From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 118 Thin Waist Slave

Tracking down Xiyaonu is related to the whereabouts of Qingguangzi, which is of great importance, and even concerns the safety of the entire city of Songhe Prefecture.

But Meng Yuan did not hold back and killed him with just one blow.

Although Meng Yuan has the heart to help the poor, he will never be threatened by the so-called "justice".

If Yue Qingtian told the whereabouts of Xiyao Nu, he would be killed; if he didn't tell, he would still die.

Even the carnivores were fighting each other, so Meng Yuan didn't care about the flood.

Meng Yuan felt emotional and looked at Madam Yan again.

At this moment, Madam Yan had fallen into a coma and showed no signs of life.

In fact, Mrs. Yan was also a poor person. Her husband died last year, leaving behind only a daughter.

My uncles and aunts were eyeing my huge fortune. If I hadn't informed them and the princess hadn't sent people in time, I'm afraid that all my wealth would have been eaten up.

But the peaceful days did not last long as the Luo sect was involved and the old house became a gathering place for the Luo sect.

Meng Yuan heard from Gong Zihua that since the Luo Jiao incident, Mrs. Yan has become an obedient person. She rented out all her land and stayed at home to teach her daughter.

Life was pretty good, and Gong Zihua even specifically warned a few hooligans in Qingshui Town not to embarrass Yan's mother and daughter.

I thought I could raise the orphan girl peacefully, but I never expected that Yue Qingtian would appear. Her husband had been dead for almost a year, and she was still asked to wear plain white mourning clothes.

It’s really no wonder that they joined Luo Sect. They were forced into it.

"Madam Yan, since you saw me kill someone, you can't blame me for killing him to silence him!" Meng Yuan spoke up and raised his knife to chop down.

The blade just landed on Madam Yan's neck and stopped.

Although Meng Yuan covered his face and knocked the other person out in advance, Yue Qingshan had called out his name, so something might go wrong.

Seeing that Madam Yan didn't say anything, Meng Yuan stopped probing, "Master Nie said that I am ruthless in my hands but not in my heart..."

Seeing that Yan's clothes were thin, revealing a lot of her snow-white skin, he picked up the knife, lifted the thin quilt, and covered Yan with it.

Meng Yuan stopped trying, and the spirit fire fell down, quickly covering Yue Qingtian's body.

In an instant, all the flesh, blood, tendons and bones turned to ashes, and the spirit and fire became much stronger.

"As long as there is another Yao Jiamu, the essence fire will be perfect. The fourth body tempering is not far away."

Meng Yuan thought about it in his mind and walked out.

Yao Jiamu's residence was not far from here, but Meng Yuan didn't want to go there again.

Yue Qingtian was an outsider and a civil servant in the Qianhu Office, with few people around him.

But Yao Jiamu is now in charge of the Songhe Prefecture Guard Station, so when he travels, he must be accompanied by a lot of people.

Meng Yuan was confident that he could kill the other party instantly with the help of Floating Light Cave Heaven, but if there were too many people, it would be difficult to eliminate them one by one.

Before coming, Meng Yuan had made many plans. Now that Yue Qingtian had been killed, he should think of a way to lure Yao Jiamu here.

Thinking of this, Meng Yuan picked up the knife, walked out of the yard and went outside.

After going out of another courtyard, you will see the gate.

Meng Yuan knocked on the door and someone answered from outside.

"Mr. Yue asked the captain to come here, saying that he had something to discuss." The rain was heavy and Meng Yuan spoke in a low voice.

"What are you discussing? Mr. Yue is tired from playing, so he wants our boss to take his place?" A strange laugh came from outside.

"Stop talking nonsense!" Meng Yuan knocked on the door hard and turned away.

The man guarding outside did not suspect anything and laughed strangely twice before going to pass on the message.

Meng Yuan returned to the backyard, closed the door, and did not enter the room.

Take out the pill bottle and swallow three pills of Baicao Dan in advance.

All of a sudden, the already full jade liquid felt even more vigorous, and I felt full of strength, eager to release it.

Meng Yuan stood in the small courtyard, wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, bearing the endless rain, with the sword in his hand drawn, waiting for the comer.

