From a refugee to a martial artist

Chapter 120 Don't Listen to the Sound of Leaves Blowing in the Forest

Although it is summer, the mountains are still cool.

It rained in the mountains again. For a while, there were sounds of wind, bamboo and sparse rain, and it was very lonely.

As the jade liquid flows, the Dantian and even the whole body are turned upside down.

Meng Yuan seemed to be able to see all the subtle changes in himself, including tiny cracks in his bones and muscles, and torn wounds in his internal organs.

The Dantian underwent tremendous changes, with a lot of blood and energy pouring in, and the chains inside instantly turned into dust.

There was a little light in the stone gate, which should be the slightest thought that was planted. But as soon as the blood and energy were shaken, it was immediately swept away.

The upper, middle and lower three days responded to each other, all trembling violently, and the secret mechanism hidden in them seemed to be about to escape from the body.

Thirty steps away, the Qi had been locked, and Meng Yuan rushed forward with his knife in hand.

Even though there is not much jade liquid left, the strength of the muscles and bones is enough.

The thin-waisted slave saw Meng Yuan passing through the rain curtain like the wind, and a strong blood energy surged throughout his body. Blood seeped out of his clothes before the battle even started.

"This is forcing potential, at the cost of all my blood and energy!" The thin-waisted slave was knowledgeable and knew that there were three levels of ascension to heaven on the path of a warrior, but reaching the third level was just the threshold to touch the sky.

"The habit of warriors to kill people of higher ranks is the same as the habit of making great aspirations in our Buddhist sect. They are all passed down from the top to the bottom when they reach the high ranks. If a warrior really wants to enter the upper three ranks, he must go through desperate situations, pass through the gates of heaven, and kill people of higher ranks with the body of a fourth rank..."

Thinking of this, the thin-waisted slave felt that the person in front of him had clearly never practiced the Tianji method of living as long as the sky, but he just chose a path to mutual destruction.

The distance was too close and it was too late to escape. The slender-waisted slave thought about it and hid in a tree.

But suddenly, the thin-waisted slave felt that the opponent's Qi line was far superior to that of his peers, and for a moment he could not break free from the Qi lock.

The six supernatural powers of the thin-waisted slave are all activated, but the method of thinking is no longer useful. The opponent's blood and energy are surging, as if they are endless, just like a god with supernatural powers who has descended to earth.

"He took it easily with just one hook before. It's obvious that he's harboring lustful feelings." The thin-waisted slave cursed inwardly, and immediately showed signs of joy.

Meng Yuan rushed forward and in a flash he was within ten steps. He saw no figure of the thin-waisted slave in front of him, but Jiang Tang.

Jiang Tang was slumped on the ground, hugging a brown-skinned, white-bellied weasel, which was looking at him pitifully.

Meng Yuan's mind was in a mess. Just as he was about to put away his knife, he felt a sharp pain all over his body, as if his flesh and blood were collapsing.

At this moment, Meng Yuan regained consciousness.

The thin-waisted slave was covered in Buddha's light, like a diamond. But his face was filled with horror, as if he was regretting.

Meng Yuan didn't care and swung his knife immediately.

The remaining jade liquid circulates in the acupoints, and then emerges from the floating light cave again.

For a moment, the Dantian seemed to be squeezed and flattened, squeezing out some jade liquid. The bones in the body seemed to be crushed, the flesh and blood seemed to be worn away, and the surging blood and energy were squeezed out.

The rain was pouring down, and blood-red light was flashing around Meng Yuan, and his sword seemed to have cut out a blood-red cave.

In the cave, millions of tiny red particles, like flying catkins, all flowed towards the place where the qi was locked.

As thousands of blood-colored lights rushed out, Meng Yuan felt that his dantian was crushed in half, and his whole body seemed to be carrying a mountain. His flesh, blood, tendons and bones were like being placed in a millstone, being ground into powder.

The knife in his hand had turned to dust. Meng Yuan's energy and blood were greatly depleted. He was more tired than after fooling around with Nie Qingqing for ten days.

Blood continued to seep out of his clothes, and it seemed like it couldn't be stopped.

My muscles and bones were in excruciating pain, as if they were being broken piece by piece.

Blood was gushing out of all his seven orifices. Meng Yuan felt extreme pain all over and immediately fell to the ground.

With a little thought, the perfect and surging essence and fire quickly retreated and began to feed back into itself.

Looking ahead again, the bloody light had already faded.

The plain white mourning clothes on the slender slave had long since turned to dust, his arms were gone, only the roots of his thighs were left, his shoulders were sunken, the top of his head had been cut off, and only one eye was left on his face.

