Chapter five hundred and eighteen the situation of the Shen family
Chapter 518 The situation of the Shen family
Wanjianmen.
Tianyang Mountain Yingtai.
The area here is very huge. Cheonyang Mountain is not a single peak, but a continuous mountain range.
Countless buildings have been built on each of the undulating peaks.
Every once in a while, Wanjianmen will select some people with spiritual talents from the cities under its jurisdiction and bring them into the sect.
These people will initially be placed in many camps in Tianyang Mountain and receive unified practice guidance.
And after they have cultivated spiritual energy and entered the innate realm, they will be sent to the Wanjian Sect to be registered.
In addition to this kind of people, the ones who are most often placed in Tianyang Mountain are the servants of Wanjian Sect.
Servants are needed to take care of the medicine garden, trim weeds, feed the spiritual beasts, assist the temples and peaks with chores, and sweep the courtyard. Servants are all needed.
Even some senior innate disciples will recruit servants to serve them in daily life.
At this moment, in a simple building in a servant camp somewhere.
Shen Song lay on the bed with a haggard face, clenching his teeth as if enduring severe pain.
A section of his body was missing, from the waist down, everything disappeared.
This was the result of an attack by a monster when he was assisting in the defense of the city.
His entire lower body was chopped into pieces by a tiger-like monster.
That is to say, he was too old, his flesh was too weak, and his energy and blood were thin. After the tiger monster took a bite, it had no interest in swallowing it and threw it away, allowing him to save his life.
With such injuries, an ordinary person would have died long ago.
After all, Shen Song was also a senior in the Xiantian realm. He used his spiritual power to seal the wounds and preserve his life, but he barely survived.
But people are also useless.
Moreover, there seemed to be some kind of toxin remaining in the wound, which prevented his wound from healing and slowly festered and rotted.
Shen Song had to endure severe pain every day.
"Grandpa, your medicine is ready."
At this time, Shen Lingjin walked into the room carrying a bowl of medicinal soup.
Her voice was a little hoarse, and there were three hideous scars on her originally beautiful and elegant face, as if they had been scratched open by some animal's claws.
On her right hand, her sleeves were empty.
"Lingjin, where did you find the herbs for me?"
Shen Song endured the pain and asked.
"I asked Fang Wei, the steward of the servant camp, for this."
Shen Lingjin lowered his head and said.
Shen Song frowned when he heard this and said: "It is no secret in this sect that our grandfather and grandson are hated by Meng Jiugong, so why would Manager Fang Wei be willing to give you herbal medicine?
Tell me the truth, where do these herbs come from?"
Shen Lingjin knew that the matter could not be concealed, so he confessed honestly: "It's not for nothing. I gave him the top-level sword in exchange for some herbs."
When Shen Song heard this, he sighed: "You're confused! Lingjin, your limbs are now mutilated, and your vitality foundation has been damaged. If you had that top-notch magical weapon long sword in your hand, you could still barely exert your innate-level combat power. Now you can't even
The weapons have also been replaced, and I am afraid that even the servants in the camp will dare to bully you in the future."
Shen Lingjin shed tears and said: "Then I can't watch you endure the pain all the time, grandpa. Manager Fang Wei said these herbs can help resolve the remaining poison from the tiger's mouth in you."
Seeing this, Shen Song could only sigh: "Well, it's useless to talk about it now.
Lingjin, listen to me, wait until the turmoil of the demon clan outside calms down a little, then you can find an opportunity to leave the sect alone.
If you continue to stay here, you will definitely die."
Shen Lingjin was stunned: "Grandpa, what about you?"
Shen Song shook his head and said: "I was seriously injured this time. Although I managed to survive, my vitality was wasted too much. I'm afraid I won't be able to survive for long.
And your days are still long, so you must leave the sect. If you continue to stay, you will be tricked by Meng Jiugong.
He is an elder of the Hezhong lineage. Even if he doesn't kill you openly, it would be too easy to use some small tricks to kill you. He must leave..."
Before he finished speaking, a gloomy voice suddenly sounded outside.
"leave?
Where do you want to leave?
It is a death penalty to rebel and run away!"
As this voice came.
There was a "bang" sound, and someone kicked in the door.
The person who came was a middle-aged man wearing a green robe, with a long beard and a serious face.
"Manager Fang Wei! What do you mean?"
Shen Song and Shen Lingjin were both shocked. They did not expect that Manager Fang Wei would suddenly come to the door.
Fang Wei put his hands behind his back and said calmly: "Old Shen, I just checked the warehouse and found that some of the herbs had been stolen. Someone reported that your granddaughter had stolen into the warehouse not long ago. I came here to check."
As he said that, he glanced at the medicine bowl in Shen Lingjin's hand and sneered: "It seems that my trip was not in vain. This is a combination of stolen goods!"
As soon as these words came out, Shen Lingjin's face was full of shock and anger: "You, you... I obviously got this from you with my magic sword!"
Fang Wei's face was gloomy and he scolded: "How presumptuous! In front of my supervisor, you are still talking cleverly and talking nonsense! You really don't know how to live or die!"
Snapped!
While speaking, Fang Wei raised his hand and waved, and immediately there was a surge of palm power.
As one of the stewards in charge of the servants at the Tianyang Mountain Camp, Fang Wei is not weak in cultivation and has already condensed the golden elixir. Although it is only a third-grade rubbish golden elixir, for Shen Song and Shen Lingjin, it is already useless. A matchless strong man.
With a casual blow, Shen Lingjin was slapped hard and sent flying.
"No!!"
Shen Lingjin looked at the decoctions scattered on the ground and screamed in grief.
Shen Song also had tears in his eyes and said angrily: "Fang Wei is in charge, we have no enmity or grudge against you, why do you bully us, the old, the young, the sick and the disabled like this?"
Fang Wei snorted coldly and said unmoved: "If you want to blame, blame yourselves. You were so audacious that you killed Meng Kang, the only son of Elder Meng Jiugong. He wanted you to live but not to die. I am also following orders. "
Shen Song and Shen Lingjin both had despairing eyes.
They didn't expect that Meng Jiugong had already stretched his hands into the camp on Tianyang Mountain.
But think about it, although Meng Jiugong is only an elder of the Hezhong lineage, his power and status are far higher than that of a servant like Fang Wei.
If he had an order, Fang Wei would naturally not be willing to just go along with it as long as it was not too difficult.
"Fang Wei, if you help Meng Jiugong design this to trap us, aren't you afraid that Su Yun will come back and settle the score with you in the future?"
Shen Lingjin said bitterly.
When Fang Wei heard this, he couldn't help laughing: "How naive! No one in the door knows that the group of people who entered Youlan Ancient Courtyard this time have all suffered a great disaster.
Su Yun, your supporter of the Shen family, is probably dead inside."
Shen Song was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Elder Yan Xiaoyu of the Hezhong lineage also has some friendship with us. Although she participates in the demon control war outside, she will always come back to take care of things. It is not a good thing for you to force us like this.
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After hearing this, Fang Wei laughed even louder: "The elder Yan Xiaoyu you mentioned has returned to the sect a few days ago, but she is probably too busy taking care of herself now, so you don't have to count on her."