The Ming Dynasty took an unconventional approach

With the help of Pan Xiaohei, Pan Jun climbed out of the bushes.

She held the sword in her hand, covered her upper left shoulder with one hand, climbed up and sat up, then looked towards the pit.

Pan Xiaohei jumped over and said, "Don't look at it. He must be dead. He fell from such a high place with no shelter."

"No, we have to make sure. We have to root out the problem. I don't want it to be like a revenge movie."

But as she approached the pit, a bloody smell rushed up and Pan Yun felt nauseous.

She lay on the ground holding her head and said uncomfortably: "No, it's a concussion, go down and take a look."

Pan Xiaohei looked at her suspiciously, "My real body is in your Niwan Palace. I don't think you have a concussion in your head."

"If I say there is, there is. You are only in the Niwan Palace, not in my entire brain." Pan Jun was about to threaten it when he heard a soft moan coming from the bottom of the pit.

Pan Yun and Pan Xiaohei were both silent, neither the man nor the cat spoke a word.

Pan Yun continued to lie there, only her feet gently supporting the ground. She slid out a little, and after making sure that the people at the bottom of the pit could not see her, a medicine bottle appeared in her hand. She poured out a pill and put it into her mouth.

After thinking for a while, she poured out another one and put it in her mouth.

Two big pills filled her mouth, and her cheeks bulged. She chewed the elixir into pieces, and a large amount of medicinal essence and medicinal energy spread into her meridians, replenishing her energy.

Pan Xiaohei also lowered his body, automatically separated his soul and returned to his body, and began to transfer spiritual power outward.

Pan Yun was not polite at all. He directly rolled up the spiritual power and medicinal essence to nourish the meridians, and finally transformed it into pure energy and fell into the dantian.

There was a rustling sound at the bottom of the pit. Ming's three-energy force was also exhausted, and his injuries were more serious than Pan Yun's.

When he woke up on the back of the big bird, his eyes were blurry, the world was spinning, he couldn't see clearly, and his brain was buzzing...

Unable to see or hear, he could only rely on his sense of touch to feel his surroundings.

When he touched the big bird under his body, which was still warm but had lost its life, he felt angry and sad. He shook his head and barely saw that he seemed to be in a pit.

He climbed up with one breath.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, he finally reached the edge of the pit. He propped himself up with his arms and turned over, and then he heard a familiar voice: "Hey—"

Ming San raised his head subconsciously, and then his chest felt cold.
He lowered his head and saw a sword piercing his chest. Only then did he feel the pain.

He looked up at the person sitting in front of him in disbelief.

Pan Jun grinned at him, pulled out the sword with a puff, and then thrust it in fiercely.

Mingda spat out large mouthfuls of blood and half fell to the ground, "You, you are so brave... Mingying Sect and Wugu Sect will not let you go."

Pan Yun had a blank expression on his face: "When will the cycle of revenge end? I advise the two sects to put aside their grudges. Otherwise, I will kill one if one comes, and I will kill a pair if two come!"

Ming San fell to the ground completely. There was still spirit in his eyes. He stretched out his hand to Pan Yun unwillingly: "If you save me, I will resolve the grudges between the three sects... Save me, save me."

Pan Yun looked at him coldly.

Ming San was resentful: "You have a body of merit, eating you is like eating demon pills and spiritual medicines, you will not have a good ending, you will not..."

Pan Jun was too lazy to listen to his nonsense and drew out his sword with a puff. The light in Ming San's eyes gradually faded and finally disappeared.

Pan Yun felt that he was dead, so he let out a breath, wiped the sword clean and put it away.

Pan Jun felt pain all over her body. The sword energy from the air pierced her left shoulder. Adding to the internal injuries from the fall, she felt pain even when she moved. So she looked at Pan Xiaohei and said, "Go, dig out the demon pill from this big bird."

Pan Xiaohei jumped down.

The big bird was split into two halves by Pan Yun, and it fell from above, almost turning into meat paste.

It searched for a long time before it found a red demon pill.

It jumped up, and Pan Yun also turned Ming San over. In addition to the sword on his body, there was only a bottle of wound medicine and some money. The money was very little, only more than 80 taels, but Pan Yun did not despise it, because she had no money on her now.

Pan Yun took the money without hesitation and threw the medicine and sword to Ling Jing: "You keep them. I find them dirty."

Pan Xiaohei doesn't mind.

It also needs to cultivate its cat body and start saving money to buy elixirs.

It put away the sword and medicine, then raised its cat paw to let her see the magic pill in its palm.

Pan Yun just glanced at it and said, "Here you go."

Pan Xiaohei was surprised: "This demon pill is worth a lot of money."

Pan Yun suddenly spat out blood, and Pan Xiaohei jumped back in fright.

Pan Yun spat out the blood twice, then said weakly: "Take it. Killing this man and this monster will deduct forty merits, but if you dig up the monster pill, you will directly deduct one thousand. Pan Xiaohei, remember, I spit this blood for you."

Pan Xiaohei: ...

Bullshit, she was clearly vomiting blood due to internal injuries caused by being hit, what does that have to do with it digging for demon pills?

But this demon pill is really important to it.

Pan Xiaohei put the demon pill away and agreed.

After spitting out blood, Pan Jun kicked Ming San, who was half-lying, into the pit.

After the blood clots were spit out and the medicine took effect, she felt much better.

She collected all her blood and put any blood-stained dirt she saw into a sack.

After confirming that nothing was missed, she made a hand gesture and a fireball appeared in her hand, which she threw into the pit.

Pan Xiaohei realized later: "It seems that the feathers, bones and flesh of this bird can all be used."

Pan Jun: "...Why don't you wait until I burn it all?"

The man and the cat leaned over to take a look. Pan Yun's magic was effective. A raging fire was burning. For some reason, the bird's feathers were easily burned. At this time, the entire pit was burning, and the fire was burning raging.

Pan Xiaohei retracted his head: "Let's go back."

Pan Jun also withdrew his gaze with regret, waved his hand, and the Sanbao Ding that was not far away flew over.

But Pan Yun did not leave immediately. She adjusted her breathing and waited for the fire to burn out.

After burning the corpses at the bottom of the pit, she made some hand gestures to loosen the soil, filling up the pit and completely destroying all traces of the corpses. Then she and Pan Xiaohei climbed into the pot and slowly flew back to Longhu Mountain.

The energy she gained from taking drugs was enough for her to return to Longhu Mountain.

Pan Jun knew the taboos of the academy and did not dare to fly directly in the aircraft. Instead, he landed halfway up the mountain, then walked back in pain, holding his chest.

When she arrived outside the gate of the Great Shangqing Palace, she measured the height and resigned herself to her fate by using her lightness skills to climb over the wall and get in.

Only then did she realize how high the walls of the Great Shangqing Palace and the Imperial Academy were.

Pan Yun rolled over and fell to the ground with a thud.

It took me half an hour to reach the entrance of Fengqiyuan, and I don’t know if I was discovered by the teachers in the academy.

I hope not. If they do find out, I hope they will remain silent as always.

Pan Yun pushed open the gate. Zhang Weiyi and Xue Hua, who had been on high alert, ran out. Seeing Pan Yun staggering in, they were shocked: "You, you, you, why are you covered in blood?"

Pan Jun raised his index finger and hushed, then whispered, "Don't shout, I'm fine, you can leave tomorrow." (End of this chapter)