Martial Arts and Longevity: Starting from the Spiritual Beast Picture

Chapter 330 Involvement
After the black mist dissipated, Zhao Lin carried Song Laosan into the cave, and at the same time, he did not forget to take the three lock bags with him.

Throwing Song Laosan on the ground, cast a lighting technique.

Several spiritual lights rose, and the cave was lit up.

There is no grade level in the lighting technique, and there are no levels such as novice, proficient, and small success. The more spiritual power injected, the brighter it will be, otherwise it will be darker.

Zhao Lin looked at the situation inside the cave, and saw that the cave was less than seven feet wide, as tall as a person, and stretched inward, so it is more appropriate to describe it as a cave.

"Stop pretending, get up."

Zhao Lin made sure that there was no one else in the cave, and said to Song Laosan on the ground.

Song Laosan closed his eyes tightly and remained motionless.

"died?"

Zhao Lin walked over with the iron ruler in his hand, and muttered to himself: "Forget it, cut off the head and go to receive the reward..."

"stop!"

Song Lao San hurriedly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up.

He had woken up a long time ago, and had been practicing and testing. He found that several key qi orifices in his body were blocked, and the aura in his meridians was like a mess.

Zhao Lin sat down in front of him and said in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

Song Lao San smiled coldly, "Why tell you?"

"Very good, tough!"

Zhao Lin didn't say another word, and quickly shot, slapping Song Laosan's chest, back, waist, etc. for a while.

"Ah! It hurts, stop now..."

Song Lao San immediately let out a cry like killing a pig, and rolled on the ground.

There are many methods of torture in martial arts, such as tendon-splitting fingers, bone-dissolving hands, heart-stimulating palms, etc. Zhao Lin knows the tricks, but rarely uses them, but today they come in handy.

"It's okay, just bear it for a while and it won't hurt. I still have dozens of methods that are useless."

Zhao Lin comforted softly.

"I can't bear it, grandpa, please spare me! I'll do it, I'll do anything..."

Song Laosan begged for mercy loudly, and after a while, he was sweating profusely and his body was red like a boiled prawn.

Zhao Lin looked at it blankly for a while, and felt that the heat was almost ready, so he slapped Song Laosan on the chest and released the means of imposition.

Elder Song was paralyzed on the ground, gasping for breath, unable to utter a word.

Zhao Lin helped him up and said, "You can answer whatever I ask, do you understand?"

"understand!"

Song Lao San hastily agreed that after this torture, he became much more honest all of a sudden.

Zhao Lin injected spiritual power into the lighting technique to make it brighter, then gathered the light and aimed it at Song Laosan's face.

"What's your name?"

Song Laosan was so shaken that he couldn't open his eyes, subconsciously shrank back, and replied, "Song Laosan."

"What about the dead one?"

"Li Daoyou."

"Li Daoyou? You don't know his real name?"

"His real name is Li Daoyou, there is no one."

Zhao Lin threw the three lock bags beside him and ordered: "Open the lock bag and erase the consciousness."

Song Laosan's eyes flashed, and he said: "Li Dao has the lock bag, I can't open it."

Zhao Lin smiled slightly, "Ming people don't talk dark words, are you worried that if you open the lock bag, if it is useless, I will kill you?"

Song Lao San bowed his head and said nothing, which was a tacit agreement.

"Don't worry, I will hand you over to Qiuyang County, I don't care what they do with you."

"really?"

Song Laosan's eyes rolled, he had committed many things, but he had never killed anyone, at most he would be punished as hard labor, at least he could save his life.

"You can only trust me, anyway, I can get a reward for killing both of you."

Zhao Lin said in an unquestionable tone.

"Ok."

Song Lao San sighed, the torture just now was worse than beheading, he didn't want to go through it again.

He opened the lock bag according to his words, and wiped away the consciousness on it.

Zhao Lin took it over and checked them one by one.

The first bag was full of spiritual rice, weighing about fifty catties, and the other bag was filled with spiritual stones, worth 30 yuan.

In the last pocket, Lin Lin always packed a dozen things.

A set of clothes, a bag of spirit coins.

Seven bottles of pills and six talismans.

Two worn-out low-level magic weapons.

Zhao Lin was not in a hurry, and checked the things carefully.

There are not many spirit coins, but some of them have relatively large denominations, adding up to more than 500 spirit coins.

Most of the pills are common pills like Bigu Pill and Buxue Pill, and only a bottle of Zengyuan Pill has some value.

The only talismans were the heart-clearing talisman, the gravel talisman and the diving talisman, two of each, and they were all low-grade talismans.

"wrong!"

Zhao Lin frowned slightly, shook his head, grabbed Song Laosan, and rummaged through him.

A bandit cultivator like Song Laosan must have means of escape, just like the trapping talisman and the escaping talisman before, it is impossible to only have these low-grade talismans.

"what are you doing?"

Song Laosan's expression changed and he exclaimed.

Zhao Lin didn't say a word, and searched his whole body, even the soles of his shoes.

Sure enough, a hidden talisman, a water talisman, a wind talisman, and four used talismans were found.

Song Laosan's face was ashen, and he looked like he had nothing to love.

He originally wanted to activate the talisman to escape after recovering some spiritual power, but he didn't expect Zhao Lin to see through it, and it was impossible to escape.

The three talismans were all high-grade talismans, so Zhao Lin only glanced at them and put them aside, curiously taking the four used talismans.

After the talisman was used, most of it was reduced to ashes, and usually only the messenger talisman would retain a part of the text used for communication.

Zhao Lin opened a used talisman, and saw that it read: Fat Yang set off to Yinfeng Valley in the middle of the day, refining Qi on the third floor.

The other three are also similar text.

"The fat sheep mentioned above...is me?"

Zhao Lin stared at Song Laosan and asked, before he felt that something was wrong, even if there was a spirit bird to investigate, the two bandit cultivators appeared too coincidentally, and they were well prepared, so it turned out that someone communicated in advance.

"Who informed you?"

Song Laosan regained his composure, and honestly confessed: "It's Zhouyi's Heipi and Huang Teng."

The face of the black-faced monk in Zhouyi appeared in Zhao Lin's mind, and he asked, "What do these two people look like?"

"A dark and thin man with a yellow face..."

Song Lao San described the two of them.

Zhao Lin realized that it was indeed the two monks in front of the Zhouyi, and then asked: "The people in the Zhouyi gave you a tip-off. Do you want to distribute the money to them?"

Song Laosan nodded, "Yes, these two guys are very greedy."

Zhao Lin's expression was solemn, and his face gradually became gloomy.

He originally wanted to hand over Bandit Xiu to the county, and then enter Yinfeng Valley, but he didn't expect that the people in Zhouyi had something to do with Bandit Xiu.

If you don't handle this matter well, you will enter the Valley of Darkness rashly, and you may be plotted against later.

The messenger talisman can't explain the problem. Even if it is reported to the county, it can be said that it is a bandit cultivator's false accusation, and maybe they will bite back.

Thinking of this, Zhao Lin asked, "How do you connect?"

(End of this chapter)