Chapter 279 Liancheng
"Who can catch him, my Yuwen family will be grateful." This servant was very smart. From Yu Wenfeng's injury, he could see that Qianqiu was not simple, so he shouted that there would always be those who pursued fame and fortune to come to the stage to help.
Sure enough, many monks changed their faces, and then began to argue. Seeing that many people around them were very moved, most of the monks jumped out with a hot mind.
"How dare you hurt people in the light of day? I'll capture you." A monk stood up, and then more monks stood up.
"Okay, all Taoist friends are really righteous, then take down this villain with me, and my Yuwen family will thank you very much." The attendant was overjoyed to see so many people standing up.
Qianqiu looked at the group of people in front of him and didn't know what to think. Suddenly, he felt that these people deserved to die.
"It's true that my mind has been confused by fame and fortune. I only know that I want to ask for heaven and earth but can't repay heaven and earth. Such immortals should die." Qianqiu thought in his heart.
Raising his right hand, a huge pressure enveloped the group of people in an instant, and everyone's faces suddenly turned pale.
"It is a monk in the feathering period, a monk in the feathering period." Countless people shouted full of regret, "Seniors, spare your life, seniors, please spare your life." All the monks knelt on the ground.
The two attendants looked equally pale, and now they know what kind of monk the person they want to arrest is.
"The monk who has been disturbed by fame and fortune no longer deserves to be a immortal." Qianqiu's tone was cold, "I have no right to deprive you of your lives, but..." Qianqiu's eyes glowed.
"Let's pay off this debt in heaven and earth for you." After saying that, Qianqiu pinched his right hand, and the monks suddenly collapsed, and a wisp of very pure heaven and earth appeared on their bodies.
"Ah... My cultivation." A monk suddenly found that he had lost his cultivation and become a mortal.
"How can this be? Impossible, impossible, ah ah ah!!!" Some monks couldn't even withstand this blow and went crazy on the spot.
"Senior, spare my life, my senior, spare my life." Two attendants knelt there and kept kowtowing to Qianqiu.
"Take your life and get out of here with your son." Qianqiu said.
"Yes, yes, thank you, senior, thank you." The servant kowtowed quickly, then stood up and helped Yu Wenfeng. Regardless of Yu Wenfeng's screams, he directly took Yu Wenfeng away.
The remaining monks who did not participate looked at Qianqiu with a shocked face and were glad that they were not controlled by greed, otherwise they would have become a useless person now.
Qianqiu no longer paid attention to those monks who had become useless. Looking at the revered eyes of the monks around him, the statement of respecting the strength of the immortal world deepened a little deeper.
"Get up." Qianqiu said to the little monk.
The little monk grinned, looked up at Qianqiu with difficulty, and said, "It hurts."
"It won't hurt when you get up." Qianqiu said, saying it was very positive and had an extremely convincing power.
"Really?" The little monk was puzzled, but he thought that it might be the senior in front of him to help himself with powerful spells?
So, the little monk gritted his teeth, endured the pain of drilling his heart with both hands, and slowly held up.
"Ah..." The little monk suddenly screamed and lay down again.
But the little monk did not give up, but continued to grit his teeth to support his body to get up.
A drop of blood flowed down the little monk's back, which was so shocking.
In a moment, the little monk's body was bleeding, and a pool of blood had gathered on the ground.
The little monk finally stood up. He leaned against the stone pillar, his whole body was mixed with sweat and blood, and his face was pale.
"Does it still hurt?" Qianqiu asked.
"It hurts." The little monk sent out this word from between his teeth.
"Does it still hurt?" Qianqiu asked again.
The little monk thought that what he had just said was too low, and Qianqiu didn't hear it, so he said again, "It hurts."
"Does it still hurt?" But I didn't expect Qianqiu to ask again.
The little monk looked at Qianqiu in a blink of an eye. Slowly, he looked into Qianqiu's eyes. Suddenly, the scenes of the pain he had just suffered in the process of standing up were replayed in his mind.
"Since you have stood up with the severe pain, why do you still feel pain?" Qianqiu said.
