After the salted fish is rotten, rely on the crow's mouth to revitalize the world of cultivatin

Chapter 123 Could it be that he came here to commit suicide?
"Okay, let's go out and let this girl sleep well."

At this moment, Feng Ming's heart was completely put back in his stomach, but he still wrote down what happened today.

It is enough to come back from the dead once, and it is better not to have a future in the future.

You have to keep a close eye on her, and you can't let her mess around.

Now that he's here, Feng Ming naturally doesn't give up the chance to catch a young man.

The sooner the epidemic is resolved, he can still take his junior sister to play for a while.

Feng Ming grabbed the poor ancestor and headed for the epidemic gathering place.

The patriarch Poor Ji disliked calling Feng Ming an unfilial disciple, but in fact he was willing, if not, how could Feng Ming keep him?
Feng Ming paused suddenly on the way, remembering what the younger junior sister said when he first met him, he looked at his master curiously and asked, "Old..."

Almost bald, and called the old man just like the little junior sister usually calls.

He coughed a few times in a hurry, and immediately changed his words.

"Ahem, master, can you smell what's in the air?"

"What's the smell? What kind of charades do you play when you have something to say?"

Being glared at by the master, Feng Ming didn't dare to be shy anymore, he hurriedly told the little junior sister what he found, he also knew, maybe the master, like him, had never smelled anything.

"The rancid smell?"

If this is the case, then there is a reason why the plague has not been cured.

"I am afraid this plague did not form naturally."

Feng Ming was startled, "Master is saying that there is something wrong with this plague, is it man-made?"

"Nine times out of ten."

Of course, this is his conservative statement, in fact he has affirmed it.

"I'm afraid that if we want to solve this plague, we must first find the source of this rancid smell."

"But none of us can smell it, only Junior Sister can, and now Junior Sister..."

The Poor Patriarch glared at him, "Are you a senior brother or your junior junior sister, I only think of your junior junior sister. As a senior brother, you should protect your junior junior sister, and don't always look for your junior junior sister."

Usually the junior sisters are mischievous, the master always says that they dote on the junior sisters too much, but it is clear that the master is the one who loves the younger junior sisters the most, and he is very disgusted, but who dares to say that the junior junior sisters are not the first one who can say a word to him? stand out.

But he also knew that he had made a slip of the tongue just now, he is a senior brother, and he should really protect the little junior sister.

It is the first time to admit the mistake.

"Since it's man-made, there must be traces to follow. Since you can't smell the source of the rotten smell, you can send people to search, and use your spiritual sense to search. If your spiritual sense doesn't work, then use ordinary people's methods, one place by one place. Looking for a blanket search, with so many people, can you still not find a source of the smell?"

The poor ancestor stared while talking.

Why is this apprentice so brainless?

Such a simple question still needs his master to come up with an idea.

I don't know where this brain went.

Feng Ming was afraid that his master's fist would hit him on the head in the next moment, so he silently stepped back, quickly agreed repeatedly, and gave orders immediately.

So when Yao Miao was asleep, Feng Ming led the disciples of Yijianmen to search for the source of the plague.

The Poor Patriarch became a cook and boiled medicine every day, and these medicines could still curb the spread of the plague.

After three days in a row, the poor old man felt that he had been marinated, and his whole body exuded a bitter smell from the inside out.

If it wasn't for that stinky girl who hadn't woken up yet, he really wanted to just quit.

Is it because his extreme poverty is not free enough?
On the fourth night, they finally had a harvest.

At first, I was a young disciple who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and couldn't cultivate vigorously, so he wandered around the town.

It's not very late at night, he saw a man hunched over and sneaking around from a distance.

The little disciple has good eyesight, even though it was dark in the middle of the night, he still recognized him, the person was none other than the old mayor.

It's so late, the old mayor didn't have a good rest, why did he run out?

Can't sleep like him?
He was thinking of going up to say hello, but who would have thought that the old mayor's legs, that nimble, could run so fast.

At that time, he still felt that the old mayor was usually supported by others, and he would take a step to catch his breath. Now his legs are quite sharp, and he doesn't need someone to support him.

After sighing, he realized something was wrong.

The old mayor's legs and feet are so agile, he doesn't look like an old man at all.

Could it be that he pretended to look like he would disappear at any moment?

The old mayor has a problem!

Without hesitation, the disciple chased after him, and secretly sent a letter to Feng Ming.

The old mayor ran all the way, so fast that he almost didn't catch up.

He watched helplessly as the old mayor ran to the barren land east of the town and plunged into a dry well.

His heart skipped a beat.

Hey, the old mayor ran so fast, did he come here to commit suicide?
Obviously this is impossible.

He hesitated, not knowing whether he should jump down now or wait for someone to come, but just as he was about to jump down after gritting his teeth, a force grabbed him.

He was shocked in his heart, conditioned reflex, directly drew out his long sword and swung it over,
The slender fingers gripped the tip of the sword
"You want to murder brother?"

The familiar voice made him breathe a sigh of relief, and his hand holding the long sword relaxed.

"I'm sorry Third Senior Brother, I thought someone was sneaking up on me."

Scratching his head awkwardly.

"Okay, let's talk about the situation."

Feng Ming let go, the disciple withdrew his long sword.

Explain what you have seen before.

Finally, the little disciple pointed to the front well, "He jumped down."

"The four of you will go down with me, and the rest will stay on top."

Feng Ming ordered four people, the remaining six people stayed, and the little disciple also stayed.

"If I haven't come up in half an hour, you can contact my master."

"Yes, third senior brother."

"Third senior brother, you have to be careful."

Holding the communication jade slip given by Fengming, the little disciple poked his head a little worried.

Feng Ming waved his hands and jumped down the well first.

The other four disciples quickly followed.

This is a dry well, and I don't know how many years it has been dry. The soil on the ground is dry.

It's just that it rained continuously in the previous month. Even if the weather is good, it is impossible to do this with the sun.

It appears that there is a problem with the well.

The well was very deep and the space was very large, even the five of them seemed very empty inside.

A normal well is very narrow. If five people move in it like this, it still looks empty, which is obviously a problem.

Feng Ming glanced around, asking them to look for clues, to see if there were any secret passages or something.

The old mayor was very vigilant, there wasn't even a single footprint on the ground, and he didn't see any signs of being passive around.

But people just jumped into the well, and it is impossible to disappear out of thin air, so it is very likely that there is a secret passage, or some kind of formation.

"Senior brother, there is a brick here, it seems to be moving."

One of the disciples was groping on the wall of the well, perhaps because of the explosion of koi attributes, he groped for the mechanism in one fell swoop.

(End of this chapter)