A Qingyuan disciple who called himself Chi Cheng had been choked to death by Mu Liang. Feng Ruqing saw that his lips turned a little white and she couldn't help but chuckle.

Chi Cheng was very angry. When he saw this, two Qingyuanmen disciples rushed up from Chi Cheng's side, one on the left and one on the right, to argue with Mu Liang. It was obvious that among the Qingyuanmen disciples, the leader this time was

It’s Chi Cheng.

It's a pity that Mu Liang didn't give them a chance to speak again. After choking Chi Cheng to death, he lowered his eyebrows and silently exuded pressure. Among the two people present, no one was Mu Liang's opponent. Once the pressure came out, they were

They pretended to be fine with their necks crossed, but their ugly expressions still exposed them.

"Let's go." Mu Liang said to his disciples.

Then he walked straight towards the village at the end of the road, which was hidden in the green mountains.

The Xuanyun Mountain disciples immediately followed, leaving the Qingyuan Sect disciples behind. Each one of them transformed from a group of grasshoppers into a bulging green toad.

"Young master," a person next to Chi Cheng, who was the most angry, said with indignation, "don't argue with these barbarians!"

Feng Ruqing had never seen someone so beaten down. She couldn't help but turn her head and take another look at the young master Chi Cheng. Although the young man's face was distorted, he could still tell that he was full of charm, but it was a pity that he was too violent. Hearing that the Qingyuan Sect Sword

There are very few people who live a long life in cultivation, but the Qingyuan Sect swordsmanship is different from other sects. It was once integrated with a swordsmanship that has been wiped out in the world of cultivation, so it is too harsh, exhausting the mind, and it will be difficult to survive over the years.

When entering the country, most of them end suddenly and depressed.

"What are you looking at?" Mu Liang showed off his coercion and did not forget to grab Feng Ruqing's wrist to prevent her from being hurt. Seeing her turning back frequently, he couldn't help but ask in confusion.

Feng Ruqing said matter-of-factly, "Look at that sword cultivator."

"There's nothing to see, just a bunch of barbarians." Mu Liang threw the words back. Although the voice was not loud, the cultivator's hearing and eyesight were different from ordinary people. Naturally, the group of Qingyuan Sect disciples also heard it and immediately looked over with hatred again.

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Mu Liang didn't like Qingyuan Sect Sword Cultivator, not because he didn't like people with a cruel temperament. His master Shi Zizhen had a very cruel temperament. In the world of cultivation, no one dared to be the second best, so Mu Liang always respected him.

Mu Liang just doesn't like people with strong temperaments but weak abilities. Most of these people will only cause trouble.

Moreover, the Qingyuan Sect has been involved in many joint missions, and most of the Xuanyun Mountain disciples are regarded as easy to bully because of their indifferent temperament. Mu Liang is very protective of his children. This time he is here, even if the Qingyuan Sect is a biting wild dog, he will be easy to bully.

You have to keep your mouth shut.

Feng Ruqing always knew that the senior brother protected the disciples in the sect, so as long as he led the team, many disciples would like to follow. With a smile on her face, she looked sideways at the stern face of the senior brother, and couldn't help but think of the sect.

The nickname given to the senior brother - Lao Mazi.

"Why are you laughing?" Mu Liang slowed down a bit and looked at Feng Ruqing with confusion. Feng Ruqing raised a bright smile. Although her face could not be seen under the scarf, she had a pair of peach blossom eyes.

Wan said, "Elder brother looks like a mother who takes her bullied child to find someone to argue with."

Mu Liang was stunned for a moment, then showed a helpless and funny expression, reached out and tapped Feng Ruqing's forehead, "You..."

The two slowed down briefly, then sped up again. Feng Ruqing followed Mu Liang, running her spiritual power under her feet, and soon arrived at the entrance of the village.

The place is surrounded by mountains and rivers with lush vegetation and the scenery is very good. Even standing at the entrance of the village, before entering, you can hear the tinkling of spring water in the distance, and the wind blowing in front of you is wrapped with a good smell.

The lush greenery makes it a very suitable place to settle down, quite a bit like a paradise.

The houses in the village are densely built, and many of the neighbors have no fences. It can be seen that if nothing happened, the place must be very lively. You can open the door and chat with the neighbors who are watering the ground and growing vegetables, and it is harmonious and comfortable.

