Chapter eight hundred and sixteen began to practice
The air was stagnant, the cicadas had stopped chirping, and only the sound of the wind stirred up a cloud of dust in front of the collapsed city main temple.
After an unknown amount of time, the black dragon finally moved, raised his eyelids, and looked pitifully at the villagers on the street.
There was longing and warning in the eyes. I didn't know what it meant. Just when the villagers were at a loss, there was another loud "bang".
While Cao'er was stunned, two ice-blue dragons jumped out of the water, pulling a gorgeous car and jumped into the air.
The car was still open, and sitting inside was an old man with a long beard, white hair, and a white long-sleeved gown.
The wind blows, and the sleeves flutter like clouds.
With a wave of his hand, an ice pick as big as a pillar shot out in an instant, and pierced the black dragon's head with a "pop", nailing it firmly to the ground.
The black dragon refused to close his eyes and looked at the villagers in the town, leaving a tear of compassion.
When the Black Horned Dragon died, the villagers shrank and never dared to move again.
They knew that if they attracted the attention of the old man in white clothes in the sky, they would never be able to escape.
"Roar", the two dragons stood in the air and roared towards the ground. It resounded through the sky, and even Yu Shiyu who was staying in the city heard it.
"It's broken." She stood up from the chair instantly and said to Aunt Wang next to her: "The sound coming from the town must be Bingyi."
As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Shiyu jumped down from the Xunweizhai Star-Zhaing Tower and rushed toward the town with his flying sword.
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The drop of a needle could be heard as Bingyi's sharp eyes roamed over everyone's bodies. Everyone who was seen felt a chill all over their bodies and could not help but tremble.
His white robe fluttered in the air like clouds, reflecting the dazzling sunlight.
After a long time, "Where is Yu Sheng?!" Bingyi asked the people below coldly.
No one spoke, and the air seemed frozen.
Only Cao'er knew the identity of the visitor. She put away her hands to shield herself from the sun, took the little monk and ran downstairs, hoping to discuss it with Guaizai and the others.
But the moment Cao'er lifted his steps, Bingyi's gaze shot over, and at the same time, there were several ice picks that pierced towards the two people running on the veranda.
The ice pick came very quickly, reflecting the poisonous sunshine in June, but shining with a strange cold light that brought death.
Cao'er was so frightened that she took the little monk and hid deep in the verandah, trying to avoid the ice picks by using the eaves.
These ice picks were here to kill people. Cao'er knew that he would not be able to escape on his own, so he could only place his hope in the inn that had withstood the floods and Taotie's heavy damage.
Although the inn was built by King Donghuang, it was not invincible. When she met Bingyi, who was only a little less powerful than her in terms of magic power, she was also invincible.
After all, Bingyi was also the master who dared to break into the land of chaos and rescued Zhu Yin with one person and two dragons.
Just a "thunder" sound was heard, and the ice pick broke through the eaves and plunged straight into Cao'er and the little monk.
"Be careful!" In a hurry, Cao'er pushed the little monk to the wall and turned over to block it.
At the same time, many slender green grass leaves instantly protruded from her hair, back, ankles, and neck, wrapping the grass and the little monk tightly.
"Pfft", "ah"
The ice pick pierced the green grass cocoon, and there was a sound of being penetrated into the flesh, as well as the grass's cry of pain.
"Cao'er!" Xiang Gui, Liu Liu and Guai Zai heard the sound and rushed over from downstairs and climbed onto the veranda of the attic.
They saw the green grass and the ice picks that were firmly stuck on it and penetrated deeply.
A ray of sunlight fell from the broken eave hole, shining on it and bringing a trace of blood to the ice pick.
"Where is Yu Sheng?!" Bingyi, who was dressed in pure white, asked condescendingly while sitting in the car, with a cold tone.
In June, the whole summer turns into winter.
"In Zhonghuang, if you have the skills, go and find them! Show off your mother's skills here!" Scholar Ni who finally came up scolded.
This is not what Scholar Mu wants to say, but what Yu Sheng wants to say through his mouth.
Because of the existence of the seal card, Yu Sheng, who was cleaning the little stone crab when Bing Yi first arrived, noticed it with the help of the monster on the seal card.
"Zhonghuang?" Bingyi sat lazily in the car, "It's a bit far."
It's not that he can't go, it's just that his ability to escape for the rest of his life is unparalleled in the world, let alone him, and the candlelight may not be able to trap him.
"Cao, Cao'er." Liuliu ignored the sky. She approached cautiously and gently called Cao'er's name.
Finally, the narrow blades of grass wrapped in the grass slowly fell down one by one, revealing the back of the grass and the horrified eyes of the little monk.
