The first Qi Ling is a beauty [Rebirth]

Before Ji Jiang understood what he was going to do, he reflexively handed over the sword in his hand.

Ning Yin drew out his long sword and opened his sleeves, a cold light flashed, and there were bloodstains on his white arms.

"Senior Ning!" Ji Jiang exclaimed.

Ning Yin didn't even frown, blood dripped on the disciple's wound, and saw that the place that was black and festering gradually faded. Although it was not completely healed, the bleeding could be stopped at least, and the festering was no longer there.

All the people present were dumbfounded, and they were all caught in the strange scene in front of them.

"Bandage his wound, hurry up and send him back to Qinghe Mountain for healing."

One sentence made everyone wake up from a dream, Su Jun hurriedly agreed, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Ning!"

Ning Yin nodded slightly. When he got up, his sleeves fell to cover the bloodstains. He didn't care, but Ji Jiang blocked him when he took a step.

Before he could open his mouth, he saw Ji Jiang pulling up the hem of his clothes and tearing a piece of fabric, which was wrapped around his arm involuntarily.

"There's no need for this little injury..." Ning Yin wanted to continue, but she couldn't say anything when she saw the disapproving look in Ji Jiang's eyes.

Forget it, he really can't say serious things to this face.

Ji Jiang wrapped up his wound with gentle strength, and even put it down very lightly, as if he was some fragile porcelain doll.

"Senior Ning, remember not to get wet, and don't use too much force."

"Ah."

Ning Yin looked away, and couldn't help but slander, nagging at such a young age.

"It's bad, someone died again in the east of the village!" The villager ran into the house in a panic, his dark face was slightly red, "The body has been carried to the ancestral hall."

When a few people rushed to the ancestral hall, there was a male corpse lying in the middle, with a livid complexion and a haggard appearance, it would not be an exaggeration to call it a mummy.

Looking at the two sides of the ancestral hall, there is a row of red lacquer coffins parked on each side. The lids of the coffins are a head away, and only the face of the corpse inside is exposed.

While everyone was checking the man's body, Ning Yin came to the other coffins and took a look at them one by one.

The dead were all men, and although their faces were emaciated and haggard, it was still possible to tell that these people were still young.

"It's already No. 20. If this continues, the village will be over." The village chief sighed.

After checking the corpse, Ji Jiang stood up, "Senior Brother Su, have you seen the real body of that monster?"

"I've seen it before. It's a black python thicker than the mouth of a bowl. It's tens of feet long. It has red eyes and can spit venom."

Ning Yin listened and thought to himself, according to this, the black python should have practiced for thousands of years.

All of these people died after being sucked dry of their vitality. Could it be that they cultivated the way of harvesting yang and nourishing yin?

Ji Jiang frowned and said, "When the monster appeared, it was in its real body?"

Su Jun shook his head, "In the beginning when we fought against him, he was still in the form of a young man."

Ning Yin raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, picking up yang to make up yang?

While thinking, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, "There is a demonic aura."

Before the others could react, the strong evil spirit had quickly dissipated.Outside the ancestral hall, there were screams one after another.

"Get ready!"

With Su Jun's order, the disciples of the Qingyuan School drew their swords out, and immediately after that, the sounds of fighting and screams were mixed together.

"Senior Ning, you stay in the ancestral hall, I'll come back as soon as I go." After finishing speaking, Ji Jiang drew his sword and rushed out the door.

"Here, my lord, follow me to hide behind the ancestral tablet." The village head squatted beside the altar, his hands holding the legs of the table trembled uncontrollably, causing the entire table to make tinkling sounds.

Ning Yin glanced at him, and walked a few steps to the uncoffined corpse. Not long after he died, there were still some traces on his body.He turned the man's head to the left, exposing the bite marks on his neck.

This demon not only sucks the soul, but also drinks its blood.

He raised his hand, leaving a little breath on the fingertips that touched the corpse just now.

It turned out to be magic.

Ning Yin frowned. A demon has demonic energy in it. Either it is controlled by the demon, or it is in the company of the demon. Either way is taboo.

"Brother Su!"

It was Ji Jiang's voice.

When Ning Yin left the ancestral hall, he saw a man in black with red eyes and a ferocious face, grabbing a Qingyuan sect disciple and lifting him up in the air.The formation of the Qingyuan Sect was broken, and these little cultivators were beaten to pieces, and the demonic aura completely overwhelmed the immortal aura.

Although he has no internal energy now, as long as the opponent is a demon, he still has the final assurance.

"Hey, bullying a child is invincible."

The man in black immediately raised his head, his eyes were on Ning Yin, he suddenly threw away the little disciple in his hand, jumped up and flew straight to Ning Yin.

"Senior Ning!"

Ji Jiang swung his sword and chased after him, Ning Yin was indifferent, standing still at the same place, the man's palm was about to press in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Ning Yin had already clutched his cuffs, but saw the man in the black robe suddenly look dazed, and his body froze.After only a moment of hesitation, Ji Jiang's sword had already caught up and directly sank into his right shoulder.

