"Do you think I am incapable of dealing with Han Songcheng and are disdainful of me?" Bai Qingqing asked with raised eyebrows.
Er Huzi was stunned and raised his head. He did not expect Bai Qingqing to ask him directly. He was silent for a few seconds. Although Er Huzi was a little embarrassed when his thoughts were revealed, he still nodded with a stubborn look and spoke slowly, " I'm not disdainful, but I do think you can't deal with Han Songcheng.
Just when Zhao Jiuge thought Bai Qingqing was going to lose her temper again, she didn't expect that she just nodded lightly, "Tomorrow I will show you Han Songcheng's head. Then you can tell me whether you think I have that strength." After saying that, he left a trace of his back and continued walking towards the village.
Erhu and Daxiong looked stunned. They did not expect that the words spoken by this outstanding-looking girl were so shocking. Only the old village chief looked calm.
Then Erhuzi whispered, "The old Taoist priest who was so powerful back then died in the hands of that bastard Han Songcheng." As if he remembered something, Erhu curled his lips.
Although these words were spoken in a low voice, they were still heard by Zhao Jiuge who was on the side. Zhao Jiuge didn't have any good thoughts about Taoist priests. When he heard Er Huzi's muttering, he asked in surprise, "What Taoist priest?"
This time, the old village chief answered Zhao Jiuge's question first, "On the nearby mountain, there used to be a small Taoist temple. There was an old Taoist priest and two apprentices in it. In the past years, the Taoist priest had been staying in the temple. Who in the nearby villages had a small Taoist temple?" Regardless of serious illnesses or strange things, this old Taoist priest took action to solve them, so we were always grateful to him. It was not until Han Songcheng came that things changed. Han Songcheng's evil deeds here finally made the Taoist priest displeased, and the two of us were displeased. The National People's Congress had a fight, and they were evenly matched. After that, Han Songcheng had been much more peaceful. But just this year, Han Songcheng suddenly came to the door and brutally killed the Taoist priest and two disciples. In the last few months, no one checked Han Songcheng. , so he became lawless and started to attack us villagers. He knows magic, and we are just ordinary people, so how can we be his opponents? I heard that many people have died in other villages." After finishing speaking, the old village chief His eyes were sad and he sighed.
"Old village chief, don't worry, he won't be able to bounce around for a few more days." Zhao Jiuge asked in a sweet voice. I secretly guessed that this Taoist priest was also a cultivator. He was able to fight with Han Songcheng at first and then became evenly matched, but was finally killed by Han Songcheng. It was probably because Han Songcheng had made a breakthrough in his cultivation, so this contrast occurred. It’s just that Zhao Jiuge did something strange, and Han Songcheng did such an outrageous thing. Why didn’t the Xuantian Sword Sect just stop it? If I had known that this place still belonged to the Xuantian Sword Sect.
It’s just that Zhao Jiuge didn’t know that Han Songcheng had never been successful before, and his cultivation level was not high. It wasn’t until he killed the Taoist priest, committed murder and robbery here that he was discovered by the Xuantian Sword Sect Law Enforcement Hall, and then handed it over to the Deacon Hall for promulgation. Task, and it was only two months ago that Han Songcheng started to attack these villagers. Otherwise, Han Songcheng would have been punished by the law enforcement hall disciples long ago if he killed innocent people like this.
The most taboo among cultivators is the killing of innocent mortals, but this Han Songcheng is now doing all kinds of evil. He not only bullies those low-level cultivators, but has also begun to rape, kill and plunder. Therefore, it is natural not to be retained by those who follow the righteous path.
"I hope so." The old village chief said with some regret. In his heart, he could only place his hope on these two young boys and girls.
After turning a corner, we arrived at the old village chief's home. The house was simple but had a unique charm. The door was surrounded by a fence.
As soon as a few people entered the courtyard, a girl in the main room heard the sound and immediately walked out to meet the few people who had just entered the courtyard.
"Dad, what's going on? I heard from Aunt Wang next door that those people are coming?" The voice revealed anxiety. Zhao Jiuge looked around and saw that it was coming from the mouth of a girl in her twenties.
The girl was wearing an ordinary blue-gray skirt, her black hair was tied up by a wooden hairpin, her face was wheat-colored, and she was carrying a hint of anxiety. When she spoke, her eyes seemed to be able to speak and contained spirituality.
"It's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. These two are immortal masters who were ordered by the master to clean up those bastards. They will stay at home for one night." The old village chief pointed to Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing and said.
Hearing this, the girl was surprised and happy. What was surprising was that two immortal masters were staying in her home. What was happy was that she no longer had to worry about being arrested. She had been on tenterhooks all this time.
"This is my little daughter Caina." After the old village chief finished speaking, he pointed to his little daughter and introduced it to Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing.
Seeing Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing looking at her, Cai Na lowered her head slightly in embarrassment and chuckled, "Dad, you guys talk first, I'll go in and make a room for the two immortals, and tidy it up by the way. ." Maybe it was because there were no strangers in this paradise. Suddenly seeing two strangers with extraordinary temperaments, Cai Na became a little shy and left temporarily on the excuse of cleaning up the room.
In the room hall.
The old village chief and Zhao Jiuge, Bai Qingqing, were sitting on the bench, Daxiong was standing behind the old village chief, and Erhu was still a little unhappy, squatting at the threshold and listening to the conversation between the old village chief and the two people.
There was a moment of silence after the brief conversation, and no one in the room spoke. Thoughts kept flashing in the old village chief's mind. After finally being silent for a while, he looked at the two young but majestic two people and said with some uncertainty, "Are you sure you decided to go find Han Songcheng tomorrow? If I had known, he would have Those who knew the magic of immortality were killed, even the old Taoist priests who had been practicing here for many years."
