Wei Shiqi and Qin Zhen stayed at Tiandu Peak for three days.
Qing Lang caught four more rats that had become sperm. Wei Shiqi carried his junior sister on his back, roasted them one by one and ate them in his belly, absorbing the energy, practicing the skills on the animal skin fragments, and feeling the nuances of pain. He could tell the difference. Dull pain originates from the Qi of Gen Earth, stinging pain originates from the Qi of Yimu, cutting pain originates from the Qi of Sharp Metal, and burning pain originates from the Qi of Lihuo.
The energy in the Lingtai acupoint was depleted a lot, and the Shinto acupoint became a little loose again.
Qin Zhen obeyed her senior brother's arrangements and practiced the "Taiyi Foundation Establishment Sutra" calmly and unhurriedly by the Kuji Spring. Wei Shiqi was worried about his senior brother's concern. At dusk that day, as the sun returned, he took his junior sister back to the foot of Tiandu Peak .
From a distance, I saw a group of men and women gathered in front of the stone chamber. A thin man put his arms around Song Qi's head and neck and raised it high. Song Qi's feet were off the ground and he was kicking desperately. His little face turned red and he couldn't breathe. Song Ji rushed forward and hugged the man's leg, but he gave him a slight throw, causing gourds to roll all over the floor. He hit his forehead on a stone, bleeding profusely, and blindfolded his eyes.
Yue Zhilan knelt on his knees, feeling extremely humiliated. A young man in brocade clothes stood proudly, cursed, raised his foot and kicked Yue Zhilan on his shoulder. The kick was not enough, and he spat on Yue Zhilan's face.
A Taoist priest with a long beard and a Taoist nun in a yellow shirt stood aside, watching with cold eyes and not making any move to stop them.
The Taoist priests and nuns were obviously the masters who were testing the disciples. They did not intervene. Are they protecting the young man in brocade clothes, or are they deliberately not getting involved in the dispute? Wei Shiqi had several thoughts in his mind, held Qin Zhen's waist, gently put her down, and whispered: "Stay here, don't go there."
Qin Zhen nodded obediently.
Wei Shiqi walked toward the crowd. He was tall, long-legged, and menacing. The crowd subconsciously dispersed, not daring to block his way. Song Ji rubbed his eyes and cried loudly: "Senior brother, senior brother, please save my brother!"
The young man in brocade sneered and said, "Hey, hit the small one and bring out the big one..." Before he finished speaking, Wei Shiqi had already approached the ground three feet in front of him, stepped down hard, and there was a "dong" sound. The ground shook where he landed, and the gravel and dust continued to roll. His forward momentum suddenly stopped, his knees were slightly bent, his body was bent into a bow, his right fist was gathered at his waist, and his sword was ready.
The Taoist nun in the yellow shirt couldn't help but praise: "The Qi of Gentu is as heavy as a mountain. Senior Brother Qi has taken on a good disciple!" However, the long-bearded Taoist priest frowned and took a few steps forward, ready to stop him at any time.
The young man in brocade clothes didn't know what was wrong and didn't take it seriously, but the skinny man's face changed drastically. The opponent used military martial arts boxing. This punch went straight to the head, throat, chest, abdomen, and other vital parts, and it was clearly a one-shot kill posture. He fluttered his right arm and dropped Song Qi. He stretched out his arm to grab the collar of the young man in golden clothes, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and threw him behind him. He turned sideways and struck out with a backhand elbow, but the hit missed.
The young man in Jinyi was caught off guard, fell down and squatted down. He was completely humiliated. He was so angry that he yelled: "Xin Lao Yao, what the hell are you doing!"
Wei Shiqi just made a punching stance. He bypassed Yue Zhilan who was kneeling on the ground, helped Song Qi and Song Ji up one by one, and asked, "What's going on?"
Song Qi rubbed his throat and was speechless for a long time. Song Ji pointed at the young man in brocade clothes and shouted: "He is a trial disciple of another branch. When he came, he robbed the English-named stone room and asked us to sleep in the wilderness!"
Xin Laoyao helped the young man in brocade clothes up and said in a low voice: "Young Master, that man has practiced boxing and is very powerful."
The young man in jinyi pointed at Wei Shiqi, "Xin Lao Yao, you fucking coward, beat him down!"
