Wrongly practicing evil skills, imitating the laws of nature.

Chapter 181 A ghost in a deserted temple on a rainy night? (please order)
Chen Qi felt a uterine cold, a severe uterine cold.

As a man, he obviously didn't have a palace, but at this moment, this word was the only one in his mind.

He is a man who has achieved many brilliant victories, but he also understands women.

He felt like he had turned into a woman, with an extra uterus out of thin air, and suffered from an unprecedented uterine coldness, so severe that his whole body was shaking from the cold.

In a trance, he felt like he was exhaling a white cold air.

Afterwards, Chen Qi was horrified to find that the Yang Energy he had absorbed for many years was disappearing, and he became extremely cold and gloomy again.

Then, there was pain.

It was as if I had an extra meridian out of nowhere, and that meridian was extremely painful.

Dysmenorrhea?

Cold uterus and dysmenorrhea?
Chen Qi was in great fear.

Back then, the Crazy Woman in the Red Mansion sucked all the Yang energy out of his body, destroying the yin and yang in his body, making him extremely cold and gloomy. He was able to survive and return to normal only by absorbing the Yang energy of the villagers in Heishan Village.

But now, when the moonlight entered his body, the yang energy in his body was quickly dissipated, and his whole body returned to his extremely cold and gloomy physique.

No, it's worse than before!

Chen Qi suddenly woke up.

He, he must absorb Yang energy immediately.

If we let Yuehua continue to cause harm like this, people will die!

Chen Qi waved his hands, trying to use his skills to fly towards the village, but he quickly fell down.

His body had become stiff and the cold was eating into his bones.

Adding insult to injury!
This moonlight not only took him back to thirty years ago, but also made things worse!

At that time, he was almost killed after being sucked dry by the Crazy Lady in the Red Mansion. If it weren't for the sect's medicinal herbs, he would not have survived.

But now the situation is even more serious!
Chen Qi rushed towards Heishan Village with all his might.

He doesn't want to die!

He wants to live!
In order to survive, he sucked the entire Black Mountain Village to its core and was willing to destroy the village!

However, Chen Qi felt that the chill brought by the moonlight was still spreading, and his body was becoming more and more numb.

Suddenly, his foot slipped and he rolled down the hillside at a very fast speed.

There happened to be a tree at the foot of the hill.

There was only a loud and crisp sound, and countless branches were broken by Chen Qi's crotch, and he felt a sense of loss and pain.

With a click, he stopped and was hung on the branch like a skewer of barbecue.

Chen Qi wanted to move, but found that he couldn't.

His body was completely stiff!
No, I won’t die here!

Chen Qi struggled, but there was no reaction except that two birds that were scared away by him dropped a pile of shit on his head.

Last night he had a reaction when he sucked Li Sangou, but today he had no reaction at all.

My hands and feet are no longer under my control!

Two lines of tears slid down from Chen Qi's dark eyes.

He knew he was going to die!

He was a rare genius in cultivation. He had endured decades of hard work and absorbed the wisdom of three generations of people in Black Mountain Village. He was about to return to the top, but he was going to die!
He is unwilling to give up!

He hates it so much!

That green-haired guy who teaches the standing meditation technique must have a horrible death!
So, the Black Mountain Demon Chen Qi died.

He died on a crooked tree, his body stiff.

It ended his rather hard and sinful life.

His body was clearly hard, but his chest was bulging slightly.

Under the moonlight, it was difficult to tell the male from the female.

The next day, some villagers found Chen Qi's body and were terrified.

Because his pale appearance really made him look like a monster or a ghost. At first glance, he looked like a ghost that committed suicide on a tree. It would be strange if he wasn't scary.

On this day, Duan Yun and the Murong brothers had already arrived at the border between Qingzhou and Leizhou.

The road ahead was not easy, especially when meeting the lazy brother Murong, it became even more tiring.

Now the two of them were sitting in a teahouse drinking tea and listening to a storyteller.

This teahouse was converted from an abandoned post station. It is far from any village or shop, but passers-by can have a cup of hot tea and listen to a book here, which is a rare enjoyment during a long and tiring journey.

The tea was coarse, the teahouse was also very simple, and the storyteller's level was even more average.

At least in terms of creating an atmosphere, he is far inferior to Lao Guo.

The stories told are not as exciting as those told by Duan Lao Mo.

The storyteller was telling a story about the Five Tigers Beheading Sect returning to the top of the martial arts world, and Duan Yun and the Murong brothers both fell asleep while listening to it.

Duan Yun once thought that he had returned to the math class in his previous life. He couldn't stop the sleepiness that came over him.

Ahead, a large area has already fallen asleep.

At this time, a swordsman finally couldn't bear it anymore and slammed the table, saying, "You're talking about a hammer book, give me something dirty!"

"hurry up!"

"Otherwise I'll chop you to death, you Muggle!"

As he spoke, his sword was already unsheathed.

