I'm actually an alchemist

Chapter 106

The Taoist gritted her teeth tightly, and said coldly: "If it's just three mortals, I wouldn't be afraid. But I didn't expect that they have poison that can ignore the true essence!"

"what?"

When Yang Qing heard this, a warning sign suddenly rose in his heart.

"What poison?"

Yang Qing frowned and said, "Have you seen it before?"

"Golden!"

The Taoist frowned while recalling, coughed lightly and said, "It has a faint sweet smell! After smelling it, it will make people feel great pain. I didn't notice it for a while, and I was hurt by their backstabbing!"

Golden, sweet.

In the next second, Yang Qing took out a bottle of soul condensing liquid from the ring.

The nun took a look and was taken aback: "That's it, how could you have such a thing! What kind of poison is this?"

Yang Qing suddenly realized.

Tiandao League.

Damn it, it's you again!

"This thing is called Soul Condensation Liquid!!"

Yang Qing shook the small bottle and said: "It is extracted from the vine, it is highly poisonous, and it contains terrifying Yin Qi. This kind of poison can ignore the defense of the real essence, and the terrifying Yin Qi inside it , is enough to destroy the Dao foundation of a practitioner!"

"However, if the poison in it is refined, this soul condensing liquid is also a natural treasure!" Yang Qing said: "It can be used to refine Yin Dan to stabilize the soul. If it is given to practitioners who have lost their bodies Take it. Maybe you can become a ghost fairy!"

After the introduction, Yang Qing looked at the nun and said, "This thing is produced by Tiandaomeng!"

"Heavenly Alliance?"

The nun frowned and thought about it, then shook her head and said, "What kind of organization is this?"

"It's just a mob!"

Yang Qing looked disdainful, and said: "It's just some kind of lord who formed cliques all over the world and set up such an organization. Do you still remember the last time when you were attacked by blood clans in Xincheng?"

The nun hummed and said, "Could it be that the blood race is the Heavenly Dao League!"

"To be precise, the Blood Race is just a force of the Heavenly Dao League!" Yang Qing said coldly: "The Heavenly Dao League uses demon souls to control its subordinates. As far as I know, the tentacles of this Heavenly Dao League have penetrated into all parts of the world, and Control a considerable part of the power. And in China, there are traces of them!"

"I found this Concentrating Soul Night in a branch of the Tiandao League when I was on Taiwan Island!"

If you talk too much, you will become addicted to smoking.

Yang Qing fumbled in his pocket, took out the cigarette, and suddenly thought that Taoist nun was still injured.He chuckled and put the cigarette back.

"If you want to smoke, just smoke!"

Taoist nun smiled lightly.

Behind the nun, Ding Xuan covered her mouth and laughed.

"Let's go for a while!"

Yang Qing put up the smoke and said, "This soul condensing liquid is currently only available in the Tiandao League, so, judging from this, the three people who attacked you are undoubtedly from the Tiandao League!"

"Evil Devil!"

The Taoist nun said coldly: "Do you really think that there is no one in China's practice world?"

"Do not worry!"

Yang Qing subconsciously took out the cigarette, lit it with a click, and exhaled lightly.He grinned, with a dangerous signal in his eyes and said: "I will not let them go! Wait for this matter, I plan to go to Europe and meet this bullshit leader for a while!"

Pete had been put back for so long, and besides, Eunuch Huang was there to assist.Two people, one with connections and one with intrigue.I don't know, let them check if there is any progress in the matter of the Tiandao League.

It's also time to go to Europe and receive the results.

"You have to be careful!"

A flash of concern flashed in the Taoist aunt's eyes and said: "Remember, if you are not of my race, your heart must be different!"

Yang Qing nodded.

"Okay, since it is confirmed that it is the Tiandao League, then the next thing will be easy!"

Yang Qing geared up and said, "Now, let's discuss who leaked your whereabouts!"

Even Ding Xuan didn't know where Taoist nun had gone.

How did those three people know?
After hearing the words, the nun thought for a moment, then her face changed.

Ding Xuan thought for a while, and suddenly thought of someone.

"Master!"

Ding Xuan squatted on the ground, clutching Taoist nun's hand, biting her lip and said angrily.

The Taoist nun's complexion changed, and there was hesitation, hesitation, helplessness, and heartache in her beautiful eyes.

"Master!"

Ding Xuan bit her lip and said with tears in her eyes: "He can help outsiders deal with you today, and he can bring outsiders to deal with disciples in the future!"

As soon as these words came out, the Taoist nun felt a little bit in her heart. After a moment of silence, she looked at Yang Qing sadly: "Yang Qing!"

"Ok!"

Yang Qing said quickly.

"sorry to bother you!"

After the nun finished speaking, she closed her eyes.

……

After going out, Yang Qing was at a loss.

He pulled Ding Xuan and said, "What do you mean?"

"It's my uncle!"

Ding Xuan gritted his teeth.

"The one at the Four Sons Temple?"

After Yang Qing was stunned for a moment, he suddenly said.

"it's him!"

Ding Xuan said angrily, "Only he knows the direction of Yaoshan!"

"That's it!"

Yang Qing waved his hand, and the flying sword came out of his body.

After going around in a circle, he stopped at his feet.

Seeing this scene, Ding Xuan was dumbfounded.

"This, is this a flying sword?"

Ding Xuan was surprised.

"Yes!"

Yang Qing jumped up first, stretched out her hand and said to Ding Xuan, "Come up!"

Ding Xuan's heart was pounding, she held Yang Qing's hand, and stepped on it carefully.

"Don't worry, it's very stable!"

Yang Qing gently tugged her onto the flying sword.

"Ok!"

