Wu Sheng's body was like steel and iron bones. No matter how hard he hit him, it seemed that he could not be hurt. Mrs. Sang gradually showed fear. Seeing that Wu Sheng repeatedly wanted to hug her and even threatened her with words, she couldn't help but angrily said: "Sure enough, it's true.
Hungry ghost in lust!"
In addition to being angry, Mrs. Sang couldn't help but feel a little flustered, and her moves were messed up. While she was distracted, Wu Sheng finally trapped Mrs. Sang in his arms, strangled her neck with one hand, and pulled her outward to prevent her from hitting her head.
With one hand, he pressed his buttocks and squeezed into her body to prevent her from kicking her crotch. At the same time, he pushed hard into her chest!
I'll squeeze you to pieces!
Mrs. Sang was hugged to the chest by Wu Sheng, and her face was red from holding it in. When she saw that she was about to hold her breath, she flew up with a kick, her calf seemed to be broken, and kicked up at an incredible angle, with her toes pointed.
He was kicking Wu Shengju.
This kick was so unexpected that Wu Sheng suddenly froze in pain, and his body involuntarily fell forward, pressing Mrs. Sang under him. His arms still did not dare to relax for a moment.
Mrs. Sang was pinned down by Wu Sheng, and her legs and feet kicked and hit Wu Sheng at various incredible angles and directions. However, Wu Sheng's strong body caused almost no harm to the two of them except for some pain.
Just rolling around like this, he rolled to the edge of the deep pool before he knew it.
Mrs. Sang felt the huge danger, her voice was hoarse, and she shouted: "No... hit, stop... let go..."
Seeing that Wu Sheng was so close, his eyes were cold and he had no intention of stopping. He couldn't help crying and begging for mercy: "Don't... let me go... I was wrong... please..."
When Granny Sang suddenly attacked him, Wu Sheng knew that something serious was going to happen. He ignored it and rolled Granny Sang into the pool with all his strength. Granny Sang suddenly became frightened and struggled desperately to surface.
Wu Sheng allowed her to kick and scratch without moving his arms, tightly holding her in his arms and counting silently in his heart.
"One...ten...twenty...thirty..."
"One hundred...one hundred and fifty...two hundred..."
"Three hundred...five hundred...six hundred..."
When she counted to six hundred, Mrs. Sang suddenly twitched her body. She poured large mouthfuls of water into her mouth and nose. Her neck shook back and forth several times, and then she stopped moving.
Wu Sheng suffered another fifty counts before he gave up and came out of the pool wet.
He rushed to Master Dongsun, patted and rubbed him for a while, and then untied his vital points.
Master Dongsun looked at the deep pool and asked: "The thief...is she dead?"
Wu Sheng said: "Too dead! What happened? Does Mai want to kill me?"
Master Dongsun's face suddenly collapsed: "Run away, layman! Zuo Shenyin will hand you over to the academy to walk!"
"The Academy is here again?"
"Today is the grand opening ceremony of Shenyin Sect. Master Feng is the leader and has invited Xing Xing from Jixia Academy to watch the ceremony. It is here at Shenyin Peak. I heard that you will be handed over to Xing Xing."
I see!
Zuo Shenyin and Mai Taoist are so anxious, can't they wait for another two months? There are still many preparations that have not been made, how should they escape?
But these issues are no longer something Wu Sheng can consider, and he has no time to think about them.
"Let's go quickly, layman!" Master Dongsun urged.
"What about you?" Wu Sheng asked.
"They don't know I've been here. The thief is dead, and there's no proof."
"Why save me?"
"Lao Chan has been hanging out in Langshan for twenty years. No one thinks highly of Lao Chan. After getting to know the layman, the layman is willing to buy things from Lao Chan and talk about serious things with Lao Chan. Only in this year does Lao Chan live like a human being and feel that he has something.
With... A world-famous hero like the layman is a role model for me, Langshan Comrade. Zuo Shenyin actually wanted to hand over the layman. He really went crazy! Although this old man is useless, he can't stand it anymore...
Say no more, lay people, please leave quickly! It’s time for me to leave too, I’ll be suspected if I come back late…”
With that said, Master Dongsun smiled at Wu Sheng, turned around and ran away.
