Chapter 319 Those who admire immortals are despicable
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and its light shines on the deserted streets of Wei'an Town.
The cool breeze blew by, carrying a few pieces of paper money.
Through meditation, Ren Qing was able to compress his rest and sleep to less than two hours, and the nights were used to practice physical martial arts and Youyuan.
He was lying in the courtyard, staring at the moon.
The practice of Night Swordsmanship is quite simple. Just look at the moon, and the sleepless disease in your body will gradually grow silently.
Although for Ren Qing, the speed of physical martial arts training is too slow and he should focus on the Netherworld Celestial Insect Technique, the Night Wandering Disease can cure his blind eyes.
The observation power of Meng Zhong's double pupils is indeed far superior to that of the naked eye, but the visual range is limited.
While Ren Qing was immersed in practice, he suddenly felt a strange monster flashing around the Qingfeng Pavilion at a speed far beyond normal.
The monster was covered with deformed organs and had countless hands and feet, reminding Ren Qing of a hysterical monk who had completely fallen into madness.
It also exudes an aura similar to that of the Shouxian statue, but it is weaker.
It was likely the source of a large number of casualties in the town.
Ren Qing opened his eyes, and the ghosts on the soles of his feet squirmed like living creatures.
The ghostly shadow covered his whole body, as if covered with a layer of black gauze, and his figure had merged into the darkness unconsciously.
Ren Qing's bones collided, and the aura from his body martial arts was restrained to the extreme.
He tapped the ground lightly, jumped up and landed on the eaves, and chased in the direction of the monster.
At this time, Ren Qing noticed that many physical martial arts monks were surrounding the monster from a distance, including Xu Sanliang, but their purpose was not to kill the monster.
It seems that he is consciously forcing the monster to go somewhere in the town.
Because of his weight, he could only try his best not to lose track of the opponent.
The monster made a noise in a panic, causing candle lights to light up in some houses, causing residents to whisper.
The fear on its face subsided, and greed for flesh and blood appeared in its eyes.
The monster headed towards the house without hesitation, letting out a hoarse roar and then slammed into the courtyard wall.
Cracks spread on the surface of the courtyard wall, causing dogs to bark inside.
At this moment, a figure fell down and stood in front of the monster.
The figure is a woman who looks to be in her 28s, her skin is pale, and her exposed arms are morbidly swollen.
The woman waved her right hand, and little bits of water vapor condensed in her palm.
The monster immediately changed its direction, used more than a dozen arms and legs to rush towards the woman, and bit her head with a bloody mouth.
The woman took her time and used the Bibo Palm Technique very skillfully. She easily entangled the monster and made it unable to move.
Three or four more martial arts monks came to the narrow alley.
One of the strong men subdued the monster with fists that were twice as strong as a normal person, and then asked with concern: "Junior Sister Nanfeng, are you okay?"
Nanfeng raised his arm, his skin became translucent, and his flesh and blood began to liquefy.
She said with an ugly face: "The sick beast almost made me lose control of my physical strength!"
As soon as Nanfeng finished speaking, he suddenly turned his head and stared at a certain place with his eyes maliciously. There was a window of a house that was opening a crack.
The man looked into the alley in horror and quickly closed the window.
The strong man showed a ferocious smile, pulled off a piece of flesh and blood from the sick beast, and then let go of the restraints on the sick beast.
The sick beast struggled in pain, then climbed up the eaves and ran away.
Two of the physical martial arts monks followed behind, but they didn't seem to be in any hurry, and they even felt like they were taking a leisurely stroll.
As soon as Ren Qing reached the entrance of the alley, he flicked the ghost shadow towards one of the physical martial arts monks with his index finger.
He focused on the people in the alley, wanting to see what the forces in Wei'an Town had planned and why they were deliberately creating chaos.
The strong man walked into the house carrying the meat of the sick animal, and then the cry of children and the desperate cry of the man were heard inside.
Xu Sanliang stayed by Nanfeng's side, his face turning extremely livid.
Nanfeng smiled and licked his arms with his long and narrow tongue, but at the same time, the pain became unbearable due to the disease getting out of control.
Xu Sanliang clenched his fists, the sword wind brewing in the pores of his skin.
"Nanfeng, it's not necessary, is it?"
Nanfeng's expression returned to normal, and he said in a cold tone: "I didn't ask senior brother to kill them. In fact, there is no need..."
Whoosh.
Xu Sanliang couldn't hold it any longer and used his arm as a sword to slash at Nanfeng's neck.
Nanfeng's eyes widened, unable to react at such a close distance. This shows how fast Qingfengkan's physical martial arts is mainly about agility.
However, when Xu Sanliang's arm approached the south wind, it stopped again.
The strong man was carrying two corpses on his shoulders and holding a dying little boy in his palm, clearly threatening Xu Sanliang.
"I let them eat the flesh and blood of the sick beast before they die, so it's not a waste."
The corpse no longer looked human-like in appearance, and had many strange deformations.
"Qi Yun!!!"
Xu Sanliang spat out two words between his teeth, and slashed at Nanfeng's head with his trembling arms.
But he finally chose to give up. Qi Yun threw the child to Xu Sanliang, then smiled and shook his head and said: "It's just routine business."
"Why do you want to increase the number of casualties? Is this what Blackstone Hall is doing?"
Nanfeng wiped off the dirt on his clothes and said in a subtle tone: "Sanliang, how many people were anti-immortals ten years ago, and how many are there now?"
"At most, Immortal Ban Yue is coming, and even the clan elders are riding behind the saddle..."
Xu Sanliang opened his mouth weakly.
