Chapter Three Hundred and Twenty-One Recalling the Two Little No Guess
The 600,000-strong army of the Later Jin Dynasty gathered together and came in a mighty manner. Before they reached the border between the Yan State and the Later Jin Dynasty, the incident spread throughout the world.
For a time, the Great Yan was shaken, there were turbulent storms everywhere, and the border was even more turbulent. A large number of people began to flee towards the south.
No one believed that Tianwaitian and the new leader of the Northern Wilderness Road, the Ghost Swordsman, could stop this 600,000-strong army that resembled wolves and tigers.
After An Jing got the news, he headed towards Beihuang Road overnight.
Two days later, we arrived at Youcheng.
In the antique room, An Jing sat at the top, looking at the sand table in front of him.
Qiu Lun stood below happily and said: "Brother, I knew that one day we would fight side by side."
As soon as An Jing arrived at Youcheng, Qiu Lun hurried over, but Wang Shiyi, who commanded the main army in the north, made no movement at all, not even a messenger.
An Jing said calmly: "Why didn't Wang Shiyi and Li Qirong come?"
"this"
Qiulun's face looked troubled and he stopped talking.
Who is Wang Shiyi? He is one of the three princes of the Yan Dynasty. He has been in the north to resist Hou Jin for many years. How can he be convinced by Anjing Jianghu Caomang?
An Jing waved his hand and said: "Forget it, you don't need to say more. The most important thing at the moment is how to deal with the Hou Jin army. Where is Jin Lu?"
This time Hou Jin went south, and the coach was Jin Lu who had captured Dong Luo Pass.
Qiu Lun said solemnly: "Tianmen City is the entrance to Beihuang Road, and the Hou Jin army will definitely attack this place with all its strength. Although Tianmen City is said to be easy to defend and difficult to attack, it is still difficult to defend so many Hou Jin armies.
possible."
An Dingding nodded, "The soldiers of Hou Jin are skilled in bows and horses and have strong bodies. If they fight in a conventional way, the soldiers of Dayan will definitely suffer."
Having said this, An Jing turned to look at Li Fuzhou and said, "Third Master, how is the refining of the machine puppet beast going?"
After the Demon Cult retreated to Youshan, An Jing handed over the Mohist Mechanism Technique to Li Fuzhou and sent people to develop the Mechanism Puppet Beast. Fortunately, he got a lot of property while cleaning up the Ma family, which was enough to support the Demon Cult's training.
Make some puppet machine beasts.
Moreover, the development of the machine puppet beast is in Youshan Mountain, and everything is being done secretly, just waiting to surprise Hou Jin.
Li Fuzhou stroked his beard and said with a smile: "Back to my uncle, there are a total of thirty-nine skilled craftsmen and two hundred and twenty-nine apprentices. After several months of refining, a total of three large machine puppet beasts and thirty-seven medium-sized puppet beasts have been refined.
One hundred and seven small ones, if mixed into the army, their power will be doubled, and they can even have unexpected effects."
Qiu Lun's eyes widened and he asked: "Brother, is the puppet beast you are talking about the puppet beast of the Mo family in the Great Qin Dynasty?"
During the Great Qin Dynasty, the Mohist School was very famous for its organ skills, but later on, the Mohist School declined, just like the Great Qin Dynasty. It was destroyed suddenly and silently.
"That's right, it's the puppet beast of the Mo family."
An Jing nodded and said: "With this batch of machine puppet beasts, maybe we can surprise the Hou Jin army at a critical moment."
Qiulun said in surprise: "That's great. This way, guarding the Beihuang Road will be a little more secure."
"Guard the Northern Wilderness Road?"
A sneer appeared at the corner of An Jing's lips, and he said: "If we just defend the Northern Wilderness Road, why would I need to take out this puppet machine beast?"
Qiu Lun heard An Jing's words and said in confusion: "Brother, what do you mean?"
An Jing pointed to Hou Jin's territory and said: "Wang Shiyi can't take the Beiyuan, I'll take it for him, and the Wang Ting that Wang Shiyi can't take, I'll take it for him."
