There is a demon who pleases you

After entering the village, Xuanqing found that the situation was far beyond his imagination. The light he saw was not candlelight, and the smoke was not cooking smoke.

Where they were, flames raged and smoke billowed.The pungent smell of scorched human flesh filled the air, making one sick.

Stacks of firewood logs were elevated, and men beside the pyre were numbly adding fuel to make the fire intensify, and new corpses were pushed into the fire from time to time.

A skinny old man walked over tremblingly and chased them away: "You are foreigners, go, go, you can't keep people here."

Xuan Qing frowned and said, "Dare to ask what happened here?"

He sighed: "Haven't you seen it, plague, if you want to survive, leave quickly."

plague……

Xuanqing's expression froze, Xuanqing was fine, but the sword Jinghong in his arms could no longer be infected.

"Excuse me, is there any other place nearby where I can find the doctor?"

He looked at the person in Xuanqing's arms, shook his head and said, "Go straight ahead...if you're lucky, you might meet him."

"Thank you."

Without further ado, Xuanqing was lucky enough to cover Yijian Jinghong, and immediately rushed forward.

Yijian Jinghong lay softly on Xuanqing's body, which was very cute.

Xuan Qing patted his head: "When your illness is cured, I will definitely seek justice for you."

He responded in a low voice, "Okay."

Xuanqing felt a pity in his heart, the wind was blowing under his feet, he couldn't help using his skills, and suddenly felt strange when the wind was running fast, he hurriedly stopped his steps, and turned his head.

Swipe with two fingers.

"Yin and Yang are in conflict, and the universe is in Xuanqing's eyes."

Fragments of light scattered from the fingers, like fireflies flying to the sky, and then gathered into beams of light to shoot forward, when they flew to a certain place, they were blocked by an invisible air wall, and the black and purple evil energy was in the void. Rising up, it swallowed up the golden light in an instant.

That's not a plague, it's a living sacrifice!

Shocked, Xuanqing put away his spells, looked at the sword-shocking sword beside him, who was breathing less and less, and immediately decided that saving people was the most important thing, and without hesitation, he stepped on the sword and walked against the wind. In an instant, the mountains and rivers retreated, and the white wall stood up. now.

The majestic palace, but no one was guarding the door, Xuan Qing grabbed the door knocker and said, "Is anyone there?"

Someone in the defense tower not far away shouted: "Who is coming, Wushuang Palace never accepts guests."

Peerless Palace?Very good!

Xuan Qing said: "Whether Brother Xiao is here, I am their friend, I will ask for help."

"Young Palace Master's friends? Then you should know that they were injured in Muyun Villa, and it is inconvenient to see guests."

Sure enough, they were also injured, Xuanqing sighed in his heart, and said: "A friend of mine was imprisoned in Muyun Villa and was seriously injured. He needs to be treated immediately. I hope..."

Before he finished speaking, a delicate female voice sounded.

"The enemy of Muyun Villa is my friend, come in."

Xuanqing originally wanted to explain that Xuanqing and Muyun Villa had no hostile relationship, but seeing the gate opened, he still sent Yijian Jinghong in first, and discussed other matters later.

Walking in the door, there are flowers and incense, the walls are all white, and the servants and maids who bow their heads are all light and silent.

That day, the maid who followed Xiao Hongyun came to entertain Xuan Qing and placed them in a very comfortable courtyard, and a doctor came later.

Yijian Jinghong was lying on the bed, his dark eyes were fixed on Xuanqing, turning as he moved, and the doctor was about to take his pulse when he snapped his hand back like lightning.

The doctor exclaimed, and Xuan Qing grabbed his wrist at the same time, a little later, I am afraid that the doctor will have to change his hand to feel the pulse from now on.

"Let go, okay?" Xuan Qing comforted him, "Let the doctor see you."

He lowered his eyes to see Xuan Qing holding his hand, and slowly let go of the shackles: "Okay."

Xuan Qing smiled at the doctor, "Go ahead."

The doctor wiped off the cold sweat from his forehead, carefully put his hand on it again, and focused on the pulse diagnosis.

"Deficiency of qi and body loss, new injuries are added before the serious injury has healed, but fortunately, the heart channel is protected, and it is not a problem to cultivate slowly."

Not long after the doctor prescribed the medicine and left, a maid informed Xuanqing that the palace lord had an invitation, and she grabbed Xuanqing by the corner of his clothes to prevent him from leaving.

In the luxurious palace, Datura quietly blooms, and musk is dense.The magnificent woman leaned on the long seat, her expression was lazy, her makeup was completely faded, her hair was black, she put the pipe in her hand to her mouth and took a puff, and what she exhaled was a thin white mist of smoke.

"You are the Xuan Qing whom my grandson mentioned."

She looks very young, it is really surprising that she is the grandmother of the Xiao family brothers.

Xuan Qing cupped his hands and said: "This is Xuan Qing, who has met the Palace Master."

"Yun'er and Yan'er have been betting on who can bring you back first, but they didn't expect that you not only came by yourself, but also brought a sword to surprise them. They both lost this game."

Xuan Qing said: "It was really an accident, thank you Palace Mistress for your help."

"Accident? I don't think so." She cast a sideways glance at Xuan Qing, "I was besieged by the righteous way of martial arts at Muyun Villa a day ago, and you, who should have been buried in a sea of ​​flames, appeared here intact, is it God's will?"

"The fate of a person has its own conclusion in the dark."

"In your opinion, what is my fate?"

Xuan Qing glanced at her, and knew in his heart: "Life is not long."

"Hahaha," she said with a smile, "my grandchildren are facing me day and night without realizing it, but you see it right away."

Xuanqing was thinking about the village, since he had already thanked him, he wanted to leave.

"Why worry." Palace Mistress Wushuang said, "Shouldn't you accompany me, a dying person, and comfort me before leaving."

Xuan Qing was puzzled and said: "The palace master is getting older, and died of a long life, why should he be comforted?"

She choked on the cigarette in her throat and coughed several times. "I don't need you to guess my age."

Xuan Qing said: "Although the palace lord has a good face, I can still tell the age, it's not a guess."

"I think you want me to die in anger." She paused, then waved her hands and said, "Forget it, if you can rest assured and stay with me, I have no reason to stop you."

"Why don't you worry about putting it on the Palace Master. I will visit my two friends when I come back and leave."

Leaving the main hall, feeling the meaningful sight behind him disappear, Xuan Qing thought that Xiao Hongyun's habit of looking at people's backs was passed down from his ancestors.

When he returned to the village, he found that the place was already a dead place, with corpses everywhere, and no one was alive.

Whether the old man who showed him the way was compassionate and sent him a way out, or feared that he would spoil their ceremony, Xuanqing would never know the answer.

Going straight, a black river flows at Xuanqing's feet along the undulating terrain. Xuanqing stared at the sewage with all kinds of filth floating in it, stretched out his hand to stir it, and recited formulas in his mouth silently, waiting for the clouds to be dyed by the sunset Only then did Xuan Qing get up slowly.Follow the river and stop in front of a ruin.

The three corpses that were too late to be cremated fell to the ground, looking at their death conditions, they could kill each other. Under their bodies was a huge blood totem.

Textures never seen before.

Xuan Qing narrowed his eyes, recalling the old man Tianji that Master Muyun was talking about, maybe he can ask him.Wulin people know the things in Wulin best.

After writing down the pattern, Xuanqing went around the village again, but unfortunately there was no gain.