A quarter of an hour later, in a remote grass den outside Qingya Au, the yellow dog with almost all its bones broken lay there crookedly like a dead dog. Several broken bones poked out of his arms and thighs, and blood flowed continuously along the white bone stubble.
Many big green-headed flies were buzzing and hovering around the yellow dog with malicious intent, approaching his wound little by little. Every meal cannot be escaped, and with such a large amount of living flesh and blood, how many descendants can these big green-headed flies happily reproduce
A quarter of an hour ago, the violent yellow dog punched the casual cultivator in the face.
Huang Quan's cultivation level is very low. He practices martial arts that are not popular in the mortal world, not the monk's body-building method. However, Huang Quan's arms also have a strength of eight or nine thousand kilograms. Otherwise, how could he carry the spirit deer back to Qing Dynasty? Ya'ao
The physical training method practiced by casual cultivators is also of a subpar kind. The physical strength is only about 70,000 to 80,000 kilograms, not even the strength of a dragon.
The yellow dog punched him in the eye, causing his eyesight to blacken with pain, and he staggered back two or three steps, almost falling to the ground. Another casual cultivator at the gate of the city suddenly laughed: "Scared, a tiger was bitten by a wild dog?"
Just at this laugh, the beaten casual cultivator suddenly became angry and beat Huang Quan's bones almost to pieces with a fistful of fists and kicks.
If it weren't for the fact that people had already started coming in and out of the city gate, and many people had witnessed the whole process, and Huang Quan was also a well-known hunter in Qingya'ao, if this casual cultivator hadn't gone too far, Huang Quan would have been beaten to death. .
Even so, the yellow dog was still thrown into this grass nest to fend for itself.
"Fuck!" His whole body was in severe pain, his vision was black, and his body was getting colder. The yellow dog lay in the grass nest, watching those big green-headed flies happily swooping on his wounds, and his mind was in chaos.
Huang Quan, who had not read much and had little knowledge, murmured to himself in a low voice: "What's the point of this? It doesn't make sense! My Spiritual Deer... My Body Tempering Pill... How could you take them all away? No. This is the truth... There is no reason to take away the city gate tax, which can be drawn at most 1 out of 10!"
Huang Quan muttered to himself blankly, his body began to twitch slowly due to blood loss.
In particular, his internal organs began to cramp, severe pain hit him, his vision went dark, and he was already on the verge of death.
The sound of gentle footsteps came, and an old but powerful voice sounded in Huang Quan's ears: "What's the reason? Because you are too weak... What's the reason? Because they are strong... What's the reason? Because behind them, there is the Southern Heaven. Support me!"
Huang Quan's broken jaw was moved away, and a stream of clear liquid was poured into his mouth.
The juice exuding a strong medicinal fragrance quickly turned into a stream of heat and rushed into Huang Quan's body. The powerful medicinal power spread, and fresh plasma was rapidly produced in the bone marrow, flowing rapidly along the blood vessels throughout the body.
The severe pain disappeared, the spasm eased, the darkness in front of his eyes dissipated, and vitality returned to the yellow dog's body.
Huang Quan opened his eyes blankly and saw an old man wearing a green cloth robe, with white hair and a long beard hanging down to his lower abdomen. He was squatting next to him with his hands slowly moving. Caressing his broken bones, he quickly returned his broken bones to their places one by one.
The heat flowed rapidly in the broken bone, and Huang Quan faintly heard a "click" sound coming from the body. This was the sound of the bones being rapidly healed.
My whole body was warm, especially the old injuries from three years ago. The old waist injured by the demonized wild boar was as hot as fire. My whole body seemed to be soaked in boiling water, but it was not hot at all. It's so warm and comfortable.
A powerful force gradually grew in his body, and Huang Quan faintly felt that some changes that he could not understand were taking place in his body.
"Old... old man!" Huang Quan looked at the old man tremblingly.
Although he didn't have much knowledge, Huang Quan heard the hunters from the big hunting groups describe how they felt after taking various pills. Even the highest-quality body-tempering elixir only makes your belly as hot as drinking old wine. How can you feel like your whole body is hot, and streams of heat are running around your body like a big snake
What the old man gave him was clearly a panacea that was better than the Body Tempering Pill... better... many times better than the Body Tempering Pill!
This kind of panacea is a treasure that even if you sell a yellow dog, you can't get it back.
Huang Quan looked at the old man blankly, not knowing what to say. With his knowledge, his knowledge, and his simple and straightforward mind, he didn't know what to say at this time.
He felt nervous, awkward, embarrassed, and uneasy.
How could such a treasure be used on him? Although it saved his life, Huang Quan felt very simply that his life was not worth the price.
"I am Taiping Jiu, the disciple of Taiping Zhenren who sat down to teach. I walk around the world under the orders of Zhenren, accumulate good deeds, and make friends with all the people who are destined." The old man smiled and nodded to Huang Quan.
Huang Quan felt warm in his heart. The old man's gentle, loving, and warm smile reminded him inexplicably of the smiling faces of his father and mother many years ago, when he was ignorant and could only remember...
They have been dead for many years, and Huang Quan cannot remember their images even in his dreams.
But the old man's smile reminded him inexplicably of his parents and the most carefree, warm and happy years of his childhood.
"Old...father-in-law!" Huang Quan suddenly wanted to cry, and then his eyes filled with tears.
"You are my destined person... You are a good boy. You should not be subjected to such grievances and bullying." The old man Taipingjiu looked at Huang Quan seriously and said in a deep voice: "What those people did is not Well, that’s not fair, it’s not fair for a good kid like you.”
"Taiping Zhenren established the Taiping Religion in order to seek justice for the unfair people in the world and create a peaceful world." Taiping Jiu pointed at a group of heavenly soldiers flying slowly across the sky and said in a deep voice: "These heavenly soldiers and generals, if they can't To give everyone in the world justice, then we will use our own fists and our own swords to create a peaceful world!"
"Nantian is dead, Taiping must be established!" Before Taipingjiu could digest his words - to be honest, it was impossible for Huang Quan to digest Taipingjiu's words.
Tai Pingjiu pulled up the yellow dog and looked into his eyes seriously: "You are my destined person, are you willing to become my disciple and seek justice for all the wronged sentient beings in this world?"
Huang Quan stared blankly at Tai Ping Jiu's warm eyes and fell to his knees with a thud.
In the vast and boundless mountain range, at the moment when Huang Quan knelt down, at least tens of thousands of people were kneeling on the ground at the same time.
At the same time, there are more "Preaching Disciples of Immortal Taiping" walking in Wuliang Mountain, seriously and patiently looking for their destined person.
The heavenly soldiers, generals and monks from the southern heaven flew high above, not noticing at all that little sparks were twinkling in the weeds below.