Capture Houjinwangting!?
Qiu Lun blinked his eyes, a little unbelievable.
You must know that Hou Jin's 600,000-strong army is now attacking, and the troops are pointing directly at Beihuang Road, and the hundreds of thousands of troops under Wang Shiyi's command may not obey orders. In this case, it is lucky to be able to defend Beihuang Road.
Now Anjing actually wants to take over Houjin Palace?
"How can we withstand the Hou Jin army if we remain passively defensive?"
An Jing pointed to the sand table and said: "You have to know that the Southern Barbarians and the Zhao Kingdom will attack the Yan Kingdom at the same time. When the time comes, the Yan Kingdom will be besieged on all sides. We have no reinforcements to defend and will eventually be cannibalized sooner or later. It is better to defend instead of attack."
An Jing's target is the Holy Lord of the Snow Mountains, the emperor of the Later Jin Dynasty. How could it be possible that he was only limited to the Northern Wilderness Road?
Qiu Lun was still a little hesitant, "The Houjin people have been on horseback since they were young. If they meet in the field..."
After all, what An Jing said was so shocking, something that most people wouldn't even dare to think about.
A glint appeared in Li Fuzhou's eyes, and he turned from defense to offense. This was the idea he had discussed with An Jing in the past two days. At first, he was shocked by An Jing's bold move.
After all, this is too bold and risky. If it really succeeds, how amazing will it be?
An Jing looked at the sand table calmly and said: "Since Hou Jin wants to take Tianmen Pass, then we will go north from Tianjin to take Beiyuan, and then attack the royal court, establishing the world of the north in one fell swoop."
If Qiu Lun was a fledgling boy, his blood would surge when he heard An Jing's words, but he was not a fool.
Qiu Lun thought for a while and said: "Brother, what do you mean by letting Wang Shiyi guard Beihuang Road while we attack Houjin?"
An Jing asked: "Yes, you don't want to?"
Qiu Lun has tens of thousands of Pingyang Guards in his hands, and the Demon Cult has countless masters. When the two are combined, they will become a sharp knife, which can play a vital role at the most critical moment.
Qiu Lun patted his chest and said: "Not to mention my current status, even if my eldest brother is only a first-level white-robed man, I, Qiu Lun, will do my best to help."
"good."
An Jing patted Qiu Lun's shoulder and laughed.
At this moment, strong winds arose above Youcheng, and a figure covering the sky appeared in the sky, followed by a crisp chirping sound.
Everyone looked up and saw that it was Hong Hu.
"Madam is back."
A smile appeared in An Jing's eyes and he walked quickly out of the lobby.
I saw two figures jumping down from Honghu's back, it was Zhao Qingmei and Nangong Weiping.
Nangong Weiping's hair has been tidied up, and she looks like an ordinary old woman. Next to her, Zhao Qingmei is dressed in lavender clothes. She is extremely elegant, and her exquisite facial features will make people unforgettable for a lifetime.
Seeing An Jing, a smile appeared in her eyes.
"Leader!"
When Li Fuzhou and other demon sect masters saw this, they all knelt down respectfully.
Qiu Lun quickly clasped his fists and said, "It turns out to be my sister-in-law."
Sister-in-law!?
Zhao Qingmei glanced at Qiu Lun, and Qiu Lun suddenly felt a slight chill in his body. He subconsciously took two steps back, wondering in his heart: Did he say something wrong?
Zhao Qingmei waved her hand and said, "You guys should step back first."
After all, Nangong Weiping has a special status. Even if there are not many people in the Demon Cult who know her true strength and identity, let alone Qiu Lun in front of her.
"My subordinates will retire first."
Li Fuzhou was so shrewd that when he saw this, he stood up and left. Qiu Lun was also hesitant. How did he offend his sister-in-law? He could only retreat with the master of the Demon Cult.
Suddenly, only An Jing, Zhao Qingmei and Nangong Weiping were left.
