Plug your head full of hairpin flowers

With intense anger and displeasure engraved in his brows and eyes, he gritted his teeth: "Is there no clothes!"

No matter how innocent and talkative he is, it doesn't mean he can let others slander his mountain gate in front of his face.

Qi Wuyi saw that he put down the dagger in his hand in a fit of rage, and immediately laughed: "Hey, be obedient, this town is so big, it may not be useful if your blood dries up, keep your blood well, scratch your legs Use it when you are on the heel, as long as the heel returns to Fuzhou Mountain, everything will be over."

"you……!"

"Besides, your blood...isn't enough to cure these plagues, is it?"

Zhifeng had another meal, a little ashamed and a little guilty, and finally put down the dagger.

Qi Wuyi breathed a sigh of relief, held up the blood-stained cloth, and waved: "Hey, I'll bandage it for you, come here."

Xiao Zhifeng, who was as clean as a piece of white paper, silently compromised, walked up to him with strides, and stretched out that horrible hand.

The wound was still oozing blood, but it was not so severe anymore. Qi Wuyi was careful and tried his best to help him bandage up. His hands were a little cold due to the loss of blood. The first time he touched his warm hands, Zhifeng's heart wandered somewhere. There were ripples, and an inexplicable feeling rose up quietly, like a feather scratching non-stop, making him blush and make him retreat.

"Hmm...Actually, it's just a small injury. I don't need to bandage it. I'm used to it."

He wanted to pull out his hand, but Qi Wuyi grabbed him lightly and lightly. He lowered his head, unable to see clearly, but stubbornly wrapped his hand into a bow, and then held his hand tightly. Pass your own body temperature over, and the atmosphere is silent for a while.

This strange and quiet atmosphere made Zhifeng feel that there were tens of thousands of ants gnawing on the wound, which was numb and numb, not painful, but trembling.

After a long time, Qi Wuyi raised his head, still looking foolish: "You Wuming sect, are you still accepting disciples?"

Zhifeng didn't understand, and let out a dumbfounded "ah".

He also felt that this little boy was really cute, every move he made just hit his heart, like two building blocks, his edges and corners, his unruly and rebellious, were all embedded in his tolerance and softness.

He thought, there is no other more perfect building block in this world.

Then he said with a playful smile: "Or you can teach me, my disciple must not be ashamed to ask, and study hard."

Although he didn't use any special tone, Zhifeng Leng heard something else suggestive, and blushed for no reason: "You're so nice, why are you learning this?"

Qi Wuyi suddenly became serious, with solemn eyebrows and eyes: "Bleeding for you."

His heart suddenly fluttered, he opened his mouth and couldn't speak.

He smiled again, hooked his fingers around the bow in his palm, and scratched it gently but very suggestively: "You bleed, and my heart aches."

Zhifeng's face was immediately covered with a layer of red glow, and he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.

At this moment, suddenly a masked soldier ran over in a hurry: "Your Highness!"

Unexpectedly, Wuyi let go of his hand in time, a man who was still the king of the northern border in the world, said sharply: "Say!"

"Found the beast!"

He and Zhifeng looked at each other subconsciously, and then asked: "Where is it? Lead the way!"

"Wait a minute!" Zhifeng rummaged around, and found two talismans from an unknown corner of his sleeves, folded them one after another, carefully folded them into two triangles, and handed them to him and the little soldier. One, "This is a talisman written in my blood. It can ward off evil spirits. For the plague on the heels, it will still be effective at a distance, but it may not last long if it is close. It can still be used for the time being."

Qi Wuyi frowned twice, snatched back the little soldier's treasured talisman, stuffed it back into his arms, and raised eyebrows and raised eyebrows: "You don't want money for your blood? Or take advantage of your youth?" Do you think the blood will stop doing it? If you give it as you do, one person per person, I don’t think you want to hurt yourself, you’re afraid you want to commit suicide!”

"Can……"

But just wearing a face scarf can't resist the plague on the heels.