"Sister Cao'er, Sister Cao'er?" The little monk looked at the body in front of him and noticed that she was getting stiff and slowly getting colder.
"Cao'er!" Weird, Liu Liu rushed over.
They saw that the ice pick had penetrated deeply into Cao'er's back, making a big hole, and dark red blood was flowing out.
Cao'er's body was supported by Liu Liu, turned over gently, and fell into their arms, and then...
"Your uncle!" Scholar Ni roared angrily, "I, your grandma and your eighteenth generation of ancestors, cursed your son to have no eyes all over his body, and only his anus was stabbed!"
Yu Sheng was angry. He had never cursed someone like this before, but he couldn't help it.
I saw Scholar Ni's face was ferocious, his eyes were fierce, and his veins were protruding. He wished he could fly up and tear Bing Yi to pieces, eat his flesh alive, and thirst for his blood.
Just because the ice pick popped out of Cao'er's chest, blood was flowing uncontrollably, and it seemed that the person was already dying.
"Why didn't your grandfather shoot you into the wall and give birth to you like this..."
"Poof", an ice pick pierced Scholar Ni's body, causing him to fall to the ground.
"Noisy!" Bingyi put his hands on his temples with an annoyed look on his face, "If anyone talks arrogantly again, don't blame me for being rude!"
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At the same time, in the back kitchen of Wuchang Temple, Yu Sheng was furious and cursed a long series of swear words, which made the little nun think she was possessed by evil spirits, so she called the city lord.
The city lord held Yu Sheng back and finally allowed him to calm down.
The sky is high and the road is far, beyond the reach of a whip. If you speak rudely, you are just killing a clay scholar who can still be resurrected. It would be bad if someone else dies.
After Yu Sheng calmed down, he knew that the top priority now was to stabilize Bingyi and wait for the God of Thunder who had received his favor and was entrusted by him to arrive.
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Inn, on the veranda of the attic.
"Cao'er, Cao'er..." Liu Liu's voice was filled with tears. She stretched out her hand to block Cao'er's chest, but blood flowed out from between her fingers.
"Quick, look for medicine, look for hemostatic medicine!!!" Liu Liu roared.
Normally she never speaks loudly, but now her voice is breaking.
Hu Muyuan quickly turned around and went down to the attic, stumbling on the wooden ladder, and half of the wooden ladder rolled directly down.
Ignoring the pain on his body, he took Cao'er's medicine box and ran back quickly.
"Medicine, medicine, medicine is here." Hu Muyuan said breathlessly.
Wei Zai poured out all the medicine in the medicine box, found the hemostatic medicine, and frantically poured it on Cao'er's chest.
The blood flowed like a steady stream and could not be stopped no matter what.
"It's useless," Cao'er said in a playful tone, his face pale, "Don't waste the medicine, it's hopeless."
"Don't talk nonsense, it will definitely be useful." Liu Liu cried.
Cao'er smiled bitterly and shook his head, "I, I am the doctor..."
"Sister Cao'er", the little monk looked at Cao'er blankly, sat down slowly, and burst into tears.
There was a patch of blood on his body, which was Cao'er's blood, right on his chest. The ice pick was just a few inches away from piercing his chest.
"No...cough cough" Cao'er coughed a few times, and more blood flowed from his chest.
"Don't cry, you, don't worry, I, I can't die." Cao'er said weakly.
"Yes, yes, as long as the shopkeeper comes back from the desert, he will definitely be able to save you with a mirror," Liu Liu said.
Cao'er shook his head, "My roots are in Shennong Mountain. After my death, my soul returned to where I came from, back to my hometown."
She stretched out her hand and handed it to the young monk. The young monk stretched out his hand and held it with hers.
"Don't worry, I, I can't die. The worst I can do is to start over again. Thousands of years later, I, I will still...will come back." Cao'er smiled.
"It's just that you have to be good, be good, and wait...wait for me to come back."
After Cao'er finished speaking, he looked around at everyone, "Yes...I'm sorry everyone, I'm going to leave first. I'll tell the shopkeeper that the money he owes me must be...repaid."
"Well, well", Liu Liu cried and nodded.
"More, more..." Cao'er still had instructions, but he couldn't speak, and the light in his eyes disappeared.
She was stubborn and tried hard, but she couldn't stop it.
"Don't worry, we will take good care of Qiuqiu and those herbs," Guizai said.
Cao'er smiled slightly and slowly closed her eyes.
"No!" The little monk threw himself on Cao'er, "You can't leave, how can you leave, I won't let you leave!"
Cao'er's body was cold and she could no longer respond to him.
"When you told me how delicious meat was, I couldn't be a little monk anymore. But now you turn around and leave. What do you want me to do, how do you want me to practice..."