Chapter 47 Waiting for the Qiu Shuang Sword Sect’s team
After cleaning up the remnants on the ground, there was still a faint fragrance floating in the air. Yang Ruo secretly twirled her fingers, raised her head, and met a pair of cold peach blossom eyes.
Yang Ruo put down his hands unnaturally, pinched the dust-purifying technique behind his back, washed off the grease on his hands, and looked up at the sky.
Ning Fu smiled and did not expose his behavior.
At night, the bright moon is like a bow.
The mist-like floating clouds blocked the moonlight and added a bit of tranquility to the forest.
Dong Fangfei and Yang Ni came out of the Immortal Temple. The latter said: "Senior Brother Yang Ruo, let me and Dong Fangfei keep vigil tonight. Senior Brother, you can go in and take a nap."
"Dong Fangfei and I are both in the second level. We have gone out alone to do sect missions. We are quite sensitive to danger. Don't worry, senior brother. If there is any abnormality, I will wake you up in time."
Yang Ni felt that Yang Ruo had been fishing for shark yarn in Qingbodong Lake for half a month and driving the flying carpet without sleep for five days. He must have been exhausted mentally and physically, so it would be good to take this opportunity to take a rest.
Yang Ni was only at the second level and could not imagine how much spiritual power a fifth-level monk had in his body. She exaggerated and felt that after these days of hard work, Yang Ruo didn't have much spiritual power left in his body.
He wanted to rest in Qingfeng Valley, which made Yang Ni firm up his guess.
"No need." Yang Ruo waved his hand and said casually, "You can go in and rest. I am enough here."
He turned to look at Wu Gui and Xie Feng, and advised him thoughtfully: "Junior Brother Wu, Junior Brother Xie, you should also go to the Immortal Temple and recharge your batteries for a while. Junior Sister Ning will be here to accompany me."
Yang Ruo was resolute, but when Yang Ni couldn't persuade her, she gave it up and pulled Dong Fangfei in.
Huayue raised her eyes and continued to meditate on the futon.
The disciples of the sect always like to put a few futons in their storage bags and take them out wherever they go. Whether they are used for meditation or as ordinary cushions, they have their uses.
Outside the Immortal Temple, the evening breeze blew gently, blowing Ning Fusang's hair and calming her heart.
Thousands of miles away.
A thick dark cloud blocked the bright moonlight in the sky, and a gloom shrouded the valley. The singing of nightingales came from the valley.
On and off, the lingering sound lingers around the wood.
A group of people appeared in the valley.
They were dressed in ordinary clothes, with strong bodies, and sporadic smiles between their sharp eyebrows.
One of the ordinary-looking male cultivators looked back at the sharks in the cage and said in a loose tone: "Although the number of sharks in the world today is decreasing sharply, looking at the entire world of Zhong Ling, you can still see the shadow of the shark clan. There are no sharks anywhere with better skin and appearance than those from Qingbo Donghu. It’s no wonder that the elder wants to buy from the Nanxing Sword Sect, which has always been at odds with us.”
"What's the difference between sharks and aliens? They're all slaves of humans and demons. If they move, they'll be whipped and punished. It's no wonder that their skin and flesh are intact." One person snorted in a contemptuous tone.
Their conversation, without any hesitation, fell into the ears of the shark prisoners.
Aquan's eyes flashed, he clenched his hands and lowered his head.
After an adult shark cultivates the shark bead, it will be able to transform into human legs on land. She is two hundred and forty years old this year and is already on the edge of forming a bead, but she is still a little short of it.
Under the moonlight, Aquan's tail shimmered like cold jade. She thought to herself: "Seven days have passed, how can I still think that Yang Ruo will come to save me and my people?"
"They are human beings, there is no need to stand up for aliens."
"Fortunately, I didn't tell anyone else about this. It would undoubtedly be crueler if I gave them a hope that was like a dream, and it dissipated like bubbles on the sea at dawn." A Quan thought about this, and thought in his heart For a moment, I felt lucky that I didn't have to tell the story.
The team moved forward, but I don't know how long it took.
Outside a dilapidated temple of gods, the young man yawned, stood up and stretched his arms.
Suddenly, his eyebrows moved, and he hurriedly sent a message to Ning Fusang: "Junior sister Ning, I noticed some movement within a hundred miles. Is someone from the Qiu Shuang Sword Sect here?"
Spiritual consciousness detection can only detect "objects". It is not like eyes that can directly see scenes. The monks need to judge for themselves everything within the scope of their spiritual consciousness, including but not limited to the size, shape, speed, breath, and life status of the target.
Ning Fusang stood up, stood in front of the cliff, looked into the distance, and said lightly: "Maybe."
She is only in the second level and does not have clairvoyance, so there is no way to know whether she is.
Yang Ruo seemed to have heard some signal. He flicked out a beam of spiritual light and flew away through the air.
In the distance, the air wave instantly overturned a flying sword, and everyone was shocked. The sharks trapped in the cage clutched the bamboo strips in panic, their expressions were flustered, and their whole bodies were shaking with nervousness.
"There is an enemy attack!"
"Is it possible that the people from the Southern Star Sword Sect are going back on their word and want to take these sharks back?" Someone speculated.
One person's eyes were cold and he cursed in a low voice: "That old man Lu Cong! He is really good at calculating. He took the money from our Qiu Shuang Sword Sect and doesn't want to give it to the sharks. Go ahead and dream!"
The monk who was knocked down by the air wave got up from the haystack and went to look for his flying sword. With just one glance, his eyes suddenly widened and a look of distress appeared on his face.
"This is a spiritual sword of mine, but the edge of the sword was broken by a wave of air? What kind of cultivation level does the opponent have?"
His eyes flashed, his expression darkened, and he scolded the other party eighteen times in his mind, "A spiritual sword is worth more than two thousand spiritual stones. How many monsters have I hunted and killed, how many spiritual plants have I picked, to get enough spiritual stones?" Shi, you bought this sword and broke the blade like this, you damn bastard of your ancestors!"
His anger was mixed with some resentment and injustice. Why did so many people lift his sword? It was really bad luck for eight lifetimes.
Luo Dujun drew out his long sword, stared ahead gloomily, and said, "Lu Cong couldn't have done it."
"He doesn't dare to blatantly offend our Qiu Shuang Sword Sect. Don't forget, this is not the first time Lu Cong has made a deal with us."
If Lu Cong wanted to swallow the spirit stones but refused to give them to the sharks, he could have ordered them to be killed directly when they were at Qingbo Cave Lake. Then when they appeared in front of the sect, it would be reasonable to say that they were the ones who trespassed into Nanxing. Sword Sect's resource points.
If you break into another sect's resource point, even if you are killed on the spot, it will be considered as giving face to the other party.
"If you are not from the Nanxing Sword Sect, could it be that the nearby casual cultivators want to rob the Tao?"
"It's possible. I remember that there seemed to be a small town where casual cultivators gathered in front of us."
"Hmph, they are a bunch of rabble. I want to see if they are so ambitious that they dare to rob even our Qiu Shuang Sword Sect!"
(End of chapter)