But now, the wind blowing in front of us has lost a trace of popularity. The whole village is very quiet. Every house is closed and it is unknown how many people are left in the village.

Although it is not far from the nearest town, it is not close either. If it were not for the ascetic monks who happened to pass by here and noticed something was wrong, they would also detect the traces of ghost cultivators in the name of staying overnight and send a message to all the members of the cultivation world.

Home, I am afraid that even if the whole village is destroyed, no one will know that this supposedly peaceful small village has encountered a vicious human ghost cultivator.

It's just that the village gate is closed at the moment, and the Fuluomen disciples should be waiting for them here, but there is no sign of that person.

Everyone looked around and saw a thin man sitting on the stone pier at the entrance of the village, taking a nap on the stone pier in the sunshine.

He was swaying like he was about to fall down at any moment, his thin and sad face was facing the door, his eyes were half-opened, and the bright sunlight shrouded him completely, but Feng Ruqing felt that there was an indescribable grayness about him.

A disciple took a step forward and was about to speak to the man who was so tall and tall. However, before he could speak, the Qingyuan Sect disciples who were already behind them crossed them and rushed forward first. A few of them opened the entrance to the village.

At the door, there was a man who stabbed the man who was sleeping or awake with the hilt of his sword.

"This big brother!" Feng Ruqing saw that he was still the fat little man with a round face, and used the hilt of his sword to beat the man to the ground.

The man opened his cloudy eyes and slowly raised his head. His face looked about thirty years old, but for some reason it gave him the impression of being decrepit.

"This is Fengling Village, right? We are cultivators who received a call for help and came to help you exorcise evil spirits." The chubby face turned back to look at the disciples of his sect and said to the man.

The man stared at him for a moment, then smiled, "Oh, the immortal is here, the immortal is here, we are saved, we are saved!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the little chubby-faced hand, moved closer and said, "Immortal, help me, Immortal, please help me..."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, an indescribable stench came from the man's mouth. The little chubby face immediately wanted to retreat, but the man looked shaky and stiff, and the wind blew his dirty and tattered clothes, as if they were hanging.

On the bamboo pole, his strength was surprisingly strong, and the little fat face couldn't pull his hand out for a while.

"let me go!"

The little chubby face is originally a coward who pretends to be powerful, and his level is only on the passing line for the inner disciples of Qingyuan Sect. Qingyuan Sect does not have any rules that prohibit low-level disciples from going out to practice in order to reduce the casualties of disciples. Everyone has their own rules.

Living by one's ability is the only way to be capable.

However, there is a rule in the Qingyuan Sect that the magic cannot be used easily on ordinary people. The little chubby face can only compete with that man. He is not as strong as the man, and the scene of screaming and screaming is very ugly.

Chi Chengcheng couldn't stand it anymore and glanced at the disciples beside him. Then two Qingyuan disciples came forward, broke the man's hand apart, and freed the chubby face. Naturally, they also smelled the man's body.

They all frowned at the smell.

The man also noticed that he had lost his composure, rubbed his hands and said apologetically, "It's the first time I've seen a living immortal. I lost my composure for a while... I can't help the little immortal."

He bowed in the direction of the chubby face, but when he lowered his head, he couldn't help but licked his lips and said, "My name is Yan Liu. My family lives in this village. I have been waiting here for the immortals for a long time.

Everyone, come with me."

He said, looking at everyone one by one with bright eyes, mumbling and counting.

It happened that the direction of the wind changed at this moment, and the smell from the man's mouth blew toward everyone, causing several of them to block their noses.

Mu Liang saw that something was not right about this person, and quietly released spiritual power to test his surroundings. There was no doubt that he was indeed a living person, and it was probably because he was too dirty that the smell smelled bad.

Feng Ruqing looked at the man who was checking the number of people. His expression was very strange, and she felt very uncomfortable. It was like... like the man she had seen keeping pigs and dogs slaves in captivity.

The feeling of counting outside the cage.

Feng Ruqing once worked as a slave. Although it was a very long memory, the pain was always particularly profound. That memory seemed to be shrouded in the man's strange eyes again, and she moved closer to Mu Liang without realizing it.

