The Taoist Priest of the Supernatural World

Chapter 192 Dragon Walking in Shallow Water
"Next is the Cao Gang. Although this guy joined Yinshan and acquired some special skills, he still didn't achieve anything."

"The next step is to kill people with force. Fellow Taoists, just watch and leave everything to me!"

When he said this, he gently stroked the fishing rod in his hand.

There is an inexplicable bloodiness in my body.

Hearing what the fisherman said and looking at the fishing rod in his hand, Qiu Sheng couldn't help but shudder subconsciously.

This senior was too cruel.

Just now they went down saying they were there to support, but actually they were just there to watch the fun.

But it was also because of this trip that he was able to see what kind of person the master who behaved like a junior in front of his seventh uncle was.

My goodness, that thing in his hand is not just an ordinary fishing rod.

That is clearly a powerful weapon.

At that time, his predecessor kicked the door open, then swung the hook with the fishing rod in his hand, and cut the neck of the sleeping old monster in one stroke.

During this time, the old demon didn't even have the chance to open his eyes.

The reason why they stayed there for so long was, on the one hand, that Uncle Jiu was trying to liberate the resentful souls on the many hook plates.

On the other hand, it also depends on this senior to root out the problem completely.

Cutting off a person's head doesn't count.

He even got out a coffin nail from somewhere and nailed it on the altar of the human head.

What’s even more amazing is this.

After nailing the coffin, this senior was afraid that his skills were not enough, so he forcibly injected his own energy and blood into the spirit platform.

This is so exciting.

Qiu Sheng, who had the Yin-Yang eyes, watched the remaining half of the soul melt away bit by bit under the martial arts energy and blood.

No one else could hear that sound, but to him, who was half a ghost, it sounded so shrill.

Xiaoyu was almost scared.

Afterwards, the senior found some charcoal to dry the head, and then dug a hole to bury it.

Just when he thought he was done.

The senior took out a peach pit from somewhere and threw it into the pit, and it happened to land on someone's head.

Next, water and fertilize.

This series of processes seemed as if they had been mastered for a long time.

Earthworms have to be chopped vertically.

Shake all the eggs until the yolks are loose.

According to this senior, if he wasn't afraid of too much noise tonight, the house would have been burned down.

By the end, when Uncle Jiu had finished helping the remaining souls in the many hook plates to reincarnate, he almost didn’t recognize the place.

It is no exaggeration to say that the land has been plowed three feet.

Of course, according to this senior, we should put the house here first.

He will come back to burn it after he finishes his work.

After all, he was not sure whether the soul-catching old demon had hidden a bit of his soul inside a pillar in the room, or attached to a piece of wood.

It’s better to burn them all.

Although Uncle Jiu has always said that all future troubles have been cleared up, this senior has always been terrifyingly steady.

At this point, Qiu Sheng finally understood what it meant to be a veteran in the world.

Apart from anything else, the peach pits thrown there by the old fisherman had actually sprouted after being soaked in water.

In a place with lush vegetation like this, I'm afraid a peach will grow in a while.

Peach trees are yang.

No matter what means this old monster has, as long as the peach tree grows up, he will be killed completely.

Absolutely! Absolutely amazing!
This time, they went there by boat.

After a while, they arrived at a pier.

Although it's night.

But the lights are still on here.

Faintly, there were even people patrolling here, looking like heroes.

"Senior, I'm going first!"

When he said this, the fisherman carried his fishing rod on his back and walked towards the distance.

The trace is hidden very deeply.

In this darkness, if you don’t look carefully, you may not be able to find where the other person is.

Watching the figure leaving the fishing place.

Song Feng was looking at the dock in the distance with a sharp gaze, and there seemed to be a hint of blood in his eyes.

I don’t know if it’s an illusion.

Faintly, as more blood lights appeared, Song Feng's eyes seemed to become deeper and deeper.

It seemed to be becoming clearer and clearer.

"Well!"

"Pfft!"

"Snapped!"

"..."

At first there were just a few soft sounds.