"We are here just to deal with him. As for the rest, don't worry." Zhao Jiuge said with a chuckle, neither humble nor overbearing.
After two years of practice, Zhao Jiuge's whole temperament has also subtly changed with his practice. Now he has slowly become calmer from that young man in the mountains.
And the old village chief will not know that the strength of cultivation is never determined by age. Some people are unable to condense the elixir even if they have reached their longevity because of their cultivation skills and qualifications. The realm is changing rapidly.
Although Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing are young, they are not ordinary people. One has good qualifications and a deep family background, while the other has average qualifications but can make up for his shortcomings through hard work. After several lives and deaths, Zhao Jiuge is no longer as timid as when he first set foot on the spiritual path. His Taoist heart has gradually become firmer as time goes by, and his Tao is the Tao of Swords!
Seeing that Zhao Jiuge had already said this, the old village chief nodded and had nothing to say. Besides, he also thought that this matter could really succeed, "Okay, you guys can have a good rest here tonight." , I will ask someone to take you to look for him tomorrow. Although I don’t know exactly where this bastard is, I know which hill it is on.”
Daxiong, who had been standing silently behind the old village chief, suddenly spoke. He had a heavy look on his face and raised his eyebrows as he loudly questioned Zhao Jiuge, "As long as you are sure to get rid of this bastard, I will take you there tomorrow. It won't cost my life at all." No need, as long as this scourge can be dealt with." His words were sonorous and powerful.
Even Erhu, who was squatting on the threshold and sullenly, raised his head and looked at the big bear with disbelief, and then his face became anxious.
"Okay, you can't get involved in this matter. Just do whatever you have to do. Just relax." Zhao Jiuge waved his hand.
At this point, the old village chief had only a dead horse as a living doctor. He had no choice but to believe in Zhao Jiuge. Da Xiong and Er Hu, two rough guys, wanted to say something else, but they were stopped by the old village chief.
Standing up slowly, the old village chief said softly, "It's getting late. You should go to bed early and see if Caina's room has been tidied up for you."
At night.
The room had already been tidied up by the attentive Caina, especially when she heard that these two strange boys and girls were here to deal with Han Songcheng, the bastard, she became extra attentive.
Bai Qingqing and Zhao Jiuge were alone in the same room. Especially in this quiet night, they felt a little awkward with each other.
Although the room is shabby, after Cai Na tidied it up, it is tidy and makes people feel comfortable.
There was a creaking broken wooden table, a small yellow wooden bench, and the rest was the mottled and peeling mud walls on all sides.
At this time, Bai Qingqing was sitting lazily on the edge of the wooden bed, while Zhao Jiuge was squatting awkwardly on the yellow wooden stool.
Perhaps seeing Zhao Jiuge's embarrassment, Bai Qingqing wanted to laugh in her heart, but she still suppressed her laughter and pretended to have a straight face and said, "Come up, practice early, take a good rest, there won't be any tomorrow." It's so leisurely. After all, fighting is a matter of one thought." Then he ignored Zhao Jiuge and moved his buttocks to the middle of the wooden bed. He sat cross-legged and practiced with his eyes closed, recovering the loss of spiritual power.
Zhao Jiuge's expression was condensed, a little astonished, and then he looked at Bai Qingqing who didn't seem to mind. He walked slowly, and finally climbed onto the bed timidly. After he got up and crossed his legs, he did not forget to take a cautious peek. Bai Qingqing, Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was nothing strange about Bai Qingqing.
At this moment, Zhao Jiuge was not in the mood to practice. He lowered his head slightly and looked at the scene in the room. He couldn't help but think of the scene when he and Susu stayed in a village near Luanfengang. At that time, they were mistaken for a young couple. Thinking of this, the corner of Zhao Jiuge's mouth curled up. He didn't know if Susu was doing well now. When he thought of Susu's tearful look when parting, Zhao Jiuge felt mixed feelings in his heart.
When he lowered his head to recall and ponder, he didn't know that Bai Qingqing, who was practicing with his eyes closed, was secretly squinting his eyes to look at Zhao Jiuge.
He couldn't help but feel a little surprised when he saw this young man whom he had known for many days showing such an expression. What was he thinking about at this time to make him smile so charmingly.
I don't know how long I was in a daze like this before Zhao Jiuge came back to his senses. He thought that there would be important things tomorrow and he wanted to go to Han Songcheng for real. Zhao Jiuge was ready to practice in a hurry and recover his spiritual power as soon as possible. After all, during the real war, his heart There is still more or less excitement, excitement and nervousness. At the same time, there is still a trace of expectation in his heart, looking forward to what kind of progress and leap he will make when facing others with his greatly increased strength.
Then he stopped thinking about it. Zhao Jiuge gathered his mind and started running the Sanskrit Music Technique, absorbing the spiritual energy. He took a look at the situation in his Dantian and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. The Golden Pattern Wandering Dragon had almost recovered in two days, which finally made Zhao Jiuge feel at ease. After learning a little bit, I will have some confidence to deal with Han Songcheng tomorrow. I originally wanted to cultivate the third golden-patterned dragon in one go. After all, I still have more than a thousand spirit stones in my body, but then I thought about it. There will be a big battle tomorrow. While practicing, I was afraid of delays due to unexpected circumstances, so I gave up the idea.
Gradually, Zhao Jiuge entered the practice with a bit of longing and a bit of fantasy, and his breathing gradually stabilized.
When the sun shone on the earth and rose on the second day, Zhao Jiuge and Bai Qingqing were awakened by the noise outside the room. They opened their eyes and looked at each other.