Palm fairy garden

Chapter 17
The sky in January is unpredictable. It was still clear and cloudy just now.

Not long after, the rain poured down from the sky.

About sixty miles away from Qingshuifang City, two figures in coir raincoats and bamboo hats stood quietly in the forest, letting the rain wash over their bodies.

But the strange thing is that before the rain touched their bodies, it was blocked by a layer of true energy on the surface.

The coir raincoats on them don't seem to be for rain protection, but more like props to conceal their identities.

Soon.

Another group of gray shadows galloped towards the two of them. Just under the feet of this figure, it floated tens of feet away and fell into the eyes of ordinary people. It was really no different from ghosts and ghosts.

"How did you get to this point?"

Gray Shadow stopped in front of the two, and the leader of the two was somewhat dissatisfied.

"Hey, Manager Wu, I was delayed by something just now, so please forgive me."

The gray shadow kept throwing hands at each other, with a humble attitude.

If it weren't for his distorted and disgusting pink scar lying on his face like a centipede, which ruined his image, it would really be possible for people to misunderstand that he is an honest man.

"Tu Laosan, although you did a good job the first two times, if you missed the third son's important matter because of you, be careful with your head."

Steward Wu nodded to Laosan Tu, turned his head and left.

Tu Laosan and another companion didn't dare to neglect, and quickly followed behind Guanshi Wu.

On the road.

Another companion was a little curious and asked, "Third Tu, what are you doing to make me and Guanshi Wu wait for so long?"

Hearing this, a lewd smile flickered on the corner of Tu Laosan's mouth, but he quickly restrained himself, shook his head and said, "It's a small matter, brother Xiao, let's do our best to do the errands assigned by the third son."

"Ah."

Seeing that Tu Laosan was unwilling to speak, the monk surnamed Xiao stopped asking.

"What a beast!"

Less than ten miles away from the three of Guanshi Wu, Mr. Gong looked at the two corpses in front of him with an angry face.

These two corpses are none other than Yang Laoliu's wife and children who were driven out of Qingshuifang City yesterday.

Among them, Yang's clothes were messy, and her lower body was extremely unbearable. It was obvious that she had suffered inhuman torture before she died.

As for her son, his chest was pierced by a branch, and his whole body was hung on a tree, with his head still facing his mother.

Su Ming could imagine that before he died, he could only watch his mother being raped.

On the side of the official road not far from the dense forest, a carriage was parked there. The hungry horse lost its owner and was standing there gnawing on the weeds at a loss.

Rao Yigong was calm, but at the moment he was a little angry and couldn't control his emotions: "A dignified monk, to be so cruel to a mortal."

Su Ming stood aside, frowning slightly.

Any normal person would be outraged to witness such an inhumane scene.

After a stick of incense.

Two new graves appeared in the dense forest, without tombstones or inscriptions, and they were buried on the ground like this.

Su Ming and Mr. Gong stood in front of the grave, silent for a long time.

"Let's go."

Old Gong's voice was low.

Su Ming nodded, and the two left the place.

For the rest of the journey, both of them lost interest in talking, and both of them were on their way with their heads covered.

Soon, night fell.

But for monks with spiritual consciousness, the difference between night and day is not that big.

The detection range of Su Ming's spiritual consciousness is not too far away.

But Mr. Gong, an eighth-level qi-training monk, has been able to detect the range of his spiritual sense at 50 feet, which is several times farther than Su Ming's 10 feet away.

Therefore, the two shuttled through the dense forest at night without hindrance.

Since they were still in charge of patrolling, and the two of them did not work hard, Su Ming and the others did not rush too fast.

Otherwise, the two of them would have already arrived at a distance of only a hundred miles.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Mr. Gong stretched out his palm to signal Su Ming to stop.

Su Ming quickly stopped and asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Gong?"

"There is movement!"

Old Gong looked serious.

I saw him lying on the ground directly, with his ears on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming's three views were shattered.

A monk actually judged the situation by listening to the vibration of the ground. The scene in front of him was really inconsistent.

But if you think about it carefully, the spiritual detection range of a monk on the eighth level of Qi training is only 50 feet, less than half a mile.

But by listening to the ground vibration through the ears, one can hear the situation several miles or even more than ten miles away.

Judging from the distance of roughly obtaining information, the two compete with each other.

"There are monks fighting in that direction!"

Old Gong stood up and pointed to the northeast with his finger.

"going or not?"

Elder Gong turned his head to look at Su Ming.

Su Ming thought for a while, then nodded lightly. If he had used his original temperament, he would never have caused troubles.

But seeing the miserable scene of the Yang family's wife and children during the day, Su Ming felt an urge to find the murderer urgently.

Judging from the corpses of the Yang family's wife and children, the murderer must be a monk, because there were traces of casting spells at the scene.

I just don't know if the murderer is a member of the Zhang family, or a casual cultivator who came out of the same batch as them.

But no matter who it was, Su Ming wanted to kill him.

Su Ming's reluctance to cause trouble doesn't mean he is afraid of trouble, especially this kind of thing that seriously impacts his bottom line.

Seeing Su Ming nodding, Mr. Gong's eyes flashed with admiration.

Steady but not completely cold-blooded, meticulous and chivalrous.

Elder Gong looked at Su Ming with more and more satisfaction.

Immediately, without talking nonsense, he directly handed Su Ming a magic talisman.

"This is."

"The interest rate talisman."

As Mr. Gong said, he slapped another breath-holding talisman on himself.

The next moment, Elder Gong's aura fluctuated indistinctly, and if he didn't check carefully, he wouldn't be able to detect it at all.

Without further ado, Su Ming slapped the breath restraining talisman on himself.

Elder Gong instructed again: "Slow down and move closer."

Su Ming nodded.

The two approached slowly in the northeast direction, and there was no sound except for the wind on the way.

"Thursday Hai, don't struggle."

Deep in the jungle.

A young man with a handsome face and a white costume stood aside with his hands up and down, admiring the battle in front of him.

In the arena, Zhou Hai was panting violently, making a sound like a bellows.

At his feet, lay a dead body. This was a casual practitioner who was teamed up with him during the Qi training period.

However, at this moment, the other party turned into a corpse.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhou Hai's fat face, and he looked around at the three people who surrounded him.

Of these three, one is the eighth floor of the Qi training period, and the other two are the sixth floor of the Qi training period.

Zhou Zhouhai himself only had a seventh-level qi training, so he might not be the opponent of this eighth-level qi training monk alone, let alone the opponent had two sixth-level qi training monks assisting him.

Compared with these three, the one who made Zhou Haiji chill even more was the young man in Chinese clothes.

This person is only in his twenties, but his cultivation is as high as the ninth level of Qi training!

With this person in charge, there is absolutely no possibility for Zhou Hai to escape from birth.

Zhou Zhouhai finally recognized the reality, and begged for mercy: "Third Master, I, Zhou Hai, have confessed. I am willing to hand over the Lingmi business in Xifang District. I also hope that Third Master will give me a way to survive."

"Give it up?"

There was a cruel smile on the corner of the mouth of the third son of the Zhang family in a white dress, "I, Zhang Jingyu, will take whatever I like!"

When Zhou Zhouhai heard this, a trace of madness flashed in his eyes: "If you don't give me a way to live, then die together!"

"Desperately, are you worthy?"

Zhang Jingyu raised his hand, and a pair of flaming circular instruments flew out of the storage bag.

The next moment, the pair of fire rings were entangled with each other, and with a violent whistling sound, they blasted towards Zhou Zhouhai.

A first-tier high-grade magic weapon, the ring of flames!
The humid air after the rain has become scorching.

(End of this chapter)