Dressed as a scumbag and survived with a vest

Yan Qing looked for the sound and found that on the other side of the protruding mountain stood a child with a basket on his back, ragged clothes, bare feet, holding a sickle with a chip in his hand.

The child's eyes were looking down the mountain in horror.

Yan Qing followed his gaze, and there was a small village in the valley. The houses made of thatched grass were patchwork, and it didn't look too rich.

The village is surrounded by mountains, with beautiful mountains and clear waters. A small stream runs through the village, with farmland on both sides.

The sun hangs on the top of the mountain, people work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and the village is quiet and peaceful, like a paradise.

However, at this moment, there are many people running in the quiet village, and a huge tiger is rampant in the village.The tiger is huge in size, even bigger than Qilin's original body, with a single pointed horn growing on its head.

Wherever they went, houses collapsed, and villagers were either poked to pieces by unicorns or bitten to pieces by beasts.

Yan Qing got up abruptly, and subconsciously wanted to draw his sword to help, but the faint pain in his abdomen stopped him from moving.

He suddenly remembered the goal he had set when he traveled just now—to be a selfish person.

Thinking of how he saved people but didn't get a good end, his upright body slowly sat down again.

Just pretend you didn't see it.

He said to himself, lowering his head and not looking at the village, it seems that this can be regarded as the tragedy does not exist.

"Daxian, you are a monk! Daxian begs you to save them!"

The words of pleading made Yan Qing look up, and he saw that the little boy with the basket on his back was already walking over. He seemed to have found Yan Qing, with a pleading expression on his face, he knelt down on the ground and kept yelling at him. kowtow.

The hillside was full of finely crushed stones, but the boy, regardless of the pain, hit the stones with his forehead, bleeding soon.

"I can't help you...don't be like this, get up quickly." Yan Qing hurriedly stepped forward to help the child up.

Tears flowed from the child's eyes, and he said in despair, "Daxian, please!"

Yan Qing took a step back and frowned, "I have wounds on my body, so I can't deal with that tiger."

"Daxian, why didn't you save us? I beg you!" The boy knelt down on the ground again, crying heart-piercingly, "My younger siblings are still young, and my parents have never had a good life, so they can't die! "

"I beg you to save them, Daxian. I will erect a monument for you and build a statue for you in the future! Offer incense every day!"

One sound, heart-piercing, touching.

Sighing softly, Yan Qing stretched out her hand to lift him up, dumbfounded, "In the future, please don't talk about erecting monuments, building temples, offering incense, everyone likes practical things."

The boy cried with snot and tears, and stared at him blankly, "What kind of reward does the immortal want?"

Yan Qing patted his head, "Let's talk about it later."

He flew into the air with his sword, looked around, but did not see Wu Jinyun's figure, bit his lip, and flew towards the village below.

Why do you rely on your apprentice the first time you encounter something?

Such a habit is terrible.

Someone once said that if you stay with someone who is too strong, you will gradually become a waste. At that time, I didn't understand it, but now I have a general understanding.

Whether it was going to Qingqiu Hills, Ziwei Mystery Realm, or doing business in Ancient Jiao City, it was Wu Jinyun who helped him to make things go smoothly.

If there is no Wu Jinyun, when will he be able to get together [-] high-grade spirit stones?

Yan Qing cheered up, put everything about Wu Jinyun out of her mind, and concentrated on dealing with the tiger in the village.

He didn't intend to fight head-on, he just wanted to lure the tiger out of the village without causing too much damage.

"Sure enough, I can't change my personality..."

With a wry smile, Yan Qing descended from the sky, blocked the tiger's horn with his sword, and at the same time hugged the little girl under the tiger's mouth and rolled to the side.

"Are you okay?" Yan Qing asked.

The little girl wailed.

Yan Qing threw the little girl to the man next to him, her face was cold, "Tiger poison is not prey, yet you actually threw away your own daughter!"

The moment he landed, he saw with his own eyes that a little boy was about to be killed by a tiger. His father was so frightened that he threw his daughter out to stop the tiger, and pulled his son away when the tiger changed its target. Walk.