"But what? Isn't it just to catch a wild bird? It's not like I haven't seen that bird before, so I don't need so many people." Saying this, he dragged Zhifeng away, not forgetting to give a shout to the wronged little soldier. Waving his hand, "Go, let everyone withdraw, and don't get any closer."

The little soldier threw away a magic weapon that could ward off evil spirits for no reason, reluctantly said "oh", turned around and ran away.

Zhifeng was helpless, thinking of his words "distressed", a cluster of fires burned in his heart again, dyeing his delicate face into a bloody sunset glow.

He suddenly held the injured hand, interlocked his fingers, and turned his head away, still out of shape: "Take me to the clouds? So fast."

"Why should I take you? It's just a wild bird. I can go by myself."

"That's not okay, what if you bleed your blood dry if I don't look at you?"

He doesn't want to be careless, in order not to cause trouble, he needs someone to watch him by his side, but when it comes to this kind of talent that makes people restless, knowing that this handsome and well-behaved little Taoist gentleman also Not going anywhere.

Knowing that Xiaodaojun heard the words, he coughed lightly, trying to stabilize his mood, but couldn't control his blushing face, so he could only give him a vicious look: "Hold your feet!"

Qi Wuyi, however, seemed to have received some great praise, he was so happy that his tail went up to the sky, he chuckled, and clung to his arm: "If you are slow, you can slow it down, you have to remember, we Of the two, only you have the ability to directly grab the heel, then I will lure it, and you will take the opportunity to catch it, let's cooperate and call it a day, how about it?"

Zhifeng didn't say a word, just turned his head and made a tactic, and a cloud rose from under his feet, supporting the two of them to go straight to the direction where the little soldier came earlier.

After only a few breaths, Wuyi pointed down, "It's there!"

Among the mountains, there is only one place where the mist is misty, and the fog is different from other places, it is gray, very thick and heavy, lingering there, making people feel ominous at a glance.

Zhifeng hurriedly descended in that direction, and the high-altitude wind blew away the burning clouds on his face, showing seriousness on his delicate and fair face: "Manqu Mountain is not too far away from Fuzhou Mountain where you live. Far away, it came here probably because it wanted to fly back to its own mountains. Although it is only a wild bird, it is also one of the famous beasts in the Shan Hai Jing, and there is another kind of beast living in Manqu Mountain. The ferocious beast named Horse Belly lives by eating people. If it senses the breath of horse belly, it will only become more irritable. With my morality, the talisman I wrote is not enough to be an enemy. Senior sisters and masters There are not many talismans left for me, so you must be careful of its poisonous mist later, don't get on your body, my talismans can't prevent it, and..."

Before he landed, he looked back at Qi Wuyi, who had a playful smile on his face, and reminded him earnestly and solemnly: "Be careful of the Yue Qianshan on your body, and there will be a scuffle later, don't come close to me."

He obviously didn't listen, grabbed his shoulder even harder, and smiled: "What if I can't remember? Besides, I might not be able to take care of this in a fight, why don't you solve it first?"

Zhifeng gritted his teeth, couldn't hold back, pulled him off his body, and kicked him three steps away: "If you don't care about you, come here."

It hurts so badly.

Qi Wuyi really didn't dare to get close, so he could only act like a coquettish aggrieved at a distance of three steps, saying "Zhi Feng Feng" one by one, just like a big wolfhound locked in an iron cage by its master.

His face blushed again, as if he couldn't hear, and didn't even dare to turn his head back, he took out the talisman from his sleeve, threw it forward, and said "scatter" sharply, the talisman written on that piece of paper suddenly disappeared. Like a sharp sword, it went straight through the entire mist, splitting the mist directly, and then, the thick mist that was almost like cotton, gradually disappeared like this.

Qi Wuyi couldn't help smacking his tongue. Although he was greeted by these talismans these days, he grinned his teeth every time it hurt, but he didn't expect...

The talismans used on him are nothing more than small troubles.

