Daming Taoist Medicine

Chapter 142 Chapter 142
The short man hit Feng Qingyang's back firmly with the knife in his hand, there was no "bang bang" sound of hitting the body, only the sound of tearing the clothes "twice".

A bloody mouth suddenly appeared on Feng Qingyang's back, and the blood kept gushing out.

The short man jumped up and slashed his neck, trying to beat the killer with all his might; the tall man's "crushing kick" came unexpectedly and kicked straight at his dantian; cover.

Besieged on all sides, deadly everywhere.

Everyone only thought that Feng Qingyang at this moment must be unable to fly with his wings, and he was doomed to escape. He didn't feel that he could touch it until he hit his body. It turned out that what he hit was just a phantom, and his efforts were in vain.

The three looked around, only to find that there was no one there.

He raised his head sharply and backed away in shock.

The fierce attack fell from the sky accompanied by the roaring sound of breaking through the air.

Everyone couldn't help but startled, thinking: "This old man is so handsome!"

Feng Qingyang fell to the ground with a bang, the dust scattered and exploded, and there was a sound of kicking and punching.

A gust of wind blew past, lifted the hazy veil, and revealed the appearances of several people, the fat man was panting, there was blood on the corner of his mouth and his hand was wounded, the short man's left hand was drooping and broken, the tall man's left hand was folded behind his back, and his right hand was tremblingly covering his chest, clearly Coughing out a sound, spitting out a mouthful of old blood.

Naturally, Feng Qingyang was having a hard time, and the scars were too horrible to look at.

Feng Qingyang suddenly made a decision, quickly evolved, profound and complicated, then pointed in the direction of Muchen's barracks, and shouted: "Go!"

The masters of Mu Chen's five realms couldn't help looking to the rear, only to see a hundred miles away, thick smoke billowing, and red light covering the sky.

The tall one, the short one, the fat one, and Wu Enqi, who was still Luezhen, were all taken aback. They stood there blankly, all thinking in their minds: "The grain and grass are burned, something bad is going on."

The enemy's distraction is naturally a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Feng Qingyang, if he doesn't seize the opportunity, he should be ashamed to teach his patriarch.Without any explanation, he immediately rushed to the tall man with only one hand left, and approached him extremely quickly, avoiding the advantage of the tall man's long legs, punches, nails, claws, hooks, palms, constantly changing hands, and directly hit the vitals.

By the time the fat man and the short man reacted, the tall man had already died on the spot.

This attack on Sichuan did not achieve an inch of success, but suffered heavy losses.The food and grass in the rear were burned, and four masters had been lost in the front line, and the morale was depressed, which made people worry.

It's not that Mu Chenguo likes duels before battles. If he could choose, who wouldn't want to use cavalry to sweep the world, so why bother?It's just that this line of canyons is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and it is cheap to set up an ambush. If you can use five-level experts to push across, unnecessary danger and casualties will naturally be avoided.

Wu Enqi, who was looting the battle, had no choice but to end. During the great war, the country is big, so where are the rules of the world for heroes and chivalry?
Feng Qingyang was out of breath, he was at the end of his strength, but he still stood firm, not retreating a step.

The three stood shoulder to shoulder, looking at Feng Qingyang with admiration.

The three thought that Feng Qingyang was irreversible, but Feng Qingyang suddenly shouted: "Let you see the unique skills I learned from my apprentice." He said and rushed towards the three of them.

The three of them concentrated their attention and were on guard.

With a wave of Feng Qingyang's hand, the poisonous powder in his hand was thrown out, and spread evenly towards the barbarians by the wind of Zhu Chao, and then he kicked the fat man's crotch, causing his fat to vibrate rhythmically, like a belly dance; A hand quickly inserted into the dwarf's neck, blood spattered, and he died; Wu Enqi was kicked and flew backwards, leaving a red mist in the air.

Wu Enqi couldn't open his eyes, but he could tell that the general situation was over, and he didn't know how poisonous the eye powder in his eyes was, so he didn't dare to delay and turned back.

Feng Qingyang tried his best to kill the fat man, and cleaned up the inner alchemy, turning a blind eye to the blood he spit out mouthful after mouthful.

With his back to Zhu Chao and his face to Mu Chen, Feng Qingyang sat cross-legged at the mouth of the canyon.

Tremblingly touching Neidan, he closed his eyes and said softly, "Fan'er! Master picked up a lot of marbles for you..."

On the top of the cliff, Zhang Qianjun was sleeping in a Taoist robe, and Lei Guangming was sitting on the edge of the cliff, his lips trembling and tears were mottled.

Feng Qingyang transformed into a feather, and Lei Guangming couldn't move.

Mu Chenguo looked at the two figures one up and one down from a distance, not daring to act rashly, and only after a long time did he dare to watch from afar.

Thanks to the guidance of the old fairy Feng and the cheats on the stone wall, Mao Erniang has made a lot of money in the past few days. Seeing Feng Qingyang sitting in the canyon for a long time, Mao Erniang thought: "Since I met the old fairy Feng, I have gained a lot of money. He enlightened him, not to mention that Mao Mao turns danger into good fortune, and he is getting better and better. Now he speaks nicely and has a friendly personality. Mao Mao's father even said that he is beautiful. Due to the gas."

Thinking of this, he turned his head and said to Maomao's father: "On weekdays, the old fairy Feng does not eat human fireworks, and is high on the top of the cliff. As a result, we can only look up and not get close. Today, the old fairy Feng is sitting cross-legged in the canyon. Can Immortal Feng give you a bowl of noodles?"

The boss smiled and said: "I want it." The knights around him also said that they should go to see him, and they should kowtow a few times after learning his skills.

