Shrouded in the night, Laojun Temple is dark and deep. Although it is built on the top of a mountain, it still has a three-pronged layout of front yard, main hall and backyard, and the scale of the building is not small.
The main hall still maintains some majesty, the towering ancient trees planted in the middle of the front yard, the tall stone tablets covered with dead branches and vines... all reflect the glorious style it once had.
It's just that now this Taoist temple seems to be in great decline, and the majestic and righteous atmosphere in the past has turned into a smoky atmosphere!
There was faint laughter coming from the lighted hall, but the bandit sentry guard outside was not so lucky. He sat in front of a stone tablet and leaned on a small bonfire to grill meat to keep warm.
The nights in the deep mountains in autumn are cold and wet, so sentry duty is definitely a hard job.
The bandit cursed in a low voice, and threw the barbecue that he had taken a few random bites to the mountain guard dog beside him who had been watching eagerly: "What rotten meat, you little beast!"
He wiped his greasy mouth and was about to pick up the wine gourd placed at his feet when he suddenly felt the hairs all over his body stand up at the same time, and an extremely dangerous feeling surged into his heart.
not good!
The bandit instinctively wanted to open his mouth and shout for warning, but a strong hand came out of the darkness behind the stone tablet like lightning and grabbed his throat!
The mountain guard dog lying next to it, chewing on a meat bone, suddenly raised its ears, but a bright silver sword light flashed by, and before it could bark, the entire dog's head was neatly cut off.
Click!
With a soft sound of bones breaking, the bandit's head slumped down.
Qin Yun quietly walked out of the darkness, with a chilling cold light flashing in his dark eyes, like the god of death from hell!
He put away his sword and quickly and deftly arranged the robber's body so that it looked like he was sleeping soundly.
The mountain guard dog, whose head was missing, was dragged and hidden behind the stone monument. The large amount of dog blood left on the ground was a bit troublesome, but if the entire bonfire was moved over and covered, not many traces could be seen.
In less than half a cup of tea, Qin Yun finished processing it without disturbing the gangsters in the Taoist temple hall.
The bonfire with added firewood burned more vigorously, and the murderous chill in Qin Yun's eyes quickly disappeared, returning to its original clarity.
He was relieved of the psychic possession, and his consciousness regained control of his body.
Psychic possession is indeed easy to use and practical. If Qin Yun had done it himself just now, he would never have been able to do it so neatly and might even have alerted the enemy.
However, this small magical power also has great limitations. First of all, the amount of infuriating energy required to maintain the psychic state is too large. If a battle breaks out next, he needs to have enough strength to support him.
Secondly, psychic possession can only be used as an auxiliary ability. It is no problem to deal with one or two small characters. When you really have to face a powerful enemy, consciousness control without wisdom and spirituality will be a fatal flaw.
In contrast, Qin Yun still believes more in his own strength and ability when it comes to combat.
Using the cover of darkness, he approached the main hall very carefully.
First, he explored the surrounding terrain and environment, and finally Qin Yun lurked to the corner outside the hall and peeked inside through the broken window.
The situation inside shocked Qin Yun!
The main hall of Laojun Temple is very spacious, with thick wooden pillars at the four corners supporting the dome. Although it has been mercilessly baptized by the vicissitudes of time, the red paint on the surface is still as bright as new.
The three Taoist statues facing south are still there, but the golden bodies have long been dimmed and there are signs of peeling and damage everywhere. There is no doubt that there has been no incense for a long time.
In front of the statue, there were three large chairs covered with animal skins, on which sat a burly man with a dark face, a middle-aged man in blue shirt and a charming young woman.
What shocked Qin Yun was that he actually knew the beautiful woman sitting in the middle.
Surprisingly, it was Xie Wanqing, Qin Xiaoyue's concubine!
Why is she here!
Qin Yun suddenly felt something bad in his heart, and he vaguely felt that he had fallen into a huge conspiracy trap.
Behind Xie Wanqing, there were two warriors in fine armor standing on each side. They held big swords in their arms with solemn expressions, and their aura showed that they were at least at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining!
The black-faced man sitting on the left side of Xie Wanqing was much weaker. He was also flattering Xie Wanqing, and seemed to be the latter's subordinate.
Qin Yun guessed that he was most likely the leader of the Green Wolf Bandits.
As for the middle-aged man in green shirt on the right, Qin Yun couldn't tell what his strength or background was. He might just be a harmless ordinary person.
There were still twenty or thirty bandits in the main hall. They were sitting in groups of twos and threes in front of a simple wooden table, drinking and eating meat, laughing and chatting loudly. Several of the little bosses were accompanied by women.
These women were obviously plundered women from good families. They did not dare to resist under the coercion of the bandits, and all of them forced smiles on their faces, showing signs of fear and fear.
Although the sound coming from inside was very noisy, Qin Yun still keenly heard the conversation between Xie Wanqing and the black-faced bandit leader.
