"Fellow Taoists, I am the great elder of the Weapon Refining Sect, Qi Ping." The great elder raised his hand to salute these young monks.
When he came, the sect master gave many warnings and instructions, never to wait too long on these people.
After all, among these people, one is the son of the Lord of the Medicine King Valley, one is the direct disciple of the leader of the Hehuan Sect and the chief disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and the third is the daughter of the great elder of the Changqiu Sect. The Weapon Refining Sect cannot afford to offend these forces. of.
Ye Chao pushed Song Yizhi up while studying the gray bead snail.
Let Song Yizhi handle this kind of thing.
Song Yizhi was already used to it. She raised her hand and bowed gently and said, "Elder Qi Ping, I am Song Yizhi of the Changqiu Sect."
Song Yizhi?
Elder Qi Ping glanced at Song Yizhi, who was rumored to have a bad record, and his attitude became more respectful.
Several of the elders had witnessed the tragic situation at Xu Xiuli's side, and it was all her mother's handiwork.
"Miss Song, I have heard everything about what happened here. I will temporarily take over as the city lord of the Weapon Refining City, and I will help you solve the problems here." Elder Qi Ping said.
Song Yizhi nodded, and she made a request, "We need a place to refine medicine."
"Arrange it immediately." Elder Qi Ping glanced at the ordinary people nearby, then raised his hand and bowed deeply to Song Yizhi and others and said, "I will temporarily help you fellow Taoists here."
Song Yizhi raised his hand and saluted, and spoke in a neither humble nor arrogant manner, "It is what every cultivator of immortality should do to benefit the common people."
Elder Qi Ping looked at the calm and gentle Song Yizhi, and his opinion of her changed a lot.
"I'm going to take care of the affairs of the City Lord's Mansion now, and I'll come back later to have a look." Elder Qi Ping said.
Song Yizhi nodded.
Elder Qi Ping looked at the Lord of the Weapon Refining City on one side, grabbed him in the air with his five fingers, and then took him away.
After the people left, the guards looked at each other and didn't know what to do.
Bei Xianyue turned the long sword in her hand and said quietly, "I think you are just ignorant minions, I will spare your lives."
"Thank you, sir, thank you, sir!"
The guards' excited voices sounded.
Bei Xianyue looked around and confirmed that there was no place for them. She waved her hands and said, "Let's go."
The guards cupped their fists and bowed deeply to Bei Xianyue and the others, and then left.
Song Yizhi looked around at the people around him, walked up a few steps and asked warmly, "Is there anyone here you can talk to?"
After hearing this, many people looked up and looked at Song Yizhi.
"Yes, yes!" A man quickly replied, "Uncle Yang, Uncle Yang!"
"Yes, yes! Uncle Yang!"
"Because these people have constant high fever, Uncle Yang went out to the mountains early in the morning to collect medicine!"
…
Seeing the light and respect in those people's eyes when they talked about Uncle Yang, Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Seeing that those people couldn't stop talking, Song Yizhi raised his hand and waved, and those people suddenly became quiet.
Song Yizhi turned to Bei Xianyue and said, "Bei Xianyue, go out and look for that Uncle Yang."
Bei Xianyue responded, and she left here directly using the teleportation array.
Looking at the female cultivator who disappeared instantly, those people could not hide their surprise and awe in their eyes.
"Can you spare a room? We need it temporarily." Song Yizhi asked warmly.
Those people looked at each other.
In this place, the most urgent thing is accommodation. A small house can often accommodate a family of five or six people.
If the house is vacated, what will they do at night?
"I, my old lady, I want to free up my place." A white-haired old woman raised her hand tremblingly.
Not only Song Yizhi and the others, but also the people around them looked over.
They looked at the grandfather and grandson who depended on each other with admiration, and then felt ashamed and guilty.
"If it weren't for the fairy, my granddaughter might have died. It was the fairy who saved my life." The old woman's cloudy eyes were filled with gratitude.
Song Yizhi looked at the little girl clinging to the old woman, her eyes fell on the old woman, she raised her hand and saluted, "Thank you, old lady."
The old woman waved her hands repeatedly, "I can't stand it, I can't stand it."
"Fairy! We brothers can give up a room!" A young and strong man said loudly, "This couple, old and young, cannot live without a place to live!"
"Fairy, come to my house! Our place is clean!"
"Fairy, come to me!"
…
Amidst the rising and falling voices, Song Yizhi looked at the eager old woman and already had an idea in mind.
"Old lady." Song Yizhi said in a loud voice, "Can you please lead the way."
Everyone around became quiet.
The old woman's eyes suddenly brightened, and then she handed her little granddaughter to someone she trusted, and walked to her residence with a cane.
Song Yizhi and Ye Chao followed.
The old woman reached out and pushed open the dilapidated wooden door. She said enthusiastically, "This is our residence."
Song Yizhi bent slightly and crossed the threshold and walked in.
The family is surrounded by walls.
When Ye Chao stooped and walked in and saw the house, these four words suddenly came to his mind.
"More old ladies." Song Yizhi nodded, very gentle and polite.
The old woman waved her hands repeatedly, "What did the fairy say? If the fairy hadn't come, we don't know how many people would have died here!"
Song Yizhi smiled, she spoke to Ye Chao, and then sent the old woman back to the drug delivery place.
After seeing off the old woman, Song Yizhi turned back the same way and prepared to watch Ye Chao research the antidote.
After walking about halfway, a little boy with a thin face and yellow muscles stumbled over.
Seeing that the little boy was about to fall to the ground, Song Yizhi stretched out his hand to help him.
The little boy raised his head and glanced at Song Yizhi. The look in his eyes was unusually cold, not like a child's.
The next second, a short blade appeared in the little boy's hand.
"Puff——"
The sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh rang in their ears.
The little boy looked at the short blade that had not been sent out in his hand, and his heart hurt as he reacted belatedly.
He moved his eyes slowly, and then he saw Song Yizhi holding a dusty short blade and putting it into his heart.
"You..." The little boy looked up and met a pair of peach blossom eyes with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
Those eyes were beautiful, but also deep and emotionless.
Did she find out? !
How can it be!
Song Yizhi's hand holding the short blade moved slightly, and the sound of the blade churning flesh could be heard. Her voice was gentle and soft, "Demon general or demon king?"
The little boy's pupils suddenly shrank.
Sure enough, she discovered it!
"Uh-huh -" The burns from his soul made the little boy's face distort.
The next second, the shadow floated out of the little boy's body and quickly dispersed.
Song Yizhi looked at the escaping shadow, and the corners of his mouth curled a little deeper.
Being stabbed by the soul knife and still able to escape, the phantom was either a demon general or a demon king.
It's interesting that the Weapon Refiner Conference has already started thinking about me before it even started.
Song Yizhi drew out his short blade and sighed slightly as he watched the dead boy fall to the ground.
How to deal with this body is a bit troublesome.
Forget it, he is still an innocent child, let him be buried in peace.
After thinking about it, Song Yizhi put away the soul knife. She didn't mind that the little boy was dirty. She bent down and picked up the little boy's body and continued walking back.
(End of chapter)
