How many times the group portrait is spring

This bird demon is really timid, Duan Changkong terrified her when he reported the name of the sect, if he told her that both of them were direct disciples, this bird demon might turn into a lump of bird meat.

Niaoyou was injured and did not dare to go to human towns, so she followed them for the time being. She had a low voice and was timid, and she really didn't look like a monster that would harm people. Apart from refusing to tell Mo Lingyun where she came from, she was quite Honestly.

The places they have traveled recently are all wastelands, and there is still a distance from the town. The land is sticky and wet during the rainy season, and walking is not very comfortable.

It was also under such circumstances that they met Ning Qing who came from Yujian.

Seeing that he was dressed in light plain clothes and his hair was pulled back with a green hairpin, the opening sentence of his nephew was a gentle meaning that penetrated into his bones.

When he got closer, his eyes were warm and his smile was light; Mo Lingyun seemed to understand why he, Master Ning, was the dream lover in the eyes of so many disciples.

"Two nephews." Ning Qing called.

Duan Changkong and Mo Lingyun cupped his hands and bowed, "Uncle Master."

It was a coincidence that we met each other. Mo Lingyun washed his hands and was about to make dinner. He heard Ning Qing say, "I'm going to Dongshan this trip. Brother Wujian has already taken a step ahead. It should be in the territory of Dongshan."

It seemed that it was for Duan Changkong and him, but Mo Lingyun knew that Ning Qing was telling Jing Rong in such detail.

The few people had a good chat, and they didn't pay attention to the oriole bird demon whose expression suddenly changed behind him.

When Mo Lingyun opened his eyes the next day, the bird demon had disappeared, and the other three people were meaningless, and Mo Lingyun couldn't ask any more questions.

Ning Qing looked at the boat sculpture in his hand and asked, "Nowadays Dongshan monks are gathering, do you want to go and see it?"

"What do the monks gather for?" Mo Lingyun became interested.

"The moon grass is about to mature, so it's naturally for the purpose of winning the treasure." When Ning Qing said this, Mo Lingyun felt a little cold for no reason, but couldn't tell why.

"Is the competition so fierce?" Mo Lingyun asked, Jindan cultivators already belonged to the pillars of some mid-level sects, the Xuantianzong sect is the master uncle of the two Jindan sects?

"I'm just going to see the grand scene of the mature moon grass." Ning Qing understood Mo Lingyun's meaning, "This time, the sect has appointed Brother Wujian to lead the team, and the disciples of the Medical Pavilion have ordered a lot, so there should be no problem of."

"That's right, do the monks share the moon grass with each other?"

"No, there is also Dongshan Great Demon as a guardian monster."

With Ning Qing here, they don’t need to walk to Dongshan. The small boat sculpture in Ning Qing’s hand, he injected a little spiritual energy into a big boat. The spiritual stone on the core hub has not been worn out, and there is no need for him to drive it .

Duan Changkong looked very greedy, this magic weapon of speed is more expensive than the one he was struck by lightning before!

With the help of magic tools, the four of them arrived at the foot of Dongshan Mountain thousands of miles away in less than half a day. What Ning Qing said about the gathering of monks was not a lie. There were so many people, those who didn't know thought they were going to the market.

But most people only dare to stay at the foot of the mountain, as if there is any danger in the mountain.

After entering the mountain, there will be fewer people around. Mo Lingyun held his master with one hand and asked, "Uncle, isn't the moon grass in the east mountain? Don't they all enter the mountain?"

"Nephew Ling Yun, do you know what the big monster is?" Ning Qing seemed to be in a good mood while holding the bamboo staff.

"What? What a big monster?"

"It's a demon above the Golden Core stage that can transform into a human form." Ning Qing explained methodically.

Mo Lingyun shook the hand holding the bamboo stick, and smiled awkwardly: "Haha...so...?"

"The Great Demon of Dongshan is a thousand-year-old tiger demon, and it has been cultivated in the middle stage of Jindan, so it is entrenched in Dongshan." As if he felt that he had teased his nephew, Ning Qing added: "Don't be afraid, the magic circle in the mountain has already been formed. Come on, it can't hurt you."

"oh oh."

Jing Rong was originally reticent, and Duan Changkong couldn't say a word for a whole day. After Ning Qing dismissed both nephews and nephews, he called Ning Qing to make trouble.

"Nephew Duan didn't notice it?" Ning Qing's lips curved slightly.

Knowing that he was talking about his own identity, Jing Rong hummed, and had to admit that this nephew was really a bit stupid, if he just changed his peers, Jing Rong's identity had already been exposed.

"Did you come to Dongshan just to see Yue Tancao?" Jing Rong always likes to get straight to the point. Although Yuetancao is a precious spiritual herb, it is very useful in medicine and alchemy, but with Ning Qing's temperament, he doesn't have to just look at it. Grass came all the way.

Compared with Ning Qing, Yue Tancao is obviously more attractive to medical practitioners.

Ning Qing just smiled and said nothing, as acquiescing to Jing Rong's words.

The maturity of the moon grass is so important, Yan Huai will come to it in all likelihood, he is not here to observe the maturity of the spirit grass, but to squat on Yan Huai.

"The way is different, why bother." Jing Rong occasionally feels helpless towards this junior brother.

"Moxiu is the world's random definition of ghost doctor. What does it have to do with him?" Regarding the topic of that person, Ning Qing never backed down, but rather deviant.

"You should act with discretion."

"I know, senior brother." The senior brother was subdued by this voice, Jing Rong was silent for a while, and just said: "It's not convenient for me to see Senior Brother Wujian, so I'll go down the mountain first, Zhelan, you watch them."

"How much do you take care of?" Ning Qing seemed to be in a really good mood today, and could say some witty words.

