In the thatched house, Mr. Ji San was lying on the wooden bed.
There was a gray air lingering around his body, and his face looked gloomy.
The most important thing is that the left side of his body, face and exposed left hand are covered with malignant sores, which looks quite scary.
Looking at the angry and half-dead Master Ji San, Hu Laosan couldn't believe his eyes.
Is this still the handsome and aristocratic young man from a big family not long ago?
Third Young Master Ji was still conscious, but he was stunned for a moment when he saw Lu Qing and others.
"Third Young Master, how are you feeling?"
Hu Laosan asked with concern.
"I'm not dead yet." Third Master Ji said in a weak tone, "Uncle Hu, these are..."
"This is Mr. Lu Xiaolang and Mr. Chen, whom you met at the city gate a few days ago."
Young Master Ji looked at Lu Qing's face, tried hard to recall, and finally remembered some traces.
But he still didn't understand why Hu Laosan brought these people here.
Didn't he send someone to deliver a letter to him and ask him to report to the Ji family?
Lu Qing was not in a hurry to speak, there was a bit of surprise on his face.
Because he saw that the miasma mark in Master Ji's body had actually begun to take effect.
The sores on his hands and face illustrate this.
But the strange thing is that the mark was suppressed only half of the time.
Logically speaking, Master Ji San, who only has cultivation in the internal organs realm, should not have such abilities.
He turned on his superpower and looked at the body of Mr. Ji San quietly.
Soon, several notes floated up.
[Ji Fei: The third son of the Ji family in Qinglong City, he is upright and kind-hearted. 】
[Cultivation: A small accomplishment in the internal organs the day after tomorrow. 】
[The evil cultivator's miasma mark is in the body, and the miasma is entangled and penetrates deep into the bone marrow. 】
[I once ate Yunmeng Ginkgo, and my physique transformed, and my vitality was far better than that of ordinary people. 】
…
I see.
After investigating the situation of Third Young Master Ji, Lu Qing showed a look of understanding on his face.
It turns out that Master Ji San had an unexpected encounter and took a strange fruit called Yunmeng Ginkgo. His physique was different from that of ordinary people, and he was able to withstand the outbreak of the miasma mark.
Seeing the confusion in Mr. Ji's eyes, Lu Qing smiled.
"Mr. Ji San, you have been struck by the miasma mark. Now the mark is deeply embedded in your bones. Your body will be used as a carrier to promote the miasma.
Now the mark must be suppressed and completely removed.
Otherwise, when the mark completely breaks out, the miasma will brew, and this place may become a place of plague. "
Hearing Lu Qing's words, Master Ji's gloomy eyes showed a glimmer of light: "Young Master, is there any way to remove the miasma mark on my body?"
"We're somewhat certain, but we need the cooperation of Third Young Master." Lu Qing nodded.
"What do you need from me, young man? As long as I can remove this mark and prevent it from exploding, even if it takes my life."
A determined look appeared on Mr. Ji San's face.
Seeing what he said, Lu Qing showed approval: "You don't need to do anything, as long as the Third Young Master trusts me, relax your mind, and don't resist my treatment."
"That's it?" Mr. Ji San was stunned.
"That's all."
Lu Qing turned to the old doctor and said, "Master, I have to suppress and remove the mark for Third Young Master Ji. I'm afraid I won't be distracted later.
If something happens, I still need your help to keep an eye on it. "
"Aqing, what do you mean, someone will come over later?" The old doctor understood the meaning of his words.
“I can’t guarantee it, but there is a connection between this miasma mark and the person who made it.
If he is not far away, he may feel it when I suppress the mark later. "
"I understand, feel free to help Mr. Ji remove the mark."
The old doctor nodded solemnly.
If it was just an ordinary plague miasma, he had a cure.
But when it comes to cultivating immortals, with his current abilities, he is still beyond his capabilities.
"Uncle Hu, please help me to carry Young Master Ji out. There is sunshine outside, and the miasma can be suppressed a little. Be careful not to touch the gray energy on his body."
With the help of Hu Laosan, Lu Qing moved Mr. Ji San outside the house with him and the bed.
The girl also came out and stood guard beside him holding a wooden stick.
It was also at this time that everyone discovered that the girl's face was pitted and had many scars.
It turned out that this was a girl who had suffered from leprosy.
In fact, most of the villagers who had just gathered around Lu Qing and the others had scars on their faces and hands.