The man in black felt the pain and went berserk, shaking Ji Jiang several feet away, the sword fell to the ground, and blood flowed down the man's arm.He glanced back at Ning Yin, then flew away.

As soon as Ji Jiang got up, he ran back to Ning Yin and said anxiously, "Senior Ning, are you alright?"

"nothing."

Ning Yin stared at the direction where the man in the black robe disappeared and remained silent for a moment, the demon seemed to recognize him.

It was night, and several people stayed behind in the ancestral hall, firstly to continue to search for clues on the corpse, and secondly to wait for the rabbit.

According to the village chief, this monster attacked Yunjia Village more than a dozen times, and five times it came to the ancestral hall.

"Our place is poor, I feel sorry for everyone, so I can only make do with it first." The village chief asked his two sons and daughters to bring bedding and food, and accompanied him carefully, "If there is anything missing, just tell me. Go and borrow some from other hometowns."

"It's enough." Su Jun reassured, "We meditate all night on the mountain, it doesn't matter if we don't eat or sleep."

Ning Yin leaned against the wall, still thinking about the man in Xuanyi.

With thousands of years of Taoism, he can be recognized and has a connection with the devil.

It stands to reason that he should have an impression, but he didn't have the slightest idea after thinking about it.

"Senior Ning, drink water."

Ning Yin came back to her senses, and saw Ji Jiang was holding a water bowl in both hands, looking at him obediently, for how long he had been holding it.

"Ah."

At this moment, a young woman came over with a bamboo basket, her crescent eyes sparkling, and she whispered, "Inside, inside is for food."

"Thank you." Ji Jiang took the bamboo basket and opened it to see that there were a few corn cakes and a small pile of eggs inside. He looked at Ning Yin hesitantly, "Senior Ning, would you like some?"

Ning Yin didn't even look at it, but shook her head, closing her eyes just to rest her mind.

The woman still stood where she was, her gaze wandering back and forth between the two.

"Is there anything else?" Ji Jiang turned around and asked.

"No, no." The woman seemed to be shocked and stumbled, but she did not leave after denying it.

"Little girl." Ning Yin opened his eyes and looked at her, "If you want to ask anything, just ask."

The woman hesitated and said, "Do you really know spells?"

Ning Yin smiled, and it was really good-looking in the eyes of others, "Look at them, they are all disciples of the Immortal School, who can fly with swords, fight with ghosts and demons, and defend the Tao, and take the responsibility of the common people in the world."

There was a little longing in the woman's eyes, "Does the fairy sect accept female disciples?"

"Of course, there is no distinction between men and women in cultivating immortals. Among the monks, there are many outstanding female monks with profound Taoism."

After hearing this, the woman was delighted, "I, can I also ask a teacher to cultivate immortals?"

"Nonsense!" The village head passed by, his face darkened, "Female family, what are you learning about cultivating immortals, go home quickly after delivering the food, don't disturb the rest of the immortals."

"But……"

The village head stared, "But what, girls will marry when they grow up. If you think about these things, it's better to learn from female celebrities. In the future, getting married is the right thing to do."

After scolding his daughter, the village chief turned to Ning Yin and the others, and his attitude softened obviously, "I'm sorry, everyone, children are ignorant, I'm laughing at you."

When the village head walked out of the ancestral hall, the woman bowed her head to Ning Yin and the two, then turned around and was about to leave.

"Little girl."

The woman raised her head abruptly, the redness in her eye sockets hadn't subsided yet.

Ning Yin pointed to the bamboo basket, "Thank you."

"You, you are being polite." The woman replied blankly.

"It's not easy to go through the world. What should you do? You have to ask yourself what you want. If you think clearly, even if you fail, you don't regret it. Why don't you give it a try."

There was light in the woman's eyes again, and she bowed deeply to Ning Yin, "Thank you, sir!"

Seeing the woman running briskly away, Ji Jiang immediately said, "Senior Ning's words are reasonable."

Ning Yin bent his lips almost invisible, "Come on, call all your brothers and sisters, I have a plan."

Since he saved people with blood, the rest of the Qingyuan disciples are also very convinced of Ning Yin, and they will cheer up when they listen to him.

"Young Master Ning, you mean to lure the snake out of the hole?" Su Jun nodded, "Indeed, we have waited too long, and the longer it takes, the worse it will be for us. But... who will be the bait?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, probably no villager had the guts to risk himself.

Ning Yin glanced at them and said softly, "Me."

He also wanted to find out who the black-clothed man was, and he had to do it himself.

"No." Ji Jiang immediately objected, "It's too dangerous, if you must bait, I'll do it."

Su Jun also hesitated, "Young Master Ning, think twice, this trip is really dangerous, I'm afraid we can't protect you with the few of us."

"That's it. I'll be the bait, and you'll be in charge of arranging the magic circle to catch it. I'll take care of it." Ning Yin said calmly.

"Senior Ning!"

Ning Yin only looked at Ji Jiang, bowed his head and said in a low voice, "Little devil, no more objections, don't forget who I am."

After hearing this, Ji Jiang could no longer utter a rebuttal, and after holding back for a long time, he finally said, "I will protect you."

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