The thin and slender figure in the mist was coughing and teetering on the verge of falling down at any time.
Chang Siguo had already ducked in front of the old woman, squatted down, and an ordinary white porcelain bowl appeared in his hand, which contained half a bowl of clear water scooped from the water tank in the bead space. The clear water in the bowl was transformed by his movements. Warm.
A remaining second-level Yiyuan Pill appeared in the palm of his left hand.
Taking the third-level elixir, he was worried that the old woman's frail body would not be able to withstand the impact of the medicine.
The few domineering and invincible monks he came into contact with, except for Madman Lu who was not very reliable, others like Yuan Kuo, Chen Kui, and Gu Liangtuo, who was arrogant at first and respectful at the end, all gave him the respect and care of a senior brother, and gave him Leaves a great impression.
This is what sect brothers should be like.
At present, he has not yet reached the Domineering Invincible Sect, but he has a great deal of recognition in his heart for this sect, which is famous for its dominance.
When he meets an old woman here who claims to be a domineering and invincible sect, can he turn a blind eye and not save her?
There is a difference between closeness and distance, and there are differences between inside and outside.
He must devote all his efforts to rescue and rescue.
The old woman was covered in a loose, shabby, dirty old white robe, and her face was covered with a black rag, as if she didn't want to show her ugliness to others. The skull-like forehead and palm bones made her look ugly. People are shocked.
After coughing for a while, the old woman's muddy old eyes were sunken into the sockets and almost dried up. She raised them slightly, with wrinkles like dead tree bark on her eyelids. She glanced at the strange monk squatting in front of her, but did not reach out to take the porcelain bowl or the life-saving potion. Pill.
The cough just now seemed to have consumed too much of her energy.
Several hoarse and weak sounds came from the old woman's throat.
Chang Siguo understood what the other party meant. He was indeed a former high-level monk, and he was very proud of himself.
Even if he is about to die, he will not accept inexplicable charity.
He came closer and whispered, "I am the gatekeeper of the second-character domineering and invincible sect. I have often thought about it. Please use some water and elixirs first, rest for a while, and recuperate your energy. Then we can talk again."
When the old woman heard what she said, there was a faint light in her eyes. Then she slowly stretched out her dark withered hand with no visible skin color, took the elixir that was brought to her mouth, and opened the mask at a very slow speed. Yijiao took the elixir into his mouth, then held onto the nearby water bowl tremblingly, and took two sips after a while.
Chang Siguo felt a slight push from the porcelain bowl in his hand, so he retracted his hand, placed the bowl on the ground in front of the old woman, stood up, walked and turned sideways, waiting patiently for the old woman to digest the medicine.
After about ten breaths, the old woman suddenly coughed violently again, spitting out most of the chewed pills, and most of the mask cloth that was in the way was wet.
Chang thought about it and his heart sank, he stepped forward and held the shoulders of the old woman who almost fell.
The tentacles were like a piece of cold, hard bone.
After a while, the old woman calmed down and said in a weak voice, "I can't do it. If you can escape, please take my Sumeru bag back to the sect."
The old woman shook out an equally dirty Xumi bag from her sleeve.
She no longer had the energy to interrogate the detailed origins of the person she entrusted to her. She originally stopped the person because she was thinking that she was going to die, so she entrusted the Sumeru bag to someone in case there was any hope of giving it away.
Chang Siguo took the bag and fell into deep thought.
Do you want to watch this domineering and invincible fellow sect member die here?
"Hu Buyan, that old guy mistakenly mistook me, so what if he has been practicing hard for more than 700 years?"
The old woman's sad and unwilling voice was like a gossamer, becoming increasingly inaudible and heart-wrenching.
Chang Siguo finally made up his mind, leaned over and whispered, "Senior, I will send you to a safe place. Whether you can survive or not depends on God's will. Don't resist."
Then with a thought, the old woman, whose consciousness was almost in a coma, was taken into the bead space.
He can't just die without saving someone. On the way to practice, he has always adhered to certain limits.
The old woman had no choice but to expose the secret of the Pearl Space.
With a backhand, he threw the body of the skinny old man that had been left in the bead space without a chance to deal with it to the ground where the old woman left, as if one person had replaced the other.
He learned the rules through the Square of the Beast Prison.
Regardless of whether it works or not, it’s not a hassle to give it a try.