Her chest and abdomen were torn open, her internal organs were exposed, and her ribs were all broken. She was good at practicing the Dharma, not the body, but she had been in the sixth level for many years and practiced various magical powers. This time, she resisted the bloody light and only protected the vital parts of her body.

Meng Yuan didn't wait to think about it, he rolled and crawled to the front of the thin-waisted slave.

The thin-waisted slave only had one eye left, her ears and nose were gone, her skin was gone, and the outline of her skull was visible.

The thin-waisted slave opened one eye, looked at his chest and abdomen, then looked at Meng Yuan. A look of horror flashed across his face, and then he bit his few remaining teeth, and a light appeared in his blood-stained eyes.

Meng Yuan didn't care, stretched out his bloody hand, inserted it directly into the eyes of the thin-waisted slave, and pulled him out.

"Female Bodhisattva, you are not mocking my kindness and asking me if I regret killing you? Hahaha, I don't regret it, because I can kill you again!" Meng Yuan lay half of his body on the thin-waisted slave, holding his eyeballs in his hands, and then moved his hands down and pressed on the thin-waisted slave's belly, and then reached into the chest and abdomen, and the thin-waisted slave's already broken internal organs immediately shattered layer by layer.

"Ah! My eyes! My body!" The thin-waisted slave's voice was no longer charming and seductive, but instead extremely terrified.

Meng Yuan spat out blood, but still sneered, "Don't you Buddhists regard the body as a bag of skin? Why do I see that you seem to value this bag of skin so much?"

"You..." The thin-waisted slave trembled all over, "Why do you have to fight to the death? You..."

"I asked you to let me go, but you didn't. Now you blame me?" Meng Yuan wanted to speak into the thin-waisted slave's ear, but he couldn't find her ear. He could only use one hand to slowly stir her stomach.

"Where is the unlocking screen?" Meng Yuan's voice trembled.

"We're all going to die anyway, so why should I say anything?" The thin-waisted slave spoke like a toothless old woman.

"I'll just ask a few questions, and you can ask me again afterwards. If you can survive, I'll let you go." Meng Yuan said.

The thin-waisted slave had hollow eyes, no arms or legs, and his internal organs were shattered. "Save...save you?"

"Yes, I'm very happy." Meng Yuan got close to her ear hole, and blood spurted out with every word he spoke.

"The peacock is...he will show up after climbing over seven hills to the west. I don't know where he lives exactly." said the thin-waisted slave.

"Where and when will the rosary invitation ceremony be held?" Meng Yuan asked again.

"July 7, in the mountains behind Wangjiang Cliff." The slender-waisted slave replied.

"Who founded the Taoist Association? What is its relationship with Qing Guangzi?" Meng Yuan asked.

"He is the master's lay brother." The thin-waisted slave replied.

"Ha! It's also a stinky rat!"

Meng Yuan's face was covered in blood, and he was wounded inside and out, but as his essence and fire quickly returned, he felt more and more vitality in his body.

The slender-waisted slave said nothing.

"Are there any treasures?" Meng Yuan said this as he felt his hands gradually gain strength and went to search in the belly of the thin-waisted slave.

"Yes..." The thin-waisted slave endured the pain and said, "There is a picture of the secrets of heaven in my umbrella. It is the secrets of heaven of my Buddhist monk."

After she said this, she seemed to make a soft and charming sound again, "Can you let me go?"

"You are not like the Great Tail Venerable and the White Ape Elder. They are not afraid of death. Besides, you have no hands or feet, how can you walk?" Meng Yuan wanted to laugh more and more. "Female Bodhisattva, you are the Happy Buddha. Haven't you always wanted to save me? My life fire is about to end, and my injuries are too severe. I need you to save me, so that I can be happy."

The thin-waisted slave wanted to speak, but it was impossible. She only felt that her fate with Buddha had ended, as if countless tiny lines of fire came out of that person's hands, and then her whole body was stained with fire, and finally turned into ashes.

Meng Yuan's complexion was visibly improving.

"I now have a new trump card. Using my blood and energy and being seriously injured to replace the jade liquid, it seems to be more powerful. However, it requires my spirit fire to be full and to feed my injuries in time."

"Can I exchange my lifespan for the future?"

Meng Yuan was panting and still feeling the pain all over his body, so he simply lay down.

The mountain rain was cool, and the sound of leaves being blown by the rain could be heard. Meng Yuan wanted to sing along, but he no longer had the strength.

(End of this chapter)