The stars are shining brightly in the night sky, and the wind is whining and desolate!
Yan Xi coughed twice and vomited half a mouthful of blood. He wiped his mouth and felt a little confused. Vomiting blood was not a good sign. He was in good health last time he came here.
A young voice cried anxiously: "Second senior brother! You are awake. Master is gone. If you are gone, what will I do?"
Only then did Yan Xi realize that he had an extra "small pendant" on his body, which he didn't have last time.
The little Taoist boy who was crying on Yan Xi's body had a delicate appearance, but his face and body were covered with dirt, and he rolled on the ground several times.
Yan Xi touched his whole body and didn't find anything eye-catching on his body. He felt a little relieved and observed the surrounding environment.
There were several places in the dilapidated hall where skylight leaked out. It was already late at night outside, and starlight was falling through the gaps in the roof.
The three statues of gods in the center of the hall have a lot of paint falling off, and there is dust everywhere. There is a coffin parked in the empty space. The boards are very thin, and the paint is only a shallow layer. The paint is very uneven and looks very cheap.
Look.
This coffin is brand new, as is probably the case for the dead person inside.
These are similar to last time. He was frightened by this coffin last time.
There were six or seven corpses placed next to the coffin. They were all dressed like wealthy people. They were stout and had fierce faces. The blood on the corpses had not yet dried, and they looked fresh. Several weapons were piled up, and the cold light was dazzling, which is rare.
weapon.
These things "really" didn't exist last time.
Yan Xi was shocked and couldn't help but cursed: "I'm going to kill you!"
"I just feel like there's something wrong with this ancient world."
"What's wrong with this damn thing?"
"Why are there more dead people besides the coffins?"
"The little Taoist priest just said that our master is gone."
"Am I keeping a wake?"
"Are the ones next to them the burial objects?"
"The Taoist priests in this world are quite cruel!"
Yan Xi suppressed the doubts in his heart and felt the body again.
This fat little Taoist priest is still underage, about fifteen or sixteen years old. He is tall and strong, weighing over two hundred kilograms, and is 1.9 meters tall. He is wearing a fat Taoist robe. The Taoist robe is covered with blood stains. It is obvious that he was injured.
Injured.
Yan Xi took a deep breath, and was just about to ask his "little pendant" what happened here? Stars popped up in front of his eyes, and his brain began to beat again. It was like his brain was boiling, and countless things appeared in the air.
Word.
Role: Taoist (Yanxi)
Name: Huang Shao
longevity:15/15
Disciple: Snow Mountain Sect
Master: Taoist Jiuhe
Taoism: None
Martial Arts: Snow Mountain Sect Breathing Technique (not yet started), White Ape Fist (Proficient: 78%), Bronze Elephant Kung Fu (Advanced: 15%), Iron Bone Kung Fu (Proficient: 23%)
Talent: Copper Skin and Iron Bone
Skills: None
Items: None
Character Card: Taoist (Yanxi) Original Storyline:
Taoist Jiuhe passed by Niujia Village and found Huang Shao, a young man from a poor family. He had good bones and was born with copper skin and iron bones. He became interested in talents and accepted him as his second disciple, giving him the Taoist title: Yanxi.
Not long after Taoist Jiuhe accepted his disciples, he discovered that Huang Shaokong had a good foundation, but his aptitude was dull and he was not very smart. He could not learn Taoism or swordsmanship well.
In desperation, he used the six-move sword technique to give his stupid disciple three foreign martial arts—White Ape Fist, Bronze Elephant Kung Fu, and Iron Bone Kung Fu! Let Yanxi put in the effort to practice foreign martial arts.
I hope that this stupid apprentice will one day develop a true Qi from the outside to the inside, and then teach the profound martial arts of the Snow Mountain Sect.
A few days ago, an enemy gathered a dozen gangsters and came to seek revenge.
In order to protect his two young disciples, Taoist Jiuhe fought hard and relied on his exquisite swordsmanship to kill seven martial arts masters in a row, forcing back the most powerful enemies. He himself was also seriously injured.
The old Taoist priest knew that he was about to die soon. He made some arrangements for his funeral and passed away, leaving behind a dilapidated Taoist temple and two useless young disciples...
"I am Taoist Yanxi!"
Yan Xi was thoughtful and glanced at the small pendant on his body.
Taoist Jiuhe's eldest disciple Duan Kegui has left his apprenticeship a long time ago and is not at Xuanlou Temple, so Taoist Jiuhe has only his second disciple Yanxi and his junior disciple Yuechi beside him.
The small pendant is Daotong Moon Pond.
As an online article author, Yan Xi's reading speed is very fast. The entire story line is equivalent to the outline of an online article, and the story is quite complete. He quickly understood the general outline.
Yanxi is not talented enough. Although he practices hard, his martial arts is only second to third rate. Although Yuechi has obtained the true biography of Taoist Jiuhe, he is too young to be able to fight.
Nurse Yanxi was so eager that he tried his best to block the palm of the cold mountain warrior Liang Mengchun for his master. He was also seriously injured and was on the verge of death. When his master died, he was so furious that he fainted.
Junior brother Yuechi buried his master and moved the corpses of gangsters killed by his master elsewhere in the Taoist temple. Only then did Yan Xi see the horrifying scene.
Yuechi obviously couldn't see the words floating in the air, and cried and threw herself beside the second senior brother, with a worried look on his face, fearing that the second senior brother was gone too.
Yan Xi comforted the little pendant for a few words, and then read the story line carefully.
According to the original story line, a few hours later, the two enemies came back and saw that Taoist Jiuhe was dead. In order to question the swordsmanship of Xueshan Sect, they tortured the two young Taoist priests and finally dismembered them. Yanxi and Yuechi died.
It's unspeakably miserable.
When Yan Xi saw this, he broke out in a cold sweat and thought angrily: "In a few hours, this crying little Taoist boy and I will have sex, and we will die very miserably. What kind of underworld script is this?"
"I want to go back to the mental hospital."
"The doctors in the hospital are all professionals, and the nurses are also very patient. Although they will give me medicine, acupuncture, and electric shock treatment, they will not torture me, and they will even perform dissections!"
"Actually... the food in the mental hospital is pretty good."
Yan Xi glanced at Yuechi, who was crying, and felt a little unbearable. He thought to himself: "This child is so miserable. It's a pity that I can't take him away."
"I'll just stay with him for a while and wait until my enemies come to visit before I leave."
"It can be considered as hospice care. Let's send some warmth."
"I can't do anything else."
He patted the little pendant's shoulder, sighed, and said, "Yuechi, don't cry yet. Let's look for senior brother to see if there is any medicine in the temple."
Yuechi got up sobbing and choking, and came back a short time later with two plasters in hand and said, "Master took all the best medicines for wounds and only had two plasters."
Yan Xi said: "Go and help me melt it away."
He took off his Taoist robe and looked down. He saw a green palm print on his chest. The fibers were all visible. The palm lines were like a faint cold air, as if it would jump out of his chest and slap his face.
Yan Xi thought to himself: "It turns out that he vomited blood after being hit by this palm. What kind of martial arts is this? It can actually deal ice damage! I don't know if it can be cured."
Junior brother Yuechi ran to the side of the main hall, baked the plaster on the evergreen lamp, and carefully applied it to his senior brother's chest.
I really didn’t save the manuscript.
Nowadays, when writing things that require strong logic, thinking is very slow. The story of a chapter needs to be considered repeatedly to avoid big logical bugs.
Thank you to Mr. Sanxian for being the great leader, and also to my old friends Steam Cactus, Joram, Xing Heng, The Past is Gone East, and the Little Book Boy for their support...