"Let's talk after we go in."
An Jing held Zhao Qingmei's soft jade hand, and couldn't help but feel a cold chill, and the true energy in his body couldn't help but be instilled, and asked: "What's going on?"
Because An Jing's true energy has been refined from the "Nameless Heart Sutra", although it is not as good as Qin Shan's innate true energy, it is still much more powerful than ordinary true energy. However, entering Zhao Qingmei's body at this moment is like a mud cow entering the sea.
Nangong Weiping said from the side: "When I went to the Cloud Pagoda, I met the old man Shifang from the Cloud Pagoda. Xiao Nizi was hit in the palm, and a lot of cold and cold energy gathered in her body. It was difficult for me to remove it even with my cultivation level.
Its clear."
An Jing looked at Zhao Qingmei and said, "I was slapped by Old Man Shifang? Why didn't you tell me?"
Through Renzong intelligence, Zhao Qingmei never said that she was hit by the palm of the old man Shifang, and even Nangong Weiping was not able to remove the palm energy from the body. Obviously it was not that simple.
Zhao Qingmei shook her head, "I didn't know this energy could be cleared so well."
An Jing said solemnly: "Come in first and I will take your pulse."
Then the three of them walked into the lobby. An Jing put his finger on Zhao Qingmei's pulse, and a cold breath flowed into An Jing's hand along his fingertips.
Nangong Weiping also looked over. She had heard Zhao Qingmei say that An Jing was a famous doctor, but she didn't know what his medical skills were.
After a long time, An Jing's expression became extremely solemn, "This energy should be evil energy."
"Evil spirit!?"
Zhao Qingmei also frowned.
She also learned from the information from Anjing about the impact before and after the Battle of Suolongjing. She also knew that when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth increased sharply, a large amount of evil energy would emerge.
The evil spirit is dormant in the human body. At first, there is no discomfort at all, and the evil spirit will not be felt. Once it breaks out, it will pour out like a mountain torrent.
The consequences are unimaginable and unpredictable.
Nangong Weiping was shocked and asked: "Do you mean that Old Man Shifang injected the evil spirit into Xiao Qingmei with his palm?"
Evil energy and this kind of energy can only pollute the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the human body. How else can we use it?
An Dingding nodded and said in a deep voice: "Do you feel that your body and bones are very cold recently?"
Zhao Qingmei nodded slightly. Along the way back, she often felt cold. As time went by, the feeling became stronger and stronger, sometimes even giving her an uncomfortable tingling sensation.
Nangong Weiping asked: "Is there any way to eliminate this evil spirit?"
"At present, there is only one way."
An Jing took a deep breath and said, "It is to use the supreme yang energy of the most yang things to dissolve the evil spirits."
The direct and quick way to eliminate this evil spirit is to restrain the yin and yang. After all, the evil spirit belongs to yin and cold things, and the most yang qi is naturally the nemesis of the yin and cold things.
But the objects of the Zhiyang are very precious, and the objects of the Zhiyang must contain a large amount of Qi of the Zhiyang.
Nangong Weiping said: "This thing is extremely precious. It will not be easy to find it for a while."
An Jing's face was extremely solemn and he said nothing.
In Suolongjing, he knew how difficult it was to remove the evil spirit. At this moment, the evil spirit in Zhao Qingmei's body was many times greater than that in An Jing's body. The incomplete "Nameless Heart Sutra" was completely useless.
Zhao Qingmei held An Jing's hand tightly and said gently: "It's just evil spirit. There will always be a way to get rid of it."
An Jing nodded and said: "In my opinion, it will take some time before the evil spirit breaks out. There should be no serious problems for the time being."
"I'll go back and study it."
Nangong Weiping frowned and walked towards the back hall.
She is also very curious about evil spirits
The night was as indifferent as water, the mirror-like moon hung high in the sky, and the light as clear as flowing water spilled onto the glorious earth.
It was May at this time, and there was still a bit of coolness in the evening breeze.
The red candle swayed and the figures flickered.
