Bai Ya endured the severe pain in his chest, stretched out his foot to arouse Jingmian's body, and smashed it towards the young Confucian scholar.

The young Confucian scholar and Jingnian were not actually in love. However, the couple had been together for so long and had some feelings. They couldn't bear to destroy the body, so they had to reach out and hug them and did not continue to chase Bai Ya.

Bai Ya saw that the young Confucian scholar's vision was blocked, and his heart was ruthless. He rolled silently, rushed to the other party's feet, pressed his palms on the ground, and his right foot went from bottom to top, and kicked the young Confucian scholar's crotch.

This move belongs to the "dragon swing tail" in the dragon-shaped fist. Its move is sinister and specializes in the enemy's lower three ways.

The moves were originally beautiful and natural, but Bai Ya was now seriously injured and his movements were a little deformed. In addition, he pressed his palms on the ground, which did not look like a dragon swaying his tail, but it was like a puppy urinating.

The young Confucian scholar did not expect that Bai Ya was so brave and seriously injured, but he dared to attack him. He was kicked right away. Although he was a bronze corpse body, Bai Ya's kick after being seriously injured did not hurt him, he was kicked into the air.

After Bai Ya kicked this, he finally couldn't hold on anymore. His face turned pale and he sprayed a mouthful of blood, but the broken bone in his chest penetrated into his lungs. He collapsed softly to the ground, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

When he woke up again, he found that he was already lying on the bed, his mouth full of strong smell of Chinese medicine.

"Junior brother, are you awake?" A surprise voice came from Bai Ya's ear. He turned around and found that it was Xuan Ji.

"Senior Brother, where are we?" Bai Ya just woke up, his mind was still a little unconscious, and he looked at the ceiling blankly.

"This is Jiangcheng County. We arrived yesterday afternoon!" Xuan Ji asked with concern, "Junior brother, how do you feel now?"

"Fortunately, my chest hurts a little!" Bai Ya struggled to sit up, leaned against the bed, and slowly remembered what happened before, "Jiangcheng County? So, are we back from Xiaole Town?"

"Well, you have been in a coma for a day and a night!" Xuan Ji nodded with a smile, "The doctor helped you get the broken bones yesterday and prescribed some injuries. However, when you return to Qingcheng, the doctors in the mountains will help you re-treat, and now it is just to prevent the injury from worsening."

"What's going on in Xiaole Town? That Confucian scholar named Peng and those zombies..." Bai Ya asked in confusion.

"The demon named Peng ran away with Jing Nian's corpse, and there was a secret passage behind the layup." Xuan Ji said in contemplation, "The other zombies were all restrained, and Ruan Yan and Pei Yan's corpses were also retrieved. However, Ruan Yan's corpse was seriously damaged and recreated."

Xuan Ji said and looked at Bai Ya. Ruan Yan's body was burned unrecognizable by him. Fortunately, there was a reason for the incident, and Ruan Wen did not blame the incident on Bai Ya.

"Senior Brother, what should we do with those zombies?" Bai Ya touched his chest and found that he was wrapped in a bandage, and the wound still hurt slightly.

"We will notify the small sects to claim the iron corpses refined by four warriors." Xuan Ji said with a smile, "As for the zombies refined by Shen Ying and her son, since no one in the Xiao family has claimed them, others refuse, so they will be taken back to Qingcheng as our spoils..."

"Stolen goods? Don't let them get buried in peace?" Bai Ya raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

"The zombies will not die when they are buried, they can only be cremated." Xuan Ji said carefully, "However, this kind of unparalleled thing is allowed to be used as a spoil."

"Senior Brother, isn't our Qingcheng Taoist sect? Can we also treat filthy things like zombies as spoils?" Bai Ya couldn't help asking.

"You are right. If it were an unknown evil thing like zombies in ancient times, they really had to be purified, but it is different now..." Seeing that Bai Ya was still confused, Xuan Ji immediately explained with a smile.

"The world is full of life energy, and there are many things that ghosts and corpses change. If you practice for a long time, zombies and ghosts will also give birth to spiritual intelligence. Therefore, most Xianwu Sects have classified them as demons. As long as this kind of alien can be used by me, Xianwu Sect will basically use it as a sect guardian."

Bai Ya felt relieved. In the past life, the Book of Journey to the West and the Romance of the Gods, there were many different demons in the Buddhist and Taoist schools as disciples and mounts. Seriously speaking, zombies are also a kind of demon, and of course they can also be used as a guardian Vajra.

The four iron corpses refined by the warriors were all elders and family members of the sect, so the four major sects of Qingcheng and Fucheng could not leave them, so they could only notify their sects to claim them.

The zombies turned into by Chen Ying and her son no longer have family members. With the concept of warriors in this world, they are similar to wild beasts, so they can naturally be left to use them as alien guardians.

"Since it's a spoil, why don't they?" Bai Ya asked strangely.

"You made the most contribution in this battle. Killing Jingnian led to a rapid collapse of the enemy. In addition, you saved Han Man separately before, and later reminded us to save Wuchen, so they all thought Qingcheng should accept these two bronze corpses and iron corpses."

Xuan Ji replied with a smile, "But they are not without any compensation. When the four iron corpses are claimed, their sect will definitely give corresponding thanks."

"So that's it!" Bai Ya suddenly realized and grinned, "If we wait for us to return to the mountain, what will the sect reward us?"