Then, all that was seen were the lights of the patrol vehicles on the distant dock, but now they were all extinguished.

For a moment, the dock fell into darkness.

And as darkness fell on the pier.

Faintly, the entire dock seemed to be becoming increasingly deserted.

This feeling is indescribable.

It was as if the vitality of the pier, which was once full of life, was quickly disappearing.

The more sensitive a person is, the faster he can feel the passing of life. Even Uncle Jiu couldn't help but change his expression slightly:

"A martial arts master is truly a killing weapon in the world!"

Although he is now very powerful, he does not dare to kill people so wantonly.

This resentment and evil spirit is part of it.

The other part is the reason for practicing Taoism.

But this fisherman is not like that.

Not only was he not restrained, but he was extremely comfortable when killing people, as if human life was worthless in his hands.

He is really good at killing star generals!
Time passes slowly.

"Clap!"

All they heard was a crisp sound in front of everyone.

Then they saw the fisherman carrying a fishing rod, who quietly walked in front of everyone.

Look around.

Not only was there not a trace of blood left on the fisherman's body, but he even looked calm and composed.

It's like going out to play.

However, as he went in and out, Uncle Jiu felt that the evil spirit in him was very deep.

"Senior, I'm going to trouble you next. There are too many parasites in the Cao Gang, and it's a bit difficult for me to deal with them." When he said this, the fisherman was slightly shocked, and he directly absorbed the resentment and evil spirit in his body.

I actually felt like I was practicing through this.

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng looked at the bloody pier in the distance, and then nodded slightly:

"It's just a small matter..."

After he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves towards the pier in the distance:
"Wow..."

The next moment, the shadow behind him instantly spread out and merged into the dock in the distance.

Then, he came back in the blink of an eye.

The whole process was very uneventful. If Uncle Nine hadn't been keeping an eye on Uncle Seven, he probably wouldn't have noticed that Uncle Seven had taken action.

However, when the shadow returned, Uncle Jiu looked at the dock in the distance with a look of shock:

"……How can this be?"

The smell of blood, resentment, death, evil, and even the residual souls and resentful souls of those people have all dissipated.

What kind of method is this?
When Uncle Jiu looked confused, the fisherman shook his head gently, seeming to be a little emotional:
"These days, all the big gangs are basically not clean. Fortunately, we arrived in time."

"Otherwise, the women and children on the next boat will be taken away."

When he said this, the fisherman shook his head, then gave up the boat and walked away:
"I have done what I should do. I hope that when they wake up tomorrow morning, these women and children will be able to find their way home."

Looking at Diaoyurou's departing back, Song Feng slowly followed him with the help of his crutches, as if he was just a spectator.

however.

When Uncle Jiu heard what the fishing station said, he subconsciously looked towards the pier in the distance:

“So many women and children…”

But when Uncle Nine saw the figures of the fisherman and Uncle Seven leaving, he couldn't help but sigh:

"Qiu Sheng, you follow first!"

After he finished speaking, he took a few steps back and then walked towards the pier.

Although he knew that the fisherman had already dealt with those scum and villains above, he still had to be true to his conscience.

The fisherman is doing relatively well.

From his point of view, the fisherman can be regarded as a man with an extremely strong sense of justice.

But he still felt a little soft-hearted.

Looking at the figure of his master going away, Qiu Sheng paused for a moment, and then followed Uncle Jiu's steps:

"Master, I'll help you too!"

When he said this, Qiu Sheng also moved behind Uncle Jiu and followed him towards the pier.

And at this time.

Uncle Jiu looked at the other figure who followed him with some surprise:
"Mom, why did you follow me?"

Looking around, he saw that his mother had come to his side and followed him towards the pier.

After hearing Uncle Jiu's words, Mama blew a breath, and then said with some dissatisfaction:
"You have a sense of justice, don't you? I am also from Maoshan, so what's wrong with doing what I can?"

the other side.

The fisherman who was walking towards the depths of the river in the distance suddenly looked behind him.

