Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 13 Blood
On the way down the mountain, Tang Guodong was enlightened.

Along the way, Li Qingfeng jumped and leaped among the huge rocks, and his body was as fast as a gust of wind.

Tang Guodong even doubted that he could not outrun the little Taoist priest on flat ground, even at the speed at which the other party moved through the gravel.

This scene that shattered all three perspectives was almost written nakedly in front of his eyes.

"Qinggong!"

Although there was no Taoist priest in white, the magical tea set appeared with a wave of his hand.

But this is very similar to the way of traveling by light Kung Fu in martial arts movies.

It still severely stimulated his young heart which was only a few hundred months old.

Even the pace of my legs going up and down the mountain became a little faster.

Unlike going up the mountain, it took less than forty minutes to go down the mountain.

Of course, this is also related to the help of Li Qingfeng, the "martial arts master" along the way.

When the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain, Tang Guodong was panting like a dead dog. He felt that he had never done so much exercise in his life as today.

Looking up at the little Taoist priest standing straight without even breathing, I couldn't help but sigh at the huge gap between people.

By the time he caught his breath, the sky had already darkened, so the two of them got in the car and drove straight to the city.

Li Qingfeng sat in the back seat, watching the scenery passing by outside the car window, with a sense of strangeness surrounding his heart.

The nearly ten years of living in the mountains allowed him to stay away from the hustle and bustle of the city and adapt to the naturalness and tranquility of spiritual practice.

Looking at the lights of thousands of homes, I actually felt out of place.

"Is this what Master often refers to as 'people from outside the world'?"

I stared blankly, my mind empty, and remained silent for a long time.

When I came back to my senses, I looked out the window and saw a world of lights and nightlife, with neon lights flashing endlessly.

"This city has really changed a lot. I don't remember it being this bad before we went up the mountain."

"lively?"

Tang Guodong, who had been driving silently in the front, saw that the little Taoist priest in the back seat finally came to his senses, so he continued.

"Yes, it's lively! It's really lively! There have been huge changes here."

My wide-open eyes reflected the colorful lights, and I felt a little dazzled for a moment.

Although Tang Guodong was driving in the front, he was always paying attention to the movements in the back seat.

Unexpectedly, the young Taoist priest who had always behaved like a master actually revealed his youthful side at this moment.

This scene seemed to make him see himself a long time ago when he just came to the big city to work hard, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The city has been developing very fast in recent years, with various businesses and tourism developing, and there are more and more young people. It changes almost every year."

Then he asked casually.

"Judging from the Taoist priest's expression, it's been a while since you've been to Wushan City, right?"

Li Qingfeng was still attracted by the gorgeous night view outside the car window, and answered without turning his head.

"I've been in the mountains for nine years, but before that, when I was younger, I mostly lived in nearby towns and villages. It's been a while since I've been to Wushan City."

After hearing his answer, Tang Guodong nodded in understanding.

Just when he was about to ask something else, a sudden shout interrupted him.

The young Taoist priest banged on the car window hard, as if he had discovered something shocking.

"Old Tang! Look over there!"

He looked out the car window puzzledly following the sound.

"What's wrong? What's going on? Huh?"

I was still wondering what the little Taoist priest had seen that made him so excited.

The next moment, my sight swept over a group of thugs with colorful hair walking out of a bar on the street.

At this time, a group of people were laughing and forcing a passing girl into a dark alley.

The girl looked young and was wearing the uniform of a nearby school.

Apparently, he had just finished evening self-study when he had the bad luck to run into a drunk gangster.

Looking at the behavior of this group of people, Tang Guodong frowned on his square face and cursed inwardly.

"These little bastards! They're capable of such beastly things."

As he spoke, he took out his cell phone and called the local police station. As the phone beeped, he subconsciously glanced at the back seat.

As a result, I was stunned at the sight.

At this time, there was no trace of the little Taoist priest in the back seat.

Only the twisted and deformed car door swayed in the night wind, and finally fell to the ground with a bang.

(⊿)
At this time, the phone was connected and a serious voice came out.

"Hello, this is the Wushan City Public Security Bureau. What can I do for you?"

Tang Guodong withdrew his gaze in a daze and looked at the silent alley across the street.

"It's okay, the problem should be solved."

The person on the other end of the phone: “???”

Turn your gaze.

The scene comes to the alley.

It's especially lively here at this time.

Eight young men with strange clothes and various hair styles blocked the intersection.

Everyone was holding a weapon in their hands, including water pipes, bricks, and knives.

At this time, Judu stared fiercely at a young man standing deep in the alley.

The young man was wearing a green Taoist robe.

Her messy long hair was tied up on top of her head, with a few strands of hair sticking out and swept across her cheeks by the night wind.

