"not interested."
Yan Ming didn't pay much attention to Ren Yingying, and had no intention of discussing it at all. He continued to make gestures with his fingertips, recalling the mystery of Zijue Fist he had just comprehended.
Ren Yingying pouted again, feeling a little emotional in her heart. She felt that Yan Ming didn't pay attention to her at all. This feeling of being ignored was not pleasant.
Ren Yingying thought about it and took another bite of the dry food in her hand.
"Well, don't tell me, it doesn't look good, but it tastes really good!"
Ren Yingying became more and more addicted to it and started to think about it. When she got back, she would have people study how to make this thing and taste it more in the future.
She didn't realize that it was purely because she was so hungry that she felt such a strong sense of satisfaction from eating.
Soon, Ren Yingying finished the food in her hands. Yan Ming was almost rested, stood up and was about to leave.
Ren Yingying didn't need him to urge her, she quickly stood up as well.
It was getting late at this time, and it was already slightly dark. There were not many people passing by on the road they were on, and everything around them was deserted.
But a little further on, there is a market town where you can stop and rest until you continue your journey tomorrow.
With a plan in mind, Yan Ming and Ren Yingying continued to move forward, and soon reached their destination.
The size of the market town is not large, there is only a short main street, and there are not many stores in front and back.
Yan Ming quickly found the only relatively shabby inn where he could stay and asked for a room.
"You want a room?"
Ren Yingying asked from the side.
When Yan Ming nodded, she immediately became unhappy.
"Isn't it a bit uncomfortable for us, a man and a woman alone, to live in the same room? If this spreads, my innocence..."
When Ren Yingying saw Yan Ming's fingers moving slightly, she immediately stopped bargaining and stopped talking.
Walking into the guest room, Ren Yingying suddenly became a little nervous.
This was the first time in her life that she and a man had to spend the night together in the same room. For a moment, Ren Yingying was a little worried that Yan Ming would be unable to control her appearance and figure...
"What if he wants to use force? Will he suddenly pounce on me in the middle of the night? I hope it won't happen... No, if this happens and he doesn't touch me from the beginning to the end, then that's Isn’t it a little more embarrassing?”
The door creaked and the waiter came in, pulling Ren Yingying out of her wild thoughts.
Only then did Ren Yingying realize that her face was a little feverish and she hurriedly lowered her head.
"Sir, this is what you want."
The waiter in the shop very enthusiastically placed the food and wine on the tray on the table.
"My lord, please take your time and enjoy. If you need anything, just call me. I will take my leave now."
As soon as the door closed, Ren Yingying couldn't wait to sit at the table, picked up her chopsticks and was about to eat.
But when he raised his head, he looked at Yan Ming: "Yan Baotou, why don't you eat?"
"You go ahead and eat it. This is white meat. Just don't vomit it after you eat it."
"White meat?"
Ren Yingying was born in a demon sect and was very familiar with all kinds of slang. Of course she knew that this white flesh was from the human body...
"What!"
Ren Yingying exclaimed in fright and immediately threw away the chopsticks in her hand. She had just picked up a piece of meat and it touched her red lips. She almost put it in her mouth. Now she just felt nauseated.
"What a shady shop. How dare you target Yan Captou? This is unbearable. Yan Captou, please help me unlock the acupuncture points. I will help you teach them a lesson!"
Ren Yingying was filled with anger.
But Yan Ming was not fooled at all, looked at her with a half-smile, and then sat at the table.
"Don't worry, there are anesthetics in the food and wine. They will find it soon."
After speaking, he winked at Ren Yingying.
Ren Yingying was smart and immediately understood what Yan Ming meant. She immediately used chopsticks to fiddle with the dishes in front of her, then lay down on the table and pretended to be overturned by the medicine.
Yan Ming also reclined on the chair and closed his eyes.
Soon, the sound of soft footsteps came from outside the room.
It's just that the sound is so soft and far away that only Yan Ming can catch it. After walking closer for a while, Ren Yingying heard it.
"Great, the medicine is taking effect."
With a creak, the door opened again. This time it was not the waiter who walked in, but the sound of other footsteps.
Even if Yan Ming didn't open his eyes now, he could still understand the situation in the room very well, and he immediately recognized that these other people were his old acquaintances.
"Uncle Ding, he really fell into the trap and didn't see anything wrong with the food." One of them said with unconcealable excitement in his tone.