The mountains and forests are silent, and there is no sound.

Zhifeng and Qi Wuyi just went one after the other, separated by three steps, and searched the forest not too far or not too close.

Suddenly, a sharp bird song came from a corner in the forest, it was very ear-piercing, and then the bushes rustled in front of him, knowing that the dark path was not good, he said sharply "back off", the talisman in his hand was as hard as a piece of iron, Zhengdang repelled the oncoming cloud of gray fog.

The gray mist that hadn't had time to see the shape clearly bounced into the bushes, and then there was no movement again.

Zhifeng's hair is about to explode. At the critical moment of life and death, he shoulders all the sentient beings alone. The huge burden weighs on his two legs, but he can't retreat a step, because behind him there is Qi Wuyi. .

Even for Qi Wuyi who came with him, he still had to hold on to his heels.

"Be careful!" Qi Wuyi sternly yelled, walked around from behind him, and went up to him, Zhifeng felt a flash of white light in front of him, dazzled him, and then there was a "ding", Qi Wuyi had already held a handful The handsome Long Tassel Spear stood not far in front of him.

☆、Blood in the forest

What the spear was pointing at was an owl wrapped in gray mist, but it had only one leg, and its tail was like a pig.

"It's the heel!"

"Zhifeng get back! I'll lure it!" With a wave of his spear, his high-bundled hair and the hem of his clothes mingled together, making a sound of hunting. It is about to press up.

Zhifeng couldn't care less about whether he was nervous or not. Seeing that the man in purple with the dragon pattern was about to rush into the gray mist, he rushed forward, hugged him and rolled to the side, three hands in his sleeves. All the evil spirit talismans came out, one by one, and they all stuck to his chest. He was so anxious that he yelled loudly, "Don't die, right! You are a mere mortal, and you dare to go forward. What if you are infected with the plague? Are you a jerk?" ?”

Wuyi teases him every day, and every time he has to jump up and down until his cheeks turn red with anger, but this is the first time he really hears him yelling at someone, he doesn't react for a while, but he feels flattered, and struggles to get under him He raised his head and spread his hands like a baby: "I have this."

Zhifeng looked down and saw that it was the talisman folded into a triangle.

Written in his blood.

He chuckled, without seriousness: "With you here, how can I be willing to have trouble?"

"you……!"

Didn't he say that the talismans he wrote are useless and won't last long!

Just as Zhifeng was about to continue scolding, Qi Wuyi passed over his shoulder, and saw a ferocious spirit flying towards his heels, wrapped in a gust of gray mist, he quickly hugged Zhifeng's shoulder and rolled to the side, the spear flashed in his hand , threw it straight out, and nailed it to the trunk of the tree, clinging to the beak that brushed the heel.

"You're crazy! Don't hurt your heel!"

The problems caused by the alien beasts need to be solved by the alien beasts themselves. The plague caused by the heel cannot be cured by human medicine, but as long as the heel is sent away, the plague will leave with the heel, and it will heal itself without medicine. heel death...

Then the plague will be out of control and there will be no cure!

Therefore, it is necessary to catch the heels alive!

Qi Wuyi held him down, with extremely fierce anger in his brows: "If you don't kill this beast, what will you do if you die?"

"I……"

Seeing that the sharp beak on the heel was cut off a little, he became more irritable, and the gray mist quickly filled the wings, and he was about to rush over again. The gun, Zhifeng threw another precious talisman, cutting through the mist like a sharp blade, and with a sound of "disperse", the mist carrying the plague dissipated.

Zhifeng's Taoism is very limited, and his blood is good enough to dispel little monsters and goblins. For example, heels are listed in the Shan Hai Jing, and there is one side to bless them. The spells written by him are basically useless. None of them are qualified, so I just try to provide psychological comfort.

In fact, some of the ones he was using were specially left for him by the elder sister Zhizhong before she left, and some were given by the masters and ancestors in the past.

He stretched out his hand and touched his sleeve, with a dignified expression, there were not many usable talismans left.