The little monk was stunned, and then an unspeakable feeling extended to the bottom of his heart and finally spread to his whole body.
Although the injury on his body is still so painful, the little monk feels that this pain does not seem to affect himself at all, or his heart and soul.
"Does it still hurt?" Qianqiu asked again.
"It doesn't hurt." There was a smile on the young face of the little monk. After saying these two words, his eyes closed.
Qianqiu took action quickly and caught the little monk. When he looked at it again, he saw that the little monk had fainted.
"Only when you recognize the nature of things can you come out of it and transcend it." Qianqiu said and turned to the young monk in charge of registration.
"Can I sign up?" Qianqiu asked.
"Can.. Yes..." The young monk stambared.
"What about him?" Qianqiu looked at the little monk in his arms and said.
"It can also... It's okay." The young monk nodded hurriedly.
"Write his name first." Qianqiu said.
"Oh.. Oh.. OK." The young monk quickly wrote down the name and cultivation of the little monk, and then looked at Qianqiu and asked, "Senior... You?"
"Qianqiu, the early stage of feathering." Qianqiu said that even in Dongzhou, he is not afraid to expose his name. Why do practitioners cringe?
"Qianqiu?" Obviously, after Yan Qi's frame-up, many people in Dongzhou have known the name Qianqiu.
"Probably a character of the same name. It is said that Qianqiu only attracted the spiritual period when he was killed by Tianxuanzong." The young monk thought.
Although Qianqiu was not killed in those years, Tianxuanzong still publicized that Qianqiu had been killed.
Qianqiu originally wanted to ask the world where it was after leaving the mountain, but later he met two monks who went to Sendai and learned about the three major comparisons. After knowing the details, Qianqiu felt that this was a good opportunity for him to settle accounts with Du Qi.
First of all, although I am in the feathering period, I definitely can't please a Golden Gate monk like Zhong Ye. Moreover, if you go directly to Tianxuanzong to seek revenge, not to mention whether you can defeat it or not, just say that the landing plane is the peak owner of Tianxuanzong, Qianqiu will give up this idea.
came to a valley full of aura, Qianqiu waved his hand and cut out a cave on the cliff with sword spirit, and then walked in.
Put the little monk on the ground, and then sat on the ground, condensed the spiritual power with his palms, suddenly injected into the little monk's body, and mobilized the spiritual power in his body to help the little monk heal his wounds.
The bones on the little monk's back have been broken in many places, and the innerfu is also broken. Even Qianqiu frowned when he saw it. Yu Wenfeng's action was too heavy, and it seems that his action is still too light.
The next day, Qianqiu spent almost half the night healing the little monk, and now the little monk is lying on the ground, his face has returned to his original ruddyness and is falling asleep.
Soon after, the little monk opened his eyes.
Qianqiu also opened his eyes, "Wake up." Qianqiu said lightly.
"Hmm." The little monk answered.
"How do you feel?" Qianqiu asked.
The little monk tried to stand up, but found that there was no pain in his whole body and his body was stronger than before.
"Okay, okay, hahaha." A strong smile appeared on the young face of the little monk.
"I thought I was going to die." The little monk looked at Qianqiu and said.
"How old are you?" Qianqiu asked.
"Thirteen." The little monk replied.
"Are you Sanxiu? Who taught you how to practice? Qianqiu asked.
The little monk's face darked and said, "It's my mother."
"My father and mother were originally a Taoist couple. Ten years ago, my mother was seriously injured by the elixir of a monster. In order to save my mother, my father fought with the monster for three days and nights. Finally, he killed the monster and took out the monster's inner elixir. After healing his mother's injury, he burned too much cultivation due to exhaustion. After I died, I was left alone to raise me and teach me to practice. The day before yesterday, my mother went to hunt lions and tigers alone in order to allow me to participate in the three majors of big fights and enter the sect, and she has not come back yet. I know... She has... However, I must fulfill her wish, I must participate in the three majors, and I must enter the large sect to practice. The little monk said all this, but there was only stubbornness and persistence in his eyes, and there were no tears.