I became a god by eating monsters, and I became immortal by killing monsters.

Chapter 43 Repaying kindness with hatred
Feng Xuan looked at the embarrassed Meng Jiao and smiled triumphantly.

But he didn't notice.

A wisp of burning paper ash had quietly stuck to the sole of his boot at some point.

Granny Gui still walked with a staggering and trembling steps, just like before.

But her speed was not slow.

Meng Jiao threw away the red paper money in his hand, but found that Grandma Gui had already grabbed his wrist.

"My son!"

"Now that you're home, why don't you come in and sit down?"

"Mom misses you so much!"

Meng Jiao looked around, trying to find Feng Xuan.

But Feng Xuan seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

Meng Jiao became interested and was not in a hurry to struggle free.

The barbarians cultivate their bodies.

The energy and blood in his body are as vigorous as the scorching sun.

Ordinary demons and monsters would never dare to approach us.

"I want to see what you, an old woman, are up to here, pretending to be a god or doing something strange."

This is also Grandma Gui’s room.

The statue of the mountain god is still enshrined in the shrine in the northwest corner.

Grandma Gui filled another bowl of soup and handed it to Meng Jiao.

"My son, this is a gift from the Mountain God. It is made from the dregs of the Yin Vein medicine."

“It not only nourishes the body, but also improves the quality of the Yin meridians in the body.”

"I got it with great difficulty."

Meng Jiao was born with the ability to taming beasts.

The sensitivity of his nose and ears is far beyond that of ordinary people.

Even Feng Xuan, who has all five senses, cannot compare to him.

He smelled a disgusting stench in the soup.

"vomit!"

Meng Jiao vomited unconsciously.

He is not the Feng Xuan of the past, and he has no power to resist Grandma Gui.

He just thought it was fun, so he cooperated with Grandma Gui.

"Old woman, what kind of rotten stuff did you give this prince to drink?"

"So stinky!"

Grandma Gui seemed not to hear Meng Jiao's question.

She pulled Meng Jiao in a gentle voice.

"My son, the Yin meridian is difficult to open, and even more difficult to maintain."

"Don't despise the poor efficacy of these medicinal residues."

"The last time Governor Beigong came here, he spent sixty spirit stones and only bought twelve portions of medicinal residue."

"It's all because of those damned constables who are meddling in other people's affairs."

"Otherwise, these medicinal residues would have been sent to the county town long ago."

Meng Jiao was completely confused.

Feng Xuan, who had been hiding behind Meng Jiao, looked extremely ugly.

"Yin pulse?"

"Twelve portions of medicinal residue?"

"Could it be that the twelve dead infants in front of the ancestral hall are the medicinal residue that the old witch mentioned?"

Whether it is or not, you can tell at a glance.

When Feng Xuan opened the soup pot at Grandma Gui's house.

I didn't see the baby's body as I imagined.

Whoosh!
Dozens of bone needles shot out from the pot.

Feng Xuan was agile and dodged sideways.

Whoosh whoosh!
Three spider webs shot towards him from his left, right and back.

The kitchen is small.

Being attacked from all sides, it seemed that his only chance to dodge was to jump into the air.

Clang!
The Blood-Green Sword was unsheathed, and there was a hint of gray on the sword's edge that was invisible to the naked eye.

Feng Xuan turned around and squatted, slashing in all directions.

Several bone needles brushed against the top of his head and were nailed into the beams of the kitchen.

The three spider webs were completely dissolved by the most domineering and unsolvable force in the world.

Robbery power!

That is the spiritual power unique to the "Shangqing Dongxuan Jieyun Sutra".

It is also the ultimate existence pursued by the "Wanjie Sword Technique".

"I didn't expect that after not seeing you for so long, you've grown to such a level!"

A soft and charming voice came.

The woman was wearing a snow-white shirt and had seductive eyes.

As soon as people see it, they will want to possess it.

He wished he could rub the woman into his body, meet her at a distance, and then become one.

Feng Xuan silently practiced Tai Chi Heart Flow and was not affected by the woman at all.