Young Master Xin knew the young master's temper very well. He bossed around and never listened to advice. He walked up to Wei Shiqi expressionlessly and without saying a word, he opened his posture and said, "Please take action!"
Wei Shiqi looked at the Taoist priest and Taoist nun and asked, "Should we resolve this matter ourselves?"
The long-bearded Taoist priest nodded slightly and said nothing.
"I hit hard, so it doesn't matter if I hurt him?"
The long-bearded Taoist thought for a while, cherished the word like gold, and said: "It doesn't matter."
"Okay." Wei Shiqi stood firm on his feet, exerted force on his waist and hips, raised his fist and simply punched Xin Lao Yao's chest. Before the fist hit, there was a sharp sonic boom.
Xin Lao Yao's eyes were bright and he responded with the same martial arts punch, which was also a punch. Fist to fist, a huge force surged in. Xin Lao Yao groaned, all the veins in the muscles of his upper body bulged, his clothes burst, revealing his chest covered with black hair.
Wei Shiqi retracted his fist, turned around and patted Yue Zhilan on the shoulder, pulling him up. Yue Zhilan raised his sleeves and wiped the spit from his face, without changing his expression, he said in a low voice: "Junior brother, be careful, that young man in brocade is Xu Li, the youngest son of the hussar general of the Northwest Frontier Army. His uncle is Deng Yuantong, a disciple of the inner sect of Xiandu. .”
Wei Shiqi nodded and thought to himself: "It turns out he is a second-generation official."
Xu Li felt a little uneasy when he saw Xin Laoyao lunging and punching, as motionless as a clay or wood sculpture. Although he was domineering, he was not a brainless person. Apparently, the two of them exchanged punches, and his men suffered a loss. He pushed Xin Lao Yao's shoulder and asked: "Mao Yao, how are you?"
"Click... click..." With two soft sounds, Xin Laoyao's finger bones and arm bones were broken into two parts. His body swayed and he almost fell. He endured the severe pain and said to Wei Shiqi: "Thank you for your mercy, Your Excellency." ." Then he turned back to Xu Li and said, "Young Master, the young ones are no match for you."
The long-bearded Taoist priest nodded with satisfaction. This disciple of Senior Brother Qi was very measured in his actions. In a fight with the same sect, minor injuries were inevitable. The youngest Xin only had injuries to his muscles and bones, and was not serious. Although Xu Li lost face, he did not care about him. Not necessarily a bad thing.
Seeing that her senior brother had defeated Xin Lao Yao with one punch, Qin Zhen was filled with joy and trotted to him. Seeing that Song Ji's face was covered with blood, she took out a handkerchief from her arms and handed it to him. Song Ji thanked him and took it. Wiping the blood from his forehead with a handkerchief, he accidentally touched the wound and grinned in pain.
Xu Liru was struck by lightning and stared at Qin Zhen intently. His mind went blank except for one thought: "This little girl... this little girl... this little beauty..."
Wei Shiqi rubbed Song Qi's head, like a green wolf, and said: "He put his finger on your neck, I broke his arm and we were clear."
Song Qi said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, it's settled. Thank you, senior brother!"
Wei Shiqi looked back at Xu Li and saw him staring at Qin Zhen, thinking: "This second-generation official is still a lolicon..." He blocked the other person's sight, waved his hand in front of his eyes, and said : "Brother Xu, are you still planning to drive us away?"
"Driving you away? No...no need...misunderstanding..." Xu Liru woke up from a dream, came back to his senses, and chatted up, "Sister...sister, are you also Taoist Master Yunhe's disciple?"
Qin Zhen hid behind Wei Shiqi in disgust and ignored him.
Wei Shiqi bowed to the long-bearded Taoist priest and the yellow-shirted Taoist nun, and called his junior brothers and sisters back to the stone room. Yue Zhilan said hello to Xu Li, but saw that he was absent-minded, so he had to turn back and catch up with his fellow disciples.
His expression was as usual, showing no trace of shame or anger, and he asked with a smile: "Junior brother, if Young Master Xin didn't hold Young Master Xu back just now, would you have punched him?"
Wei Shiqi smiled back and remained noncommittal again.