Nanfeng narrowed his eyes and comforted him: "Where the sick beast passes, even if senior brother doesn't take action, many people will die of illness tomorrow."
"Junior sister Nanfeng, please suppress the disease as soon as possible. I will take the first step."
"Okay, senior brother."
Qi Yun ignored Xu Sanliang at all and made a crisp sound when he stepped forward.
When he passed by Xu Sanliang, Qi Yun said to himself: "You don't really think that the sick beast is a legacy of Weiming Town, do you?"
Xu Sanliang let out a long breath, as if most of his energy and spirit had been discharged.
He smiled mockingly to himself, his dislike for the senior brother and sister disappeared, they were just a bunch of poor people who were driven crazy.
Everything is preparing for the arrival of the immortal.
It's like a grand celebration.
Xu Sanliang did not rush to find the sick beast, but turned around and headed to Qingfeng Pavilion, intending to put the children in place first, and someone would solve the problem of the sick beast.
Nanfeng, on the other hand, stayed where he was and couldn't wait to close his eyes and practice physical martial arts.
Ren Qing glanced at Xu Sanliang's back.
Whether it is Qi Yun or Nan Feng, the display of information flow has already caused "hysteria", and is not far from complete madness.
As for the sick beast, it is indeed a hysterical monk.
It is similar to the monster that Ren Qing transformed into when he killed the Peach Blossom Fairy, except that the disease in the sick beast's body did not get out of control to the extent that he did.
What he didn't expect was that the diseased beast would actually aggravate the growth of the disease, and Nanfeng's edema disease almost escaped the suppression of physical force.
"damn it……"
Nan Feng gritted his teeth and opened his eyes. Not only was there no relief on his arms, but his skin was oozing with gelatinous pus.
She couldn't help but feel extremely upset.
By chance, a child's cry could be heard faintly in the distance, and Nanfeng was immediately ready to hear the sound and go away.
Just when she came to the corner of the alley, she suddenly noticed a tall figure in the distance, and felt an inexplicable feeling of palpitations.
Nan Fengmei smiled and said: "I don't know which martial arts school this person is coming from. Could it be that I'm here to see my junior sister and I'm alone..."
Before he finished speaking, Ren Qing came to Nanfeng in an instant, and his sturdy body of more than two meters brought an unparalleled sense of oppression.
Nanfeng's eyes were full of disbelief.
She couldn't help but think slightly, as if Qingfeng Pavilion had recruited a disciple with an unusual reputation a few days ago, and this matter caused a lot of fuss.
Even Xu Shiwang, the master chef of Black Stone Hall, was a little aggrieved.
"You are...the king..."
Nan Feng forcibly used the Blue Wave Palm Technique, and the stench from the pus filled the air.
When Ren Qing moved faster than her, she raised her right arm sharply, her muscles swelled several times in an instant, and the air began to pour in.
Nanfeng's pupils dilated.
Regardless of their views on immortals, the physical martial arts monks in Wei'an Town are extremely restrained in fighting with each other, mainly due to fear in their hearts.
She still can't believe that someone would take such a big risk to do something.
And how could a person who had just started to practice physical martial arts make himself unable to resist, relying only on his pure body...
boom!!
The fist collided with his head, and the hard skull could not hold out for a few breaths.
Mixed red and white things splashed out.
Nanfeng's headless corpse fell, and his physical strength suddenly lost its grip on the disease, and his flesh and blood gradually began to undergo some changes.
Before the disease was completely revived, countless pairs of baby hands appeared from the ground and forcibly peeled off the disease like water droplets.
The little hands pulled the diseased species into the ground, and calm returned to the alley.
It seems that the Forbidden City of Immortality, as the carrier of all things, will not let it go easily even when faced with unformed strange objects like disease species.
Ren Qing dodged and disappeared.
When he came to the location where the sick beast was, it turned out to be the Yamen in Wei'an Town. The lights were brightly lit inside and people were moving around.
In the open space in the center of the Yamen stood hundreds of prisoners with dull expressions.
Not far away is a tied up sick beast.
The policeman, wearing thick armor and the mask of a soldier from the surviving town, used a long knife to cut off the flesh and blood of the sick beast and threw it at the prisoners.
The prisoners plundered it like wild beasts, and then screamed in agony after devouring it.
Their diseases gradually got out of control and turned into deformed monsters crawling on the ground. They were finally captured and taken to prison and imprisoned.
The skinny old man glanced at the prisoner. The physical martial arts monk looked extremely respectful in front of him, which showed that he must be a certain clan elder.
Ren Qing suddenly realized something.
The food that Peach Blossom Fairy was in the medical clinic at that time was the hysterical monk, which shows that Wei'an Town really regarded herself as the fairy's dogleg.
These prisoners alone are definitely not enough, and they also have to take advantage of the people in the town who are suffering from out-of-control diseases. No wonder the sick beasts are deliberately released.
Ren Qing frowned, and then the ghost shadow on the sole of his foot split into parts.
The ghostly shadow moves along the dark corner and attaches itself to the prisoners in the cell.
He did not choose to stay long, and immediately returned to Qingfeng Pavilion, where he met Xu Sanliang who was bandaging the child's wound outside the wing.
Xu Sanliang asked doubtfully: "Shanlu, why are you not asleep yet?"
"Uh... forget that you can't speak. Go to sleep."
He thought Ren Qing was getting up at night to relieve himself, so even though he smelled a strange rancid smell, he didn't think much about it.
Sorry, gentlemen, I've been too busy at work these days.
Thanks to Heath Ice Tea, Book Friends 20220324230212746, Book Friends 20180525090405690, Book Friends 20170305154230636, and Xiaolou Tingyu for the reward last night.