People who practice martial arts all have some problems to a certain extent, and a bad temper is the most common one.

Seeing the swordsman suddenly go crazy, the people in the teahouse not only did not retreat, but seemed a little excited.

Finally there’s something to watch!

Isn’t this more exciting than listening to books?

Of course, some people were asleep and still snoring.

At this time, the gray-haired storyteller stopped, looked at the swordsman, and said seriously: "I don't know how to talk about dirty things."

His toughness made the swordsman, who had already drawn his sword, stunned for a moment.

"Then change your fucking story!"

The swordsman wanted to give the storyteller a way out and said.

“I only know this one story.”

The storyteller replied coldly.

The swordsman gave him face, but he seemed to give him no face at all.

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers couldn't help but worry for him, because this swordsman looked like a man with a bad temper.

"Damn it!"

Sure enough, there was a flash of knife, like lightning, and it struck the storyteller's head directly.

You know what, this knife was a little beyond the expectations of Duan Yun and Murong brothers.

Because the underworld likes scumbags, most of whom have mediocre martial arts and are cannon fodder.

But this swordsman is obviously an excellent swordsman.

The knife is fast and powerful.

Duan Yun was just about to strike out with his jade sword to rescue, but the situation suddenly changed.

The powerful and swift knife force suddenly stopped because the storyteller raised his hand and clamped the blade with two fingers.

The next moment, an even more terrifying and powerful fist attacked!

With a bang, the swordsman's head was shattered and he fell to the ground. He was breathing more in than out and was dead.

I didn't expect that this storyteller was actually an expert. Judging from the force of this punch, he should be at the level of Tongyou Realm.

This is how the world is. If you want to kill others, you may also be killed by others.

Someone swiftly dragged the swordsman out, and the storyteller continued his story.

At this moment, the listeners who had been sleeping soundly before woke up and listened to this slightly boring story seriously, even more seriously than they listened to their father's teachings.

Because after that one punch, the storyteller clearly became bloodthirsty.

After that, the storyteller finished the book and left.

The crowd then started talking, and some people exclaimed that it was really exciting.

I didn't expect that a clumsy storyteller could kill a violent swordsman with one punch.

The couple in front of Duan Yun should have known something, so they didn't seem that surprised.

"How pitiful! The leader of the Five Tigers Beheading Sect actually went insane and turned into a storyteller, and has been telling stories for decades." The man sighed.

"Who told Sect Master Li to put all his efforts on one disciple? His disciple Chen Qi was indeed a rare genius in cultivation decades ago. He was the person who had the greatest hope of bringing the Five Tigers Beheading Sect back to its peak. Unfortunately, when he was at the peak of his career, he was sucked into a useless person by the elders of the Red Tower.

Sect Master Li treated Chen Qi as his own son. Even when Chen Qi's Yang Qi was completely sucked away, he still didn't give up. As the head of a sect, he humbled himself in the Jinyang Sect, gave away the sect's treasure as a gift, and even gave away his own daughter as a concubine, just to ask for a Jinyang Pill to save Chen Qi.

It was not easy to get it, but on the way to get treatment, Chen Qi mysteriously disappeared, and no one saw him alive or dead."

"Master Li's hair turned white overnight, and he went insane. He even abandoned the sect and talked about how he and his beloved disciple led the Five Tigers Beheading Sect back to the top of the martial arts world day and night.

The Five Tigers Headless Sect had already been taken over by the White Socks Sect several years ago, and this old man's fantasy had really come true."

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers did not expect that this old storyteller had such a sad past.

"So Chen Qi is really gone?"

"It's been decades, and there's been no news. He must be dead. It's said that he jumped off a cliff and committed suicide. No trace of his body has been found."

Duan Yun and the Murong brothers finished their tea and continued on their way.

This was just a small incident on their journey.

This story he heard was of no help in any other way except that it made Young Master Duan more determined to wipe out the entire family of the crazy woman in the Red Tower.

Their main destination this time is to rescue the brothers and sisters of the Qiongling Sect, and then to explore the secrets of the Leigong Laomu Sect and destroy the entire Leigong Laomu Sect.

As for the Crazy Woman in the Red Mansion, if you meet her, you will naturally kill her. If you don’t meet her, you will have to find another time to wipe out her entire family.

There is no way. Although Young Master Duan is full of energy, he only has a pair of hands and a pair of feet. His schedule is too full and he cannot make time for it.

Boom!

Following a burst of thunder, heavy rain began to fall from the sky.

It was quite new for Duan Yun to see thunder and rain like this in winter.

But this also means that they have arrived in Leizhou.

Leizhou has many thunderclouds and thunder all year round, which is why the Leigong and Laomu sects are stationed here.

Although they had many experiences of traveling, and the Murong brothers were old hands, they still could not change the situation where they were maliciously directed and often took detours.

Look, on this rainy day, there is no village in front and no shop behind, and even the road is very narrow.