Not far to the west of Yan’s house, there is a tall building.

Yao Jiamu was drinking upstairs, with a woman holding a zither and singing softly in front of him. Soon, a lieutenant came up and leaned over and said, "Mr. Yue sent a message to ask the captain to go over, saying that there is something to discuss."

"I go over there? To find him?" Yao Jiamu looked at the mist and rain outside the building and couldn't help but stare.

The captain didn't dare say a word.

“Do you really think he’s a dish? Without me, your people can come in and serve?” Yao Jiamu threw his wine glass at the singer, “Get lost!”

Even as he was cursing, Yao Jiamu still stood up. "Is it because of a stroke? I'll go check it out!"

They went downstairs and took umbrellas. Yao Jiamu was in front, and because the small flag officers had all dispersed, only three lieutenants followed behind him.

Arrived in front of Yan’s house and stepped inside.

He had been here before. Although Yao Jiamu was in cahoots with Yue Qingtian, he was annoyed that Yue Qingtian always kept the words of the saint on his lips, so he recommended Madam Yan to Yue Qingtian.

Unexpectedly, Yue Qingtian became fascinated with it immediately.

Originally, the two of them had planned to deal with Meng Xiaoqi together first, but Yue Qingtian indulged himself too much last night and it rained today, so they were delayed.

Yao Jiamu walked all the way into the house. When he arrived at the innermost small courtyard and was about to push the door to go in, his heart suddenly trembled.

"No!" Yao Jiamu suddenly felt that his Qi was locked, and the opponent was extremely powerful, making it difficult to break free from the entanglement of his Qi.

A green light immediately emanated from Yao Jiamu's body, and there was a green light pulsating behind him, and he retreated rapidly.

The three captains behind him didn't understand what was going on yet, when they saw a light coming from the door of the courtyard.

In an instant, the gate of the courtyard was destroyed like a dead tree or rotten wood, and everything was gone.

Then thousands of floating lights emerged, like big rivers.

The three lieutenants fell into the river and immediately became sieves. However, the floating light was endless and its momentum did not stop, and it completely entangled Yao Jiamu.

The green light on Yao Jiamu's body became increasingly faint, "There are too many floating lights..."

Before he finished speaking, there was no more life. Yao Jiamu stared at Meng Yuan blankly. He wanted to reach out his hand, but he couldn't. He just fell to the ground with a bang.

Meng Yuan held onto the door frame, but saw that not a single part of Yao Jiamu's body was intact; his bones, muscles, and flesh seemed to have been pierced by thousands of flowing needles.

"I thought you were so capable!" Taking a step forward, Meng Yuan extended his spiritual fire.

Soon, Yao Jiamu and the three captains were all reduced to ashes.

The fire of essence has been perfected!

Meng Yuan took three more pills of Baicao Dan, then simply returned to the courtyard, sat in the house, and planned to recover for a while.

The rain was getting heavier and the thunder was roaring.

"What I hate most in my life is Confucian scholars." A sweet voice was heard.

Meng Yuan turned around and saw Madam Yan sitting on the bed.

At this moment, the rain was heavy and the wind was howling, as gloomy as a lamb that had been forcibly castrated and was staggering in pain.

"Confucian scholars have the most to do. They hold your feet, smell the stink, play with them, and talk about the saintly principles at the same time."

"When I finally met the real boss, I didn't have any real skills, and I was no better than a stray dog ​​on the roadside."

"That is why Confucian scholars are the most disgusting."

Madam Yan's bun was half loose, her face was pretty, and her white mourning clothes were loose, revealing her fair skin.

As the eyes turn, although she is clearly in her thirties, her every move is full of charm, making people imagine endlessly about the hidden part.

"The next is the Taoist priest. He talks about inaction and purity every day, but the next thing he does is take out a love-enhancing pill!"

"Drawing circles on you and talking about yin and yang, it's so boring!"

"What makes me happiest is a strong young man."

There seemed to be paradise hidden in her eyes. She looked at Meng Yuan with a smile and said, "If it's a handsome young man like you, it would be great."

"Slim-waisted slave?" Meng Yuan asked.

"Meng Lang knows my nickname?" Madam Yan covered her face, as if she was shy.

(End of this chapter)