Taoist students

Chapter 1750

In the early morning of the second day, when the first ray of morning light came in through the screen window, Dongfang Mo slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he could still feel the two soft and boneless delicate bodies held in his arms on the left and right.

Dongfang Mo let go of the second daughter beside him, and then stood up from the bed.

At this time, Qing Mulan and Mu Han also woke up tired. When they saw that the morning had come, the two girls understood that today they would follow Zhaofeng, step into the imperial court and go to Kongling Mountain, and in that place, There are many monks like them.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo, who got up, spread his hands flat.

Seeing that the two women understood something, Gu had no choice but to stand up and pick up Dongfang Mo's underwear and robes, and put them on neatly for him.

Finally, the second daughter pulled up his long hair and inserted a mahogany hairpin.

Dongfang Mo smiled slightly. Over the past few days, he had already smoothed out the edges and corners of the second daughter, making the second daughter obedient.

But he knew that this was just an appearance, after all, one of the two women was a monk of Guiyi Realm, and the other was a cabinet elder of Qingling Taoist Sect.After living for thousands of years, it is easy to bear the burden of humiliation.

Dongfang Mo can be sure that as long as the two girls are given a chance, they will find ways to escape from his grasp.

It's just that in his opinion, it's impossible for the second daughter to escape from his grasp.

And even if there is such a day, the two daughters are all in his pocket before that, and he can enjoy them as he pleases.

At this moment, Dongfang Mo's heart still had a slightly distorted heart. Letting the second daughter be his restraint seemed to relieve his anger a little more than killing the second daughter.

After the second daughter was fully dressed, Dongfang Mo opened the door and led them out.

He had just walked out of the attic where he was, only to see that the butler of the Zhao family and several servants were already waiting here.

As soon as Fang saw the three of Dongfang Mo appearing, the housekeeper saluted very respectfully, "Three celestial beings, my master ordered them to go to the dining room to eat first after waking up."

"Let's go!"

Dongfang Mo said lightly.

Then the housekeeper took the three of them to the dining room.

When they arrived at the destination, they saw that Zhaofeng and Zhaonanyuan were already waiting here.Seeing Dongfang Mo, the leader Zhaofeng walked up to him with a smile on his face.

After the two were polite, Dongfang Mo and the three were brought to a table with the Eight Immortals and sat down.

But the only ones seated were Dongfang Mo, Zhaofeng and his son.

The table is full of all kinds of exquisite dishes, which makes people move their index fingers just by looking at them.

Dongfang Mo was not polite, picked up the bowls and chopsticks, and began to eat to his heart's content.

This meal can be said to be the most sumptuous meal he ate when he came to the first floor of the eighteen hells.

When he picked up the glass of fine wine in front of him and drank it all in one gulp, he heard Dongfang Mo say: "By the way, I don't know if there will be a result about Yang Qingrong who troubled Zhao Dutong to inquire about it yesterday."

Hearing his words, Zhaofeng and Zhaonanyuan father and son looked at each other, and they both saw a slight hesitation in each other's eyes.

Although he didn't have any spiritual perception, Dongfang Mo had practiced for thousands of years, so he took a close look at the subtle expressions of the two of them.

He turned a blind eye to this, and after putting down the wine glass, let the servants beside him refill it for him, while he picked up the chopsticks and continued to taste the exquisite dishes.

At this time, I heard Zhaofeng say: "The person has been found, and through questioning, I found out that Yang Qingrong is indeed the person Shangxian is looking for, but..."

At this point, Zhaofeng paused.

"Zhao Dutong just speak up if you have something to say, there is no need to hide it." Dongfang Mo said without raising his head.

Hearing this, Zhaofeng said, "But...he is dying."

The action of Dongfang Mo's pickling food paused, but then he continued to pick up a piece of tender meat, and at the same time he only heard him ask: "I'm dying? What's going on?"

"Nan Yuan, tell me." Zhaofeng said.

Hearing this, Zhao Nanyuan's face twitched, he didn't expect his father to throw such a problem to him.

He put down the wine glass, looked at Dongfang Mo with an apologetic smile, "It's actually like this..."

Next, Zhao Nanyuan told Dongfang Mo what happened.

After a while, after the person finished speaking, Dongfang Mo was still eating his food, with no abnormal expression on his face.

From this, he learned from the population that the reason why Yang Qingrong was imprisoned in the dungeon of Zhonggu City was because he made a living by setting up a street stall in Zhonggu City, but later he was thrown into the dungeon because he offended an officer and soldier guarding the city.

Since then, this person has been beaten and abused every day, and the situation can be imagined.

When they brought Yang Qingrong out of the dungeon, Zhaofeng and his son also found the best doctor in the family to see him and heal his injuries.But because his body was tortured all the year round, even the best doctor could not save his life.

"Bring the person and let Pindao take a look."

While speaking, Dongfang Mo put down his chopsticks.

Zhao Nanyuan glanced at his father, and when he saw his father nodded, he winked at a servant beside him.

The servant retreated, and after a while pushed a wheelchair up.

I saw a person sitting in a wheelchair, a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties.