Brother Murong's face was blown crooked by the wind and rain, and he complained: "See, see, I said to believe the beautiful woman, but you insisted to believe the child. You are on the wrong path."

The horse was frightened and ran too fast, and the cover of the carriage was cut off by a branch lying across the road, so Duan Yun became a drowned chicken.

"That kid looks quite well-educated, but I didn't know he was giving blind directions. Doesn't it be said in the underworld that the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie?" Duan Yun complained.

"What do you mean the more beautiful the more likely they are to lie? I think you are prejudiced against beautiful women! She is so beautiful and wears so little, it's not an exaggeration to say that she is a living Bodhisattva. How can a living Bodhisattva lie to you? You deserve to get wet in the rain!" said the Murong brothers angrily.

Brother Murong has only one principle when traveling in the martial arts world: those who are not good-looking are definitely not good people because their appearance reflects their heart. Those who are good-looking are most likely good people.

"Come on, let's find a place to hide from the rain first." Duan Yun said.

At this moment, with a thud, holes appeared on the narrow mud road and the wheels sank into them again.

Duan Yun got off the carriage and lifted up the wheel track.

In the thunderstorm, everything around was white, and there were weeds on both sides of the road.

The hole on the road was very deep and not small, as if it had been dug out by something.

Because there were too many potholes and they were afraid that the horses would sprain their ankles, the Murong brothers, pulling the cart like horses, and Duan Yun, carrying the horse on his shoulders, soon appeared on the road.

Brother Murong was pulling the cart while complaining: "Brother Murong has been lazy for several years, and today he is being treated like a beast of burden."

At this time, Duan Yun suddenly pointed upwards and said, "Look, is there a house over there?"

Brother Murong pulled the cart and looked over, and said in surprise: "It looks like a temple."

"Go! Go!"

There is a saying in the martial arts world: It is better to sleep in a desolate graveyard at night than to stay in an ancient temple at night.

First, according to legend, abandoned ancient temples are places abandoned by gods and Buddhas. Not only will the gods no longer bless them, but they are more likely to become a paradise for demons and monsters. In many vernacular novels, there are often stories about scholars being eaten by demons and monsters because they stayed overnight in ancient temples.

Secondly, the abandoned ancient temple is likely to be a hideout for bandits with bad intentions. If ordinary people go in, they may easily become sheep among wolves.

Fortunately, brothers Duan Yun and Murong are not ordinary people.

They are real young heroes!
How could a young man be afraid of bandits!

It would be best if they could meet some extremely heinous bandits, so that they could kill them all, enforce justice, and pick up some ill-gotten gains as travel expenses.

Yes, before entering this dilapidated temple, they even expected there to be some bad guys here.

unfortunately
The dilapidated temple had been abandoned for a long time. There was no human figure inside except for some big spiders and spider webs similar to the one in the Pansi Cave.

But anyway, we can barely take shelter from the rain here.

Only the lower half of the Buddha statue in the temple remained, covered with moss.

It was not yet night, but with heavy rain and thunder, the sky and the earth were dark.

The heavy rain in winter is even worse than that in summer. My clothes seem to be covered with frost and have become much harder.

I originally wanted to burn some firewood to dry clothes, but the rotten windows and wooden doors around me were all wet and could not be lit at all. Even if I did light it, the smoke was greater than the fire.

"Come on! Brother, you can use your standing meditation skills now." Duan Yun said.

The Murong brothers lay on the ground, their Qi circulating around them.

In an instant, his body became hot and white smoke came out of his wet clothes.

So at first glance, he looked like a dryer.

Since practicing "The True Meaning of the Jade Sword", Brother Murong has been looking up to the sky for a while. Finally, he gradually found the trick and knew how to draw the fire in his abdomen to the surroundings, so that the whole body can share this terrifying heat.

Today, the Murong brothers are like a branding iron, bringing warmth.

Duan Yun also put his clothes and pants on him to dry.

"Take off your underwear!"

The Murong brothers threw Duan Yun's wet underwear over with disgust.

Duan Yun couldn't help but complain: "Stingy."

This is a side hall of the ancient temple. In the entire small temple, the structure of the house is relatively complete.

However, the thick branches of a big tree pierced through the roof, so from here, the entire top of the temple seemed to be covered with several giant pythons, which was quite eerie in this gloomy weather.

The Murong brothers were circulating relatively hot Qi, and even the horses knew this and quietly moved closer to keep warm.

After a while, the clothes on the Murong brothers and some not-so-wet wood had been dried.

Duan Yun started to make a fire and boil tea.

To be honest, it’s pretty nice to have a place like this to hide from the rain and drink tea on a rainy day.

But suddenly, Brother Murong, who was lying there fine, suddenly jumped up like a gecko and almost hit Duan Yun's feet.

Duan Yun was surprised and asked, "What are you doing?"

"There's a ghost!"

Brother Murong looked at a certain place on the roof and said.

When the wind blew, the flames swayed, and the whole room suddenly became flickering.
(End of this chapter)