Taoist enchanting [cultivation]

For a moment no one spoke in the stable.

The wind was strong, and the fine wind and sand danced across the stables, burying the sword ear in the soil.

The short man's eyes were particularly terrifying amidst the blood on his face. Just when he was about to yell, the fat man made a move.

The fat man strode forward and slapped the short man hard on the face.He was caught off guard, and blood sprayed out along with Fatty's movements, splashing all over his body.

The short man's hands were tied, and he turned into a blood man on the ground, but his eyes were still staring at him, like a wolf on the verge of death, trying to dig clues out of him.

The action was too violent, the fat man was panting quickly, he was thinking about how to deal with the short man who had been beaten half disabled, and on the other side, Senior Brother Ninth woke up leisurely.

The two were tied together, and the short man was lying on the ground, pulling Jiu Shixiong.As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw his fellow sect covered in blood, his expression was dumbfounded.

It was at this very moment that the fat man stepped forward two steps forward, first stomping on the short man's chest with one foot, causing him to howl, and then stomping on Brother Ninth's collarbone, twisting back and forth.

The tragic screams lingered in the stables. The two monks were low-level disciples with complicated spiritual roots. They only learned some tricks, but they didn't protect their bodies with true energy.

Brother Ninth's injury was less severe, his long and narrow eyes opened in hatred, he was already trampled to the point of being speechless, and he still had to free up two fingers to point in the direction of Qianji Jiansui.

"You are……"

Fatty's eyes turned red, and the strength under his feet fluctuated. Brother Ninth gasped for breath and said hoarsely, "Uncle Fourteenth...you...didn't..."

There was a sound of bone shattering in his chest, shaking in his chest, so loud that he couldn't hear the howling of the wind clearly.He tried his best, and stared at the fat man with strange eyes: "You... actually... like this... huh... uh..."

Blood froth overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and when he rolled his eyes, he was already out of breath.

The short man breathed a sigh of relief, he had vaguely heard the fat man's identity, he was so frightened that he hooked his fingers around his trousers, and muttered: "Master, please forgive me, please forgive me..."

He only thought that Jiansui looked familiar, but he didn't expect that the fat man was Elder Xuanyan who had been missing for more than a month with no bones left.

However, no matter how he looked at it, this fat face couldn't match up with the handsome elder with fluttering robes at the entrance ceremony.

"You recognize me?"

The short man was taken aback when he heard the words, then nodded sharply.The fat man wiped the blood on his face and smiled.

After the suppressed screams in the stable, there was no more movement.

In an instant, two people died in the stable, leaving only a big fat man panting desperately.

He stared at the two corpses in a daze for a while, then sat down abruptly, the fat on his body trembling like waves.

The horses smelled the smell of blood, and they crowded towards the other end of the stable in a well-trained manner.The skinny horse looked back at him, with deep worry in its big eyes.

The soldiers have all gone to eat, and no one will come here for the time being.The death of two monks is not a big deal in a place where the emperor is far away.

The fat man tidied up the blood-stained thatch and turned to face the two corpses, still feeling the urge to retch.

There was still a faint red between the nails. He looked at his hands and spat hard.

"Fatty Horse!"

Suddenly there was a cry from behind, and the fat man shuddered, and he turned around abruptly to meet him, his speed was a bit fast, and he was almost knocked down by someone.

The person who came was the scout who beat up two monks in the stable before, and his name was Xie Qi.He looked at the stables, "What happened to these two?"

"Noisy, knocked out."

The skinny horse leisurely and contently blocked his sight, pawing its hooves non-stop, covering their bodies with thatch.Xie Qi was not suspicious, and said to the fat man, "Tell them not to talk nonsense, or hide them well. Someone is coming."

The fat man was taken aback: "Is there anyone?"

Xie Qi nodded: "They should be from the same sect. There are three people who just entered General Qin's place and came aggressively. I heard that the general stopped him for a while, but I guess it won't be long. Hurry up, so you don't get caught. The handle, the general will not be able to save you then."

Xie Qi reported the letter and left in a hurry. The fat man went back to the stable and tried to move the corpse. After only two steps, he was so tired that he was out of breath.

Without cultivation, unable to use magic spells, and having not done such physical work for hundreds of years, it was impossible to do it for a while.What's more, the corpse is already heavy, and with his strength alone, he might not be able to move it away.

This stable is far away from the gate of the camp, and it is very easy to be found if it is moved outside the camp.The stable was empty, without any shelter except for two broken boards and a few skinny horses.

He was so anxious that he stepped back and stepped on the waist cards of the two of them. A thought flashed by and he couldn't catch it too quickly.

The fat man was stunned for a while, a glint flashed in his eyes, he gritted his teeth violently, and strode towards the monk's corpse.

As the evening approaches, the sky in the Gobi is like splashing cinnabar, gorgeous and dazzling.The wind and sand gradually rose again, blowing head-on on the few people who walked out of the Chinese army tent.

"No delivery."

Inside the Chinese military tent, the man's generous voice disappeared as the curtain fell.The leading woman outside was stunned for a moment, gritted her teeth bitterly, and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"

The three of them walked quickly in the camp, and the soldiers all avoided them when they saw them.A middle-aged man behind the woman asked, "Second Senior Sister, what should I do now?"

"When he promised a stick of incense, he searched around, maybe he could find it." The second senior sister sneered, and looked around, "The two wastes were plotted by ordinary people. What did the master say?"

