The weather in January is unpredictable. A moment ago it was clear and the sky was clear, and in the next moment it was cloudy again.
Not long after, the rain poured down from the sky like a pouring water.
About sixty miles away from Qingshui Fang City, two figures wearing raincoats and bamboo hats stood quietly in the forest, letting the rain wash over their bodies.
But the strange thing is that before the rainwater touches their bodies, it is blocked by a layer of zhenqi on the surface.
The raincoats they wore seemed not to protect themselves from rain, but more like props to hide their identities.
Soon.
Another group of gray shadows rushed towards the two of them. This figure floated tens of feet away from its feet and fell into the eyes of mortals. It was no different from a ghost.
"How did you get to this point?"
The gray shadow stopped in front of the two of them, and the leader of the two had a somewhat dissatisfied attitude.
"Hey, Manager Wu, I was delayed because of something just now. Please forgive me."
This gray shadow kept giving away his hands to be harassed, with a humble attitude.
If his image hadn't been ruined by the distorted and disgusting pink scars lying like centipedes on his face, people might have misunderstood him as an honest man.
"Tu Laosan, although you did a good job in the first two times, if you miss the third son's big event, be careful with your head."
Manager Wu nodded at Tu Laosan, turned around and left.
Tu Laosan and another companion did not dare to neglect and quickly followed behind Manager Wu.
On the road.
Another companion was a little curious and asked: "Tu Laosan, what are you doing, making me and Manager Wu wait for so long?"
Hearing this, a lustful smile flashed across Tu Laosan's lips, but he quickly restrained it, shook his head and said: "It's a small matter, Brother Xiao, let's do our best to complete the errands assigned by the Third Young Master."
"Um."
Seeing that Tu Laosan was unwilling to say anything, the monk named Xiao stopped asking further questions.
"What a beast!"
Less than ten miles away from Manager Wu and the other three, Mr. Gong looked at the two corpses in front of him with an angry expression.
The two corpses were none other than Yang Laoliu's wife and children who were driven out of Qingshuifang City yesterday.
Among them, Ms. Yang's clothes were messy and her lower body was in extreme condition. It was obvious that she had suffered inhuman torture before her death.
As for her son, his chest was pierced by a branch, and his whole body was hanging on a tree, with his head still facing the direction of his mother.
Su Ming could imagine that before he died, he could only watch his mother being violated.
Beside the official road not far from the dense forest, a carriage was parked there. The hungry horse had lost its owner and was standing there at a loss, eating weeds.
Even though he was so calm and respectful, he was a little angry and couldn't control his emotions at this moment: "A dignified monk, you can be so cruel to a mortal."
Su Ming stood aside, frowning slightly.
Any normal person would feel angry if they witnessed such an inhumane scene.
After a stick of incense.
Two new tombs appeared in the dense forest. There were no tombstones or inscriptions. They were just buried in the ground.
Su Ming and Gong Lao stood in front of the grave, silent for a long time.
"Let's go."
Mr. Gong’s voice was low.
Su Ming nodded, and the two left the place.
For the rest of the journey, both of them lost interest in talking and were all on their way with their heads covered.
Not long after, night fell.
But for monks with spiritual consciousness, the difference between night and day is not big.
Su Ming's spiritual consciousness detection range is not very far.
But Gong Lao, an eighth-level qi-training monk, has a spiritual detection range of 50 feet, which is several times farther than Su Ming's 10-foot spiritual detection range.
Therefore, the two of them shuttled through the dense forest at night without any hindrance.
Since they were still responsible for patrolling, and the two of them were busy at work, Su Ming and the others did not go very fast.
Otherwise, the two of them would have reached a distance of only a hundred miles.
"stop!"
Suddenly, Gonglao stretched out his palm to signal Su Ming to stop.
Su Ming quickly stopped and asked, "What's wrong, Mr. Gong?"
"There's movement!"
Mr. Gong looked serious.