Zhao Qingmei was like a child at the moment, talking excitedly about her travels with Nangong Weiping during this period.
"Later, Senior Nan and I went to Tianjiang Prefecture, which is close to Jiangnan Road. The customs of the two places are completely different. For example, they like to eat sweet food and have cultural customs. I prefer Zhao
There are some unique operas of the country, and some are even leftover from the Zhou Dynasty. Because of the control of the Black Ice Platform and the existence of the ban on martial arts in the arena, the Zhao State is indeed much stronger than the Yan State."
An Jing has never been to the State of Zhao, and only hears about the State of Zhao. The reputation of the State of Zhao in the State of Yan is extremely poor. Everyone agrees that Heibingtai controls the imperial power and interferes in internal affairs, and the people of the State of Zhao are living in dire straits.
But today I learned from Zhao Qingmei that Zhao State was not only stronger than Zhao State because of its reliance on elixirs, but also surpassed Yan State in all aspects such as economy and military.
Under Heibingtai's rule, the people of Zhao were not only wealthy, but also very happy.
Nowadays, chaos has emerged in the world. Nanman, Zhao and Hou Jin are attacking Dayan. Now Black Ice Platform has suffered heavy losses in Yujing City, so it seems that Hou Jin is the strongest, followed by Zhao and Nanman is last.
After careful calculation, Zhao Guo really attacked with all his strength, and his national power was actually not weaker than that of Hou Jin. After all, Zhao Guo had such a mysterious old monster on the Black Ice Platform.
A hint of murderous intent appeared in An Jing's eyes, "When I have time in the future, I must go to Zhao Country to see it."
Zhao Qingmei seemed to have endless things to say, and said: "There are also Zhao Guo's pastries and delicacies. I specially learned a few specialties. The taste of Tianjiang smoked goose is outstanding. I just looked at it once and understood it."
The trick.”
At this moment, Zhao Qingmei seems not to be the leader of the Demon Cult, but just a girl next door who talks endlessly.
An Jing held the somewhat cold hand and laughed, "Okay, if it doesn't taste good."
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing fiercely and said, "If it doesn't taste good, you have to eat it all."
"How could it not be delicious?"
An Jing said quickly: "Everything Madam cooks is delicious."
Zhao Qingmei snuggled gently into An Jing's arms, with a faint smile on her lips, and then said: "Did you know? In fact, Senior Nan is quite good along the way. She actually explained "Nine Nether Purgatory" to me.
"Magic Book" and gave me two snow lotuses."
An Jing was a little surprised when he heard this.
After all, Zhao Qingmei and Nangong Weiping have a strong competitive relationship. In the end, either Zhao Qingmei will inherit all of Nangong Weiping's cultivation base, or Nangong Weiping will absorb all of Zhao Qingmei's cultivation base, return to the Grand Master, and even reach the Great Grand Master.
The pinnacle of the master.
An Jing still said: "No matter what, you must be careful about Nangong Weiping."
Zhao Qingmei responded: "Well, I know it well."
"correct."
An Jing thought of something and said, "Mr. Lu told me what happened back then. In fact, your father did not die at the hands of the Human Emperor."
Zhao Qingmei's parents did not die in the hands of the Emperor of Dayan as Jiang Shang said, but in the hands of Jiang Shang.
When Jiang Shang discovered that Zhao Qingmei was a once-in-a-thousand-year martial arts prodigy, he took advantage of the flood to kill Zhao Shizai and his wife, and then took Zhao Qingmei away after the flood.
A cold light appeared in Zhao Qingmei's eyes, and she whispered: "I have known for a long time that my father was killed by Jiang Shang."
An Jing looked at the beautiful face in front of him and said, "You already knew this?"
Zhao Qingmei nodded heavily, "Third Master told me after returning to Yan State."
An Jing thought for a moment and said, "Then what are your plans?"
Zhao Qingmei said coldly: "Find Jiang Shang first."
