodge and took the slap. His eyes immediately turned white and he fainted.
Cao Chong withdrew his arm, only to see two small holes on his arm, with blood gurgling out. The pain caused half of his arm to lose consciousness. He couldn't help but kicked Wang Jing hard, and asked the village chief to get a rope specially used to bind prisoners, and tied him up.
Wang Jing was all tied up and said: "Lock this guy up for a few months and only give him a bowl of rice every day to let him reflect on it!"
The village chief was confused: "Master Cao, Wang Jing is also a county guard. When he wakes up and asks to be released, how dare I..." Cao Chong interrupted and said: "Don't worry, village chief, this Wang Jing dares to hurt me. He has violated our county."
According to the ban imposed by the health camp, he should be imprisoned and punished based on the crime. I let him serve his sentence in your Fufeng Village, which is enough to give him face. If I sued him in the camp, he would be punished even more severely! After I reported Shi Sheng's 'exceptional' application
, I will come to Fufeng Village again in a few months, and let him out at that time. If he refuses to accept it, ask someone to send a message to me, and I will report it to my superiors, so that he can't eat and walk away!"
Seeing that Cao Chong was angry, the village chief did not dare to persuade him, so he had to ask people to carry Wang Jing down and imprison him.
Cao Chong checked his wound and found that there was no serious problem. He secretly said "bad luck" a few times, said a few words of encouragement to Shi Sheng and Daniu, then said goodbye to the village chief, got on the carriage and left Fufeng Village.
Shi Sheng and the other four were really shocked when they saw Wang Jing going crazy. Later, when they saw that he was subdued by Cao Chong and heard that he would be imprisoned for several months, the four of them all secretly screamed in joy.
The villagers dispersed one after another, and the four of them, Shi Sheng, went home, took a refreshing bath, applied wound medicine, wrapped bandages, and lay on the bed, sleeping soundly.
In the evening, the three families gathered at Shen Dayou's house, where two tables full of food and wine were set up. Everyone pushed glasses, drank and drank wildly, celebrating until the moon was high in the sky, then they staggered and left.
Although Shi Sheng was young, he drank a lot. All the adults in the three families turned red from drinking, but Shi Sheng was only slightly tipsy.
After the banquet, Shi Sheng picked up a bottle of wine and walked along the village road, enjoying the cool night breeze. Suddenly he became interested and wanted to sleep on the Ziyuan Stone, so he changed his route and went to Ziyuan
Walking through the maple forest.
Shi Sheng drank as he walked, and soon came to the Ziyuan Stone. He picked up the bottle and took the last sip. The spicy liquor rolled down his throat, and a burst of heat penetrated his heart and lungs. Shi Sheng said "enjoyed", wiped his mouth, and threw it away.
Open the wine bottle and look at the sword marks on the purple source stone in the moonlight.
Shi Sheng was already drunk. He looked at the sword marks on the stone, which looked like leaves falling and swaying slightly. Shi Sheng shook his head and looked carefully. The sword marks did not move. Shi Sheng laughed dumbly. It seemed that he had drank too much.
, were all dizzy, and were about to climb onto the Ziyuan Stone to have a good sleep. Suddenly, a light flashed in their minds, and they seemed to think of something, but it was not very clear. It was like a spider thread hanging a huge weight, hanging on the
If you relax your mind for a moment, the aura will disappear.
Shi Sheng paced back and forth under the Ziyuan Stone, lowering his head in thought. When he reached the third circle, his heart lit up and he blurted out: "Sword Intent!" Shi Sheng was surprised and happy: "Yes! It's the Sword Intent.
! This sword mark contains sword intent!" He looked carefully and saw that although the sword marks were scattered horizontally and vertically, they were orderly in the chaos and revealed some inexplicable mysteries.
Shi Sheng hurriedly started to look at the sword mark at the bottom and understood the meaning of the sword with his heart. Strangely speaking, he had never learned martial arts in his memory and did not know any swordsmanship at all. But at this moment when he understood the meaning of the sword, he felt like this
Like water, countless sword principles spurted out, allowing him to easily understand the sword intention remaining in the sword marks.
Shi Sheng picked up a dead branch and used it as a sword wielder. According to the sword intention he understood from the sword marks, he used his sword moves casually.
While using the sword moves, unexpectedly, after just a few moves, his true energy seemed to be exhausted. He was shocked and tried to stop, but his body did not obey the command and could not stop at all. Shi Sheng secretly complained in his heart.
True Qi is the life energy of the human body. If it is overused, the consequences will be disastrous. The meridians may be damaged forever, or the meridians may be damaged on the spot. Seeing that the sword moves are getting faster and faster, Shi Sheng feels that his True Qi is like a flood.
It poured out from the dead branches, and even if he tried to stop it, Shi Sheng felt a chill in his heart: "Am I, Shi Sheng, going to die here for no reason? This is too unfair!"
Shi Sheng's hands and feet were getting colder and colder, his face was pale, he was dizzy, and he was about to lose his strength. Suddenly his arm shook, and the dead branch fell out of his hand. Then he felt a pain in his chest, and his whole body collapsed. He fell to the ground on his back, gasping for air, unable to move.
After a long while, Shi Sheng regained his breath and looked around, only to see a white-robed monk standing beside him. Seeing Shi Sheng wake up, he clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and said with a smile: "Amitabha, is the little donor feeling better?"
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This monk is handsome and elegant, as rich as jade. He is dressed in a snow-white monk's robe, with a wide robe and large sleeves, which is spotless. The collar and mouth of the robe are wrapped in soft down, and his whole body has an elegant demeanor, just like the breeze in the mountains or the bright moon on the river, which is quite extraordinary.
A sense of detachment from the world.
Shi Sheng knew that it was the monk in white who took action to save his life, so he quickly stood up and saluted, saying: "Thank you, Master, for saving me."
"Amitabha." The monk in white said, "The poor monk just passed by this place and saw the donor practicing his sword. He seemed to be possessed by a demon, so he knocked the donor down. I hope the donor is not surprised."
Shi Sheng said with a smile: "What are you talking about? Master saved my life. It is a great kindness and great kindness. I can't repay it. How dare I blame the master?" After a pause, he said again: "Young boy Shi Sheng, don't you know the master's name?"
The monk in white clothes was handsome and elegant, and said with a pleasant face: "The poor monk's Dharma name is Yi Hao. I have seen the stone donor." Shi Sheng said hurriedly, "I don't dare to accept it."
The sword intention contained in the sword marks is vast, profound, and unparalleled in its exquisiteness. However, given the current level of cultivation of the donor, it is not suitable to practice it, otherwise it will be harmful rather than beneficial."
Shi Sheng had suffered personally, so he naturally knew how powerful this sword intention was. He could not imitate it with his own level of cultivation. Hearing this, he hurriedly said: "Thank you, Master, for your advice. I will keep it in mind."
"That's good." Yihe smiled slightly and said, "I have something important to do, so I'll take my leave now. I'll see you later, the donor." After saying that, he saluted with namaste and drifted away.
This monk's clothes were like snow, his sleeves were rolled up in the wind, and his demeanor was handsome and elegant, like a fairy left under the moon. After saving Shi Sheng, he left in a few words. Shi Sheng felt like he was in a dream, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.