"Hmph, he must be capable of this. The medicine in it is our Songshan Sect's Songyang Zuixin Powder. It is invisible, colorless and tasteless. It is estimated that no one can tell there is something wrong with it."
No need to ask, this Uncle Ding is the current leader of the Songshan Sect, Ding Mian, the master of the big pagoda.
Behind him were several disciples of the Songshan Sect.
The waiter at the shop next to him kept smiling at Ding Mian, acting very attentive.
"Master Ding, I have followed your instructions. Look at what happens next..."
Ding Mian waved his hand.
"Don't worry, since I've done this, I won't pursue it anymore and will let you live."
"Thank you, Master Ding!" The waiter at the shop was overjoyed.
Yan Ming squinted his eyes and listened to a few words, and immediately knew what he was saying.
It turned out that after Ding Mian left Wudang Mountain last time, he did not stay away from the nearby area, nor did he return to the Songshan Sect to watch the peak. Instead, he waited for an opportunity nearby.
Their target was, of course, Yan Ming. Almost all the masters of the Songshan Sect died in the hands of Yan Ming. Ding Mian would not let go of this hatred so easily. He must pay for it with blood.
Of course Ding Mian knew that with Yan Ming's current strength, he was no match for him.
What's more, Yan Ming's identity is not ordinary. After all, he is also the Guanzhong Divine Catcher personally certified by the imperial court. If the situation gets bigger, it will definitely affect the Songshan Sect.
So Ding Mian decided to do it quietly.
After casually walking around the Wudang Clan, Ding Mian found this black shop.
At first, the thieves in the store saw that Ding Mian and others were walking around in an extraordinary manner, especially with a lot of bulging things on their bodies, so they were ready to attack Ding Mian and snatch everything away.
So they followed the old method and skillfully added things to the food and wine, and gave them to Ding Mian and others.
Ding Mian himself has superior strength and rich experience in the world. Of course he is not afraid of these little shrimps. He can even tell from the beginning that this is a black shop.
If you dare to take the idea of yourself into account, you are just thinking too much.
Therefore, Ding Mian suddenly took action and captured all the people in the inn without any effort.
They were all very frightened at first, thinking that Ding Mian was a hero who came from somewhere, and today he saw injustice on the road and eliminated evil troubles. Several people were immediately frightened to death, and kept begging for mercy. Many people even started to say that they were I don’t want to do evil at all, I’m just forced by others.
But Ding Mian didn't seem to mean to embarrass them, he just made a request, that is, they must obey his command. If they do well, then let them go, but if they don't do it to his satisfaction, they will be released. They all became the dead souls under his own hands.
The people in the black shop immediately agreed without thinking.
The people in the black shop immediately agreed without thinking.
Ding Mian controlled most of the people and asked a few disciples to clear a space in the backyard to take care of them.
Only one of the more clever and capable guys was allowed to continue working as a waiter in the shop, preparing here, and also helped the other party upgrade the Mongolian sweat medicine.
Ding Mian was sure that Yan Ming would leave Wudang Mountain sooner or later after finishing his work.
This is not the only way down the mountain, but it is the only way to go north.
Ding Mian began a life of waiting here.
He judged that if Yan Ming left the Wudang Sect, he would definitely rush north to the capital, so there was a high probability that he would pass by this inn.
But if he didn't go through it, Ding Mian had no choice but to give it a try.
Facts have proved that Ding Mian guessed correctly, Yan Ming took Ren Yingying this route.
Ding Mian thought that his strategy had worked, and in the end he almost burst out laughing.
The disciples behind him also cooperated with their eyes shining, staring at the unconscious Yan Ming and Ren Yingying.
Yan Ming is their biggest enemy. It would be very satisfying if they could kill their enemy and avenge the previous head Zuo Lengchan and several masters.
And Ren Yingying...
They didn't know each other, but anyone who wasn't blind could tell that she was a beautiful woman!
Although she was lying on the table, her cheeks were as white as snow, her hair was smooth, her beautiful eyelashes were slightly upturned, and her red lips were so bright that they couldn't help but look at her.
After hoping to kill his enemies, can Ding Mian reward them with this little lady to enjoy themselves? Of course, they are not ignorant and can completely accept letting Ding Mian go first!
In order to expand in recent years under the leadership of Zuo Lengchan, the Songshan Sect has absorbed many people from outside the world. It is not rooted in Miaohong, so the style of the Songshan Sect cannot be said to be very good.
