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Mo Lingyun's pupils shrank, and he was suddenly very grateful to Ning Qing's divine intervention just now for not allowing him to see the execution scene, but he still retched and couldn't vomit anything, but something seemed to be blocked in his throat, which made him feel uncomfortable no.

Ning Qing patted Mo Lingyun on the back, pulled his collar to make people look up, and quickly fed a Qingjing pill.

Mo Lingyun swallowed the medicine, his whole body sank, and saw a disciple of Wan Dao League descending with Yu Jian, took two demon inner pills and returned to his life.

He felt sick for a while, but couldn't vomit. Ning Qing beside him was too calm, and asked, "Do you want to continue watching?"

"...Look." Mo Lingyun pursed his lips. Compared with the other monks present, he was in a rather embarrassing state, and now he was holding back his breath again, not knowing how to vent it.

But Mo Lingyun soon regretted it, what was he looking at?What does he want to see?See the disciples of the big sect headed by Qin Wujian leave indifferently, and see the remaining forces of the small sect and casual cultivators break into the cave of the tiger demon to divide up the treasure it has accumulated over the years?

Some of the dried medicinal herbs were collected in the depths of the cave with precious treasures, and are now being randomly distributed by other monks.

Mo Lingyun suddenly remembered that after he rescued the bird demon, the little demon told him timidly and with some shyness: "The little demon went down the mountain this time to save money for the medicine for my husband..."

Mo Lingyun's anger couldn't be suppressed by the Qingjing Pill. He suddenly drew his sword, and said to the casual cultivator deep in the cave, "Put everything down for me! Get out! Get out!"

No one would be afraid of a qi cultivator who looked half-crazed, but everyone was afraid of the beautiful monk beside him, who looked gentle, but already had a mass of aura condensed in his palm.

They can't see through this person's cultivation, which means that this person's cultivation is above theirs.

There are not many treasures in this deep cave, and there are people threatening with force, some casual cultivators with eyesight hurriedly put away their things and went out in a hurry, and the dissatisfied ones were just about to speak when they were thrown out by the sudden wind.

Mo Lingyun seemed to have been drained of energy, squatting on the muddy ground without moving, and after a long time, he whispered "Master Uncle".

Ning Qing didn't say much, and accompanied Mo Lingyun to collect all the herbs in the cave, and Mo Lingyun only wanted herbs.

Mo Lingyun wrapped the medicinal herb in a cloth and hugged it in his arms, thinking that he was going to open a medicine hall without knowing it.

The two walked aimlessly for a long time, and Mo Lingyun said again: "Master, I want to go there to get something."

where?Naturally, it was the place where the Great Demon of Dongshan was executed.

Now the crowd is almost gone, only a few Wan Dao League disciples are left guarding the corpse. After all, the flesh and blood of the thousand-year-old monster is very useful in medicine and alchemy.

"I want some furs from both of them." Mo Lingyun watched from a distance, speaking a little dryly.

Ning Qing's face remained calm, and before he could speak, someone with a sword fell in front of him.

It was Qin Wujian.

Qin Wujian smiled brightly, pointed at Ning Qing without the slightest accusation, and said, "Junior Brother Zhelan, someone sued you to me."

"Senior Brother Wujian." Ning Qing smiled back.

"Yeah." Qin Wujian nodded, and saw Mo Lingyun beside him again, "Yo, nephew is here too? So you like these things? That's okay, as long as nephew is happy!"

Qin Wujian has always been very kind to disciples of the same clan, he disdains these things, but if his nephew likes them, then he can say anything.

"Uncle Wujian." Mo Lingyun also called out.

"I'm here." Qin Wujian always grinned, stretched out his hand and patted Mo Lingyun's back, and said that he would check if his sword skills had regressed when he was free.

After he had talked a lot by himself, Mo Lingyun said: "Uncle Wujian, I want some furs of those two monsters."

"no problem!"

Mo Lingyun found a rare place with water and trees and set up a joint burial monument for the tiger demon and the bird demon. The fur was flesh and blood, and the herbs were buried together.

He thought that they must love each other very much, the combination of birds and beasts is shocking to the world, and this tiger demon even became a vegetarian for the bird demon, although he didn't know if it was true or not, but it might be a blessing for them that the two demons can go to the underworld together.

After Mo Lingyun buried the soil, he sat down on the ground as if his strength had been exhausted.

"Master, they are harmless, why do these people kill them?" He looked at the tombstone that was hastily cut out, and the board without a single word was standing upright on the mud.

"They blocked the way for these people to snatch the treasure." Such Ning Qing's mood was too light, and there was also a little shadow of scenery.

Mo Lingyun couldn't help thinking, if Master had encountered this incident, how would he react?

Could it be that he was mocking him for being nosy...

Mo Lingyun rubbed the center of his brows not to let himself think too much, and replied: "That's not a crime that deserves death."

"If there are future troubles, there will be endless troubles." What Ning Qing said was the truth, and it was indeed the true psychology of the monks. If they want to seize the treasure that protects the monsters, there will be a battle. If they are allowed to flee, there will be endless troubles.

"They are living beings, they are trampled like this, uncle, won't you be sad?" Mo Lingyun finally spit out the words that were choked in his throat, he knew that he shouldn't say these words to Ning Qing who helped him , but he couldn't find anyone to talk to, and he couldn't vomit.

