"What's this?"
In the barren mountain, Jiang Jiang saw this scene, and a little surprise appeared on his stiff face.
In the distance, a swordsman in a yellow skirt who was tinkering with the strings of the guzheng turned his head and looked over, frowning:
"Poison? Or curse?"
In the eyes of the second "spirit", Ji Ping'an's eyebrows were now black, his face was pale, his breath was visibly falling, and he was becoming weak, as if he was seriously ill.
Ji Ping'an looked calm:
"They are all, it should be some kind of curse in the form of corpse poison attached to the remains of the magician. My judgment came true. The person behind the incident that swept the entire Sanhuang County was within the Four Saints Sect. , I’m afraid it’s already close to us.”
Swordsman Huang Ying lived in a distant era and had no understanding of the "Four Saints", but she was very aware of the power of the "Founder of the Demonic Way".
At this moment, I picked up the guzheng, walked over with a fluttering yellow skirt, and raised my brows:
"So you asked those people to leave before to mislead the pursuers? Speaking of which, you didn't look surprised at all. Did you expect it?"
Ji Ping'an nodded. He had a premonition that he would be in trouble when he did the horoscope, but it would also be accompanied by opportunities.
Just like this corpse poison curse, if you have to avoid it, there is no chance at all, but you will miss some "opportunities".
Therefore, Ji Ping'an was well prepared for the disaster he would suffer this time:
"Hurry up and get on the road. Darknet killers can only take part of the opponent's energy, but as long as they are not stupid, they will always guess that I may be heading to Yuhang. So, the next battle is whether I will be caught first or I will be caught first." Arrived in Yuhang."
As he spoke, he stood up with his weak body and sealed the "iron catcher" into the Taoist scriptures.
Then he took out a "peace charm" with medicinal fragrance from the brocade bag and put it on his neck - this is a magic weapon that can greatly reduce curses, poisons and other buffs.
Sure enough, as soon as the Peace Talisman was activated, Ji Ping'an's aura improved visibly with the naked eye, but it was still not as good as his peak state.
In order to avoid being caught by the Four Saints, one person and two spirits did not take the official road, but rushed northwest along the path.
Jiang Jiang did not go back, but floated beside him with a book in his hands, watching carefully.
Huang Ying followed with her guzheng in her arms and asked curiously:
"What are you looking at?"
Miss Qi Ling, who was wearing a witch costume, spoke calmly:
"There are many books about the Four Sacred Religions in my bamboo house."
If the stars return, it means that some of the "high-level people" of the Four Holy Religions have reincarnated and returned.
It can be judged from several past experiences that the "Four Holy Leaders" are not only inviting other reborn people to join in some way, but also recalling their original "team" one step ahead of schedule.
Jiang Jiang felt that it was necessary to look through the history of the teaching staff and make up for it.
Huang Ying came over curiously and read:
"The Great Protector... Hey, why did you get over it? Saint Xue Ji... the devil's sect and the saint?"
Jiang Jiang corrected: "Witch."
Huang Ying marveled:
"Hey, this book says that Xue Ji once took a tonic from the Imperial Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty for seven days and seven nights. Is it true or false? This Imperial Master must not be turned into medicine hahaha."
A bad joke from Sword Spirit.
Jiang Jiang turned his head and looked at Ji Pingan:
"Do you know?"
"..." Ji Ping'an was silent for a moment, and a poisonous-tongued woman as pale as snow, with smooth and cold skin appeared in his memory.
And the fluttering curtains on the huge bed, and the heavy snow outside the window that year, and the white hands running through the black hair.
I don’t know if Xue Ji is also reborn.
He was a little distracted, and then he shook his head:
"How do I know this? But I don't think so. What I mean is that both parties have never exceeded the rules."
Huang Ying sneered:
"A hot-blooded man and a lonely woman are left alone on the same bed for so many days. What else can they do besides that?"
"Talk about life, talk about ideals." Ji Pingan said casually.
"Huh?" Huang Ying had a question mark on her head, and Jiang Jiang also expressed doubts.
Ji Ping'an didn't bother to explain. People misunderstood him a lot and he was already used to it.
At this time, he suddenly drew his sword out of its sheath and chopped off an iron corpse that suddenly jumped out from the bushes. He saw dirt and blood splattering, and the broken iron corpse crawled towards him.
Ji Ping'an frowned, realizing that the magician's broken arm was attracting the Iron Corpse. Even though there was a layer of Taoism between them, it was still having an effect.
The new wind is biting.
He wiped the blood off the sword's blade, looked at the dark mountains ahead, and realized that this trip would not go smoothly.
…
The journey that followed was exactly as Ji Ping'an expected.
In order to avoid the pursuers, he chose a small road, which greatly slowed down his journey. As he continued to move forward, the number of times he encountered iron corpses also increased.
In addition, the "Iron Catcher" needs to be re-sealed every once in a while, and the curse is always applied at an opportunity. Even with Ji Ping'an's saving of physical strength, it is still difficult to stop the decrease in spiritual energy in the sea of qi.