An Dingding nodded, thinking of the scene when he saw Jiang Shang for the last time. Jiang Shang, who had received that ball of immortal blood, might have improved his cultivation level again, or he might have been promoted to the realm of five qi.
Zhao Qingmei looked at An Jing and said, "So, you know everything?"
An Jing snorted and said proudly: "With my intelligence, I would have known it a long time ago."
In fact, he didn't understand many times before why Zhao Qingmei fell in love with him in the first place. Until Mr. Lu revealed Zhao Qingmei's father, An Jing's memories came flooding back like a tide.
Zhao Qingmei turned her head and said angrily: "If Mr. Lu hadn't told me, you would have never known. Maybe you would have forgotten about me."
"How could you forget?"
An Jing held the woman in his arms and couldn't help but fall into memories.
If there is a time in life that people will never forget, Anjing will never forget what happened ten years ago.
Twelve years ago, in the spring of the third year of Xingping.
The Taoist masters of Jiangnan Road have exorbitantly extorted wealth, and the people's livelihood has been in decline. The people's lives are in dire straits and miserable.
After more than 30 days of heavy rain in Jiangnan Road, the water level of the Yuzhou River surged. Eventually, the river surged thousands of miles away and broke down the Yuzhou embankments. The flood caused flooding and flooded more than 40,000 households around Yuzhou City, Linjiang City, and Zuocheng on Jiangnan Road.
More than 3,000 people were drowned, and countless more were missing.
It is said that after a major disaster, there will be a major epidemic. After the flood, there will be plagues and cholera.
One family may have eight or nine people die, or six or seven people may die, or three or four members of a family may die on the same day, or the whole family may lie down with no one to support them, and the infection continues.
pity.
What's more, every village and town has lost its households, the red land is uninhabited for thousands of miles, and all corpses are floating in the air, just like ghosts descending on the human world.
The dead are sleeping next to each other, and the living are crying and prospering. It is common to abandon one's home and property, and to sell one's wife and children.
The imperial court sent officials to Jiangnan Road to oversee the relief work for the disaster victims in that road, city, and county. All the money for the relief food was corrupted and corrupted.
The documents reported to the court were short in words, and the description of the disaster was also vague, with only a few words to describe it: "The death and injury of humans and animals are uncounted."
In Yuzhou City, among the cracked and barren fields, a group of disaster victims were wandering, as lifeless as a group of walking zombies.
An Jing has been separated from his parents for dozens of days because of the flood. At this moment, his thin body is sitting next to the rocks, his face pale.
He tried hard to stuff the root several times. No matter how his throat surged, the root was difficult to swallow. His stomach acid even surged, and he almost vomited out the cotton that had not yet been digested last night.
Bark, leaves, grass roots, rotten grass, and white soil are all foods that can be swallowed when people are hungry. But in the end, most of those who swallowed things will have knotted stomach and intestines, and ten of them will die.
No more moving.
"Someone is dead over there, go quickly!"
I don't know when, a sharp sound sounded, and the surrounding victims swarmed away like bloodthirsty beasts.
An Jing saw with his own eyes that a thin man subconsciously swallowed and smeared the medicine and ran over quickly.
someone died
At night, the moon is bright and the stars are few.
“Fuck, you’re going to starve to death if you don’t travel through time, right?”
An Jing leaned against a big rock, feeling dizzy from hunger and without any strength in his limbs.
At this moment, there seemed to be some noise in the dark night.
Not far away, I saw dozens of tall, round-waisted men in civilian clothes walking through the forest.
"Fuck! Didn't you say there are rich businessmen from Linjiang City here?" One of the big men grabbed the skinny victim and asked, "Have you seen the rich businessmen from Linjiang City?"
The victims said in fear: "Rich businessmen, how can there be rich businessmen here?"
"What the fuck! Didn't he run away?" The big man threw the victim more than two feet away. His head hit the stone where An Jing was leaning, and there was only a "bang" of blood.
It overflowed and died immediately.
A person next to him whispered: "Hall Master Liu, don't worry about this. After finally coming out, I have to squeeze out every bit of oil and water. That woman has a pretty good figure."