Mu Liang reached out and put his hand on her shoulder. Feeling her stiffness, he thought she was afraid, so he comforted her in a low voice, "Young junior sister, don't be afraid, this person is alive."

Feng Ruqing moved her lips, trying to say that even the dirt rolled in feces and urine shouldn't smell like this. It didn't taste like dirt, but more like... the smell of rot.

Feng Ruqing experienced a great plague more than ten years ago. After she was infected, she was placed in a plague camp outside the city, where the smell lingered all day long.

It's not the smell of rotting corpses, but the smell of living people rotting. That plague is called the plague of the living dead. As long as anyone gets infected and doesn't get timely treatment, he will start to rot from the internal organs.

Feng Ruqing took advantage of her young age and sneaked away at night, mingling with the refugees and secretly following a doctor who went up the mountain to collect herbs. When she saw what he was digging for, she would find the same thing to eat. How could she survive?

I can't remember, the only thing I remember clearly is the smell of living people rotting.

But her cultivation level is low, and everyone present is better than her. None of them showed any abnormal expressions. Feng Ruqing promised not to cause trouble for Mu Liang. She can't say that this living person may be dead. There is no basis.

Without evidence, who would believe her.

Moreover, this person is not like those who have contracted the living dead plague, lying on the ground and can only cry and cry. He can still walk and move, but he is very dirty. If he cannot explain it clearly, the senior brother will think that she is

Being afraid, it was useless to ask him to comfort her all the time, so Feng Ruqing pursed her lips and shut up, not expressing her thoughts.

"Brother, I wonder if a monk in this village has come to stay overnight recently?" Mu Liang stepped forward with a gentle tone and did not show any disdain. He was over a hundred years old, so there was no problem in calling this man eldest brother.

He is naturally easy to arouse people's good impressions, whether it is his appearance, temperament, or tone of voice. The man named Yan Liu scratched his head and answered neatly, "Yes, yes! You say Miaochang Little Living Buddha, just

In the village!”

Mentioning the disciple who reported the news to Fulomen, Yan Liu's muddy eyes filled with tears, "Little Living Buddha Miaochang is a great and good man. There are some evil things happening in our village. People are dying every night. Every night

Damn it, after the Miao Chang Little Living Buddha came, the village finally calmed down a bit..."

Yan Liu's tears were still flowing, but when he said this, he suddenly smiled, "It's the immortals that Miaochang Little Living Buddha helped us find. Now that the immortals are here, we are safe, we are safe... we are safe...

"

He said it was safe three times in a row, which made people feel very uncomfortable. It was unusual to see everyone's eyes brighten.

However, since the disciples of Floman sent a letter to explain the situation in the village, everyone automatically interpreted this man's unusual behavior as being too frightened. In extreme fear, there were many who went crazy. At least this man was still alive.

I can express it completely and clearly, but it just smells a little bit stinky, and I am indeed a living person.

Mu Liang also tested him with the disciples of Fulomen, and the disciple who reported the news was indeed called Miao Chang. After hearing Yan Liu's words that Miao Chang was still in the village, no one in the crowd had any doubts about him and followed him.

Village.

But Feng Ruqing felt too comfortable. She didn't feel comfortable anywhere, not just this man. Ever since she entered the village, she felt something was wrong all over her body. Just a few steps into the village, the storage pendant suddenly became hot. Feng Ruqing

Qing reached out and touched it, and realized that the Yunling instrument was broken.

It is not suitable for her to look at storage pendants now. This phenomenon often happens. After all, her storage pendants have all kinds of junk. Sometimes she just sees something and thinks it is suitable for spiritual accumulation, so she throws it in. There are many of them.

Some things couldn't withstand the dissipation and collapse of Yunling, but Feng Ruqing felt a little uneasy in her heart.

She looked at Mu Liang again, and Mu Liang reached out and touched her head. Feng Ruqing subconsciously wanted to rub it twice for comfort, but with so many people, it was not the right time.

She held back and bit her cheek flesh, attributing this phenomenon to her weak ability. In fact, every time she went out for training and entered some secret realm, she would also have this uncomfortable feeling. Feng Ru

Qing comforted herself and didn't pay too much attention.
To be continued...