I saw him lying directly on the ground with his ears pressed to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Su Ming's outlook was shattered.
A monk actually judged the situation by listening to the vibrations on the ground. The scene in front of him was really inconsistent.
But if you think about it carefully, the spiritual detection range of an eighth-level qi-training monk is only 50 feet in radius, less than half a mile.
But by listening to the vibrations on the ground through your ears, you can hear what is happening several miles away or even more than ten miles away.
Judging from the rough access to information, the two can be judged as superior.
"There are monks fighting in that direction!"
Mr. Gong stood up and pointed to the northeast with his finger.
"going or not?"
Mr. Gong turned to look at Su Ming.
Su Ming thought for a while and nodded lightly. If he had his original temperament, he would never cause more trouble.
But seeing the miserable scene of the Yang family's wife and children during the day, Su Ming felt the urge to find the murderer urgently.
Judging from the bodies of the Yang family's wife and children, the murderer must be a monk because there were traces of magic being performed at the scene.
I just don't know if the murderer is a member of the Zhang family or a casual cultivator from the same group as them.
But no matter who it was, Su Ming wanted to kill him.
Su Ming's unwillingness to cause trouble does not mean that he is afraid of trouble, especially things that seriously impact his inner bottom line.
Seeing Su Ming nod, Gong Lao's eyes flashed with appreciation.
Steady but not completely cold-blooded, careful and chivalrous in his dealings.
Mr. Gong looked at Su Ming with increasingly satisfied eyes.
Immediately, without any further ado, he handed Su Ming a spiritual talisman.
"This is."
"Breathing Talisman."
As Mr. Gong said, he directly slapped another breath-containing talisman on himself.
The next moment, the fluctuations in Gong Lao's aura became vague and non-existent. Unless you carefully inspected it, you wouldn't be able to detect it at all.
Without saying a word, Su Ming patted the Breath Condensing Talisman on himself.
Mr. Gong said again: "Slow down and move closer."
Su Ming nodded.
The two of them slowly approached in the northeast direction, making no sound except for the sound of wind.
"Zhu Hai, stop struggling."
Deep in the jungle.
A young man with a handsome face, dressed in white robes, stood aside with his hands clasped behind his back, admiring the battle in front of him.
In the field, Zhou Hai was panting violently, making a whirring sound like a bellows.
Under his feet, there was a corpse. It was a casual cultivator who was in the Qi training period with him.
However, at this moment, the other party turned into a corpse.
Cold sweat broke out on Zhou Hai's fat face. He looked around at the three people surrounding him.
Of these three, one is at the eighth level of Qi training stage, and the other two are at the sixth level of Qi training stage.
And Zhou Zhouhai himself only has a seventh-level Qi cultivation level, so he may not be the opponent of this eighth-level Qi cultivation monk in a single fight, let alone the fact that the opponent has two sixth-level Qi cultivation monks assisting him.
Compared with these three people, the one who chilled Zhou Haiyun even more was the young man in fine clothes.
This person is only in his twenties, but his cultivation level is as high as the ninth level of Qi training!
With this person holding the battle, Zhou Hai has no chance of escaping.
Zhou Zhouhai finally recognized the reality and begged for mercy: "Third Young Master, I, Zhou Hai, have admitted defeat. I am willing to give up the spiritual rice business in Xifang District. I hope Third Young Master can give me a way to survive."
"Give it up?"
The third son of the Zhang family, dressed in white attire, had a cruel smile on his face, "I, Zhang Jingyu, will take whatever I like!"
When Zhou Zhouhai heard this, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes: "If you don't give me a way to live, then we will die together!"
"Do you deserve it if you work hard?"
Zhang Jingyu raised his hand, and a pair of flaming ring-shaped magic weapons flew out of the storage bag.
The next moment, the pair of fire rings were entangled with each other, and with a violent whistling sound, they blasted towards the sea on Thursday.
A first-level high-grade magic weapon, a ring of flames!