Chapter 13 Qinghe Eighteen Forms of the Outer Sect
Sun Jing held her waist with both hands and lightly lifted her white coat. Her face was expressionless and she looked very calm.
As the deputy director of Qinglongshen Mental Hospital, Sun Jing is quite prestigious and behaves so calmly that young doctors spontaneously gathered around him.
This group has the highest level of culture and is also the most leaderless, so it needs a backbone.
There was only one thought in Sun Jing's mind: "My pants are already wet, and my coat must be kept dry. This is the biggest thing in my life."
Compared to social death, time travel is not worth mentioning.
Compared with social death, mental illness is nothing to mention.
No matter whether you have traveled through time or are suffering from acute mental illness, it is not as important as maintaining your dignity in life.
Weng Yuyu ran out of the Taoist temple and discovered the incredible desolation around her.
On Earth, even if temples and Taoist temples are not located in urban areas, they have long been developed into tourist attractions, with various facilities in good condition and neatly built roads.
Xuanlou Temple is located in a small mountain. There are no human settlements for dozens of kilometers around, and there are no major roads. There is only a trail that is overgrown with weeds and very steep. People who are not accustomed to walking on mountain roads dare not walk on it.
Xuanlou Temple has even had a vendetta, and many people have died. If there were people nearby and it wasn't so desolate, something big would have happened long ago.
She was just a 20-year-old girl who was helpless. She cried anxiously. She didn't dare to run around or go back to the Taoist temple. She didn't know what to do.
Fortunately, Weng Yuyu didn't hesitate for long when she saw several colleagues running out of the Taoist temple, followed by a security guard. She went up to them with hope and shouted: "Are you here too?"
When a young nurse saw Weng Yuyu, she was surprised and said, "Yuyu, why did you mess up Yan Xi's murderous hand?"
The security guard next to him turned pale and muttered: "Why are we here too? Who wanted to come? We were harmed by Yan Xi's mental illness."
The young nurses chatted together and discussed for a long time. They unanimously decided to go back to the Taoist Temple to meet the doctors.
Only the security guard who followed him gritted his teeth and decided to continue walking along the path and leave this weird Taoist temple.
Yan Xi stood on the courtyard wall, looking at the group of young nurses who ran out. After all, his conscience was still intact, and he was a little worried that these young girls would not be able to adapt to this ancient world.
Fortunately, there is a security guard following me, who can help somewhat.
After a few nurses walked back and the security guard left along the path, he curled his lips and gained a new understanding of human nature.
The few security guards who had traveled through time, except for the one who followed the little nurse, all dispersed and wandered around the Taoist temple, knocking and knocking, trying to find some ancient relics and make a little fortune.
Yan Xi was not worried either. He had all the gold and silver coins, a black gold cassock, and a bottle of elixir with him, so he was not afraid of being touched.
Apart from the large number of dead people, there is nothing eye-catching in Xuanlou Temple.
Weapons of wealthy merchants, scattered silver coins and copper coins, as well as Yun Laodao's Qing Kung Notes, which were quite thick and inconvenient to carry, were scattered and hidden in various Taoist temples.
In case someone finds it, it can be used as a way to enhance the fun of time travel for this group of people.
A time-traveling life requires a little surprise.
Anyway, when you leave, you must leave your things behind.
After dozens of minutes, almost everyone gathered around the most "calm" Vice President Sun Jing.
Several security guards had gained a lot and were very happy. They felt that it was a worthwhile trip.
A security guard found Yun Jizi's Qinggong handbook, read it several times, and found that he did not recognize the words on it.
The characters in this world are somewhat similar to the ancient texts on Earth, but most of them are different. He doesn't have a character card, so he can't understand them at all.
He handed it to Sun Jing with a smile and asked: "Dean Sun, what does this thing say? Is it a valuable antique?"
Sun Jing was holding the coat but didn't pick it up at all. He frowned and said, "It's not an antique. It's a martial arts secret book. It should be sold on Taobao."