"You are indeed not dead!"

"The white fox that died before my eyes was probably just an illusion!" The woman smiled sweetly. "Sir, are you suffering from a hidden illness?"

Feng Xuan didn't answer.

The woman's eyes were as bright as the moon and shimmering like water, and she looked at Feng Xuan pitifully.

"Sir, am I not beautiful?"

Feng Xuan still didn't answer.

The woman stamped her feet in anger: "Master, do you hate me so much?"

Clang!
The long, blood-green wind, wailing like a blue dragon weeping blood, answered the woman's question on behalf of Feng Xuan.

The calamity force on the sword surged and spit out, making a hissing sound.

Wherever the sword energy passes, all illusions are destroyed.

Disaster often appears together with luck.

Time comes and the world has the same force, and it is not free to transport heroes.

When good luck goes away, disaster comes; when disaster goes away, good luck comes.

Misfortune is the foundation of good fortune, and good fortune is the root of misfortune. It is just like this.

The white-clothed woman's illusion could still affect Feng Xuan for a while before.

But under the Wanjie Sword Intent, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Not to mention charm, even if he wanted Feng Xuan to blink, he couldn't do it.

The red light in the woman's eyes disappeared, replaced by sharp teeth and claws.

She made her hands into claws, stepped forward, and grabbed Feng Xuan's chest with her left hand.

He raised his right hand, as if to pick up the bloody wind.

If he were caught this time, Feng Xuan would be so exhausted that his intestines would be torn to pieces.

Stab it!

Feng Xuan moved nimbly and narrowly avoided the fatal claw.

He formed a circle with his left hand and hooked the claw with his wrist.

In his right hand, he held the Bixue Changfeng sword upside down, and the pommel of the sword passed through the circle and hit the chest of the woman in white.

The tentacles felt soft, but Feng Xuan had no intention of feeling them.

The woman took Feng Xuan's punch and took several steps back.

After the two men distanced themselves from each other, Feng Xuan thrust his sword forward, the sword light gleaming brightly.

With every move, the raging sword energy had already destroyed the entire kitchen.

The woman's white gauze skirt had already been completely changed.

When Meng Jiao heard the sound of fighting, he planned to circulate the qi and blood in his body to exorcise the evil spirits.

"what happened?"

"Where's my strength?"

He practiced several barbarian techniques in succession.

I just felt empty inside, like an old man who hadn't eaten for several days.

Wanting to stand up has become a luxury.

"My son! What's wrong?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"

Looking at Grandma Gui’s face full of concern, she seemed to really treat herself as her own child.

Meng Jiao didn't know how to respond for a moment, and he cursed Feng Xuan in his heart.

"Damn Feng Xuan, he's definitely seeking revenge."

"Naked revenge!"

"I didn't tell him the Great Swordsman's information because it was for his own good."

"If he passes the test of the Great Sword Master."

"Maybe I'll have the chance to become a disciple of such a peerless swordsman."

"But if he hides information from this devilish old woman, he'll only be able to screw me!"

Granny Gui seemed to be unable to hear the fighting in the yard at all.

She stood up tremblingly, walked forward with concern, and supported Meng Jiao.

A breeze blew by, and Meng Jiao smelled a foul odor.

He was about to say something when he suddenly felt dizzy and fainted on the spot.

Granny Gui's eyes turned from pale white to deep black.

She looked at Feng Xuan and the woman in white fighting each other.

There is uneasiness in my heart.

"Miss, please don't be so stubborn. Nothing can happen!"

The young lady that Grandma Gui was referring to was naturally the woman in white whose claws had been broken.

Her charming eyes were now blazing with anger.

"Good for you Feng Xuan"

"If it weren't for me, that stupid tiger would have torn you to pieces!"

"I did this to save your life."

“I don’t know how much favors I’ve spent.”

"You repay kindness with enmity like this!"

"You actually cut off my nails!"

"I carefully trimmed this just to show it to someone!"

As she spoke, her eyes gradually turned red and misty.

(End of this chapter)