Turning his head to look, Qi Wuyi still thought that the talisman he gave could really ward off the plague on his heels, and without hesitation, the purple-clothed silver spear approached his heels, brushing past the gray mist.

"You have no clothes! My talisman can't withstand such consumption, you back off!"

He took a step forward, shot the talisman in his sleeve, and a net covered the sky and covered the sky, Wuyi hurriedly rolled to the side, got a fallen leaf on one end, and was in a state of embarrassment.

However, the heel has been caught by this trick once, and he has learned it long ago. With a sharp roar, a small bird can actually shake the mountains and rivers under the rage. How could Wuyi and Zhifeng almost lose their footing? It fluttered its wings again, and the gray fog that had been dispelled just now gathered again, like a tide, and it easily swept through the net in just a moment.

In a hurry, Zhifeng tore off the bow tie on his palm, which affected the wound, and the wound that had stopped bleeding began to ooze out again, and when it came into contact with the gray mist, it emitted a faint light like a firefly.

The heel screamed, obviously wary of Zhifeng's Jingxue, and jumped to the side with one foot, the appearance of flapping its wings was very funny.

Qi Wuyi found an opportunity, and regardless of the dead branches and leaves in his hair, he jumped forward a step high, holding a silver spear in his hand, and immediately took the lifeblood of the little monster bird.

Zhifeng immediately cooperated from the side, took out the last talisman, and ran up without hesitation!

The strange bird, which was only the size of an owl, suddenly spread its wings, and a burst of gray mist shot straight into the sky for no reason.

not good!

Zhifeng hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with a blood-stained bandage to avoid inhaling the mist. The faint smell of blood rushed into his nasal cavity along his breath, temporarily blocking the plague, but...

The gray mist made him unable to see clearly, he couldn't see his heels, and he couldn't see Qi Wuyi, who was carrying a thousand mountains.

"No clothes!"

"I'm here!"

Qi Wuyi coughed twice, got up with difficulty, and was in the mist of the plague, causing the three talismans on his chest to be directly burned to ashes. It was so heavy that it seemed to be filled with lead, and I couldn't even lift it.

"Quickly clear the fog!"

"No! Stand where you are and don't move! Be careful of jumping over a thousand mountains! I only have the last talisman left that can be used!"

If this talisman is used to disperse the smoke, it means...

He couldn't suppress the plague brought by the heel, so he couldn't send it to Huizhou Mountain.

Qi Wuyi only stayed in the gray mist for a while before he began to feel difficulty in breathing. Something was blocked in his throat and it swelled rapidly, making him cough non-stop.

- It's the plague!

He was pretty sure he must have been infected!

Immediately, he made a decisive decision and screamed "Use it up".

Zhifeng is really just a young boy who just came down the mountain. He is innocent, pure and kind. This time he went down the mountain and experienced too many changes. He is just a little brother who is held in the hands of his senior brothers and sisters. His cultivation level is the lowest. , the mind is the shallowest.

However, at this moment, all the burdens of the common people in the world are carried on a piece of light talisman paper, and it is held tightly in his hands like this, what does he have?All he has is a sincere heart to save the common people in the world and save everyone, but no matter how hot this heart is, it can't reverse the current situation at all.

To use this talisman, or not to use it?

Qi Wuyi almost lost consciousness very quickly, he could only support his body with the spear as a support, managed not to fall down, and shouted "quick" sharply!

After hearing this, he gritted his teeth, and the dagger pierced directly into his heart with his backhand!

The cultivation of the disciples of the Wuming sect is born in response to the heart, and they do what they want, and the blood of their hearts is pure and strong.

All of his bravery turned into blood and spilled on the ground, he tried not to shout out, but insisted on raising his head, and drew a rune in the void with his blood-stained fingers. A sharp blade sliced ​​through the sky, instantly dispelling the gray mist, and the vision returned to clarity.