The "peace charm" on his body became increasingly dim, his head felt dizzy, and his body felt heavy.
He even fought with the Iron Corpse several times and was almost injured by the latter.
Huang Ying took action several times, and the sword energy left in the guzheng became increasingly scarce and the spirit was illusory. Ji Ping'an took it into Taoist scriptures and ordered him and Jiang Jiang to suppress the "Iron Catcher".
What makes matters worse is:
Due to lack of feed and fright along the way, the horse donated by Pei also suffered from diarrhea after accidentally eating weeds.
Finally one evening, he fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, his eyes were as big as bells, and he looked like he would not survive.
Ji Ping'an stood by the roadside, dragging his sick body and looking at the horse. He was silent for a moment, then turned around and looked into the depths of the forest:
"Come out."
In the forest, a slender masked man dressed as a Jianghu man walked out, holding a long and narrow knife in his hand, and smiled:
"I didn't expect that he is already so weak and yet so sharp."
Ji Ping'an looked at the other party for a moment and asked:
"Four Holy Religions?"
The masked warrior looked around him, seeming a little confused:
"Did you take away the bronze corpse at the foot of Qidun Mountain?"
In order to pursue and intercept them, the Great Protector dispersed the church elites and pursued different targets based on the guidance of the "gu worms" provided by the rickety old man.
The masked martial artist was not a reborn person. He was originally a loose person wanted by the government in the world. He later joined the Four Holy Cults and followed the Gu worms to arrive here. The expected bronze corpse or coffin was nowhere to be seen.
Ji Ping'an didn't answer.
The masked warrior smiled and said:
"If you don't tell me, I will have to arrest you and interrogate you."
He had seen that the person in front of him was obviously weak and that he was cursed, and he was confident that he could capture him alone.
Ji Ping'an still didn't answer, but silently drew out the ancient sword from his waist.
The masked warrior smiled lowly, without any nonsense or discussion.
At this moment, his knees sank first, and then his figure smashed into the air, leaning forward and running towards the ground.
At the same time, with a flick of his thumb, the long and narrow scabbard fell off, and a flash of bright sword light instantly cut through Ji Ping'an's neck!
No!
It's an afterimage!
The masked martial artist's heart trembled. He was surprised by the opponent's reaction. In his weak state, Ji Ping'an swayed at the critical moment and barely avoided the sword. At the same time, he gently held out the sword in his hand.
"Ding!"
The masked warrior swung his sword to block, his body sank, and spun around Ji Ping'an's waist. However, this sword also failed, and all it struck was still an afterimage.
Then, the two started a close combat.
The masked warrior became more and more frightened as he fought. The person in front of him just moved around and used the minimum strength to avoid his killing moves again and again.
Although the counterattack was just a seemingly random stab or slash, Ji Ping'an didn't have enough strength to swing the sword due to his weakness, but he always hit his weakest point.
Uncomfortable!
Extremely uncomfortable!
"Where did this monster come from? When was there such a person in the world?"
The masked warrior was shocked, but the movements in his hands became more and more fierce.
Beads of sweat gradually formed on Ji Ping'an's forehead.
He was not an iron man. Carrying the curse of weakness, he kept suppressing the "Iron Catcher" and kept rushing. At this moment, he was indeed very weak and tired.
Although he can use every ounce of spiritual energy to the limit and fight in the most energy-saving way.
However, facing the fight of the Four Saints, he still gradually felt tired. The remaining spiritual essence in the Qi Sea was close to being exhausted, which made his eyesight become a little dark.
Anyone else, even the geniuses of the five major sects, would definitely make mistakes when faced with this state, but Ji Ping'an's movements were flawless, like a machine, and the rhythm was not messed up at all.
Being on the verge of despair and surrounded by dangers is an extremely difficult situation for any monk.
But for him, who has lived for a thousand years, he is already very familiar with this exhausted and weak state.
"call……"
The cold wind blew past a fallen leaf, which was disturbed by the wind of his sword just right, changing its falling trajectory and briefly blocking the masked warrior's perspective.
Only for a moment.
That's enough.
"puff!"
Ji Ping'an suddenly squeezed out the last trace of spiritual essence in the Qi Sea and pierced the opponent's ribs with the sword blade. At the same time, wisps of white starlight turned into thunder and lightning and penetrated into the meridians of the Four Saints.
The latter's heart felt like a heavy hammer, his vision went black for a while, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, and when his body fell, his neck "just happened" to cross Ji Ping'an's sword blade that had been hanging in the air.
"Well--"
The masked warrior covered his neck with both hands, but he couldn't stop the blood from gushing out. He stared in disbelief at the extremely weak young man in front of him, and fell to the ground with a general sound.
A cold wind blew across the earth.
Ji Pingan was exhausted, sat down weakly, and then lay on the ground tiredly, panting heavily, sweat rolling down his forehead.
Since his rebirth in this life, this is the first time he has been so weak and embarrassed.
But no one knew that this was the result of his precise calculation.
Just like what was completely different from his weak and haggard appearance, was a pair of calm, almost machine-like eyes.