Mao Erniang pulled her sleeves, straightened her clothes, stroked her slick hair with greasy hands, and strode forward.

The boss followed with a bowl of hot noodles.

Erniang Mao stamped her feet, pointed at her husband's forehead, and scolded with a smile: "I just realized now that you are smart in big things, but confused in small things. You bring a bowl of hot noodles to honor the old fairy Feng, pick up a pile of ashes, and blow the wind all the way. Is that still filial piety?"

The boss smiled and said: "Yes, yes, yes! The lady is really smart." As he said, he poured back the soup, and followed his wife with a load of food.

At that time, there were also dozens of masters in the rivers and lakes, calling their friends and friends to pay a visit.

Feng Qingyang's back is naturally dressed in rags, the wound on his back cut by a hand knife is like a small mouth slightly open, tender and terrifying, but even more sacred.Mao Erniang bowed to Feng Qingyang's back, and said with a smile: "Old God Feng! I am Mao Erniang, and I brought you hot noodles." All the Jianghu people also bowed and bowed together, calling master Well, I guess it was discussed on the way, so that Old God Feng would accept their rootless bums.

Feng Qingyang didn't say a word and didn't move a muscle.

Everyone was silent and could only afford to be sorry.

The noodles were fragrant, and Erniang Mao grabbed her husband's bowls and chopsticks, and brought them to Feng Qingyang respectfully.

The bowl and chopsticks fell, and Mao Erniang fell to her knees with a "touch", covering her mouth with tears streaming down her cheeks.

Maomao's father walked up to Feng Qingyang, only to see large and small wounds on Feng Qingyang's front all over his body, he couldn't bear to look directly at him, his head drooped slightly, and his eyes were closed tightly.

Mao Mao's father knelt on the ground with a "bang", shouting: "Master!" while walking in front of Feng Qingyang on his knees.

The snorting fingers trembled slightly, weeping uncontrollably.

"Master has become immortal!"

This cry shook the sky, and the sound spread all over the world.

Everyone shouted "Master" and burst into tears.

Tens of thousands of people on the other side of the canyon knelt down in unison and shouted, master.

In Yumen Pass, when the general dismounted from his horse and the common people left their houses, they all knelt and kowtowed in the direction of the canyon.

From near to far.

In the Muchen barracks, a group of young girls in white clothes led the old man with a white beard out, bowing in the direction of Feng Qingyang.

The entire Muchen barracks also knelt on one knee in the direction of Feng Qingyang, covered their fists with their hands, beat their chest flatly, and paid sincere respect to the sages.

The old man with white beard said solemnly: "The army retreated three miles to show respect; observe a moment of silence to show grief." After speaking, he led the girl in white to enter the tent again.

The old man with white beard is the contemporary Khan, Ebony.

The girl in white is Princess Tana, the third daughter of Ebony.

Tana asked, "Why not attack immediately?"

Wumu didn't answer but asked instead: "Tana! He killed our four masters all by himself, why do you kneel down to pay tribute to him?"

Tana smiled sweetly: "Father Han! Heroes should be respected, it has nothing to do with position. We killed Zhu Chaoren for our own people, and he killed our soldiers for his own people."

Whitebeard lovingly touched Tana's head and said with a smile: "It's your intelligence to understand it alone. It is a kind of wisdom to let everyone understand this truth. If my soldiers and people know our respect for national heroes They will learn and carry forward the lofty goal of national heroes, and a country where everyone strives to be a hero will naturally become a great country. What do you think?"

Tana nodded.

Wu Mu sighed: "It's a pity! People like Feng Qingyang are not from my Muchen, otherwise Taoism would have been respected as the state religion."

Tana said: "Judging from the information sent back, Taoism is an extremely low-key existence. Feng Qingyang has only accepted four disciples in his life. The eldest disciple Yuan Nong likes farming. He is over half a century old and only in the middle of the fourth realm; The second disciple, Kong Ru, likes to teach, and he is only in the middle of the fourth realm when he is over [-] years old; the third disciple, Yang Fan, is a doctor, who has just reached the fourth realm; The thief is only a second-rate peak now. So I don’t think Taoism is in Muchen Kingdom, you will respect Taoism as the state religion.”

Wu Mu smiled and said: "You have the intelligence to learn and know well, but you lack the wisdom to cultivate human nature. Feng Qingyang has only taught Yuan Nong for three years, and Yuan Nong himself is not a person who is keen on martial arts. Do you think that if he is serious and works hard, is it possible for him to reach the Five Realms? Kong Ru is a lazy scholar. It’s not a problem. Both Yang Fan and Zhang Qianjun have only been taught for a month, but one has been promoted from first-class to super-class, and the other has changed from knowing nothing to a second-rate peak. Do you think it’s scary?”

Tana stuck out her tongue, thoughtfully.

Wu Mu: "Don't talk about force, just look at Feng Qingyang's wisdom, and I am convinced. Whoever has such a heart will engrave the secret book and make it public, and heal Zhu Chao's dead master of the world, and attract people from the world to flock to him As a result, he forced a country to stop here with his own strength, without any emperor canonization, he is already the religion of a country."

Tana pouted and said: "It is because of him that my cavalry cavalry dare not charge unscrupulously."

Wu Mu sighed and said: "I was only worried that he would ambush in front, so I sent people to raid the formation carefully again and again, but I didn't expect that people would set up empty plans in front of them, but the elite ran to our backyard to set fire, and countless food and grass were heavy. The ashes are gone. Alas... I hate and respect at the same time, I want to get rid of it quickly, but I want to bow down to be taught."

(End of this chapter)