Zhao Qing quickly bought all kinds of sundries, spent some money on ordinary things, bought a lot of fruits, and went straight to Danxia Sect.
Gradually, night covered the sky, and the mountain breeze became more cool, making the leaves rustle.
There were a lot fewer monks on the street. Zhao Qing passed by Beifang and thought of the corpse he met last time, and couldn't help but shudder in his heart.
He looked around and found nothing unusual, and many shops were open.
After thinking for a while, he chose to go straight through Nanfang and return to the sect.
This is the closest route, and many of the properties in Nanfang belong to the sect brothers. If you encounter a calamity cultivator...it would be nice to have someone to take care of you.
However, if you walk too much at night, you will encounter some unlucky things.
For example, a page of yellow paper was blown by the mountain wind from nowhere.
…
As soon as Zhao Qing left the city gate, he saw the yellow paper stuck in the branches.
This is normal. When the night wind blows, anything can happen, let alone a piece of paper?
But it’s also very abnormal.
Zhao Qing paused and looked around with slightly squinted eyes. There was nothing unusual.
"Maybe it's really just a piece of paper."
Without any hesitation, he walked straight to Danxia Sect with firm steps.
It's now time, even if there is real danger nearby, we have to bite the bullet and leave.
What if I turn around and meet Jie Xiu by chance?
He had some guesses in his mind. Although he didn't know why Sixiangmen came to cause trouble, the night in the city must not be peaceful.
One or two clues can be seen from the fact that the inner disciples need a handyman to patrol in their place.
Zhao Qing is an extremely cautious person, but caution does not mean retreating, let alone avoiding.
Make decisions before taking action, know how to stop and gain something.
Since he had rehearsed all possible situations before going out, the rest was left to luck.
On the forest path, monks occasionally passed by, either in the opposite direction or in the same direction, but Zhao Qing paid no attention to them.
He silently put away the soul protection talisman and held the golden light talisman directly in his hand.
As long as the spiritual energy is breathed in and out, it can be stimulated and at least it can block a blow in the later stage of Qi refining.
At the same time, he tried his best to control the dispersion of spiritual energy. Most of it was concentrated in the limbs, especially the right arm, and he waited for the time to use the Mountain Splitting Technique.
Insects always chirp tirelessly on summer nights, which makes the surrounding area quieter.
But this was only temporary. Not long after, a voice broke the peace.
"How to get to Danxia Sect?"
The oncoming monk could not see his face clearly and his voice was hoarse.
Zhao Qing stopped instantly and raised his head to look at him, his eyes burning as if he wanted to see through the other person.
After a while, his tense body relaxed and he sighed: "What bad luck."
The middle-aged male cultivator took two steps closer. He had thick beard and thick eyebrows, but he didn't look very honest.
"What did you say?"
"I said……"
boom!
In an instant, the forest was filled with golden light! It reflected the big man's closed eyes, and the hand he subconsciously raised held an unactivated talisman.
But it only took a moment for the scene in front of him to turn into a sky full of blood mist mixed with pale slurry.
Zhao Qing's face was ferocious. His right arm, which had been hidden in his sleeve, was now tilted forward, as if he had just thrown something.
This posture can cleverly open up the joints and the dragon's spine, mobilize a huge amount of spiritual energy, and instantly empower the military tactics.
"I said you are so unlucky!"
"Isn't it amazing in the later stage of Qi refining? Are you pretending to be nanny? Are you still so close to me?"
"You deserve to be damned for wasting a shining light... a golden light talisman!"
Zhao Qing kneaded his arms and approached, resisting the urge to vomit, and found half a palm among the human-shaped minced meat.
After deducting the storage ring from his finger, he discarded the palm of his hand and finally fired a red training technique to ignite the scene.
Without any hesitation, he turned around and left.
Little bits of fire swayed in the wind, burning more and more fiercely, and a strange blue-black smoke rose.
The blood stains burned black by the fire and the broken iron pieces quietly told the story of what happened here.
Zhao Qing did not check the storage ring.
He also didn't consider whether the other party was a Jie cultivator, a member of the Four Elephants Sect, or whether he really just wanted to ask for directions.
He only knows two things.
The first thing was that he had felt the opponent's momentum from Wang Teng many times. He was undoubtedly in the late stage of Qi refining and was a great threat.
The second thing is that those who stand in the way...die.
Along the way, Zhao Qing walked very slowly, feeling in a daze. His eardrums seemed to be torn, and he could always hear a strange piercing sound.
Until small peaks, a winding clear channel, and a huge stone tablet appeared in front of me.
The stone tablet is engraved with three characters: Danxia Zong.
With a buzzing sound, he began to feel dizzy and could no longer gather his energy.
Until now, the cold sweat was pouring from all over the body, and even the hairs on his hair were trembling.
"call!"
Zhao Qing looked like a drowning man who was about to die, squatting and leaning on the edge of the stone monument, gasping for breath greedily.
After two full incense sticks, he regained his composure.
He looked back at the road back and saw that there was no one there. He immediately stood up, adjusted his posture, and headed towards the kitchen courtyard.
"Later stage of Qi refining..."
"Fortunately, I didn't give him a chance to take action. If he was guarded in advance, it would have been a fierce battle at least."
"Be careful with your ten-thousand-year ship. The other party must think that you can't make waves with your fourth level of Qi Refining."
"It's a pity that a golden light talisman did not play a defensive role at all."
Zhao Qing squeezed the storage ring in his hand and reviewed everything that had just happened. He didn't even realize that his body and face were covered in blood.
"After refining this batch of elixirs, I have to send some to Le'an. I will also get two more golden talismans by the way."
Zhao Qing knew clearly in his heart that even if the golden light talisman could withstand the attacks in the later stage of Qi refining, if there was a real fight, how could he take advantage with his own level of cultivation?
Use golden light talisman to resist? Use red training skills to fight? Or use an ax to chop?
kill? flash? Kill again! ? Flash again! ?
Of course, he chose to sneak attack in person, a flash bomb, and then Barrett slapped him in the face... They were all tactics.
Zhao Qing thought about it with a smile on his lips. He didn't know whether it was the joy of surviving the disaster or remembering something worth being happy about.
But one thing appeared in his mind for no reason.
I want to find a pipe and take a few puffs...
It is a pity that this kind of thing can only be found in the ordinary countryside. After the monks entered the innate world, they had already got rid of this low-level vulgar interest.
But Zhao Qing felt that it would be very comfortable to take two bites now.
He came to the kitchen, his mind was empty, and he wandered unconsciously.
The stars in the sky are twinkling, like pairs of eyes, watching all the stories happening on this land.
I don't know how long it took, but I arrived at the foot of Shouyun Mountain, and the courtyard with the last name of Ding was in front of me.
The trembling voice of the beloved wife came from the courtyard: "Husband? Zhao Qing?"
"It's me, open the door, I'm back."
The courtyard door opened, and the girl stood in front of the door. After seeing her husband clearly, her beauty instantly turned pale.
Crying anxiously, he stepped forward to check: "Where have you been? Don't scare me... Why are you covered in blood? Is there a monster?"