A pair of dazzling sword-like eyes stared coldly at the group of people in front of him. It was none other than Li Qingfeng, who had just been in the car.

"What are you going to do to her?"

A cold voice without a trace of emotion came out of his mouth.

However, these hooligans, whose heads were already filled with alcohol, could not hear the hidden danger in these words.

Instead, they all shouted arrogantly, as if they all thought they were some kind of devil.

"Kid! Where are you from?! Have you grown your fur yet? How dare you meddle in your grandpa Kuanglong's business!"

After saying that, he spat fiercely at the opposite side.

Listening to the younger brother behind me echoing and flattering him.

The gangster nicknamed Crazy Dragon just felt that he was so handsome and felt like he had become a big boss in the underworld.

"You're carrying a piece of wood and pretending to be a hero? Idiot! Do you think you're the protagonist of a novel? Are you trying to imitate others and play the hero who saves the damsel in distress?!"

As he spoke, he waved the wooden stick in his hand and walked towards Li Qingfeng with an arrogant look on his face.

"Don't you want to be a hero? Get down on your knees and watch us deal with this bitch!"

After saying this, he let out a lewd laugh.

His eyes scanned the girl who was squatting on the ground hugging her knees.

That malicious gaze seemed to strip the other person naked, and moved across his body like a red-hot iron.

This feeling of fear made the girl tremble again.

Tears seemed to have broken off the string and fell to the ground, breaking into pieces that soaked the dirty streets.

This scene was naturally noticed by Li Qingfeng, who was now very sharp-eyed and sharp-eared.

Memories long forgotten in the depths of my mind flooded back: the same dimly lit streets, the same helplessly crying girl...

And I am also standing there...

The scene before him seemed to overlap with his deeply buried memories. In a flash, he saw a knife enlarged in front of his eyes, followed by himself falling to the ground in pain.

The blurred vision was filled with messy trouser legs and bursts of disgusting laughter.

At this time, Li Qingfeng lowered his head, his eyes were completely gloomy, and his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound.

The next moment, he raised his head suddenly.

He reached out and pulled off the wooden box behind him, and it dropped to the ground with a thud.

He stood directly between the girl and the gangster, blocking the other party's disgusting sight.

This sudden sound immediately drew everyone's attention.

The leader, a gangster nicknamed Kuanglong, was stunned at first, and then he was furious as if he was offended.

"Boy! You fucking...!"

As he did so, he raised the machete in his hand and chopped at the boy in front of him who was not aware of his own life or death.

At this moment, in Li Qingfeng's sight, the picture gradually slowed down, and the ugly face waving the knife in front of him gradually overlapped with the one ten years ago.

A deep-buried fear emerged, but the next moment it was torn apart by surging regret and anger.

A chilling murderous intent shone from his face, which had always appeared serious and cold.

“…Damn it! Die!”

Li Qingfeng obviously wouldn't give him the chance to talk trash.

This time he did not choose to take out the Sword of Righteousness, but directly chopped forward while holding the sword case.

A black shadow came down on top of him, carrying with it the howling sound of the air being compressed to the extreme by a huge force.

Brother Kuanglong simply swallowed the curse and his own brain back into his stomach.

Then he fell to the ground with a sound like pork falling to the ground.

After doing all this, Li Qingfeng's hands couldn't help but tremble, but he still held the sword case with hatred and didn't let go at all.

His face was indifferent, but his heart was in turmoil.

This is almost the same scene as ten years ago, but now I am no longer the same as before. A sense of chaos as if time has been broken comes over me.

He knew he was impulsive.

But no regrets.

He silently put away the sword case in his hand, letting the broken flesh and brain matter mixed with bones and blood drip out.

The other thugs gathered at the exit of the alley, perhaps because of the backlight, did not notice the miserable condition of their boss at all.

They only saw their boss being knocked to the ground by the enemy's sneak attack. Under the influence of alcohol, he screamed and rushed over in a swarm.

Li Qingfeng was also awakened by the shouting of this group of people. Looking up, he saw another group of demons dancing wildly.

The hand holding the sword box tightened, and the next moment.

There is no doubt that this was a one-sided massacre.

The crisp sound of broken bones and the dull sound of bodies falling to the ground filled the narrow alley.

Until warm, rusty-smelling blood splashed on his face.

The last punk left standing realized what had happened.

At this moment, the brain that was confused by alcohol suddenly became clear.

With eyes wide open.

Looking at the broken and twisted limbs all over the ground, the faint moans seemed to come from hell.

His pupils trembled wildly, and he reached out with a trembling hand to wipe the warm part of his face.

Put it in front of you.

All I saw was scarlet.

".Bloodblood! You killed someone! You killed someone!! You monster! Don't come near me!"

(End of this chapter)