Presumably they are all villagers who have survived leprosy in this village.
"Little sister, I want to treat this young master. Can you step aside first? Don't worry, I won't hurt him."
Seeing the vigilance in the girl's eyes, Lu Qing smiled.
The girl did not step aside.
"Xiaorou, it's okay. They are all my friends and will not harm me."
Young Master Ji San slowly spoke at this time.
Just now he heard the conversation between Lu Qing and the old doctor, and understood that Lu Qing really had a way to save him, and he also felt a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Although he is not afraid of death, it would be best if he could live.
The girl looked at Mr. Ji San, and then slowly stepped aside.
But she still looked at Lu Qing and the others, and seemed not to be completely reassured.
Seeing her like this, Lu Qing understood.
It seems that there is a story between Mr. Ji San and this girl.
After the girl retreated, Lu Qing picked up a piece of firewood from the side and began to circle around Third Young Master Ji and carve it on the ground.
His speed was not slow, and it didn't take long for a mysterious formation to be drawn.
The wooden bed where Master Ji San was lying was in the center of the formation.
After drawing the formation, Lu Qing casually took out several jade talismans and sank them into the ground, using the power of the jade talismans to communicate with the earth's energy.
The next moment, the misty light lit up, forming a round shield that enveloped Lu Qing and Third Young Master Ji.
Such a magical scene immediately shocked Hu Laosan and other people who had never seen Lu Qing's immortal methods.
Especially the villagers thought they had seen a miracle and knelt down to worship.
Third Young Master Ji was equally shocked in his eyes, but at the same time, he was even more hopeful.
The more magical Lu Qing's methods are, the greater the probability that he can cure himself.
The chance that he can survive is also greater.
Lu Qing had no time to pay attention to this, but looked at Young Master Ji with a solemn expression.
Perhaps stimulated by the power of the formation, when the light curtain rose, the gray energy on Mr. Ji's body began to stir.
Gradually eroding towards the other half of his body.
Seeing this, Lu Qing immediately walked up to his feet, made a secret with his fingers, and quickly formed a spiritual talisman, which he printed on Young Master Ji San.
The spirit talisman fell towards the third master Ji's chest, and the gray energy originally wanted to stop it.
But after the spiritual talisman emitted a faint white light, the gray energy immediately hid like a snake and a scorpion, desperately hiding to both sides, allowing it to smoothly enter the chest of Master Ji San.
After the spiritual talisman entered the body, Master Ji's body immediately changed. The gray air that had been floating outside his body suddenly froze.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly shrunk into Mr. Ji's body and occupied the left side of his body.
When Lu Qing saw this, he smiled and pinched his hand with a magic talisman. Another talisman condensed out and hit the body of Mr. Ji San.
This time, he chose the head of Mr. Ji San.
The magic talisman penetrated Young Master Ji's forehead, and the gray air on the left side of his face began to be quickly forced back, escaping down his neck.
Lu Qing continued to use magic spells to condense the talismans.
Just like this, after he hit five spiritual talismans in succession, the gray energy in Mr. Ji's body was finally completely forced out.
Eventually, a strange gray mark appeared in his heart.
At the same time, in a cave dozens of miles away from the village, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.
"Someone is trying to get rid of the miasma mark I planted on the boy from the Naji family?"
This man was surrounded by gray energy, and he was carrying a huge gray gourd behind his back.
"Who can actually get rid of the miasma mark I planted?"
The weirdo carrying the gourd had a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
The miasma mark on the boy of the Ji family was planted by him with the help of the plague gourd behind his back.
Even if it is innately perfect, there should be no way to get rid of it.
Now I am touched. Who can have such ability?
There was a look of hesitation on the weirdo's face.
He wanted to go check it out, but he was wary.
The person who can touch the miasma mark will definitely not be an ordinary person.
Maybe he was a practitioner like him who was lucky enough to obtain ancient inheritance.
If that were the case, things would be much more complicated.
After struggling for a while, the weirdo decided to go and take a look at the situation.
That boy from the Ji family has a special physique, which is of great use to him.
Once he is successfully refined into a poisonous miasma puppet, it will be a great help to his future practice.
There really is no room for error.
Moreover, he has now initially refined the plague gourd, and his strength has greatly increased.
Even if he is in the perfect Xiantian realm, he may not be his opponent.
If the situation changes later, if he wants to leave, I believe no one in the world can stop him.