"You kid... are really a philander. As soon as you came back from the Gate of Hell, you were thinking about rewards!" Xuan Ji couldn't help but smile, "The sect will not give us any specific rewards, but will record a note on the merit book."

"Medal Book? Just write a note?" Bai Ya widened his eyes.

"Haha, the merits of the sect are not easy to get." Xuan Ji said with a smile, "Junior brother, you should have learned to teach martial arts for the second question, right?"

Bai Ya nodded and asked Wu Er to ask him that he was a martial artist who entered Qingcheng, everyone would know.

"If the master asks you again in the future, what virtues do you have to teach you martial arts? You can answer loudly, you will be born and died for the sect and eliminate the disasters for the people of Xiaole Town, and you will naturally have the virtues to inherit the martial arts of the sect!"

Xuan Ji replied sullenly, "The Merit Book is the most important basis for the sect to teach the martial arts of disciples. Otherwise, even if you stay in Qingcheng for decades and have the talent to defeat the sky, the elders of the masters will not pass on your moves in vain."

"That's it!" Bai Ya understood and asked with interest, "How much merit can we get when we go on this mission?"

When Xuan Ji heard this, he looked unhappy and shook his head and sighed: "Junior brother, your philanthropist is going to change. Merit is not gold and silver, so how many are there? Small goodness is merit, and great goodness is also merit. The merit book of the sect will only record your specific deeds and will not quantify merit..."

Xuan Ji said a meal and continued, "You do more and less, everyone has a scale in their hearts, and the elders of the masters also have their considerations. It should be yours that cannot escape, and it is not yours that don't force it. If everyone is as petty as you, wouldn't Qingcheng Immortal Gate be just like the vegetable market?"

"Thank you for your teachings from senior brother!" Bai Ya responded with a bitter face, but he didn't agree.

He was deeply influenced by his previous life, and the concept of equivalent exchange and legal system were deeply rooted in the bones. There was a quantitative comparison between everything. But in this world, he could only follow the customs.

"Okay, since you are awake, we will set off to return to the mountain tomorrow to help you heal your wounds as soon as possible so as not to leave hidden dangers." Xuan Ji patted his shoulder and signaled Bai Ya to continue lying down and rest.

"By the way, senior brother, what should I do with the escaped demon?" Bai Ya was about to lie down when he suddenly remembered the young Confucian scholar who had escaped, and immediately frowned and asked.

"Hmph, don't worry, that person can't run away." Xuan Ji showed a sneer on his face, stretched out his hand and clenched his fist, and said confidently, "Unless he ran into the wilderness, in this secular world of Yizhou, if Qingcheng wants to capture someone, he will not be able to fly out of this sky even if he has a wing of the ribs."

Seeing that Xuan Ji was speaking firmly, Bai Ya was much more at ease and continued to lie down and fall asleep in a daze.

Three days later, Bai Ya and Xuan Ji returned to Qingcheng Mountain.

After hearing Xuan Ji's report, Liu Yu was also shocked and hurried to the sect pharmacy to hire a doctor and retreat Bai Ya's chest injury.

"You little brat are so lucky. The broken bones in your chest are pierced into your lungs. Secular doctors can't handle it at all. If the senior brother of Medicine hadn't used his internal energy to help you reset the broken bones, I'm afraid that there would be irreparable consequences in the future."

After the pharmacy doctor left, Liu Yu looked at Bai Ya and smiled, "I have heard what Xuan Ji said, you did a good job this time, but don't be so reckless again in the future. Your Hunyuan iron cloth shirt has not yet been trained. If you are not treated in time next time and you have cut off your martial arts path, don't cry."

Bai Ya felt palpitations when he heard this and asked quickly: "Master, isn't that a problem now?"

"Now there will be no hidden dangers. You just need to rest in the next three months and can't practice the exercises anymore. Not to mention tiger-shaped fist, iron cloth shirt, even Hunyuan exercises, so as to avoid breaking bones and falling off and recurring injuries."

Bai Ya breathed a sigh of relief and felt secretly glad in his heart, but soon felt depressed. After three months of resting, he had to delay the time for his internal energy to release his external energy.

It is estimated that in three months, other martial arts will also be a little regressive. However, after listening to the doctor's story, he seemed to be able to continue practicing the thirty-two stances of subduing dragons and subduing tigers.

This martial art belongs to the visualization method, which is different from the Hunyuan technique of the method of moving Qi and moving acupoints.

What's more, his martial arts didn't have a sense of qi, and it shouldn't touch his lungs and muscles. But he didn't dare to ask Liu Yu, and secretly decided to wait for a month before he would lose pain in his chest and start practicing.

Spring goes and autumn comes, and more than half a year passes by.

"...Remember to go back to the mountain on time. After you see that friend farewell, you must not stay outside again." Liu Yu looked at Bai Ya who was dressed neatly and instructed solemnly.

"I know!" Bai Yamu responded with a face, feeling helpless.

He has been in Qingcheng for more than a year. This time he went down the mountain to meet Lu Yuan and the others, and just looked at Feng Yang and Dong Ming.

Lu Yuan wrote to me last time that he was about to participate in the martial arts examination at Lingtian Pavilion in Emei, and he was going to see him off. Although Emei is also close to Chengdu, it is in two directions with Qingcheng, and the two are more than 20,000 miles apart.
Chapter completed!