The two men and women looked panic-stricken, with a hint of guilt.

Yan Qing raised his sword to block the tiger's attack again, and said sharply: "Hurry up!"

The parents hurriedly dragged their son and daughter and stumbled forward.

Yan Qing struggled with the tiger, the tiger was very powerful, every time he resisted it would make his meridians vibrate, the injury that had been suppressed broke out again, and his abdomen was extremely painful.

Yan Qing's throat was sweet, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

We can't continue fighting like this.

After tangling for a while, the tiger knew that he couldn't help him for a while, so he shifted his target and attacked the villagers who hadn't escaped.

Yan Qing hastily blocked it, her heart broke, and while the tiger was attacking, she raised her sword and cut a wound on its abdomen.

"Roar--"

The tiger's screams were earth-shattering, it was completely enraged by Yan Qing, it gave up the others, and was determined to put Yan Qing to death.

Yan Qing hurriedly ran out of the village. In order to distract the tiger, he did not fly with his sword, but ran on the ground with his legs, always attracting the tiger's attention.

After a while, it was finally led outside the village. Yan Qing was about to fly with the sword, but her dantian suddenly had a gash, and she almost fell down.Seeing that he was about to be thrown down by the tiger, he hurriedly rolled to the side, dodging the tiger's attack.

The tiger made a deep paw print on the ground. If it hit a human body, it would probably be smashed to pieces on the spot.

Yan Qing gritted her teeth, calmed down, and prepared to fight the tiger to the end.

He has tested the cultivation of the tiger, and he is no different from him. If he fights to the death, he might not be able to win.

"Roar--"

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the sky.

Yan Qing turned her head, and what she saw was a billowing flame, flying from a distance, like a meteor in the sky, pulling a long flame tail.

What arrived before the flame was a bright light, as fast as a bolt of lightning, instantly nailing the tiger that was about to pounce to the ground.

The flames arrived and fell on the tiger, burning it to charcoal.

Wu Jinyun followed closely behind on the unicorn and landed beside Yan Qing. Wu Jinyun jumped off the unicorn's back, hugged Yan Qing, and said anxiously, "Are you okay? Are you injured?"

He looked Yan Qing up and down, and he breathed a sigh of relief when he found that there was really no harm. Then he held Yan Qing's wrist and frowned, "Did you go crazy again?"

Qilin asked from the side: "Is it serious?"

"It's okay." Wu Jinyun said, but the situation is not optimistic. He must find a way to split the pill as soon as possible, and it's time to leave Qinglingzong.

Yan Qing stared blankly at him, and after a while, lowered her head, feeling the spiritual power from the other party.He didn't resist, because he felt that Wu Jinyun was healing him.

With the help of Wu Jinyun, the riot in the body was suppressed again.

My heart is sour and warm, and all kinds of feelings are mixed together, which is complicated and inexplicable.

Just when he didn't know how to face Wu Jinyun, a voice saved him.

"Daxian, are you alright!"

The little boy ran over from behind, followed by a pair of parents, and a younger brother and younger sister. Coincidentally, it was the parents who pushed their daughter to ward off the disaster.

"I'm fine." Yan Qing reached out and stroked the little boy's head.

"Daxian, you saved my sister, thank you very much, I kowtow to you!"

As he spoke, the little boy knelt on the ground and kowtowed three more times.

Yan Qing hurriedly helped him up, "There is gold under the man's knees, don't move and just kneel and kowtow."

"That's what the Great Immortal taught!" the little boy said loudly.

The timid little girl came over and said to Yan Qing: "Thank you Daxian for saving me."

Yan Qing patted her head, "You're welcome."

"Daxian, we will build a temple and monument for you." The little girl blinked her eyes and said.

Yan Qing laughed.

The little boy said, "What does Daxian want?"

Yan Qing shook her head, "No need."

He also said to the two uncomfortable parents: "They are all children, don't favor one another and hurt the hearts of your children."

The parents bowed guiltily and said yes.