Qi Wuyi was already prepared, took a breath of fresh air, and quickly locked on the heels. He raised his spear, trying to pin the wings of this strange bird, but he didn't expect that he would fall forward as soon as he took a step, and his eyes went black. Wow, he spit out black blood all over the ground, seeping into the mud——

Unexpectedly, this plague was so severe.

"No clothes!"

He struggled to raise his head to look in the direction of the sound source. The young man in white was still pierced with a dagger in his heart. The blood in his heart was splashed all over the ground along the white robe. Taking his blood in such a rough way caused the young man to turn pale. , You have to rely on the trunk to stand firm.

The first reaction in Qi Wuyi's mind was "Why did he hurt himself again", the second reaction was "I don't know if he hurts", and the third reaction was "Am I going to die?"

"Knowing... Knowing..."

He gritted his teeth and pulled out the dagger, the blood spattered three feet, took off his blood-stained robe, covered his head and face, and threw it over, tremblingly said: "The blood of the heart can be barely resisted for a while, some I'm here, I won't let you die, put on my clothes, go!"

The Wuming faction has its own set of methods to protect the heart and strengthen its blood supply function, but even so, taking blood from the heart is a very dangerous and painful thing. If it is not driven into a dead end, it will not be used easily.

Now, he finally understands what kind of mood the patriarch felt when he sacrificed blood to Penglai Xiandao for the sake of the world.

——It's not too bad to have no clothes.

The last piece of talisman was shot, and a net was hung above the head of the heel. Zhifeng wiped his chest, stained with blood on his hand, and rushed straight up.

Zhifeng grows up rapidly, and after going through life and death, he becomes smarter and masters some fighting skills without a teacher.

The heels are very wary of his blood, and there is a net hanging on the top of the head, so it dare not approach or fly, for fear of falling into the net, and its one foot has become a fatal flaw at this moment!

His blood spilled all the way, soaked into the mud, and pushed back his heels in an instant.

It had nowhere to hide, and out of the instinct of a beast, it became more and more manic, and its cry became more and more piercing. Zhifeng was stabbed in the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't even walk steadily. He just wanted to use his own blood to push his heels under the net. ,However……

He was in a desperate situation, surrounded by his heart and blood, faintly glowing red, and one step further was under the net, in a dilemma, he chose to perish together!

The current Zhifeng is like a broken hourglass, the blood drains away like quicksand, taking away his body temperature, making his reaction extremely slow, his fingertips are cold, his top-heavy, and his eyes turn black in bursts. Not knowing what to do, holding the wound with one hand and supporting the tree with the other, he could barely stand up straight.

Therefore, when he screamed sharply on his heels and suddenly came straight to his front door wrapped in the wind with all his strength, he was already unable to react.

When he reacted, there was a sudden sinking of his shoulders, and then a muffled groan sounded in his ears.

"Are you...have no clothes? You are crazy!"

The limit of crossing the thousand mountains made him bleed from all seven orifices, he felt his brain was smashed into liquid, the sharp claws on his heels pierced his back, and the gray mist penetrated into his body along the wound, making his internal organs The six internal organs are like burning.

He couldn't see soon, because he was numb because of too much pain, he supported Zhifeng's face, intermittently, with all his strength——

"Zhifeng...for you...thousands of mountains can be crossed, oceans can be crossed...no one can...stop me even a step..."

nobody.

As everyone knows, the bleeding from the seven orifices, and the appearance of vomiting blood after saying a word, is really not pleasing to the eye.

The author has something to say: I never thought that the long丨gun is also a blocked word, and if there is a blocked part, you can comment and tell me, love you all

☆, lesser evils

The heels let go of their claws, found a neutral position, and immediately flapped their wings and flew into the distance.

Zhifeng hastily touched the center of his forehead with his blood-stained hand, and with a flash of golden light, Yue Qianshan was untied.

He just hugged Qi Wuyi like this, and the two of them fell limp together, the person who never showed mercy, now lay quietly in his arms, one by one, getting colder.