Ding Xuan hummed, and then stuck her whole body together, her hands passed under Yang Qing's arms, hugging Yang Qing tightly like an octopus.

"Let's go!"

After Yang Qing smiled slightly, he poured his true energy instantly.

The flying sword whizzed up, like a black awn, shot into the air in an instant, and disappeared.

high in the air.

Ding Xuan hugged Yang Qing tightly.

She looked at everything around her in surprise.

I can't even blink my eyes, for fear of missing every second. ,

Edgeworth flying and flying are two completely different things.

This is the same as riding a motorcycle and driving a car.

The thrill of riding a motorcycle can never be felt by driving.

Looking at the foot, the scenery of the northern country is covered with ice for thousands of miles, and the snow-capped mountains are like dragons, stretching for thousands of miles.

Looking around, there are white clouds in different shapes, and the Korean wind blows, whistling.

Looking at the sky above, the sky outside the territory is dark and deep, and the vast universe makes people feel fearful, but also fascinated.

It's just that this kind of experience is too short, and this is still under the condition that Yang Qing controls the speed.

One minute later, the two of Yang Qing landed in the Sizi Temple.

The temple with red walls and yellow tiles is located on the top of this snow mountain.Looking up, the surrounding mountains are vast and snow-capped, and there is a feeling of a grand scene outside the world.

Because there are usually no people in this temple, the only monk, according to Ding Xuan, is a part-time job of a villager from Niutou Village.Standing in the yard, Yang Qing could hear the thunderous snoring coming from the wing.

The yard was empty, and the whole yard was covered with snow, without a single footprint.In the corner of the wall, there was a dry weed branch, exposed from the snow, shivering in the cold wind.

The two-meter-high incense burner stands alone in the open space in front of the Daxiong Hall, with a thick layer of snow falling on it.

Both the Daxiong Hall and the Jialan Hall are closed, and the red flag has fallen on the antique wooden gate.There were also cracks in the door panels.

The cold wind blows, and the snow on the wall falls profusely.

The copper bells hanging from the hooks on the beams of the house jingled.

Yang Qing took a deep breath, turned around, and bowed slightly in the direction of the Daxiong Palace.

Although they are not a family, they are also members of the same path. Since they came to the dojo, they naturally have to give the other party enough face.

"Where is he?"

Yang Qing asked softly.

In the monastery after the snow, the sound was silent.

The voice of the words seemed to be frozen by the extreme cold weather, and it sounded a bit dry.

"It's usually in the back yard!"

Ding Xuan's pretty face was flushed with cold, she rubbed her hands together and said.

She didn't have real energy yet, just like ordinary people, she couldn't bear such extreme cold weather.

Yang Qing took out the leather jacket and gloves she bought before going to Russia from the ring, and put them on for Ding Xuan.

After putting on these clothes, Ding Xuan felt better.

"Let's go!"

The corner of Yang Qing's mouth curled into a smile: "Let's go see you, uncle!"

Stepping on the thick snow, walking through the silent yard, bypassing the back of the Daxiong Palace.The two came to the back of the temple.There is also a small door here, the blue brick Zhumen.Antique gate tower, there is a gilt door knocker on the big red door.

Push open the door and you will leave the temple. However, there is a rather elegant courtyard on the opposite side one meter away.

There are also camera surveillance on the modern gate.

In the yard is a small two-story building.

Yang Qing raised his head and glanced at the monitor.

Ok?
monitor?

shit.

In the next second, Yang Qing directly pulled Ding Xuan, broke open the gate, and rushed into the courtyard.

Just came in.

Ding Xuan pointed at the west wall and shouted, "That's him!"

Yang Qing immediately rushed towards the west wall of the courtyard.

Because, on the wall, an old man with a double-barreled shotgun on his back was about to jump over the wall and escape.

"Where to run!"

Yang Qing sneered, shrunk his ground into an inch, and reached the base of the wall in an instant.

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the old man's ankle, and pulled it down forcefully.

The old man fell to the ground with a plop, and his first reaction after getting up was to pick up the shotgun, aim it at Yang Qing, and pull the trigger.

Yang Qing grabbed the shotgun.

Then, like kneading dough, the gun barrel, belt parts, and the gunpowder bullets inside were kneaded into a shot put and thrown back to the old man.

"Where are you going!"

Yang Qing laughed and asked: "At such an advanced age, if you still dare to climb over the wall, you are not afraid of falling and becoming paralyzed!"

"Who are you!"

The old man stared at Yang Qing with flickering eyes and asked.

Yang Qing didn't answer, but lowered her head, turned her back to the wind and lit a cigarette.

With a cigarette in his mouth, he breathed out a puff of green smoke lightly, and then stretched out a finger to the old man: "Ask you a few questions, answer them, and let you go. If you don't answer well, you will die!"

The old man didn't speak, but looked at Yang Qing with cloudy eyes.

"Did you put, um..."

After Yang Qing raised a finger, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know what Master Ding Xuan's Taoist name was.

Fortunately, Ding Xuan came up and looked at the old man with complicated eyes: "Master, did you tell those three people about my master's whereabouts?"

"Which three people, I don't know!"

The old man stared fiercely at Ding Xuan and said, "I don't understand what you are talking about. Also, if you are sensible, get out of here quickly, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

"Not a good answer!"

Yang Qing sighed softly and waved his hand.

The flames swept away, roaring like a giant black dragon, rushing towards the old man.

Then, he devoured the old man in one gulp.

After a while.

Yang Qing threw the old man's soul into the ring. Afterwards, he took a sip of the cigarette and recalled the old man's memory of calling Taoist nuns, and he couldn't help but stare strangely.

"Qingqin!"

Yang Qing muttered in a low voice: "Qingqin, kiss?"

(End of this chapter)