When Shen Wanqing arrived at the village, the fire was shining in the sky.
Even if it is not far away, you can still see the demon aura entrenched in the village. However, the lights are bright from house to house, and many villagers are holding torches, and from a distance, they gather together like sparks.
The person in the center surrounded by the flames was Ji Feichen.
He knelt down on one knee, holding the sword for support, blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. There was a huge wound on his arm, and blood was dripping down the hilt of the sword.
Logically speaking, even if Ji Feichen suffered a loss in skill, with his cultivation, it shouldn't be so difficult to deal with this mountain monster. However, these villagers rushed out of their nests and swarmed forward to intercept and attack him.
Even though he knew that there were some clues in it, he still cared about these villagers everywhere, for fear of hurting their lives.
In this way, his hands were tied, and when he was distracted, he was attacked by the mountain demon.
"Brother Ji!"
Shen Wanqing pushed aside the crowd surrounding him, ran to his side, squatted down and supported his shoulders so that he could straighten up: "Are you alright?"
Ji Feichen's eyelashes were stained with blood. He turned his head to look at Shen Wanqing in front of him, heaved a sigh of relief, raised his hand to hold her wrist tightly, and pulled her into his arms: "Fortunately, you are fine."
Being hugged so unexpectedly, Shen Wanqing's pupils shrank slightly and she didn't react, but she could clearly feel a cold gaze passing from behind her.
She turned her head stiffly—
Xie Wuyan coldly watched the picture of the warmth between the "brother and sister", and laughed a little mockingly.
Shen Wanqing: "…"
How could the originally good socialist brother-sister relationship be seen by you? It makes you feel guilty.
Shen Wanqing comforted Ji Feichen a few words and glanced around.
The villagers next to them looked extremely vicious, and they were whispering something, which could be vaguely heard:
"The team that sent the sacrifices hasn't returned yet. It must be this group of people who angered Lord Mountain God."
"These monks who deserve a thousand cuts."
"… "
Ji Feichen listened to these words and almost clenched the blood stains in his palm.
Shen Wanqing frowned, looked around, and realized something was wrong.
This demon was obviously seriously injured by Xie Wuyan, but at this moment, not only did the demon qi not continue to diminish, but it seemed to be slowly recovering.
and many more…
"Brother Ji," Shen Wanqing hurriedly asked, "Where is Sister Feng?"
At the same time, Luo Geng shook frantically and pointed in one direction.
That's where the rumors go.
[Female matching system:
warn! warn! An imminent threat to the heroine's life is detected. ]
When Ji Feichen heard this, he raised his eyebrows, and there was a rare coldness in those warm eyes. He raised his sword and got up, instructing: "Take care of yourself."
Having said that, he is ready to rush in the direction of the rumors.
"boom"
At this moment, an old woman knelt down in front of Ji Feichen and grabbed his trouser legs: "I can't go, I can't go. If the mountain god is gone, our entire village will be over."
Like opening a mouth, countless people swarmed up and surrounded them.
"You all know that it's not a mountain god, but a demon who sucks human blood and blood." Ji Feichen's eyes were split.
Humans are ultimately selfish.
"Whether it's a god or a demon, when most of the people in our village starved to death due to drought three years ago, why did you monks take care of our lives? Those temples ate our incense and offerings, how could you care about us? Life or death? It is the mountain god who saved our village from fire and water, gave us gold, silver and money, and blessed us with good weather."
Ji Feichen couldn't tame this mob, but with his ability, these ordinary people couldn't stop him.
His wrist shook, as if he was about to forcibly break through the crowded crowd.
It seemed that she realized what Ji Feichen wanted to do, and the old woman became more and more excited: "Exterminating demons? I bah! You monks only care about yourselves to become immortals, how can it be any good for us? Only mountain gods can save me from being seriously ill and stupid. Son, if you dare to take a step forward today, old slave, I will smash to death on this stone pillar, and let the world see how you cultivators who are full of benevolence and righteousness forced our people to death."
This sentence successfully made Ji Feichen stop.
He clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, his blue veins burst out, and his brows were full of pain.
The Ji family had been taught since childhood that the chivalrous person had a benevolent heart, which made him unable to watch these villagers die in front of him.
"boom"
Not far away, a sword qi split open, breaking through the thick fog.
It's just that the sword energy looked too weak, and was quickly engulfed by the black mist again. But a few light spots can be seen sporadically, struggling to support.
"Ayao!" Ji Feichen shouted hoarsely.
Shen Wanqing glanced at the old woman who looked desperate, then glanced at Xie Wuyan who was watching the play, and then extended her hand to him: "Can you lend me your sword?"
Xie Wuyan didn't ask why, and handed the sword to her.
Shen Wanqing pulled out her sword, walked through the crowd to the old woman, examined her for a long time, and then said to Ji Feichen, who was beside her, "Brother Ji, go save Sister Feng, leave it to me here."
Ji Feichen's eyes were red, and there was only a little reason left to force him not to get angry. He turned his head and looked at Shen Wanqing: "You?"
"Yeah." Shen Wanqing said, "You can rest assured."
The demon fog not far away formed a huge vortex, and the rumors and rumors were struggling to support it. In the end, it was difficult to resist.
Seeing this, Ji Feichen no longer had any concerns, got up and ran in the direction of Feng Ruoqing.
"Stop him..."