The gray mist overflowing from the wound on his back gradually wrapped him up like a boa constrictor, entangled tightly, like maggots attached to the bones, and would not disperse.

Without a moment's hesitation, Zhifeng withdrew the net hanging above his head with his backhand, turned it into the original talisman, and stuck it directly on Qi Wuyi's chest, and then shot out the dagger from his sleeve, nailing his heel directly to the tree trunk, The vicious-looking strange bird fluttered twice, then just remained motionless.

—he killed the heel.

The gray mist then dissipated, and the last talisman was left to him by Zhi Zhongnv, the elder sister's cultivation was much deeper than his, so it would not be a problem to save Qi Wuyi's life for the time being.

But his heart was still bleeding, and he couldn't breathe out. He could only sit slumped on the ground with Qi Wuyi in his arms, unable to move. The sky gradually lowered, all pressing on his shoulders, and the huge pressure pulled his muscles and bones away. , Kneaded into a bloody mass.

He couldn't feel anything except pain, the wound hurt, his heart hurt, and his head hurt even more.

He only has this last talisman left, if he doesn't use it to save Qi Wuyi, he can only watch him die, but if he is saved, he can only escape from his hand again on his heels, and spread the plague to the next one Yandang Town.

he can not.

So he killed Heel.

Once the heel dies, the plague is out of control and cannot be cured, but it will not spread and expand again.

At that moment, what he sacrificed were the sick villagers at the foot of the mountain.

Did he do it to save Qi Wuyi alone, or to avoid the calamity that would spread to the wider world?

Is he the lesser of two evils, or is he simply selfish and incompetent?

But no matter what, if it's not his relatives, what qualifications does he have to sacrifice these innocent patients?

Numerous and complicated problems were like sharp steel needles piercing him, turning him into a hedgehog. The world was so vast and vast, but he was the only one who was so small and so small, with no one behind him. , there is no way out.

The only thing to rely on is the person whose arms don't warm up again.

"Knowing... Knowing..."

His whole body was shaken, he hurriedly regained his senses, hugged him tightly again, almost crying: "Is there no clothes!"

Qi Wuyi was covered in blood all over his face, and he was also wearing Zhifeng's blood-stained white robe. His eyes were blurred and he couldn't see clearly, but he could still pull out a smile: "You... have solved Yue Qianshan. ?”

"Understood."

"Don't...don't be afraid that I will..."

Zhifeng shook his head, and looked down to see that his eyes were slack, his face was stained with blood, and his mouth was still overflowing with froth, he wiped it off with trembling hands, smiled wryly, and his tense shoulders suddenly relaxed: "Is there no clothes... You are a plaster made of dog skin, you can't even shake it off."

He smiled, and under such circumstances, he still did not change his foolish look: "All right, all right... I'll stick to you."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch his skirt with difficulty, squeezed out a handful of ashes, and murmured: "Fu... Zhifeng, the talisman is gone..."

"what?"

"The talisman... the talisman you gave me..." He tried his best to show him his hand, twisting the black ashes with his fingertips, and lost what his sweetheart gave him, looking so uncomfortable and aggrieved.

Zhifeng suddenly smiled weakly, and gave him the one that he gave to the little soldier before from his sleeve: "Here you are."

In fact, his talisman is really useless.

The magic talisman kept Qi Wuyi awake temporarily, but it was not a long-term solution. Zhifeng let go of his hand and stumbled to his feet. Before his eyes recovered, his surroundings were suddenly empty, and he panicked in an instant: "Zhifeng...?"

He clutched his chest, and barely stretched out his hand to pull him up: "Go, let's go down the mountain."

"What about the heel?"

"died."

"What? You killed the heel?"

Zhifeng couldn't stand still, Wuyi was all on top of him, he almost fell down after such a pause, managed to stabilize himself, and then said coldly: "It won't die, if you die, what can I do?" ?”

"Then you can't kill it! What about the plague? What about those who are infected with the plague? What do I do by myself?"