The middle-aged man nodded: "We want us to quietly take away the ninth and tenth senior brothers. If we can't find them, forget it, and the master will treat these two apprentices as nothing. The people that Lingjing Palace wants..."

The second senior sister raised her hand to stop, and said coldly: "The door has just settled down, we can't take care of ourselves, so we don't need to make troubles, just say we can't find it. Nine or twelve trash can't be found, and you will take over their affairs. "

The two middle-aged men were overjoyed, but they didn't even dare to say it.The second senior sister was too lazy to talk nonsense and looked around, "Those mortals said that the two wastes were overwhelmed by a big fat man? I heard that they picked them up and put them in the stable. You go and have a look around, I will go over there go find it."

There are many tents, thousands of lights in the evening, and the rough laughter of the soldiers echoed around.The second senior sister frowned, and searched all the way, and found the dilapidated stable at the deepest part of the camp.

She held up the spell candlelight, and there were a few skinny horses in the stable, and the eyes that greeted her were weak.She sniffed it carefully for a while, and seemed to smell a faint smell of blood. She lifted her spirits, raised her hand and threw the signal out.

She ordered another spell and took two steps forward, but she still didn't have the courage to walk into the smell.

A huge figure was lying on the ground with its back facing her, its figure undulating slightly, seemed to be asleep.

"Fatty? Fatty!"

Second Senior Sister yelled a few times, but the other party didn't respond, she frowned and kicked, then quickly backed away.

The fat figure moved, a blood-red eye slanted out, and then turned back.

The second senior sister was startled, and quickly went up and kicked her twice, and asked, "Fatty, where are the two monks?"

Fatty Ma groaned, pointed outside, "Run away."

The second senior sister held up a spell and looked around, there was no one else in the stable except a fat man.He turned around and was about to leave, but he seemed to see something under the thatch.When I looked again, a thin horse had already walked over, and it disappeared when I looked again.

She was puzzled, and looked at the fat man again, and felt that the fat man looked familiar.

"Hey, fat man, what's your name?"

The fat man looked at her lazily, waved his hand, turned around and continued to sleep.The second senior sister was choked with anger, but she had nowhere to vent her anger, so she left suspiciously with the two juniors who had just arrived.

The night is vast and full of stars.The chatter and laughter in the camp gradually faded away, and soon there was silence.

In the dilapidated stable, the fat man suddenly let out a long breath, pushed away the skinny horse that had come up, and staggered to his feet.

The thatch under him was drenched with cold sweat, and the two waist tags were pressed in the thatch, shining with a faint cold light.

He pulled out the Qianji Jiansui that had been planed by the skinny horse, and hid it firmly in his bosom.

The fat man picked up two badges and threw them far away.After taking a step, it was like ten thousand ants devouring one's heart.The meridians all over his body were twitching and about to explode, and he was suffering from severe colic. The pain made his eyes darken, and he almost fell to the ground.

Absorbing the cultivation base of a monk is really beyond what ordinary people can do.

Those two monks had already been turned into ashes after their cultivation bases were exhausted, and they might never be found again.

All the big acupoints on his body were in pain, and Naqu's cultivation base was wandering and agitating in the meridians, and he had lost control.

The blocked acupoint intensified the pain in the agitation, and his cultivation seemed to break through the restriction of the acupoint, and the conflict between the two sides made him tormented back and forth, making it difficult to move an inch.

If this goes on like this, instead of dying from the madness of pain, he will go mad and be killed.

He opened his eyes wide, swayed his fat body, and walked slowly, dripping cold sweat all over his body, relying on his vague consciousness.

He is a water spirit root, and his desire to survive compels him to find water sources.Only by being close to the water source can there be a glimmer of hope, which can activate the water root in his body and fight for a way to survive.

There was water in the stable that he fetched during the day, and as soon as he approached, he saw a trace of water mist curling up in front of his eyes, without a trace.

He froze for a moment, then turned around and walked out.The creek near the camp might save him.

In the surrounding tents, the soldiers were sleeping peacefully.When the night watchmen saw him, they thought he was sleepwalking, pointed at him, laughed and left.He was in a daze, shaking the cold sweat that was streaming down his fat, and moved out of the camp step by step.

"Fatty, be careful, that's..."

The night watchman glanced over and quickly reminded him.Without realizing it, he took heavy steps and fell into a tent with a bang.

The severe pain in his head made him awake for a while, and the fat man struggled weakly, like a fish in a rut, longing and desperate.

He couldn't see what was in front of him clearly, and he didn't know where he was. He only heard someone approaching him slowly, breathing lowly beside him.

"It's you? Hey, it's settled..." The man flicked the fat on his arm, and sighed, "I don't know how much oil will flow out of a knife. Since you're here, I will let the general loosen your bones." !"

He was lying on the ground, about to lose consciousness, but the man stretched out his hand and lifted him up effortlessly. Before he had time to be surprised, he laughed loudly, lifted him up in the air, and threw him up and down to play.He could even feel his face sticking to the tent above his head, and the cold sweat was dripping everywhere.

The fat man only felt that what was burning was not only his true energy and cultivation, but also his anger.The person who was throwing him didn't realize it, they were throwing it happily, and while throwing it, they slapped and knocked on him randomly, and they couldn't help touching the blocked big hole on his body.

In an instant, it was like pouring oil on the fire, and the excruciating pain drove him crazy.

Damn!

Before he passed out, he uttered the first swear word in 400 years.

If he survives, he's going to throw this to pieces first!