Wu Sheng looked at his leaving figure, his eyes suddenly turned red.
The situation was critical at this moment. Wu Sheng didn't have time to think about the smoke and willow whisks. He took out the Feihong Sword and without hesitation struck his arm ruthlessly, gouging it deeply. He was immediately in unbearable pain and his face turned pale.
Big beads of sweat rolled down.
It was a matter of life and death, and he had experienced several tortures by Taoist Mai. Wu Sheng's endurance was quite strong, and the trembling tip of his sword dug out the whisk silk.
The moment he dug it out, he immediately felt the whisk thread vibrating crazily, like a frightening snake alive - a warning signal to Mai!
Wu Sheng threw the fly whisk into the deep pool. Since the warning signal had been sent out, he simply tried to confuse Ma Yi.
With the blood on his arm, he put the fifteen Butian Pills in the box on the ground into his finger. Before leaving, he rushed into the wooden house where Mrs. Sang lived secretly and burned the pile of bamboo slips recording his alchemy methods. In the light of the fire,
Run away.
While running, Wu Sheng tore his sleeves to bandage the wound. He didn't expect that things would evolve to this point. His plan has not been prepared yet. Many steps still need to be verified, but the plan does not change quickly. Now he can only go
Take it one step at a time.
On the other side of Songzhu Yayuan was a steep slope, from which Wu Sheng flew down. Although the mountain was steep, he had seen the terrain many times this month and calculated the supporting points for his footing. He almost fell with his feet.
He rushed down the foot of the mountain and ran towards the northwest, heading straight towards Hongshui.
That was the first crossing point he envisioned, and it was the closest to Songzhu Yayuan, but he hadn't fully figured out how to make the time difference, but now he didn't have to think about it, he could just run away.
On the way to escape, Wu Sheng found that in his wound, the part where the whisk silk had been gouged out was gently trembling, and the trembling was very regular.
Wu Sheng had no choice but to stop on the spot and re-examine the wound. He tore off the bandaging strips, separated the wound again with two fingers, and endured the severe pain to search for the remnants of whisk silk inside.
After looking at it for a moment, he realized what the problem was. It was the beating of flesh and blood stained by the whisk thread.
It's impossible to cut off the entire arm, right?
Wu Sheng hesitated for a moment and gave up this terrible idea. He sat down on the spot and began to meditate. Sure enough, there were traces of spiritual power remaining in it.
A maximum of five hundred times - no, it is less than five hundred. Taoist Mai will be able to react quickly. Is this time enough? Wu Sheng did not think about it, put aside all distracting thoughts, and tried his best to transform these remaining spiritual powers.
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Shenyin Peak is no longer as deserted as it used to be. It is very lively with people coming and going.
The master of Wantao Valley, the Ying brothers, the six friends of Matoupo, the seven brothers of Qingfengya and other backbones of the Langshan monks were all listening to orders in front of the cave. Shopkeeper Zou of Dongshan Xiaolou was commanding a group of servants to set up the dojo.
High poles were erected and lanterns were hung. In addition, a group of maids were tuning various pianos, flutes, flutes and drums, and the lively sound of strings could be heard from time to time.
Master Wan Tao Valley looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help but sigh. The Ying brothers next to him looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.
Taoist priest Mai came out of the cave and asked the six friends of Matoupo: "Have the Taoist friends from Song Dynasty come?"
The boss of Matoupo replied: "The people from the Longquan Sect have been waiting at the foot of the mountain. Hundreds of people have arrived. They have finished eating. The new Hall Master Song will bring them up immediately."
Taoist priest Mai nodded: "These fellow Taoists are going to Langshan for the first time, so we must treat them well... By the way, from today on, there will be no Longquan Sect in the world, only Shenyin Sect, let alone the bad ones."
The boss of Matoupo quickly bowed and responded: "I understand, Dharma Protector!"
While he was talking, two monks went up the mountain, but they were from the former Longquan Sect. When they saw the winter bamboo shoots they were holding in their hands, Taoist priest Ma Yi asked doubtfully: "Deacon Jiang, Deacon Lu, what do you mean?"
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