At this time, when they saw Ren Yingying, they were filled with evil thoughts.
"You brat, you dare to be an enemy of our Songshan sect, now you still fall into my hands?"
Ding Mian stared at Yan Ming and took a step forward.
"It's too cheap to kill you directly. I want to torture you to satisfy the hatred in my heart!"
What Ding Mian said was not an exaggeration at all. His hatred for Yan Ming was beyond words.
Originally, the Songshan Sect, under the leadership of Zuo Lengchan, became prosperous and was about to become a giant sect comparable to Wudang Shaolin. However, everything was destroyed in the hands of Yan Ming.
Ding Mian couldn't wait to peel off the opponent's skin and bones.
"Put him up!"
Ding Mian gave instructions while walking over, opening his clothes and trying to pull out a horn dagger from his waist.
"yes!"
Several Songshan Sect disciples came over obediently and held Yan Ming down.
"I want you to taste it...hehe!"
Ding Mian tried to pull out the knife from his waist, but walked over with a grin on his face.
Suddenly, Yan Ming, who was already unconscious, started to move, startling Ding Mian, and the expressions of several Wudang disciples who were holding him down were even more shocked.
Before Ding Mian could see what was going on, he noticed a hand pressing on his arm where he was drawing the sword.
Ding Mian exerted a little force, obviously trying to break free from the other party's restraints, but unexpectedly his hands suddenly tightened.
A huge force pushed his knife-holding arm downwards.
"Stab it!"
The sharp knife blade passed across his waist, and then continued downward. It seemed that there was some resistance, but it was not a big deal, so he pressed it down casually.
Blood immediately gushes out.
Ding Mian didn't feel any pain at first, but after being stunned for two seconds, a heartbreaking pain hit him, making him scream out.
"Ah! You, you didn't-how could you?"
Ding Mian's crotch was immediately dyed red.
The several Songshan Sect disciples next to them felt as if they had hit a giant force and flew backwards in different directions, heavily punching through the wall of the dilapidated guest room.
Yan Ming had already stood up and looked at Ding Mian.
I saw that Ding Mian had not succeeded in pulling out the sword from his waist. Instead, he was held down by Yan Ming, and with a downward stroke, he made a long gash from his lifeline to his thigh.
"Bah..."
The few surviving disciples of the Songshan Sect couldn't help but take a few breaths of cold air when they saw this appearance.
We are all men, so we can relate to this pain.
"Senior Ding, why are you so careless? This also tells you a truth. Don't keep things like knives in places that are too sensitive, otherwise..."
Yan Ming smiled softly when he said this.
Ren Yingying also got up from the table and looked at this scene with her chin raised.
Ever since she saw Yan Ming's performance of killing Gongsun Oolong head-on, she developed an extreme sense of trust in Yan Ming, feeling that he could solve any problem no matter how big it was.
What's more, it's just Ding Mian.
Ren Yingying felt no pressure, her face looked like she was watching a show, and she was just about to crack a handful of melon seeds.
"I kill you!"
Ding Mian was in severe pain and his ferocity was aroused. He ignored his wounds and rushed over with a roar.
“It’s still unclear who will kill whom!”
Yan Ming's eyes sharpened, taking in all the moves and details of Ding Mian's actions.
In the past few days, he has been studying the classics left by Zhenren Zhang one after another, and has achieved some success.
In Yan Ming's eyes, Ding Mian's originally complicated boxing technique was as slow as a snail and not worth a glance.
"Uh-huh!"
Yan Ming drew a circle with one hand and easily drew a vortex, catching the opponent's attack. Then with a slight deflection, all the attacks hit another Songshan Sect disciple next to him.
The disciple vomited blood, flew backwards for a long distance, and immediately stopped moving.
Then, Yan Ming's attack turned from false to real, suddenly bursting out with powerful force.
"Click!"
One of Ding Mian's arms was broken directly!
And it wasn't broken in one place, but in several places at the same time. For a moment, Ding Mian's arm seemed to have turned into a multi-section stick, each section having its own ideas.
This means that Yan Ming's control of force has reached its peak. He can split a force into several parts, distribute them evenly on the opponent's arm, and exert force at the same time.
"ah!"
As soon as Ding Mian screamed in pain, Yan Ming grabbed him with his claws from the air and pressed him down until his injured legs softened and he knelt on the ground.
"Why are you asking for this trouble? If you don't mess with me, I won't bother to pay attention to your Songshan sect."
(End of chapter)
