Chapter 10: Moving Mountains and Partridge Whistle
Hu——
The remaining lamps are like beans.
Chen Yulou sat cross-legged on the ground, his whole body already in a state of trance.
With his every breath.
In the dense forest outside Yizhuang, wisps of weak green wood spiritual energy gathered.
Slowly blending into the center of his eyebrows.
It flows through the limbs and hundreds of meridians, and finally turns into a drop of spiritual mist, returning to the qi sea dantian.
At the same time.
Deep in the vast Old Xiong Ridge.
The night wind howled, whimpering like a ghost, eerie and terrifying.
There were insects and birds chirping again, mixed with the roars of various unknown beasts.
Miao Village has been passed down from ancient times.
At night, that’s when the mountain monsters and ghosts come out to look for food.
So, every day when it gets dark, the gates of each village will be sealed, and every household will also lock its doors and not dare to go out even half a step.
But even so.
At this time.
The three of them had no scruples.
Hurry while it’s dark.
They are two men and one woman.
They are all dressed up as Miao people from the Bing family.
There is a person at the front, tall and straight, with a stern expression.
The long hair is simply tied back with a wooden hairpin.
They don’t look like Miao people.
It looks like a Taoist practicing in the mountains.
However, his eyes were as deep as knives, and his eyebrows were filled with murderous intent.
It is also contrary to the image of Taoists who always value tranquility and inaction.
He was walking in front holding an angry wind lantern in his hand. Under the light, his temperament was even more unique and indescribable.
The one in the middle is a Miao girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old.
She is also carrying a bamboo basket.
But there is an extra long umbrella.
She is still childish, smart and cute, but there is something heroic about her every frown and smile.
The last person walking was a strange-looking young man.
Early twenties.
He has curly hair and looks like a mixed race.
He did not carry a bamboo basket on his back, but an old bow, with ten or twenty long arrows densely inserted in the quiver.
There is also a bundle of ropes hanging diagonally around his waist.
Surprisingly, they are the three brothers and sisters of Partridge Sentinel.
"Roar——"
Suddenly.
A terrifying roar came from the forest.
The three of them stopped for a moment.
The old foreigner walking at the end grabbed the bow behind him and swept his surroundings like fire.
"Senior Brother?"
"Do you want it?"
Partridge Whistle listened for a moment with his ears pricked up, then shook his head, "It should be tigers and leopards, don't pay attention to it."
"The yellow demon on the ancient raccoon monument has been entrenched for hundreds of years, and it is the greatest harm."
"We'll talk about it after we solve it first."
"We have to rush to the border of Hunan and Guizhou when we turn back."
While talking.
The partridge whistle looked up into the distance.
A pair of eyes seemed to be able to see through the vast night.
“Yes, senior brother.”
Hua Ling and the old foreigner nodded.
In fact, their trip was not for Lao Xiong Ling.
But halfway through, I heard that a yellow demon was causing trouble in the area around the ancient raccoon monument and killed countless passing merchants.
The lineage of moving mountains comes from Taoism.
Has the responsibility of subduing demons.
In the past few years, Partridge Whistle has traveled around the world with his junior brother and sister, looking for the Muchen Bead in an attempt to resolve the thousand-year curse on the clan.
I don’t know how many evildoers have been killed.
"It's getting late."
"Walk faster."
Partridge Whistle raised his head and glanced at the night sky above his head.
At this moment, dark clouds were heavy, covering the full moon.
In the howling night wind, there is also a feeling of impending rain.
He immediately greeted his junior brothers and sisters.
Then he held the wind lantern and stepped forward, as fast as lightning.
Hua Ling and the old foreigner are not slow either.
The three of them ran all the way.
Almost half an hour later.
They arrived at a cemetery shaped like a mass grave.
Towering old trees and overgrown grass.
There are also white bones that can be seen everywhere, which makes people shudder.
“This should be it.”
Standing in front of a broken stele, Partridge Whistle observed for a moment and said.
"Hua Ling, old foreigner, follow closely."
"That yellow demon is very evil and has done harm to countless people. You must not underestimate the enemy." "Yes, senior brother!"
Hua Ling pursed her lips and nodded.
As he spoke, he took out the long umbrella behind his back and opened it with a splash.
I saw that the umbrella was of ancient style, and the surface of the umbrella was inlaid with bronze mirrors one after another.
It looks amazing.
The old foreigner stood behind the two of them with his bow and arrows drawn, his eyes sweeping around like a knife.
If there is someone familiar with the art of war.
You will find that their positions seem to be sparse and ordinary, but in fact they have formed a faint formation of three talents.
Even if there is a sudden danger.
The three of them could react in the shortest time.
And, no matter which side you attack from.
It can be done without splashing water.
Hua Ling and the old foreigner are nominally brothers and sisters of Partridge Shao.
In fact, the two of them did not become a disciple.
It was he who acted as a teacher and accepted a disciple.
Every skill was taught by him personally.
So, to the two of them, the partridge whistle is actually no different from the master.
In addition, I have traveled around the world for so many years.
The three of them have long developed an incomparable tacit understanding.
The partridge whistle held a lamp in one hand and a twenty-ring mirror box in the other, passing through the ruined monument and walking straight into the depths of the cemetery.
It’s just...
The three of them searched the tomb inside and outside.
No trace of the yellow demon was found.
Instead, he went round and round and returned to the original ruined monument.
“Brother, will it go out to harm others?”
Hua Ling is the youngest.
Girls are lively and cute.
Looking at the frowning senior brother, she couldn't help but say.
"It's not like..."
Partridge Whistle shook his head.
Suddenly, he seemed to see something out of the corner of his eye, and a rare trace of surprise flashed across his stern face.
I noticed something strange about him.
Hua Ling and the old foreigner looked over curiously.
"Look at the stele."
The partridge whistle stretched out his hand and raised the wind lantern. The swaying firelight illuminated the broken stele like a mirror.
A few vague handwritings can still be seen faintly.
However.
The three of them paid no attention at the moment.
Just staring at the mass of... Yin Hong on the stone tablet.
“It’s blood.”
Partridge Whistle squatted on the ground and stretched out his hand to wipe it. The blood had not even dried up.
His brows frowned deeply.
“Brother, come quickly, there are more here.”
While he was thinking.
An old foreigner’s exclamation came from behind.
Partridge Whistle looked back.
I saw blood splashing on the weeds.
However, the color is dark black and the taste is extremely pungent.
"Black dog blood?"
Partridge Whistle was stunned at first, and then seemed to think of something.
Hold the wind lantern and glance around.
The ground is covered with rubble, broken stones, and numerous broken weeds.
Obviously the traces left after a fight.
Seeing this scene, his frown suddenly relaxed.
"Senior brother?"
"What's going on?"
Hua Ling raised her head and asked softly.
"Someone is one step ahead of us."
"Deal with the yellow monster first."
"What?"
Hearing this, Hua Ling and the old foreigner couldn't help but look at each other.
Everyone saw a hint of shock in their eyes.
Follow my senior brother’s guesses.
That yellow demon has at least two to three hundred years of cultivation.
Cannibalizes human lives, transforms into a mountain god, and steals incense.
Ordinary people are no match at all.
Otherwise, he would not have been doing evil for so many years and not be eradicated.
Why were they charged before they even arrived?
"The blood is not even dry yet."
"That man should not have gone far yet."
"Hua Ling, old foreigner, look around. It is impossible to kill such a big monster." An ordinary person, maybe a senior from my Taoist sect. Don’t miss such a good opportunity.”
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