The leader of the big man said angrily: "Fuck, grab it from me!"
"Quickly, force these women to go back."
"Don't grab too much, there won't be enough food!"
These are Jianghu gangs and horse gangs in Jiangnan Province.
Originally, they got news that there were wealthy businessmen from Linjiang City here, and they were planning to come and loot it.
The big men went directly to grab them. Regardless of whether the victims had food or not, if they resisted, they would be dead.
"Quick, run!"
The victims thought that these were ghosts and Rakshasas from the underworld. They were all so frightened that they fled madly into the distance.
The more they ran, the more excited the caravans became, and the sharper the knives in their hands became. The faster they killed, the faster the victims ran.
An Jing leaned against the stone, so hungry that he had no strength at all.
Several big men from the caravan passed by. Without looking at the skinny and bones lying on the ground, they turned over and chased the fleeing victims.
Hundreds and thousands of victims were chased by dozens of caravans, forming a sea of people, and some victims were trampled to death.
An Jing's stomach was empty, as if they were all stuck together. He found some leftover Guanyin soil on the ground and swallowed it with difficulty. His stomach was squirming, which made him feel better.
"Mom, wake up, I'm so hungry."
Not far away, an eight or nine-year-old girl was lying next to the body, crying so loudly that her voice was hoarse from crying.
It was Zhao Xiaomei, the daughter of Zhao Shizai, the "poor scholar" in Yuzhou City.
Just last night, her mother said she needed to take a nap, but she never woke up again.
Zhao Xiaomei hasn't eaten for an unknown amount of time. Because she is so thin, her ribs around her waist are bulging out one by one.
After a while, Zhao Xiaomei stood up and walked towards the haystack nearby. Next to the haystack was a grindstone and a broken porcelain bowl.
Zhao Xiaomei carefully took out some rotten grass from the haystack, then put the rotten grass in the porcelain bowl, and followed her mother's example with a grindstone to grind the rotten grass in the porcelain bowl.
The rotten grass was ground to a pulp and had no dough at all. Zhao Xiaomei was sobbing while grinding hard.
"Ah, it hurts so much!"
Because she applied too much force, the grindstone tilted, and her tiny arm was cut directly by the broken porcelain bowl. Blood flowed into the porcelain bowl and mixed with rotten grass.
"Mom, it hurts so much."
Zhao Xiaomei put down the grindstone in her hand and crawled to her mother: "Mom, blow it, it hurts."
The mother remained motionless and made no response.
Zhao Xiaomei lost strength as she cried. She froze in place for a long time. After a while, she returned to the porcelain bowl and continued to grind the rotten grass hard. Because the wound did not stop, the blood flowed and mixed into the porcelain bowl.
After she was tired from grinding, Zhao Xiaomei came to her mother's body holding the porcelain bowl while panting.
"Mom, look, this is the hay that Xiaomei Zhao has ground. After eating this hay, you won't be hungry or sleepy."
The mother's body was motionless.
"Mom, eat the porridge quickly, wake up quickly."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Little sister Zhao will no longer argue about eating porridge, and will no longer argue about eating meat, mother!"
Zhao Xiaomei cried loudly in front of the corpse, and then she cried so hard that she ran out of energy. She kept sobbing and lay motionless on her mother's corpse.
"Your wound needs to stop bleeding."
"Brother Jing, my mother is asleep. Please help me wake her up. I won't make trouble again."
Zhao Xiaomei turned around and saw the pale An Jing, with a look of joy in her eyes.
"Let me stop your bleeding first. Without disinfectant alcohol, I can only make do with it. I hope there will be no infection."
An Jing stepped forward, picked up the rag on the ground and wrapped it around Zhao Xiaomei's little hand.
"Does it hurt?" An Jing glanced at the girl in front of him.
"No, it doesn't hurt." Zhao Xiaomei shed tears of pain, but she still shook her head firmly.
After An Jing bandaged the wound, he reached out and touched Zhao Xiaomei's little head and sighed deeply.