He suddenly turned up the volume, and asked sharply: "What can I do? Watch you die? The lives of all living beings in the world are placed in front of me for me to choose. Who do you want me to choose? Did I choose wrong?"

Qi Wuyi blinked blankly, regained a bit of vision, and saw that the face of the handsome young man who was close at hand was stained with tears, his eyes were red, he opened his mouth, unable to speak.

Tears are such things, once the gate is opened, it is difficult to hold back until the time is full.

Wuyi just froze in place, staring blankly at this innocent big boy leaning against his neck, whimpering silently, tears flowing down his collar mixed with heat, and his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

"I can't save them... Wuyi, the talisman is in my hand, but I can't save them, I killed them... Wuyi, I killed them!"

It was he who chose Qi Wuyi on the only talisman at the critical moment, and then gave up those hundreds or even thousands of villagers who were also infected with the plague.

Those illnesses, those despairs, those meaningless deaths, like maggots attached to the bones, drilled through the flesh and blood, pushed him step by step into the abyss.

Qi Wuyi stretched out his hand and gently wrapped his arms around his shoulder: "Fool, you saved me. With me here, we will find a way... Zhifeng, thank you, Zhifeng, thank you for saving me."

Afterwards, the talisman could no longer support Qi Wuyi, who was extremely weak and deeply infected by the plague, and he collapsed limply like a puppet whose strings were drawn.

Zhifeng choked, didn't even have the time to cry, silently wiped away tears, blood stained his face into a ball, with difficulty helped Qi Wuyi who passed out and walked down the mountain.

——He is not a junior brother of the Unknown Sect now, without the protection of masters and respected masters, let alone senior sisters and brothers who can stand in front of him.

He was alone, there was darkness in front of him, and an abyss behind him, and Qi Wuyi was pressing on his body.

No matter how difficult some roads are, there is no other way but to walk.

Behind the tree, a head poked out quietly——

It was a wrinkled and old face with a ferocious face like a beast. There were sharp fangs in the mouth, and it was grinning, with dirty saliva dripping down.

The four of Zhanli and his party had just arrived in the capital at this moment. He took back his divine sword Tingyu, but he couldn't find Qi Wuyi. Fortunately, there was an upright mortal who knew Chongnv Taoist, and went straight to the northern border. The Wangfu asked, and only then did he hear the news about Jujue, and the party rushed to Yandang Town again.

As a result, as soon as it landed, it was chaos.

Yandang town was full of wailing, the simple and damp long bluestone street was full of sick people, and the archway at the door was covered with talismans, and the whole town was surrounded by a kind of gray-white mist, lifeless.

Zhizhong Nv Daojun was shocked: "No! The heel is dead!"

"What? How do you know?"

"I said that the plague is a subsidiary of the heel, and it will only follow the heel. The medicine and medical skills in the world are ineffective. Once the heel dies, the plague that has spread cannot be controlled or cured. The plague here... It's out of control!"

"How could this be..." Zhan Li had just taken two steps forward when he was dragged back by the female Daojun Zhizhong.

"Gods are not allowed! The influence of alien beasts is also effective on the gods!"

"What should I do?"

Zhizhong shook his head, he couldn't think of a way for a moment, he just pointed to the talisman pasted on the archway: "Zhifeng... has done his best."

Poxu stepped forward to check, he is now a Yin soldier, he dare not touch the blood talisman of the Wuming faction, he only glanced at it, then quickly backed away, with a solemn expression: "That child... used his heart and soul."

"what……?"

"His cultivation is limited, so in order to restrain the spread of the plague, he can only use his heart and soul, but..." Poxu raised his head, and saw that the talisman stickers were full, not only the archway, but even from this end of the long street. On the other side, he couldn't help but frowned, "With such a dosage, the child's heart and blood will probably be drained."

Knowing that Zhongnv Daojun was in a turmoil, she covered her head and was about to rush in. Among her fellow disciples, Zhifeng was the only one left. How dare she let him have an accident!