Before the old woman could finish her sentence, her voice stopped abruptly.
Shen Wanqing's sword was pressed against her throat, there was no emotion in the pair of eyes that were always smiling, and her voice was calm, but it suddenly quieted the noisy voices around her: "If you hit a stone, if you keep your breath How painful it is to live. It's better to hit my sword and die more peacefully."
There was silence all around.
After a long silence, someone finally reacted and began to shout.
"Sure enough, cultivators are all sinister people, and they promise to eliminate demons and defend themselves, don't they take the lives of ordinary people as their lives?"
"It's ridiculous, do you know that there is a dying child in this old man's family who is still waiting for the relief of the mountain god? People who cultivate immortals don't have any kindness at all."
"If this matter is made known to the world, it will surely make you face..."
"Shen Wanqing."
Without blinking her eyes, Shen Wanqing reported her name word by word: "Aren't you going to tell the world? Well, remember my name anyway. Those people may have been unbearable just now, but I won't. I'm not a demon slayer, I'm a pampered young lady, and my character is not very good. It's strange that I'm unhappy when I was dragged by you on the road as a sacrifice."
Saying that, she looked into the woman's eyes, the sword edge approached a little, and cut a bloodstain: "So do you understand? I have the heart to kill you."
Shen Wanqing's tone was too calm.
But often such a tone without emotional ups and downs is most likely to make people feel fearful. Almost everyone can be sure that she can really kill this woman without blinking an eye.
Shen Wanqing could see it.
This group of pranksters seems plausible, but in fact they are all mercenaries. Being so aggressive is nothing more than because he recognized Ji Feichen and did not dare to do anything to them.
The more selfish people are, the more they cherish their lives.
Ji Feichen wasn't sure what this group of people really thought, and he didn't dare to gamble with their lives.
Sure enough, the old woman staggered back a few steps, and was supported and slumped to the ground, rubbing her neck and crying bitterly while covering her face. Beating his chest and patting the ground, he said, "My poor son..."
Shen Wanqing ignored them, put the sword in the sheath, and handed it back to Xie Wuyan.
Since both sides have torn their faces, the villagers are not worried.
Insults and insults came one after another, buzzing around Shen Wanqing like flies.
Shen Wanqing turned a deaf ear and looked in the direction of Feng Ruoqing.
The Fei Lingjian stood in the air, Ji Feichen's eyes were tightly closed, the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth slowly dripped, his wrist vibrated, dozens of spells came out in response, and the dense fog was burned with golden light.
He jumped up, a pale cyan figure swept across the night sky, hugged Xiafeng Rumor around his waist, and protected her in front of him.
It seems that people have been saved.
Shen Wanqing finally felt relieved, but just as she turned around to find them, she suddenly felt a small stone hit the back of her head.
She took a step.
Immediately afterwards, stones were thrown at her one after another.
Shen Wanqing turned around.
A little boy who looked six or seven years old had muddy hands. Seeing her looking at him, he quickly ducked behind the adult, stuck his head out, and said "bah bah bah" at her.
Shen Wanqing felt tired for the first time.
She didn't want to think too much about these people.
Because I know with my eyes closed, Feng Ruoqing will definitely not have the heart to blame these people after being rescued. They will even use the monks of Xuantian Pavilion to help the village recover as it was before and to treat the so-called seriously ill children.
Use love to influence ghosts and evil people.
This is the only way for the protagonist to grow up.
However, just as Shen Wanqing was about to leave, she suddenly heard a shrill scream from behind—
Xie Wuyan grabbed the boy's neck tightly, raised his arms, and let his legs hang in the air.
He struggled desperately, but couldn't make any sound, he could only struggle desperately.
The villagers on the side widened their eyes, but none of them dared to stop him. Only the child's mother was pulling Xie Wuyan's arm, and her eyes were full of fear.
There was no emotion in Xie Wuyan's eyes, as if he was not holding a living person, but a dead object.
Finally, when the child had only one breath left, he let go of his hand, flicked his wrist in disgust, and then turned to look at the villagers beside him.
The voices that were still cursing just now stopped for a moment.
"It's a coincidence, I'm not in a good mood today."
Xie Wuyan's expression looked like a smile but not a smile, his eyes passed over the faces of the group one by one, "I'll count—"
As he said that, he raised his index finger and began to point at the people around him with interest, and read the number of people lightly. Everyone who was hit would tremble all over, and their faces were full of fear.
"Okay." Xie Wuyan laughed and said slowly, "My memory has always been good."
threaten.
An undisguised threat.
After Xie Wuyan finished speaking, he walked in the direction of Shen Wanqing, but halfway through, he seemed to remember something and turned back.
The little boy was being supported by Shunqi when he was caught off guard by Xie Wuyan and brought to Shen Wanqing.
The next second, the back of his neck was pinched, and he was stretched abruptly to his knees, his forehead hitting the ground heavily.
"Apologies." Xie Wuyan's voice was as cold as ice.
Shen Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
…hapiness! She is so fun!
Suddenly I don't feel so tired anymore.
The boy was so frightened, how dare he continue to be stubborn, and apologized tremblingly with red eyes.
Shen Wanqing: "Not enough, you give me three more kowtows."
Cheap does not account for big fools.
Even if you are a child, you have to kowtow to me.
Pissed off.
The author has something to say: Shen Wanqing: I've reached the full level of the skill of pushing the nose on the face!