"Three...two...one..."
Ji Ping'an raised his head and looked at the rolling dense clouds in the dim sky, comparing it with the astrological pictures.
When he counted to one in his mind, the sound of footsteps suddenly appeared in his ears.
Then, in the field of vision, a corner of a dark red sarong suddenly appeared.
Then there are the woman's hand holding the rapier, the short ear-length hair under the bamboo hat, and the handsome and beautiful face although not fair enough, the slightly raised eyebrows, and the surveying gaze.
"It turns out it's you." Ji Ping'an was startled, his eyes widening.
Then I saw Wei Huayang's face suddenly turn red, and then he kicked him in annoyance. At the same time, he held the bottom of his skirt with his hands and gritted his teeth and cursed:
"He is indeed a scoundrel..."
? ?
Ji Ping'an suffered a heavy blow to his temple and his consciousness fell into darkness.
…
…
Qixia Town.
In a certain courtyard of the Wulin Alliance headquarters, Buyi Shenxiang suddenly sat up from the bed, gasping for air.
Touching his neck, he swallowed hard. After a while, he took a long breath and muttered:
"I had a nightmare again. I thought the woman was back."
Buyi Shenxiang clearly remembered that that night, after the "mysterious man" who revealed his identity left, he followed closely and put a sword to his neck, threatening the woman in red who was interrogating him.
The question she asked was almost the same as the previous one.
Only at the end, I asked about the face of "Mr. Li".
The commoner god was frightened by the threat and replied:
Taking a quick glance in front of the White Tiger Hall, I could only remember that Mr. Li was shrouded in black clouds, but he had a sense of luck. If nothing unexpected happened, he would be the one to solve the subsequent "catastrophe".
At the same time, he carefully pointed out that the woman in red would have entanglements with him and would gain some "opportunities" or "huge benefits."
"Huh, speaking of which, the heroine in red will not really follow her."
Buyi Shenxiang rubbed his chin and suddenly laughed mischievously.
In order to retaliate against the other party for threatening to intimidate him, he deliberately concealed part of the content of the "face".
"Although there are opportunities and benefits, it is also accompanied by a bloody disaster... Hehe, you can't blame me for being unlucky. I didn't lie, I just didn't tell everything."
Buyi Shenxiang muttered, rubbed his stomach, turned around and went back to sleep.
According to his interpretation of his appearance, it would be extremely dangerous to leave Qixia Town now, but staying here would keep him safe.
"Haha, you are a bunch of fools. Do you really think that I wanted to run away from the beginning? If you really wanted to run away, why did you choose to run when the leader of the Tianzhan Sect died? And you also chose a position where you can easily be caught? That's not it. Just to get a meal ticket, so as not to be kicked out, so that you can stay in the town safely and survive the tribulation?"
Buyi Shenxiang curled his lips, covered him with a quilt, and raised a proud smile on his lips.
There are dangers outside, and others are in misery. Faced with the crisis of life and death, I am the only one who can stay in the house with enough food and clothing, survive the disaster safely, and grow silently.
This is the true meaning of "gou"!
…
…
The mountain wind howls and dusk falls.
As night came, thick darkness enveloped the entire Sanhuang County.
When Ji Pingan woke up from his coma, he heard a slight crackling sound first, which seemed to be the sound of fire burning wet wood.
Then I realized that my whole body seemed to be tied up, and there was cold and hard rock underneath me.
Sure enough, he was safe and sound... He breathed out silently... Realizing that for his own safety, the "backup" he had entrusted to Jiang Jiang in advance was not activated...
Therefore, he was not in any fatal danger during his coma...
As his thoughts turned around, he opened his heavy eyelids. His vision was first dark, and then a bright and dazzling firelight came in, causing him to subconsciously turn his head and squint.
Then I saw the situation clearly:
At this moment, he was inside a cave, sitting against the corner of the innermost stone wall.
Ahead, there was a crackling bonfire with some green smoke.
The red and warm bonfire cast strange and huge shadows on the uneven stone walls.
He took a closer look and found a handsome short-haired woman sitting cross-legged by the bonfire, taking off her bamboo hat and wearing a dark red sarong.
Wei Huayang faced him sideways, his slightly round face reflected by the bonfire, like ivory or warm jade.
Skin is left with a translucent glow.
And between the messy hair, you can vaguely see the small and delicate earlobes, looming.
The girl's expression was focused, and her painted eyes were truly picturesque.
Holding Ji Ping'an's ancient long sword carefully, he pierced several pieces of fresh horse meat and roasted it on the bonfire.
There seemed to be flames jumping in his pupils.
As if sensing his gaze, Wei Huayang turned to look at him, his brows slightly stretched, and he said coldly:
"you're awake."
…
This part was not easy to write, I was a little stuck, and then at the end of the month, I shamelessly asked for a monthly pass.
I had already given up on it, thinking that it would not double this month, and I would definitely not be able to collect a thousand votes, but my rubbish update actually increased the votes by almost two hundred today... Suddenly I felt a little hopeful.
(End of chapter)
