Small town adventure

Chapter 271 Don't Come Over!

"Daoist Qingyang!" The old man let out a low voice, knocked the big smoke pot on his shoes, and was about to rush into the village. When he reached the crooked neck tree, he heard the man in front of him shouting from afar. Shouted: "Don't come over!"

The voice was very hoarse, obviously lacking in confidence, it didn't quite sound like the voice of Taoist Master Qingyang.

However, the old man stopped in his tracks and stood there in a daze.

Shui'er took a closer look at the person who was walking hard, feeling suspicious, because she couldn't recognize the person in front of her now, so she just shouted excitedly at the person: "Excuse me, are you the Taoist priest of Qingyang?" ?"

The man didn't answer, but still lowered his head, and moved towards the two people with difficulty. The reason why he said he was moving was because both legs of the person in front of him seemed to be injured, and his body was covered with blood. Only by using the sword in my hand as a walking stick can I barely make it.

That person was getting closer and closer, Shui'er finally saw that person clearly, apart from the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand, which could prove that he was Qingyang Daoist Priest, nothing else seemed to be enough to explain it.

At this moment, Taoist Master Qingyang's hair was loose, and at some point, his hair and beard were half white, completely covering his entire face.The Taoist robe on her body looked comparable to that of a beggar Hanako. Not to mention tattered, it was also terribly dirty, as if she had rolled back and forth in the dirt a lot.

For such a short distance, Qingyang Daochang walked for more than half an hour before arriving in front of the two people. Shui'er and the old man hurried over to support him.

As soon as they grabbed his arm, the two of them felt a sudden sinking in their hands. Daoist Qingyang knelt on the ground, and opened his mouth to spurt out a big mouthful of black blood, which was more than one meter away.

"Daozhang! What's wrong with you?" Shui'er exclaimed.

Daoist Qingyang took a few breaths one after another, choking a lot of blood from his nose, he didn't have time to pay attention to these two people.

After being silent for a while, Daoist Qingyang fumbled around his body with trembling hands, and finally found a delicate small bottle from his bosom, but he still couldn't grab it and dropped it to the ground.

Shui'er quickly picked it up, poured out three pills the size of soybeans from the bottle, and handed them to Daoist Qingyang.

"Daoist, do you want to eat this?"

Daoist Qingyang nodded feebly, and stretched out a finger, which meant to eat only one.

(End of this chapter)