Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 48 Huangya Peak's Dog, Monk's Wine

(As usual, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for new book friends to collect, and suddenly realize that I really can make up jingles, two minutes.)

If there is a ghostly aura, it appears and disappears from time to time, as if it exists between reality and illusion.

Su Qi Nian is awe-inspiring, no wonder many quacks have come here these two days, none of them can figure out the reality, such a meager and undetectable evil spirit, if he hadn't practiced spiritual martial arts like "Ecstasy Dafa", and After reaching the second level of kung fu, even with his original first level kung fu, he may not be able to detect it.

Looking up, the sun was setting, the sky and the earth were glowing red, and shadows began to appear in the courtyard of the Hu Mansion.

And as the shadow rose together, there was also a faint evil spirit.

"Huh? A kid, does the boy want to come and get the reward?"

Seven or eight quacks had already come to the yard, a man with a bare chest, messy beard, and bunts laughed loudly when he saw Su Qinian walking in.

In addition to the men, there are four or five middle-aged people, either in strong clothes or wearing bamboo hats, who do not show their true faces, and the only one who is similar to Su Qinian's age is also a young man of weak crown age. The young man was dressed in a black robe, very cold and arrogant, he didn't bother to talk to the people around him, and just stood in the corner by himself.

"Everyone, my little grandson is making a lot of noise at night. I hope you can take care of me and be careful."

This is an old man who looks a bit rich, dressed in a purple black brocade robe with gold trim, but he does not look like a nouveau riche, but has a bit of elegance, revealing the temperament of a scholar.

But at this time, the old man was full of sadness and worry, and there was a young couple beside him, both of whom were also well-dressed, but now they were all depressed, with tears in the corners of their eyes, looking at the corner at the end of the yard from time to time.

"Master Hu, don't worry, if it's really evil, I, Mao Jiu, will definitely find him out!"

"That's right, this is Shiyan Prefecture, and the Wudang Three Crazy Taoists are powerful all over the world. Even if some evil sects want to come, they dare not come to make trouble. Even if it is true, we will definitely share the worries and solve the problems for Master Hu!"

A few middle-aged quacks patted their chests, pouring out their witty words like money, which made Mr. Hu's eyes reveal a trace of disappointment. It can be seen, but at this time Wudang has not yet come, he can only place his hopes on these scattered people, hoping that they can subdue the evil spirits with real kung fu.

"You guys, please come with this old man, and also hope that the child will not be hurt when you make a move."

Mr. Hu took a deep breath, then cupped his hands towards several people, and stepped forward to lead the way.

"Little brother, don't be brave, my son is very fierce after the sun goes down, even his parents don't recognize him, it will be bad if he hurts you."

Although the young couple were heartbroken, they also spoke to stop Su Qinian. Su Qinian looked too young. A boy of about fifteen years old probably hadn't practiced martial arts for a year or so, so he could have some skills. Don't even think about it, this is the blood of a teenager, maybe they all ran out of the house secretly.

"Don't worry, both of you, I will naturally be cautious."

Su Qinian continued to follow the crowd, while the man in the young couple was slightly stunned, watching Su Qinian's shoulder move away from his palm as if nothing had happened. You must know that although he had no chance of Wudang in the past, he has been working day and night for the past ten years. Practicing "Galloping Horse Strength" hard, although due to lack of comprehension, it can still reach the fifth level of skill. Just now, in order to stop the young man, although he only used one hand, he also used four or five parts of his strength. Thinking of being freed in such an understatement, he didn't even feel a little rebound.

Master!

In an instant, the man's spirit was shaken. He never thought that such an unremarkable boy would be a hidden master.

Is it the skill of the sixth or seventh floor of "Galloping Horse Strength"?

The man guessed that he would never be able to use the method just now, even with Su Qinian's cultivation, he could not figure it out, but he can be sure that it is definitely above him.

"Go! Go!"

When he came back to his senses, Su Qinian had already disappeared around the corner, and the man grabbed his wife's hand and chased after him.

……

In Wudang Mountain, Huangya Peak.

One of the six branches of the outer courtyard at the foot of the mountain, in a courtyard full of wintersweet, with a faint fragrance.

"It's beyond my expectation that you two have such backbone."