"Brother Jing, there is food here, I grind it all." Zhao Xiaomei picked up the small broken porcelain bowl on the ground and said brightly: "My mother is asleep, I will give you some food first."
Looking at the rotten grass mixed with blood, An Jing gently twisted the rotten grass that was ground into powder with his fingers, and then gently put it into his mouth.
The smell of rotten grass is inherently bad, and coupled with the faint hint of blood, it has a strange fishy smell.
"Are you hungry?" An Jing took a deep breath and asked.
"Brother Jing, I'm not hungry, you can eat." Zhao Xiaomei lowered her head, even though her stomach was extremely hungry.
"Brother Jing will take you to eat meat."
A dark light flashed in An Jing's eyes.
"Meat!?"
When Zhao Xiaomei heard this word, she felt her stomach churn, as if she wanted to bite her own tongue.
"First go and pick up some dry branches from a distance. The more, the better."
"Brother Jing, I'm going now."
Zhao Xiaomei walked quickly towards the distant woods.
An Jing swallowed the rotten grass in the broken porcelain bowl into his stomach, then picked up the broken porcelain bowl and walked towards the victims who were hacked to death by the caravan in the distance.
When you dive into a dark road and find that you have no way out, if the remaining breath is not enough to support you in returning, your only choice is to keep moving forward.
"Brother Jing."
At this moment, a crisp voice interrupted An Jing's memories.
An Jing looked back and saw Zhao Qingmei with a pale face, grabbing the corner of her clothes and whispering: "I'm a little cold."
"cold!?"
An Jing frowned when he heard this.
Not to mention that the weather is no longer cold, and Zhao Qingmei's cultivation level makes it impossible for her to be afraid of the cold.
Could it be evil spirits!?
As soon as An Jing thought, the true energy in his body continued to circulate and surge towards Zhao Qingmei's body.
But the vast zhenqi was like a mud cow entering the sea. It entered Zhao Qingmei's body and disappeared in an instant.
“It’s so cold!”
Zhao Qingmei subconsciously hugged An Jing tightly, her red lips trembling.
"The evil spirit must be the evil spirit at work."
An Jing's eyes showed a trace of solemnity. The evil spirit can contaminate even the earth's veins, let alone people. Once completely contaminated by the evil spirit, people may also become evil spirits. Zhao Qingmei was hit by the old man Shifang.
, a large amount of evil spirit has gathered in her body. If she hadn't been at the level of a three-qi master, she might have been completely contaminated by the evil spirit.
“Cold, so cold”
Zhao Qingmei hugged An Jing tightly, whispering continuously, and a large amount of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
An Jing was also very anxious. With the help of silver needles, he poured the true energy from his body into Zhao Qingmei's body. Suddenly, a stream of hot air poured into her body. Her complexion gradually recovered from the pale color just now.
Become rosy.
An Jing quickly asked: "Is it still cold?"
Zhao Qingmei gasped and said weakly: "It's not cold anymore. It felt like my heart was frozen at that moment."
An Jing took a deep breath, "It's better to find the most yang object as soon as possible and absorb the evil spirit in your body."
The most yang thing!
The most important thing at the moment is to find the most yang thing. Only the most yang energy generated by the most yang thing can completely eliminate the evil spirit in Zhao Qingmei's body.
Zhao Qingmei whispered: "But the things of the Sun are not so easy to find."
"Why did I forget that thing!"
An Jing suddenly thought of something and said to himself: "The purple chance in the Russell tribe, the stone that can derive the essence of the sun, is definitely the most sun thing."
When he entered the Russell clan, there was a hint of purple chance in the earth book, which was the stone that derived the essence of the sun. However, the stone was rooted in the ground and An Jing could not take it away at all, so he had to give up in the end.
That stone can derive the essence of the sun, and there must be the energy of the sun inside the stone.
The Russell tribe and Dongluo Pass are now under the jurisdiction of Hou Jin Dynasty, and they can only go deep into the army of Hou Jin Dynasty.