As soon as the corpse landed on the ground, it began to decay at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the clothes and robes completely disappeared in just ten breaths.
He waited quietly for a while, not noticing that the giant ghost beast had issued a warning to him.
Chang Siguo then felt relieved and sent the porcelain bowl filled with water to the old woman in the bead space. He also left the last three Yiyuan Pills on the old woman beside him. Whether he could survive or not, it would only depend on the old woman. As for the woman herself, this is all he can do.
If he didn't lend a helping hand, even if the old woman didn't die now, she would definitely not be able to survive the next evil wind that would corrode her bones.
After seven hundred years of hard training, what kind of cultivation can you achieve?
Chang Siguo still had a small thought in his heart to save the old woman, one of his own, as a precaution against Mr. Meng.
There must be a big difference between his cultivation level and that of Mr. Meng. If he escapes from the outside world through the eruption of the water pool, once Mr. Meng regains some of his strength, he will attack him. He saved the old woman. Saving others is equivalent to saving himself, and he can also gain more. hope of saving his life.
The most difficult thing to predict in this world is the human heart and human nature.
Being prepared for a rainy day can be regarded as being prepared for any eventuality.
Walking slowly in the mist, farther and farther, I often think about it and become more and more frightened as I go.
How big of a ghost beast must this be to have such a large space in its belly?
I heard Huang Tian say that most of the Yin Fire Mountains are about the size of a sea bowl, translucent, and have no fixed shape. There is a green ghost fire in the middle, which is the energy core of the Yin Fire Mountain. They can be easily killed. Of course, they only defeat the Yin Soul. It turned into a yin wind, and not long after, the yin soul emerged from the yin wind.
Ghosts are not real ghosts, nor are they considered monsters. They are extremely difficult to kill in the dark wind.
Huang Tian couldn't explain why there was such a large-scale dark wind in the Chongshan area.
Chang Siguo looked back and saw that the place behind him had disappeared into the gray mist, so he stopped moving forward to avoid the trouble of losing his way back. He spent some time and slowly searched back to the vicinity of the waterhole.
Seeing that there were more than a dozen monks divided into several piles at the pool, some were arguing loudly, and Huang Tian's quarrel could be heard, so he walked over there.
There were also many monks who dispersed and approached the monk who was meditating in the mist in the distance, obviously inquiring about the situation here.
Seeing Chang Siguo approaching, many people pressed their sword hilts and looked on guard.
Some people took the initiative to greet them with a smile, such as the round-faced monk, Chang Siguo nodded slightly in response.
Huang Tian led the three of them out. When he saw Chang Siguo's questioning eyes, he laughed, glanced at the people who were retreating, and whispered, "That villain took advantage of me being alone and attacked me under the cover of the two of them." , the sword just pierced the back of my heart, then with a swish, disappeared without a trace, the other two guys were so scared, hehe, they still wanted to argue with me, bah, what the hell."
He is wearing a set of robes, which can protect him even if the law is forbidden here. He will not be easily attacked and stabbed from behind with a sword, otherwise he would not dare to take risks.
Chang Siguo didn't care about the specific details, calculated mentally but not intentionally. Those who don't know the rules here will definitely suffer a big loss. He smiled and said, "Evil will be rewarded with evil. This is very good."
In fact, in the eyes of others, he is an out-and-out evil person, and his appearance is extremely oppressive.
No one dared to speak out for fear of causing unnecessary trouble.
Huang Tian spent a lot of time and used the rules of this place to send away the villain who wanted to retaliate with kindness. He felt relieved immediately. He was an outgoing person and liked to make friends, so he introduced three of his acquaintances to Chang Siguo.
The three people deliberately lowered their posture to talk.
Chang Siguo said a few words of politeness, then made excuses, said goodbye and returned to Mr. Meng.
He doesn't want to have too deep interactions with other people here. If he has feelings, it will be a bond that is difficult to let go if he really wants to escape. It would be better to stay indifferent from the beginning and not have any intersection.
Mr. Meng had made it very obvious and only took the two of them to escape.
If there are too many, it will definitely be a burden.
This circle lasted for about half an hour. At this time, I saw Mr. Meng again meditating with his eyes closed. Chang Siguo found that Mr. Meng's skinny face had a trace of ruddy color and was no longer as withered.
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