"Qinglang, this time the matter is settled, there is a place for you in the guest hall of Muyang Road..." Xie Wanqing said lightly: "Your subordinates can also arrange to find a job in the manor under the Qin family.
Errands, I won’t treat you badly anyway!”
The bandit leader named Qinglang grinned, patted his chest and said, "Ms. Xie, don't worry, Lao Qing, I will sell my life to you. As long as that kid comes up the mountain, I guarantee that he will never come back!"
"Hmph!" Xie Wanqing glanced at the other party with disdain: "If I rely on your gang, I won't look back at you. Don't think this kid is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining. I will kill you all."
Bullshit black bandit is still easy!"
Qinglang's puffed-up chest immediately deflated, and he said with a sly smile: "That's true, you have to do it yourself!"
After hearing this, Qin Yun completely understood.
The assigned task this time was completely a set-up, a trap specially set by Qin Xiaoyue for him.
This group of Green Wolf thieves does indeed exist, but they must have been subdued by Xie Wanqing before Qin Yun came to the city, and they were just waiting for him to kill them on Qingfengling.
With two masters at the seventh level of Qi Refining and a group of desperate bandits, Xie Wanqing was no ordinary player. Qin Yun had almost no chance of escaping once he fell into a tight siege.
When Qin Yun died in the battle on Qingfengling, the Qinglang Pirates were also responsible for the crime, and no one would think of Qin Xiaoyue and Young Master Qin.
As for this group of thieves who were blinded by lard, it would be weird to be recruited and gathered by the Qin family afterwards, and they must all be silenced.
After figuring out the cause and effect, Qin Yun was so shocked that he broke into a cold sweat.
If he hadn't been lucky enough to meet Chen Li and use the back mountain path to enter Laojun Temple, he would have fallen into a killing trap set by the opponent sooner or later.
He can only say that justice still exists in this world, and God doesn't want to see the bad guys succeed.
But while he was glad that he had not fallen into a trap, Qin Yun also felt a surge of anger in his heart.
Ever since he came to Qianchao and entered the Qin family, he has always adhered to the principle of being low-key and tolerant in dealing with others. The few times he made a big splash were forced by the situation, and he never thought about deliberately offending anyone.
However, there were Qin Wenbing and Qin Jun before, and now there are Qin Xiaoyue and Xie Wanqing. The direct descendants of these families would unscrupulously attack their own clansmen for a little personal grudge.
The Qin family can also use Qin Yun and other descendants as cannon fodder for profit and ruthlessly abandon them.
Where is the fairness? Where is the truth!
Is this what the Qin family preaches about the family members being united and united as one?
At this moment, in Qin Yun's heart, he was extremely disappointed with the family he came from.
Here Xie Wanqing stretched out and ordered: "I'm going to rest first. You guys should watch carefully at night and don't let that kid sneak up. We'll send some spies to Lincheng tomorrow."
Her lazy and seductive look made the green wolf next to her stare straight at her. His mouth was wide open and his Adam's apple was moving up and down. He wanted to pounce on her and devour her in one gulp.
The bandits in the main hall were even more miserable. They were salivating and looking ugly, completely forgetting their identities.
Xie Wanqing didn't pay attention, smiled proudly, got up and left.
The two accompanying warriors glanced coldly at the fascinated bandits, then followed Xie Wanqing and walked towards the backyard.
Seeing Xie Wanqing twisting her waist and disappearing behind the statue, a bandit couldn't help but swallowed his saliva and murmured: "If I could fuck her once, I would live ten years less!"
The people nearby heard it and burst into laughter.
Seeing such a situation, Qin Yun, who was lurking outside the hall, was moved in his heart and quickly and quietly disappeared into the darkness.
He didn't want to leave Laojun Temple, but sneaked to the back of the main hall, where there was a door leading directly to the residence in the backyard.
It was obviously a dangerous move, but Qin Yun's mind was extremely calm, and his steps were fast and light, not inferior to the state of psychic possession.
In his sea of qi dantian, the true qi continued to gather as he moved forward, and was suppressed and covered with the breath gathering technique to form a certain delicate balance.
This seemingly self-contradictory approach made the strong-minded Jiuyang Zhenqi become more and more violent, but no anger leaked out, which is amazing!
The back door of the main hall opened, Xie Wanqing was the first to cross the threshold, and the two warriors walked out one step apart.
None of the three of them noticed that the person they were planning to deal with quietly appeared less than ten steps away!
That's it!
In the darkness, Qin Yun's tiger eyes opened wide and emitted a frightening light, like a ferocious beast that chooses people to devour!
Clang!
The Qinggang Sword was instantly pulled out from the scabbard, and the silver sword body cut through the darkness like lightning and rose high.
The next moment, the sword edge turned into fiery red flames and suddenly slashed down, and a fierce red flame sword energy rushed towards the warrior like a roaring angry dragon!
Fire breaks through the iron wall!
The most powerful all-attack sword style of Fiery Sword Technique!