The security guard didn't believe it and strongly asked Sun Jing to take a closer look. How could Sun Jing put down his coat and show him this thing? He snorted and ignored it.
The security guard got angry and shouted: "Since it's useless, I'll tear it up!"
The security guard tore up the Qing Gong manuscript when he tried to exert force with his hands.
Yan Xi couldn't stand it any longer. Although he didn't think Yun Jizi's Qinggong Notes were very valuable, the thing was his, how could it be destroyed so easily?
Yan Xi grabbed half a brick from the wall, shook his hand and punched it, hitting the security guard's wrist and knocking the Qing Gong manuscript to the ground.
A young doctor couldn't help shouting: "That fool who has been silent has hit someone."
Yan Xi smiled silently and did not answer other people's questions in order to keep his identity mysterious. Did he not expect that he would be regarded as a fool?
He was so angry that he shouted angrily: "From today on, you are the outer disciples of Xuanlou Temple. That scroll is the introductory technique of our sect - the Eighteen Moves of the Blue Crane."
Master Yun Jizi is nicknamed Yunzhong Qinghe, and his Qinggong is called Qinghe Eighteen Styles, which is definitely appropriate.
Randomly giving a name to Yun Jizi's Qinggong, Yan Xi rose into the air and chopped the bluestone ground with his big feet. Using the bronze elephant skill of the Great Perfection of his life, he stepped on the bluestone on the ground with one kick, and the sound was extremely fierce.
Taking advantage of this power, Yan Xi continued to threaten: "In ten days, if you cannot master the first of the Eighteen Forms of the Blue Crane, all of them will be sent to the handyman hall and have to go down to the mines to dig for spiritual stones."
After saying this, Yan Xi's chest felt hot, a stream of heat surged up, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.
He hadn't recovered from his internal injuries yet, so he was moaning and vomiting blood. It was not unfair.
Taoist Yanxi is a fat man, more than 1.90 meters tall. He leaps into the air from the top of the wall and breaks the bluestone ground. These are all inhuman performances.
As for the mouthful of blood that was sprayed, it revealed a strong and bloody character, which actually calmed the group of people.
Everyone looked at each other, and a young doctor picked up the Qing Gong manuscript and said, "Let me read it to you first! Although I can't understand many of the words, it's probably okay to read it."
Yan Xi's face turned red. As he wiped away the blood, he thought fiercely: "When you go back and say that you know martial arts, how can you explain that you are not mentally ill?"
There were surveillance cameras inside and outside the ward. The security guard saw on the surveillance camera that Yan Xi had held Nurse Weng hostage. He was about to call his colleagues to rescue her when the two people suddenly disappeared. He almost thought that he had become mentally ill after working in a mental hospital for too long.
Sun Jing led a group of people to conduct ward rounds. Yan Xi suddenly appeared, then suddenly disappeared, taking away a group of colleagues, suddenly appeared again, and suddenly disappeared again, taking away a group of doctors.
The security guard in the monitoring room believed that his condition was serious and did not dare to hide his illness and avoid medical treatment. He hurriedly called and reported it.
The doctor in the duty room who answered the phone heard the security guard in the monitoring room say excitedly: "Doctor, I found out that someone can time travel. It's that Yan Xi. Not only can he travel back and forth by himself, but he can also bring the doctors and nurses in the hospital with several
The security guards took us away!"
The doctor on duty hung up the phone and cursed: "Someone must be greedy for cheap and find a mentally ill person to be a security guard. These ignorant people dare to do this kind of thing, and sooner or later something big will happen."
"I want to complain to my superiors."
I have written this chapter five times, from the perspectives of several characters, but none of them seem right, have logic bugs, and are not interesting.
I stayed up all night and deleted almost 8,000 words. It was almost five o'clock and I wrote a chapter about Krishna, the Great Matchmaker. I scheduled an update in the morning...
But when I woke up in the morning, I still felt that it was not good enough, so I deleted that chapter and rewrote the sixth edition.
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