When he saw the three people leaving, he turned his gaze to the figure in black clothes walking behind him:
"Senior, have you expected this?"

After hearing what the fisherman said, Song Feng shook his head slightly:
"You have done a great job helping them get rid of all these people and allowing them to leave safely in the morning. No one can blame you."

"But Jiu and the others are from a good and upright family after all, and they have some sense of justice. Let them do it themselves."

"But sometimes your efforts may not bring you rewards. What you do may seem perfect, but it may cause you trouble..."

Hearing the senior say this, the fisherman was a little envious and looked at the figures behind him:
"No wonder you asked me to point out the children in the cages. It turns out you wanted to give them a chance to train them."

Some things, no matter how many times you say them, are not as real and unforgettable as doing them once.

Human nature is not worth testing.

"This is an ordinary thing in itself. I'm afraid they already had a plan in mind before they did it."

"But independent people have their own way of doing things, and famous and upright people have their own way of doing things. They have people behind them, so they naturally have the confidence to be willful..."

When he said this, Song Feng ignored the three people who left, and instead walked towards the depths of the river in the distance with his crutches:
"Let's go. There's only one left. Once we deal with him, we can continue on our journey."

"I didn't expect that this so-called Yinshan Sect actually has some tricks up its sleeve. It has indeed absorbed a lot of evil methods."

When talking about this person, Song Feng paused subconsciously, and then a faint light seemed to flash in his eyes:
"But the more people there are, the better. The more people will die..."

When he finished speaking, the sound of Song Feng's nagging gradually faded into the wind.

Even the fisherman who was so close to him didn't hear what he said.

Keep going.

Soon, they came to an area where many lotus roots grew.

This place is very spacious.

There was no end in sight.

After arriving here, the fisherman's movements became lighter:
"Senior, this Yangtze River Little White Dragon's ability to float on water is amazing. He has already mastered the art of floating on strange water to perfection."

"In this river, I may not be able to capture it..."

Even though he spoke naturally and confidently in front of Uncle Jiu, there are some things that only he knows.

Maybe the Little White Dragon of the Yangtze River is not very skilled in Taoism, but he has already mastered the art of floating on water to perfection.

To be honest, he swam in the rivers like a white dragon in the water, able to ride the waves and move with the help of the waves.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have been splashed with water by this guy.

Especially since this guy has a very sensitive nose, he can even smell anger.

Even in ancient times, this kind of person could be called a tyrant on the riverside, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he was a white shark in the waves.

He was confident that he could kill it on shore.

But once in the water, it becomes a matter of life and death.

"Just go ahead and rest assured. I'll be here to support you..."

This is the sentence I’ve been waiting for!

When the fisherman heard what his senior said, he dived into the river.

Entering the water is like a wave.

There wasn't much splash.

It turns out that this old fisherman has also learned the extraordinary art of floating on water.

It didn't make much noise when swimming in the river. From a distance, it looked like just a piece of rag floating on the river!
"I do have some tricks..."

Seeing this, Song Feng gently leaned on the rattan stick in his hand, looking as if he found it interesting.

Finally, as the fisherman continued to stir the river bank and swam in the water, he was looking for the trace of the little white dragon of the Yangtze River.

Suddenly, a wave appeared in the water:
"Wow!"

The next moment, a man in shorts and holding a harpoon in his hand came out on the waves.

Although he was underwater from the waist down.

But the way he walked on the waves, coupled with the fork in his hand, made him look like the patrolling sea yaksha.

"You are such a good fisherman! I was looking for trouble with you, but I didn't expect you to seek your own death!"

"Since you have entered the Yangtze River today, you can't leave as you came. It's a good opportunity to kill you, which can also be regarded as a merit for me!"

When it comes to this, the little white dragon of the Yangtze River just steps on the water, and then it moves forward rapidly as if being swept by a wave.

"Crash..."

He held a fork in his hand and moved extremely fast, just like the warrior in the underwater Dragon Palace, incredibly fast.

(End of this chapter)