Ink panel: Hunting the sun and surveying the sky from the bow.

Chapter 120: The accomplices come down the mountain, no taboos

Linfeng Hall, study.

A wisp of green smoke slowly rose from a golden bronze incense burner, exuding the lingering scent of sandalwood.

Suddenly there was a disturbance of green smoke.

Shen Qing walked in from the gate: "Master, you called me?"

Li Linfeng turned around from the desk and placed a folded golden vest in front of Shen Qing.

"This is?"

"This is a precious golden silk robe that will not rot in water or burn in fire. Take it with you and wear it to protect yourself."

Shen Qing took the golden silk robe. The garment was as thin as gauze and felt cold to the touch.

The gold threads on it are interwoven together, extremely delicate, and exude a golden luster. You can tell at first glance that it is not an ordinary item.

He was a little surprised that his uncle, the hall master, gave it to him so generously.

Shen Qing did not show any shyness. After accepting it, he said gratefully, "Thank you, Master."

Then, Li Linfeng took out two porcelain bottles and gave them to Shen Qing, saying, "This one is the Qi and Blood Pill from the Yamen, which can consolidate Qi and blood and increase your cultivation, which is just right for your skin training. There are twenty pills in total, and I'll keep five for you; the other bottle is Huixin Pill, which can prolong your life at a critical moment, so take them with you as well."

Shen Qing knew that Linfengtang was not well-off at the moment, and it was extremely difficult to give these things.

But you can never have too much of good things.

Shen Qing also accepted them all.

Li Linfeng said with a dull look, "There are so many things going on in the hall right now. I have limited energy now, so I can't help you much. You should pay more attention to it yourself."

"I see."

Li Linfeng waved his hand, looking a little tired, and sat back in his seat.

Shen Qing clasped his fists and walked out of the study.

A lot of things have happened in Linfeng Hall now, and it is in chaos.

Shen Qing couldn't help here, so he simply planned to go back to his residence and make some preparations for going up the mountain tomorrow morning.

When he walked into the inner courtyard, he happened to see Li Lingchan, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

At this time, she was wearing tight clothes and busying herself with others to take care of the funeral affairs of her fellow disciples.

Li Lingchan seemed to have noticed something and glanced at Shen Qing.

But she quickly looked away, as if she was afraid that looking at him any longer would cause him to misunderstand.

Without any extra expression, Li Lingchan buried her head in her own work.

Shen Qing smiled and didn't care at all.

As the sun gradually sets, the clouds in the sky turn from golden yellow to orange-red.

Night falls quietly, shrouding the whole world in darkness.

A day flies by in the blink of an eye.

Eldest sister Shen Fang knew that Shen Qing was going on a long journey and would stay for a few more days, so she prepared a lot of dry food, packed up her clothes for overnight changes, tied them into a bundle, and placed them in Shen Qing's room, chattering on and on about many things.

Shen Qing did not show any impatience and agreed to all of them.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, he practiced the Nine Revolutions Profound Art, Dragon Roar Iron Shirt and other skills several times to increase his progress in cultivation.

It was midnight when Shen Qing slowly exhaled and walked to the eight-immortals table in the living room.

At this time, fish, ganoderma lucidum, ginseng and other items were placed on the table, and there was even a precious soup made from tiger king penis and jade deer tendons.

Ever since Li Linfeng told him that the Leather Tempering Realm required cultivation through "eating", Shen Qing would think of ways to eat all kinds of tonic foods every day, without interruption.

Even had an extra midnight snack.

Because of this, his cultivation level has been improving rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye during this period of time.

"These days, I always feel hungry after practicing. This means that my body's strength is increasing faster than the speed at which I absorb essence. The hungrier I am, the faster my strength is increasing."

"It's just that I spend money too quickly. I almost spend a hundred taels just on food. I have to find a way to make more money and power in the future."

Shen Qing picked up the leg of an unknown animal and began to chew it viciously.

After a while, all the food on the table was eaten.

Shen Qing felt as if his whole body was immersed in a hot spring. He felt warm all over, and waves of essence seeped from the inside to the outside, making his skin flushed.

He hurriedly practiced the martial arts he had learned once more, looked at the rapidly increasing values ​​on the ink panel, and rested contentedly.

……

At the same time, dozens of miles away, Shicheng Mountain.

In an unknown dense forest, there were shadows and a bloody glow.

If you look closely, you will see pairs of eyes floating in the dense forest.

Among this group of shadows, a large and colorful tiger was crawling on the ground, breathing heavily.

Its breathing was very rhythmic, three long and one short, repeating over and over again, and its body was covered with the faint moonlight.

After an unknown amount of time, the tiger opened its eyes and spoke in human language, "After continuously eating people, my cultivation seems to have improved a lot. As a demon, eating people is indeed the only way to cultivate."

As it spoke, it used its claws to tear a human arm from behind and threw it into its mouth.

The creaking sound of bones and flesh breaking continued to echo from the woods, which was creepy.

Gulu.

The mottled tiger stretched its neck and made a swallowing motion, its eyes flashing with a faint green light, an anthropomorphic enjoyment showing on its face, and its fur glowing metallically in the moonlight.

After a while, the big tiger stood up, opened its bloody mouth, and let out an arrogant roar, the sound was as loud as thunder.

