deceitful cultivator

Chapter 116 The Imaginary Technique
Ren Qing looked around, exuding some momentum intentionally or unintentionally.

The barking stopped abruptly.

Compared to the slightly sluggish donkeys and horses, the native dogs are more sensitive to danger, and they tuck their tails almost at the same time.

The vendors looked at each other in confusion and did not notice Ren Qing who was mixed in the crowd.

Ren Qing gradually calmed down, and the morning market became noisy again.

He walked towards the corner without hesitation. What was being sold there were ordinary native dogs, which were even a bit too cruel in terms of appearance.

Ren Qing's eyes fell on a native dog. Its fur was covered with scars and it was locked alone in a small cage and could not move.

"How much money?"

"Three two..."

As soon as the vendor opened his mouth, Ren Qing threw down the money without negotiating the price, grabbed the cage and disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the morning market.

The vendor next door couldn't help but ask: "Lao Li, your dog seems to have hurt someone some time ago, right?"

Old Li smiled sarcastically. Ren Qing must not look like an ordinary person. It would be bad if this caused any trouble.

He couldn't help but feel regret in his heart.

Ren Qing carried the cage around, and finally stopped in a secluded alley, and let the dog out.

On the surface, the native dog grinned, but in fact, he was afraid and wanted to run away.

Then it noticed the man in front of him with a cracked palm and a ferocious mouth, and was immediately frightened and fell to the ground motionless.

Ren Qing threw the native dog into a prison in his belly.

He took some blood from the strange substance in the nerves and feet, diluted it heavily and gave it to the native dog, and then ignored it.

Although this native dog is relatively smart, if he wants to survive the alienation transformation of wolf blood, he probably still has to rely on his physical strength to survive.

After replenishing supplies at the morning market, Ren Qing hurried towards the gate of Beicheng.

After waiting for a while, the teams heading to Heshan Town began to gather one after another.

The officers and soldiers were already ready to go. They wore light armor and carried swords at their waists. Even in their spare time, they were applying copper oil to their weapons.

The students who participated in the imperial examinations were uneven.

A small number of people were very proud of their gold medals, their clothes were neat and shiny, and they even brought some specialties from Sanxiang City to prepare for their return home in splendor.

The rest of the students were silent, with many looking numb.

They have all participated in the imperial examinations several times, and their spirits have been worn out.

Moreover, not everyone can bear the blow of losing his reputation. In the past few days, several people in the city have committed suicide by jumping into the river.

Before leaving, Ren Qing left a letter in the Huogong Hall, roughly explaining the situation.

In fact, it was the same everywhere for him. Anyway, as long as he was in Xiangxiang, he could enter the Jailer's Hall anywhere.

It will still not delay the business in the ghost market.

There were 80 people in the team heading to Heshan Town.

Originally, there was no need for guard guards, but because of the disappearance of students in Annan Town, this special case was made.

Seeing that it was almost time, everyone set off slowly northward along the official road.

The middle-aged officer made a round of inspection, then rode his military horse towards the end of the team.

The officer general named Qian Yun was the only one in the team who knew that there would be a jailer accompanying him, so he wanted to say hello to Ren Qing before setting off.

As a result, before he even got close, the jailer suddenly lost sight of him, and no matter how hard he searched, he could not find his figure.

Qian Yun opened his mouth and wisely returned to the front of the team.

Since the other party didn't plan to show up, he didn't have the guts to bother him anymore, so he honestly led the team towards Heshan Town.

In fact, Ren Qing did not hide it deliberately, but used the illusion of the fairy in the mirror to reduce his presence a little. He did not expect the effect to be so good.

It can be seen from this that the magic created by the *** who cannot even spy on the information flow can indeed completely erase himself.

If Ren Qing wants to leave Xiangxiang in the future, it is still necessary to obtain the disaster elimination method.

He was lying comfortably on the cart where the supplies were stored, his eyes were slightly closed and he seemed to be resting, but he was actually practicing.

Actively visualizing the Taotie method can speed up digestion and improve the efficiency of life extension in disguise.

He plans to advance to the next level of Divine Foot Medicine after he reaches 13 years of life.

If the Shenzhen Sutra reaches the realm of ghost envoy, there will be a huge improvement, and naturally there will be a lot more confidence in dealing with blind Taoists.

Ren Qing closed his eyes and practiced while paying attention to the movements around him. This was the dual-purpose ability of the twin nightmares.

He didn't even have to ask the team to provide him with food. There was a lot stored in the prison in his belly, and he could even fill his stomach just by swallowing his eyes.

Ren Qing quickly became immersed in practice, and time passed by unconsciously.

During this period, preachers appeared many times in Wuwei Dojo. According to their accents, they were almost concentrated in Heshan Town, and slightly less in Annan Town.

And as time goes by, the frequency of preaching becomes higher and higher.

This couldn't help but make him wonder if someone was deliberately actively spreading the Taoism. As for the number of blind Taoists, it was better to be lacking than to be indiscriminate.

By the time Ren Qing came to his senses, the journey was already halfway through.

He belatedly recalled the earth dog in the prison in his belly.

After Ren Qing used his consciousness to check, he was surprised to find that the native dog was still alive and did not die suddenly from swallowing wolf blood.

Now the native dog has undergone great changes. The original mottled short hair has completely faded, and the new hair that grows back is gray and white.