Jing Rong seemed to think about it seriously: "Just don't get eaten."

"it is good."

Mo Lingyun didn't know at all that in the eyes of his master, he just didn't want to be eaten. Mo Lingyun was still walking on the east mountain. There were many edible wild fruits on the mountain. He picked one and tasted it. It was a bit sour, but the master and uncle seemed to be Both are sweeter.

Duan Changkong has no taboos, he can eat whatever he gives.

The two of them slid along the bend, and as they slid, they discovered something unusual—there were bloodstains on the ground.

The blood was not very noticeable mixed in the weeds, but it still looked fresh.

The two of them had the same meal by coincidence, and Mo Lingyun slowly spit out the fruit core.

"Could it be human blood?" Duan Changkong, who had almost forgotten all the medical knowledge he had learned, hesitated to speak.

"Shouldn't you understand this Duan Junior Brother better than me?"

"It seems so." Duan Changkong squatted down and studied it carefully, "It's not human blood, it should be the blood of a large beast."

"It doesn't look as big as usual, why don't we go and have a look?" Duan Changkong became interested. The blood flow and color are really strange.

"Can I refuse?" Mo Lingyun's mouth was a little sour, as if it was the aftertaste of the fruit just now.

"Let's go together, Brother Mo." Duan Changkong elongated his tone.

The duo of fools who are not afraid of danger embarked on the journey looking for bloodstains. Mo Lingyun thought about what Ning Qing said, if there is a fluctuation of demon power, it will immediately trigger the formation in the mountain, and other monks will come immediately. In this case, Even if they meet the Great Monster Dongshan, they don't have to worry about dying suddenly on the spot.

After walking on the mountain road for about ten minutes, Mo Lingyun felt that his crow's mouth skills seemed to have improved again, so he didn't need to say anything, and his wish came true.

Duan Changkong looked at the tiger entrenched on the rock and fell silent. It was an extremely huge tiger with brownish-yellow fur, black horizontal stripes all over its body, and strong and powerful limbs. scars.

It didn't seem to be aware of the existence of the two of them, panting heavily while licking the wounds on its body, trying to get up, then fell back on the rock with all four limbs paralyzed. This action showed that there were pursuers behind.

When the man holding the flute descended without wind, Duan Changkong felt that he was the one who was unlucky, why was it Yan Huai again? !

His black mask was still on, and Yan Huai was holding an ordinary bamboo flute, and his tone was very calm: "Leave the inner alchemy, I will spare your life."

Tigers roared in the forest, mist rose from the surroundings where the vision was originally clear, and the untimely sound of the flute resounded through the forest. Duan Changkong pulled Mo Lingyun ten meters away due to the collision of two forces, blurred In the clouds and smoke, they could only vaguely see the monster crawling up, flicking its tail and running away into the distance.

They didn't see Yan Huai's whereabouts, they only heard the sound of the flute fading away.

The smoke from the tiger didn't dissipate for a long time, it blinded the eyes and irritated the nose, Duan Changkong followed Mo Lingyun to go out, on the way he met many monks with swords going to the place where the smoke was thick.

Obviously, it was all to chase the tiger.

Duan Changkong sniffled, and couldn't help complaining: "This man, how can this man be so confident in begging for inner alchemy from monsters?"

"Maybe he has the confidence?" Compared to Duan Changkong's gaffe, Mo Lingyun looked much better.

Mo Lingyun glanced at the gloomy sky, "It's about to rain, let's go back quickly?"

"Alright, let's go down the mountain first."

Not long after Mo Lingyun and the others went down the mountain, the rain began to fall in a hurry. Mixed with the twilight, the day was extremely gloomy.

Ning Qing stood under the eaves quietly watching the rain, and was dragged in by Jing Rong holding an umbrella. If you don't look closely, it's hard to notice the slight trembling of his body. Rainy days can easily affect his old illnesses. Beidi It is not easy for others to notice the lack of rain, but the southern border is different. During the rainy season, the rain continues continuously.

"Brother." Ning Qing called him.

"En." Jing Rong signaled that he was there, and took off the bamboo hat earlier and put it aside.

"The rain is not as heavy now as it was then." Ning Qing pointed out the window, and after realizing that Jing Rong closed the window, he smiled slightly and lowered his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "At that time, it was only you Dare to pull me."

Jing Rong didn't know the reason for Ning Qing's sudden nostalgia. He was not good at guessing people's hearts, so he just responded before the thunder: "You are my junior brother, so I naturally want to protect you."

They have been brothers for 28 years, since Ning Qing was still a baby, such a small dumpling, so small and soft, always gave Jing Rong the illusion that he would disappear if he touched him.

Maybe it's not a delusion, his junior has a congenital heart disease, which even Master Qingxuan said can't be cured, and he may be gone one day when he gets sick.

The attitude towards Ning Qing from the same sect is very vague, but this child is born well, has a sweet mouth, and is cute when he is young; even Lin Wuduan, the eldest disciple of Qingyue Peak who has always been facially paralyzed, can smile a little when he sees Ning Qing.

Jing Rong thought about it, and saw Ning Qing, who was his opponent, tremble again. Even if the wind and rain didn't blow in, it still involved the pain in his bones.

"I'm going to ask for a pot of fire." Jing Rong stood up holding the bamboo hat.

"This summer, no store will prepare charcoal fire." Ning Qing only smiled, and put one hand on Jingrong's bamboo hat, "Why don't you play chess with me, brother."

"I can't beat you." Jing Rong was very sincere.

A knock on the door interrupted the conversation between the two. When Ning Qing opened the door, he saw Mo Lingyun holding a cup of soup, "Master, I made you a portion while I was making dinner. Master wants to try it." ?"