Chapter 42: The power of the sad and crisp breeze is a bit unsatisfactory
The sun is shining brightly in the dusk, and the heat is slightly cooler in the late afternoon.
The cool breeze in Chang'an can carry the wind, and ten monks returned home empty-handed.
Next to Zhuangyan Temple, there is a somewhat secluded place on the side of the wall of Hepingfang.
A breeze blew by, adding a touch of coolness to the hot weather.
Kong Qing, who was standing in the crowd in white clothes like snow, had no trace of fear on his handsome face. On the contrary, in his calm eyes, he looked at these fierce-looking monks with a hint of fear.
A feeling of compassion.
"It's not Pindao who fell into your hands, it's you who fell into Pindao's hands!"
After hearing Kong Qing's words, Monk Jingyan and others looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"We fell into your hands, hahahaha..."
"Could this little Taoist priest be stupid?"
"There are so many of us, and you actually think that we have fallen into your hands..."
"..."
Amidst these harsh laughter, a muscular monk with a round waist came over with a belly. Perhaps because of the large number of people on his side, he seemed to be sure that Kong Qing did not dare to fight back, so he stretched out his hand to grab Kong Qing.
Come up.
"You damn little Taoist priest, you wasted such a long time waiting for me, and now you are still doing your best..."
Before the monk could finish his words, he saw Kong Qing raise a hand and easily block the monk's palm. Then he turned his body slightly and turned the scabbard of the bronze long sword in his hand.
Then, he stabbed him hard in the stomach.
"Uh-huh..."
The monk who stood up carelessly and wanted to catch Kong Qing had no idea that he would suffer such a heavy blow. His body arched backwards after being hit, his tongue stuck out, and then he staggered back two steps.
, holding his belly with both hands, he fell to the ground, his body curled up like an insect.
After seeing Kong Qing defeat one of his senior brothers easily, Monk Jingyan not only did not get angry, but instead laughed happily.
"Originally, I had no intention of harming you. I just wanted to take you back according to Uncle Fa Zheng's order. But you dared to resist. Then don't blame our brothers for being careless. Come on, come with me."
Come on, I'm going to give this damn little Taoist a hard time today."
Following the order given by Monk Jingyan, the monks surrounding him shouted in unison, as if they were training in the temple, and then raised their short sticks one by one, like a tide, from
Everyone surrounded Kong Qing.
Even at this dangerous moment when he was outnumbered, there was still no fear on Kong Qing's face. He only gently stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.
"time up!"
Following Kong Qing's words, these people who had just rushed forward two or three steps suddenly staggered, stopped one by one, covered their chests with their hands, and coughed loudly.
At this moment, a Taoist priest in white had already seized the opportunity and started to take action. Like an agile cheetah, he took the ancient bronze sword in his hand and rushed towards the monks who were planning to attack him.
past.
Sweep!
Click!
Kick!
boxing!
Although it was said that Kong Qing restrained himself and did not actually draw his sword to kill people, even so, he still rushed left and right in the crowd of monks, knocking down every one he met, as if he had entered a deserted land.
This sight immediately made the leader of this group of monks, Monk Jingyan, very puzzled.
"Brothers, what are you doing... ahem..."
Before Monk Jingyan could ask the doubts in his heart, he suddenly started coughing like the other monks without any warning.
"Ahem..."
And the most frightening thing is that this kind of coughing doesn't stop once it starts. Then Monk Jingyan feels a sharp pain in his two eyes, unable to open them at all, and the big tears seem to be determined.
It was like a dike, pouring out from the eyes in an endless stream.
"How about it, who of us fell into whose hands?"
Through the tears in his eyes, Monk Jingyan seemed to see a vague figure slowly walking towards him, and the voice of that hateful little Taoist priest rang in his ears.
"This little trick of the poor Taoist is called "clear wind" because it is colorless and odorless when it is attacked, and no one can detect it. After being attacked, at first, tears fall like rain, which is called "sadness". After a long time, the whole body becomes numb and unable to move.