Under the wintersweet tree, Gu Yuehe held his back with one hand and stroked the white jade dragon tortoise with the other. He was dressed in snow-white and his eyes were cold, as if he had blended into the snow and ice of this winter.

At this time, a few feet away from Gu Yuehe, two young Taoist priests were bleeding from the corners of their mouths, but their spines were straight, and their eyes did not flicker, they just stared at Gu Yuehe.

"I'm curious as to what caused the two of you to undergo such a change, but it won't change anything. Go ahead. Since you're both disciples of the outer court, I'm not going to make things difficult for you."

After Gu Yuehe finished speaking, he waved his hands, and not far away, two young disciples stepped forward and drove them out.

"Senior Brother Gu, these two people are so disrespectful, why let them go like this?"

A young disciple, who seemed to be at the age of a weak crown, he had a strong figure, his muscles were curvy, and his long and narrow eyes opened and closed, with cold light splashing.

"As disciples of the outer court, we naturally have to live in harmony. If there is any respect or disrespect, don't let the uncles hear that I, Gu Yuehe, is bullying the weak and ruining my reputation."

Gu Yuehe spoke slowly, rubbing his fingers on the dragon's nipples, a playful smile appeared on the corner of Shu'er's mouth, and said: "Zhou Qin, you just entered the seventh floor of "Turtle and Snake Art", and you have personally Go to Qingshan Town and bring Na Su Qinian back, remember, please come back intact, don't let others have a chance to chew your tongue."

"Yes, Senior Brother Gu."

A strange look flashed in the eyes of that young disciple Zhou Qin, he understood that the calmer Senior Brother Gu Yuehe's tone was and the more understatement he would be, the greater trouble would be.

……

Qingshan Town, Jiuligang, Hu Mansion.

As soon as he turned the corner, Su Qinian felt a gloomy and cold aura attacking him.

As soon as his eyes became cold, the blood in his body flowed like a furnace burning, his muscles, bones and membranes trembled, and the gloomy aura melted away like spring snow.

And the others, except for the black-robed youth, were all trembling.

"Damn it, the night hasn't arrived yet, why is it so cold?"

"There's no evil spirit, it's the chill coming out of this wing room. Good fellow, I, Mao Jiu, want to see what kind of evil spirit it is!"

With a bang, the man pushed open the door of the wing room, and a gust of cold wind rushed towards his face.

hiss!

At this moment, the originally masculine man stopped his throat. The oil lamps in the wing room had been extinguished long ago. At this time, dusk was coming to an end, and a bright moon was rising half of the crescent moon. Some dark wing rooms were not big, and some tables and stools Bogu racks fell on the ground in a mess, and some dark red plasma plaques could be seen on the green brick floor poured with glutinous rice slurry.

Behind a fallen chair with a missing corner, with his back to the crowd, sat an immature body, with his hands on his knees, his bare arms were pale, with no trace of blood visible.

At this time, the immature figure suddenly turned his head, a little boy who looked like two or three years old, with a pale face and pale green eyes, grinned at this moment, showing a very vicissitudes of life sneer towards everyone.

Creepy!

A coolness rises directly from the soles of the feet, sweeping across the whole body in an instant.

Ding Ding Deng!

The next moment, the man who called himself Mao Jiu turned pale, stepped back five or six steps, and finally sat down on the ground, faltering, his voice trembling.

"Yes, yes, what, what!"

Several other middle-aged quacks also shivered. Although they were not like Mao Jiu, they were not much better.

The eyes of the young man in black robe became serious, his arrogance was retracted, he clenched his fists, and a scorching aura slowly emanated from his body.

……

"Monk's wine! Monk's wine! If you drink monk's wine, you will not be able to sleep well! Monk's wine! If you drink monk's wine, the Buddha of Lingshan will not live long! !"

At this time, at the entrance of Jiuligang Village, several passing villagers were stunned. They saw a little monk who was in a state of confusion, dressed in moon-white monk clothes, blind shoes and bamboo sticks, with a wine gourd hanging on it. village. (As usual, ask for recommendation tickets, ask for new book friends to collect, and suddenly realize that I really can make up jingles, two minutes.)

(End of this chapter)