This person's lips were pale, his face was bloodless, and even his hair became gray.

He was wearing a set of clean white clothes, but from the exposed neck and wrists, he could see some fresh or scabbed wounds.

Although his appearance was fragile, Dongfang Mo could tell from the scar on this person's forehead and the similar appearance to the old man in Shanghe Village that the person in front of him was Yang Qingrong.

And besides Yang Qingrong, there was also a guard in armor who looked to be in his thirties, standing silently on one side, his face full of fear and uneasiness.

It was this guard who offended Yang Qingrong back then.

And in order to satisfy Dongfang Mo, Zhao Nanyuan brought the guard along with him, waiting to be dealt with.

Seeing Yang Qingrong in the wheelchair, Dongfang Mo frowned.After many years of practice, his experience has been extremely rich.Although he couldn't open his spiritual sense to check, but from Yang Qingrong's complexion and breath, he had already judged that what Zhao Nanyuan said was true, and this person should not live long.

While pondering, Dongfang Mo still came to Yang Qingrong, and looked him up and down carefully.

At this time, Yang Qingrong also tried to raise his head, and looked at him tremblingly.The man had chapped lips and dull eyes.

But when facing Dongfang Mo's gaze, he still struggled to say: "Thank you, my lord, for saving me, but Mr. Yang may not have much time left to repay your great kindness."

From Zhao Nanyuan's mouth, he faintly heard some rumors that a nobleman named him by name, and he was going to be fished out, presumably it was the extremely young Taoist priest in front of him.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo just smiled slightly, "It's not likely that the time will be short."

After his words fell, Zhaofeng and Zhaonanyuan behind him showed a slight change in expression.There was also a gleam of light and hope in Yang Qingrong's eyes, as well as a tinge of doubt and bewilderment.

Dongfang Mo returned to the table of the Eight Immortals, picked up the jug, and poured all the spirits in it into an empty bowl.

Then he took off a delicate and small white jade gourd hanging from his waist, opened the stopper, and poured out one of the milky white pills.

He pinched the pill with his index finger and thumb, and put it in front of him for examination.

Ever since he experienced a lack of mana in his body and no spiritual energy around him, which made him unable to open the storage bag, he has become accustomed to carrying a bottle of elixir to restore mana with him.

The milky white pill in Dongfang Mo's hand was just in case he needed it.

Although it is only the most common pill to restore mana, the medicinal power contained in it is extremely surging.After all, he was at the late stage of Dao Breaking Realm, and the elixir that could help him recover his mana was not low in rank.

After taking a look, he put the elixir into a bowl filled with spirits, stirred it lightly, and took it out immediately.

As soon as his movements fell, the spirit in the cup didn't look any different, but Dongfang Mo knew that it already contained some of the scent of the elixir in his hand.

Seeing this, he nodded, looking very satisfied, because if the change of the spirits was too obvious, he would not dare to give it to Yang Qingrong to drink.

This is the elixir for monks in the Dao Realm to restore their mana. Even if a mere mortal is contaminated with a little bit of the elixir, whether he can bear it is a matter of debate.

After shaking off the strong wine on the pill, Dongfang Mo put it back into the jade bottle, and then came to Yang Qingrong with the strong wine, looked at him and said, "Drink it, there is a [-]% chance that you will be exposed directly." But there is also a [-]% chance of recovering from the injury, and there are some unexpected benefits. If you don’t drink, you can survive for a while, but the final end is needless to say a dead end. How do you choose.”

Hearing Dongfang Mo's words, Yang Qingrong said without any hesitation, "My lord, I am willing to drink it down."

Dongfang Mo stepped forward and put the wine bowl in front of Yang Qingrong.

Yang Qingrong stretched out trembling hands, picked up the wine bowl with both hands, and poured it down his throat.

After a while, this person drank the spirits, wiped the liquid from the corner of his mouth, and slumped back into the wheelchair.

At this time, there was still a smile on the corner of his mouth.Even if there is a [-]% chance of death, he at least tasted a bowl of good wine before he died.

During these years in prison, he has never had this kind of treatment, and he has long forgotten what wine tastes like.

Just when he thought of this in his heart, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared, and his face suddenly turned red.

"Cough cough cough..."

He coughed violently for a while, and then he spat out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".

Under everyone's gaze, his body turned red like a grilled prawn.

A roar came from Yang Qingrong's throat, and then he fell from the wheelchair to the ground, his body twitching violently.

Looking at the man in pain at his feet, Dongfang Mo Wanru murmured, "It's up to you whether you can make it through or not."

But he didn't notice that at this moment Zhaofeng's eyes fell on the white jade gourd in his hand, and there was a little gleam in his eyes.

(I hope you will pay more attention to my new book "The Road of Demons and Humans". This book is almost 300 million words, very fat, and you can slaughter it casually.)
　Thanks for the reward of [-] coins from Daoist Huanzhuworm. It’s just that Daoist students sorted out the plot recently, and the update will be slower, so I deserve it.But I will take a time to make two updates, so it can be regarded as an addition.

　　
　
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