Thinking of this, the weirdo immediately made a magic spell and put the lingering gray energy into the gourd, revealing his gray face.
"I want to see who is so bold as to dare to touch the cauldron I have chosen!"
There was a fierce look in the strange man's eyes. After identifying the direction, he disappeared into the cave.
Just when the weirdo followed the induction and rushed to the village.
Lu Qing also had a little surprise.
Outside the village, I suddenly remembered a long shout: "Fei'er, where are you? My father has come to pick you up!"
Immediately afterwards, several powerful auras appeared outside the existence.
"Master Ji, please stay."
At this time, Ma Gu's voice also sounded outside.
The head of the Ji family suddenly became stagnant because he recognized Ma Gu as the coachman of Mr. Lu Xiaolang, whom even the Lord of Qinglong City was afraid of.
Several Ji family innates behind him were also shaken.
The fact that Magu is here means that the other one is also nearby.
Recalling the terrifying methods that the man displayed in the city, several people quickly restrained their auras, not daring to make any mistakes.
The head of the Ji family raised his hands and saluted: "May I ask your Excellency, is Mr. Lu Xiaolang here?"
"Yes, my young master is inside, treating the Third Young Master Ji. Please don't make any noise, so as not to disturb my young master." Ma Gu replied.
Hearing this answer, the head of the Ji family felt relieved, knowing that his son was still alive.
He continued to ask politely: "I didn't expect Quanzi to be so blessed. Mr. Lu Xiaolang took pity on him, so Ji thanked him on his behalf.
Your Excellency, I am concerned about my dog. I wonder if I can enter the village? "
"this……"
Magu was still hesitating, when the old doctor's voice sounded: "Let them come in."
Ma Gu immediately said: "Master Ji has also heard this. My master, please invite a few people in."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
Although Ma Gu and Wei Zian were only in the acquired realm, the head of the Ji family still gave them enough courtesy.
After bowing to the two of them again, he led the people into the village.
When they arrived at the place, they were all surprised to see Lu Qing and Young Master Ji San, who were enveloped by the formation's light curtain.
On the one hand, he was shocked by the magical sight of the formation light screen, and on the other hand, he was surprised by Ji Fei's appearance.
Especially the head of the Ji family, seeing Ji Fei turned into like this, his face showed sadness.
He couldn't imagine what kind of pain his son had to go through to become so inhuman and ghost-like.
Fortunately, his self-control is still there.
Although he was heartbroken, he could see that Lu Qing was doing his best to treat his son and did not dare to disturb him.
He just bowed to the old doctor in a low voice: "I have met the old man."
"No need to be polite." The old doctor returned the greeting, "Aqing is removing the miasma marks from Mr. Ling. He should be successful soon. Family Master Ji shouldn't worry."
Although the head of the Ji family didn't know what the miasma mark was, he could tell that things were getting better, so he felt a little more relaxed and started to look into the formation.
In the light screen of the formation, Lu Qing had forced all the gray energy on Young Master Ji into one place and condensed it into a mark.
But that alone is not enough.
Because the miasma mark is located in the heart of Master Ji San, it is almost integrated with his heart veins.
So next, he still needs to work hard to completely force out the miasma mark.
Thinking of this, Lu Qing took out a needle bag from his arms.
The spiritual energy in his body surged, and he quickly stabbed eighteen silver needles around Mr. Ji San's heart.
Completely seal his heart veins, along with the miasma mark, to prevent him from escaping again.
The way out was blocked, and Miasma Mark seemed to sense the crisis and immediately began to struggle.
The unbearable pain suddenly made Mr. Ji unbearable and let out a muffled groan.
Beads of sweat as big as beans broke out on his face, and the sores all over his face made him look even more ferocious.
The strange gray mark was surging and struggling in the heart of Young Master Ji San like a living thing.
That scene made the people around me feel horrified.
Especially the head of the Ji family, his heart was as sharp as a knife and he wished he could take his place.
Lu Qing turned a blind eye to the pain on Mr. Ji San's face.
His eyes were just staring at the miasma mark that was struggling and beating like a heart.
The hands began to form seals continuously and began to condense spiritual talismans rapidly.
As a spiritual talisman emitting a faint golden light condensed in his hand, a sense of peace began to emerge in everyone's hearts.
On the contrary, the miasma mark on Master Ji's third son struggled even more fiercely.
(End of chapter)