As a result, when he broke through, he bumped into a cold and hard embrace, Poxu's brows were frosty, plain and emotionless, and he opened his hands like a wall to block his eyes: "You can't go in, Strange beasts have a wide range of influence, from the fairy court to the underworld, you and I are among the audience."

Zhizhong quickly took a step back, and with a wave of his fingertips, the talisman was shot: "Get out of the way!"

Poxu glanced at Zisong.

He grinned, revealing his annoying sharp little canine teeth: "Of course I help my people, Poxu is for the good of a mere mortal like you, right, Zhanli Shangshen?"

"Shut up!" This guy knows the relationship between respecting female Taoist monarchs and Poxu, and he wishes they could beat you to death. It really fits the phrase in the world——

It’s not too big to watch the bustle.

He hastily stopped Zhizhong Nv Daojun first: "Daojun! What Poxu said is right, this plague is severe, and if you go in, not one more person will get sick!"

"Can……"

How could she ignore her junior brother?

Seeing this, Zi Sui sneered, and couldn't help itching his hands, his eyes blushed faintly: "The left and right plagues are beyond control, and these people can't be cured, why don't you let me kill them, once and for all, clean up."

As he said that, he took a step forward, and the evil spirit in his palm danced like a flame.

Zhanli thought quickly, and a golden light flashed in the palm of his right hand: "Do you still want to punish him by kneeling?"

The golden light in his hand forced Zi Sui to take a step back, he shook his hand bitterly, and extinguished the black flame in his palm.

☆, parted ways

"Master... senior sister?"

Zhizhong turned his head abruptly, and called "Zhifeng" in a daze, and saw a young man turning out from the lifeless Yandang Town, his face was as pale as paper, his white clothes were soaked in blood, he couldn't even see his original appearance. I couldn't come out, and the cloth strips were messily wrapped around the clothes, which were used as bandages. I had to barely stand on the wall to stand still, and my hands were covered with bruises, and blood was dripping down mixed with plaster.

This messed up appearance is almost neither human nor ghost, how can it still have the brilliance and gentleness of the nameless mountain?

"Zhifeng...you...?"

It's okay, the three words were swallowed back by herself.

"Senior Sister! Don't come in! My painstaking efforts are not very effective. I can only temporarily control the plague in the town. I killed the heel, and the plague is out of control. Even Qiwuyi... I... "

The surprise of the young man to see the senior sister he was thinking of flickered for only a moment, then he lowered his head, his blood-stained pale fingers pinched into his own flesh and blood, and the huge sense of despair and loss was magnified ten thousand times in front of his relatives , enough to break through every bloodline in him.

Seeing that at least he was still alive, Zhizhong breathed a sigh of relief. Her experience and knowledge as a senior sister made her calm down quickly, and she began to think about other solutions.

"Shen Jun, I have something to ask, I wonder if Shen Jun can agree?"

Zhanli looked sternly, nodded: "Taoist, please tell me."

"There are ancient records that Qing Geng's heels are used to prevent epidemics and bring disasters. The problem of the alien beasts needs to be solved by the alien beasts themselves. Now that the heels are dead, the only one who can solve this problem is the Qing Geng of the alien beasts in Jinli Mountain."

"Mount Jinli...? It's not far from here. Although it doesn't take much time to go back and forth, Qinggeng is only a bird the size of a magpie, and it's not easy to find it. Here..."

Can it really last this long?

"Don't worry, Shenjun, I'll stay here." Zhizhong hurried before Zhanli refused, and said, "The blood of the Wuming faction is a sacred object to ward off evil spirits. It can even suppress strange beasts. My blood and talismans are better Zhifeng is more effective, at least it can last until you come back."

"No." As expected, Zhan Li refused with a cold face.

"God Lord!"

"I said no!"

Zhifeng is already very weak. Even with pure blood in his body, he can't resist. He has faint symptoms of infection. These days, he is just struggling. He is almost the only one in this town who can still move. This will cover your heart and move with difficulty