"Once you get used to it, you will naturally become numb." Ning Qing seemed to be smiling, he gathered his outer shirt, looked at the sky, and said lightly: "It's time to go back."

The heavy rain came suddenly, flooding the world and turning all the colors into grayish white. Such a heavy rain is rare even in the southern region, but I don't know whether it was the wrath of heaven or hastily buried the evidence.

Ning Qing gathered his outer shirt and sat quietly in a corner of the room, his eyes were scattered randomly without focus, his long and slender fingers were unconsciously clasped together, and the knuckles of his hands, which were already white, became even paler, and his soft lips were slightly pursed, showing a faint glow. It's clear.

"Go and make a bowl of ginger tea." Jing Rong ordered Mo Lingyun, knowing that Ning Qing's old troubles had recurred, and he was just about to reach out but stopped, he is just a paper man now, how could he get any warmth.

Ning Qing's body temperature was a bit low, and the cold and rainy season was even more fatal. He was the kind of person who looked weak but was stubborn. Even if he was extremely uncomfortable, he would not cry out in pain.

Jing Rong knew that he couldn't persuade Ning Qing to go back to the clan, and the two sat in silence for a long time, until Mo Lingyun came in with hot ginger tea.

The tea surface is cloudy and smoky, the sweetness overwhelms the astringency of ginger, and the warmth spreads from the lips and teeth, which really relieves the pain.

"Have you confirmed the location of the Moon Night Grass?"

"It's settled." Since Jing Rong asked, Ning Qing naturally replied: "Brother, can you go and have a look?"

"No." There are quite a few monks who can recognize him on Dongshan Mountain, and Jing Rong doesn't want to cause trouble for himself.

Mo Lingyun was stimulated by the deaths of the two demons today, so he sat by the side in a daze, and did not interrupt.

He felt that Ning Qing had changed a little bit. Mo Lingyun couldn't tell the specific changes since the apprenticeship ceremony. After all, most of the time, Ning Qing was still the uncle who behaved in a gentle manner and handled everything well.

Mo Lingyun heard that Ning Qing rejected Jing Rong's suggestion to let him go back to the sect, and the two left Jing Rong's room together. When they separated around the corner, Mo Lingyun asked, "Master, why did you reject Master?"

"I'm looking for someone."

"Find someone?"

"Yan Huai."

And that person who has been recited thousands of times is walking across the arch bridge with an umbrella under the majestic rain at night, calculating the right time to get what he wants.

Yan Huai knew the birthplace of the Moon Night Grass much earlier than the monks asked from the mouth of the Tiger Demon. He just waited for the Moon Night Grass to mature under the Eastern Mountain, so as to get his share.

He didn't discuss with the people of Wandao League about paying tribute to get medicine again, but now that the people of Wandao League know where the Moon Epiphyllum grows, they will definitely send people to guard it. It is not so easy to get the Moon Epiphyllum thing.

Yan Huai is a ghost doctor, in terms of using poison, few people in this world can compare to him.

As a ghost doctor, he doesn't need the world to praise him for being upright.

On the eve before the Moon Night Grass fully matured, someone poisoned the guardian disciple and stole Tianzhong Xiaoban's Moon Night Grass. The Wan Dao League was furious and did a thorough investigation, but they couldn't find the trace of the thief. The anger can be imagined.

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that it must be the good deed of that other Tianfu Lord, but there is no evidence to hold him accountable; the leader is anxious, and the many forces who have heard the wind and come to investigate one or two are also hiding their knives and saying that they have already made a decision share.

As to which party's share should be reduced to fill the vacancy, Elder Yang has a headache.

Qin Wujian, the leader of Xuantianzong, came here in person, looked at the missing piece of medicine field and said with a blank expression: "This matter has nothing to do with me, Xuantianzong's share is indispensable."

He is, not negotiable at all, just make a decision.

Elder Yang, the leader of the Wandao League this time, choked up, feeling quite miserable. He originally thought he was a fat job, but a daring ghost doctor would appear and steal the Moon Night Grass directly under heavy guards. Well, if he can't handle this matter well, he can directly offend all the forces involved in the harvest of the moon grass.

Especially Xuantianzong Qin Wujian is not only a sword idiot, he is also very upright, he can't speak soft words, and what he is sure of cannot be debated by others.

Look at the person who accompanied Qin Wujian, Xuantianzong Ning Qing, when he heard this name, ordinary monks would say that the relationship is good, and that the monk Ning is the best person to behave in the world, can you tell him?

explain?What to say?For matters involving the interests of the sect, Ning Qing's Tai Chi practice was so frustrating that it made people unable to vent their anger.

He smiled softly and spoke softly.

"Listen to brother."

But chew its meaning carefully, soft and fart!It clearly means agreeing with Qin Wujian's arrogant words and deeds!

What's more, why are the two Jindan monks talking about this?If he disagrees, will he still have to be suppressed by force?

Elder Yang rubbed his temples, thinking about it gave him a terrible headache, he just muttered bitterly: "The ghost doctor should be wiped out, each one is more trouble-making than the other."

The other disciples of the Wan Dao League who accompanied them lowered their heads and pretended not to hear them. The millennium extermination of demons had already seriously damaged their morale. Although there are now a large number of rookies in the righteous way, if there is another dispute with Moxiu, whoever will take advantage of it.