, it’s called “crispy”, and when combined, it’s called sad crisp breeze!”
I don't know if it was his own misunderstanding, but Monk Jingyan seemed to hear a hint of regret in the little Taoist priest's voice, as if he was not very satisfied with this vicious poison.
"How about this, this bald...monk, the name of this poor Taoist method, does it mean that he is both honest and elegant?"
Listening to the little Taoist priest's boastful voice, Monk Jingyan blinked hard, trying to see more clearly, but no matter how hard he blinked and squeezed out tears, the next moment there would still be tears in his eyes.
cried more tears.
"Nai Weng will fight with you..."
Monk Jingyan felt himself roaring loudly, and then he threw himself at the black figure shaking in front of him. However, just when he was halfway through, he felt that his limbs were sore and his whole body was weak.
Plop!
Kong Qing looked at the burly monk in front of him and muttered something feebly, then threw himself towards the deserted place to his left, and then fell to the ground with a thud, like a fish out of water, mouthing
panting.
At this time, when Monk Jingyan fell to the ground, through his overflowing tears, he could vaguely see his other brothers lying on the ground.
This damn little Taoist priest, what on earth did he do to us?
Just when this somewhat desperate thought flashed through Monk Jingyan's mind, in his tear-filled eyes, a black shadow was getting closer and closer.
puff!
The ancient bronze sword in Kong Qing's hand hit Monk Jingyan's face with a strong wind, causing him to bend from a forward posture to a backward posture. Then after Kong Qing removed the ancient bronze sword in his hand, Jingyan
Monk Yan rolled his eyes and fell to the ground.
"call……"
After he casually dealt the final blow and knocked down the last monk Jingyan who was planning to attack him, Kong Qing turned the hilt of the ancient bronze sword in his hand very gracefully and inserted the ancient sword back into his back.
, then leaned down, took back a white bottle from the mouth of the little milk cat at his feet, and re-corked the bottle cap.
"Sad and refreshing breeze..."
Kong Qing threw the bottle in his hand casually, a complicated expression flashed across his face.
This thing is indeed as described in its description. It is very simple to use: as long as you unplug the cork, the poisonous water inside will turn into steam and come out, just like the breeze blowing on your body, making people unaware, even being rated as
Gao Zan, the ogre who was already equivalent to a foundation builder, didn't even notice that Kong Qing started poisoning when he was talking to him...
But the last sentence of its explanation is open to question.
'When the eyes sting, the poisonous gas has rushed into the brain, and the victim's body becomes limp and unable to move.'
After a field test, Kong Qing felt that this explanation should actually be added:
Practitioners are completely ineffective against demons and ghosts!
Gao Zan, an ogre who had achieved some success in cultivating evil arts and whose strength was only equivalent to that of a foundation builder, had not even fully manifested his true body as the Yaosha ghost. He stood in the poisonous gas of the sad breeze for a long time without saying a word.
, and even had a fight with Kong Qing...
The results showed no signs of poisoning at all.
That’s outrageous!
"So, the upper limit of this thing is ordinary people?"
Kong Qing put the remaining sad breeze back into his pocket with some waning interest.
Originally, he was full of expectations for this thing and said...
But now it seems that Sadu Qingfeng is not as powerful as the description, and it is useless to the current Kong Qing.
Kong Qing himself could defeat those who could be knocked over by Beisu Qingfeng. But for those Taoist masters who Kong Qing could not defeat, Beisu Qingfeng was also unable to do anything against them.
How can one be so depressed!
After putting away the sad breeze, Kong Qing's eyes turned to the monks lying on the ground.
How to deal with these thieves and monks? Kong Qing couldn't help but feel a little confused...
It seems a bit inappropriate to kill all these monks in broad daylight.
But if he just let them go, Kong Qing felt that his own thoughts were a bit unreasonable.
"Forget it, let's examine each one first and see if the guilt is worth it..."
As he spoke, Kong Qing lowered his head, picked up Nai Yaizhi who was spinning around his feet, and walked towards the monks who fell on the ground.