At this time, there were constant wailing in the village. Although Yan Qing took action in time, several people died in the village, many people were injured, and countless houses were destroyed.

"What should I do? What should I do!" Men, women and children were crying.

Hearing the sound of crying, the five members of Yan Qing's family also had their eyes red. After thanking Yan Qing, they hurried into the village to help.

"Let's go and see."

Yan Qing followed into the village, where there were dilapidated buildings and dilapidated walls, and the villagers were ragged and scarred.

"My son, what will I do if you die!" An old man cried bitterly at the corpse.

"Daniu, wake up, wake up!" The woman pulled the child and knelt beside the other person.

Several others also wept around the corpse.

"Hey, now that people are dead, there will be no one to take care of the old and no one to make money for the widowed, so what should we do?"

"The house has also collapsed and there is no money to repair it. Where will I live in the future?"

"It's good to die, it's good to die, look at my hands and legs are broken, it's better to die!"

The quiet village was gloomy and gloomy.

Yan Qing was startled, thought for a moment, walked to the place where the corpses were piled up, and said to everyone: "Folks, I have some spirit stones here, you should find a chance to exchange them for something back."

Everyone raised their heads and looked at him.

Yan Qing was dressed in white, with exquisite and handsome features, slightly curved eyes, clear and bright pupils, and her whole body seemed to be shining faintly.

Everyone involuntarily stopped crying, persuading, and focused their eyes on him.

Yan Qing knew that it was easy to destroy and difficult to rebuild, so he could have just left and went back to alchemy, but he just left like this, and his conscience seemed to be overwhelmed.

Send the Buddha to the west, let's keep it for rectification first, even if you keep the money, if the distribution is uneven, or if you meet other monks, I'm afraid there will be endless troubles.

Wu Jinyun didn't speak, and stood beside Yan Qing silently.

Qilin also followed behind the two, silently supporting them.

Next, Qilin turned into a human form, took the spirit stones to buy medicinal materials, food, etc. for building houses, and dragged back two trembling doctors whose legs were weak from fright, to help the villagers see a doctor.

Yan Qing designed the blueprint of the house and called the villagers to build the house. Wu Jinyun became a craftsman, went to the mountains to chop wood one by one, and made various structures according to Yan Qing's instructions.Under Yan Qing's order, boulders were moved and placed in the four directions of the village, east, west, north, south.

With the help of Wu Jinyun, Yan Qing used the knowledge of formations she had learned to set up formations to protect the village.

The medicinal materials were not enough, so Wu Jinyun donated a drop of blood and used a spell to instantly ripen the spirit grass, and the villagers were quickly cured.

The farmland was destroyed by the tiger, and Wu Jinyun threw another drop of blood and cast a spell to bring the crops in the farmland back to life.

The villagers were stunned and grateful.

Between Wu Jinyun and Yan Qing, apart from discussing things like wood, houses, stones, and crops, there was not much communication, which made Yan Qing much more at ease.The unexplainable emotions in my heart were completely washed away in the busy work and noisy environment.

Wu Jinyun didn't bother him either, like a taciturn long-term worker, he would do whatever Yan Qing asked him to do, easily carrying huge stones and logs and stacking them in the designated place.

In just a few days, the village returned to its previous vitality, and it was even better than before.It's a pity that the dead can't come back, and the disabled can't recover either.

When they were almost done, the three bid farewell to the villagers.

The villagers had nothing to be grateful for, only that they would build temple statues for them.

Yan Qing just smiled and didn't take it to heart.

"Master, go back." Wu Jinyun tentatively stretched out his hand to pull him.

Yan Qing did not refuse.

Wu Jinyun tried to hug him again.

Yan Qing moved, but still did not refuse.

Wu Jinyun suddenly hugged him tightly, like hugging a lost and found treasure.

"Let's go." Yan Qing patted his hand. After a few days of delay, he had to go back to alchemy. The outbreak of evil kung fu would really kill people. He couldn't keep letting Wu Jinyun save him, otherwise he would be turned into a waste.

The two rode a unicorn, facing the huge sunset, and flew into the sky.