Its eyes have become sharper, its size has reached more than half a meter, and its appearance is more like a wolf than a dog.

The corner of Ren Qing's mouth twitched. He said that he was going to alienate, but why did he even change the species?

It feels [-]% similar to a husky, and its personality has become more active, jumping up and down constantly.

Ren Qing gave up the idea of ​​releasing the husky for the time being, fed some wolf blood and ignored it, focusing on the outside world.

According to the information marked on the map, they were already approaching Heshan Town, and they only needed to climb three low mountains.

But troubles ensued, because there was a group of green forest bandits occupying this mountain top.

Qian Yun's expression was tense. Generally speaking, as a team led by officers and soldiers, no bandits would dare to come and rob the road.

But the road was a bit too peaceful, and we didn't even see scattered merchants. If something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

If an accident really happened, he knew that the jailer might not choose to intervene.

Qian Yun quickly signaled his officers and soldiers to pay more attention to the area and blow the horn as soon as there was any sign of trouble.

Under the invisible influence of the officers and soldiers, the students also became uneasy.

The atmosphere gradually became dignified.

Qian Yun's premonition was very accurate. Shortly after midnight, twenty or thirty torches suddenly lit up in the distance and approached quickly.

Although the officers and soldiers had a numerical advantage, the students were powerless and would inevitably be injured or disabled in a fight.

Qian Yun did not expect the jailer to take action and quickly signaled his team to be nearby to prevent an attack.

The carriages formed a square formation to surround the left and right sides of the team, with officers and soldiers standing at the front and back.

As the torch reached within [-] meters, the students held their breath and became silent. Some even fell to their knees on the ground with their legs weak.

Seeing this half-sitting cross-legged, Ren Qing's expression became very strange.

The split soul is suspended in mid-air and can clearly observe the bandits.

The leader, who was more than two meters tall, emerged from the bushes holding a giant mace and faced the officers and soldiers.

Ren Qing felt that this person was definitely not comparable to ordinary bandits. He had obvious physical differences and seemed to have traces of magic?

Qian Yun said in a deep voice: "Qian Yun, the centurion of Xiaheshan Town, must think clearly about whether to go against the government!!"

After hearing this, the bandits couldn't help but feel timid, which showed that they did not come here voluntarily to rob the road.

The dog-headed military master's face was even paler, with sweat dripping from his forehead.

He leaned close to the headmaster and said softly: "This matter is not easy to handle. What if the government is responsible for settling the accounts..."

"Hey Hey……"

The leader let out a strange laugh, then touched his belly as if it were ten months pregnant, and his eyes greedily swept over everyone in the team.

He grabbed the dog-headed military counselor's neck like a maniac and squeezed it into a knot.

Blood dripped down the palms and onto the soil.

Immediately, the head of the corpse was unscrewed, the leader's mouth was put to the neck to drink, and many bandits took half a step back in order.

Qian Yun's expression became solemn. He took out a cloth bag filled with silver coins from his arms and threw it hard.

"If we let you go today, then nothing will happen."

"Ha ha ha ha."

The headmaster looked ferocious. He grabbed the mace and struck it hard. The bag broke into pieces and the money inside fell like raindrops.

The Bandit didn't dare to pick it up, and stood trembling like a minion.

The headmaster's intelligence was somewhat incomplete, so he stumbled and said, "You... keep half of it, and the rest... you can go."

"Then there's nothing to talk about, so prepare to fight."

Qian Yun pulled out the saber from his waist.

The remaining officers and soldiers were well-trained and intertwined with each other.

Qian Yun clamped the military horse between his legs and headed towards the boss at high speed, intending to catch the opponent off guard and kill him directly.

But before he could get closer, he suddenly heard a strong heartbeat ringing from the other person's chest.

The leader jumped up nimbly and hit him with his mace. Qian Yun was immediately knocked away, and his army and horses turned into mud.

Ren Qing fell into a daze for a moment.

The boss didn't take advantage of the victory. He showed an exaggerated smile, counted on his fingers, and murmured to himself.

"Oh... oh... oh..."

"You can...ask my mother to tell you...to learn the magic from the immortals..."

Ren Qing knew that his guess was correct. This man had obviously experienced preaching and had survived the side effects of the weird magic.

He even really mastered the magic on the bamboo tube.

From the looks of it, it was clearly his "Pure Yang Wu Scale Method" that he made up indiscriminately, it was outrageous.

The leader walked toward the team, and the bandits followed slowly behind.

He enjoyed the horrified gazes of everyone, and the intense heartbeat in his body became more intense.

Suddenly, the headmaster felt doubtful, because the frail officers and soldiers looked behind him in unison.

He turned his head subconsciously and saw that the mountain top was littered with the corpses of bandits, all of whom had died silently after being pierced through the chest with a sharp weapon.

"Ah, why..."

The Dragon Snake Ridge flashed past.

The headmaster felt severe pain in his abdomen, and his stomach was cut open.

Only 36 hearts were seen almost filling the body, and the other organs had shrunk to varying degrees, looking extremely weird.

Ren Qing looked into the distance. There was definitely a preacher in the village.

And under the influence of Wuwei Dojo, the magic seems to have changed.

　Thank you Chi Yan for your heart and reward for your love.

　
(End of this chapter)