Invisible air waves spread out in all directions like ripples, with it as the center.

Wherever the air wave passed, the leaves rustled and the branches shook violently, as if they had experienced a violent storm.

Hundreds of ghosts in the forest were shocked by the roar and covered their ears with painful expressions.

At this moment, their faces were filled with fear, and their eyes were flashing with terror. Under the impact of this gust of air, their bodies were shaky and seemed to be blown away at any time.

After a long time, the tiger finally stopped roaring contentedly and walked down the mountain.

"The foot of the mountain has been quite lively lately, so I can have a good meal again. It would be best if I could meet a woman with a higher level of cultivation, because then her meat would be tender and firm, and very delicious."

The mottled tiger, like a calf, glanced at the many minions and said in a low and majestic voice: "From today on, I want more rations, more, more! Mr. Benshan, remove your restrictions now and capture someone for me. If anyone comes up empty-handed, I will use their food to fill my stomach."

Its gaze swept across the minions, and every minion touched by its gaze felt a chill rising from the bottom of their hearts.

"Yes, Shanjun!"

All the ghosts wandering in the forest lowered their heads towards the mottled tiger and responded in fear.

"When the accomplices come down the mountain, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

The mottled tiger growled, and the red light in the eyes of hundreds of minions suddenly faded a little.

Amidst the roars, the ghosts marched forward in a mighty force, sweeping down the mountain like a torrent and disappearing into the night.

At the foot of the mountain, there is a village that has been destroyed by the tiger monster.

Among the broken walls, many martial artists who were ordered to kill the tiger lit a bonfire and formed a circle.

The night wind howled, the bonfire swayed constantly, and the light and shadows danced on everyone's faces.

Martial artist Bao Renliang used branches to poke the bonfire, making it burn more vigorously.

Others sat around and chatted.

It's called idle chatting, but in fact it's mostly complaints.

"There used to be 30 or 40 tiger families in this village, but now there is no one left. They were all eaten by the tiger monster. I really don't know what the county magistrate is thinking. Why don't they take action?"

Martial artist Bao Renliang threw a half-damp piece of wood into the bonfire, muttering to himself.

Another bearded martial artist put his index finger on his lips to make a hushed gesture, raised his chin towards the house and said, "The people from the Weiwu Division are inside, keep your voice down."

"I'm afraid he might plot against me."

The bearded martial artist lowered his voice and said, "I heard that the county magistrate had some problems with his training recently, and he wanted to use this incident to reduce the strength of the gangs and martial arts schools in the society to prevent anyone from causing trouble."

A hint of surprise flashed in the eyes of martial artist Bao Renliang: "Is there such a thing?"

The bearded martial artist continued, "I heard about it, too. I don't know if it's true or not, so just take it as an excuse. I also heard that the county magistrate has spent a lot of money on the operation. As long as nothing goes wrong during his two-year term, he will be transferred to another wealthy place for sure."

"Damn, this bastard official."

The bearded martial artist was about to say something else when suddenly a few white shadows flashed by not far away, and a gust of cold wind whistled over, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He looked back and suddenly felt a chill on the tip of his nose.

A white and distorted human face was staring at him, very close to him.

His heart felt like someone was squeezing it, and his feet felt like they were nailed firmly by something, unable to move.

The bearded martial artist kept hitting behind him with his hands, but to no avail. He was quickly dragged into the darkness and let out a scream.

Only a shrill echo was left, reverberating over the silent village.

Finally the sound stopped.

Peace returned to the mountain village.

The other martial artists were stunned by this sudden change. They drew their weapons and looked around vigilantly.

However, apart from the whistling night wind and the flickering flames, there was no other unusual movement.

Where the bearded man disappeared just now, there were only traces of being dragged away.

"what?"

"Old Wang's cultivation is one of the best among us. How come he disappeared in the blink of an eye?"

Bao Renliang, who was among the crowd, remained calm and walked to the traces.

He squatted down under the gaze of others, and with a serious look he looked along the traces on the ground into the depths of the darkness.

Just as he was concentrating, a bloody, pale face suddenly rushed out.

"It's the minions... the minions of the tiger demon are coming!" Bao Renliang was so scared that he squatted on the ground, his face changed drastically and he said, "Come in quickly!"

He hasn't finished yet.

There was another scream behind him.

Another martial artist was grabbed by the feet by the ghost and dragged into the darkness, disappearing in an instant.

"Die!"

A martial artist stepped forward and punched the black shadow.

But the virtual image seemed to be non-existent and passed him by.

At the moment when he lost consciousness, the ghost behind him floated behind him and grabbed his heart with one hand.

The body of this martial artist seemed to be made of paper, and a bright red heart was grabbed out by the ghost.

"Go inside. These minions can only be hurt by strong energy. Let the officers from the Ministry of Defense handle them."

The others held torches and filed into the room.

The person walking at the end made up his mind and threw the torch far away.

Light dispels darkness.

In a quick glance, everyone saw clearly that the two martial artists who were dragged had their internal organs pulled out and spilled all over the floor.

There were no less than ten white shadows around them, staring at them with bloodshot eyes, all rushing towards them, making their scalps tingle.

"what!"

All the minions rushed forward.

The mountain village in the night fell into silence after a while.

(End of this chapter)