The Xiuxian family can't float

Chapter 165 There is a way to heal the wound and release the murderousness!
Ling Youdao was seriously injured to save Mu Yanran, so he was not assigned a family task, but let him recuperate well.

He and Mu Yanran returned to the Qifang compound, but the entire Qifang compound was almost destroyed.

The seven-room courtyard has an independent protective formation, and each small courtyard has an independent restriction, making it difficult for foreign monks to enter.

But the jet of blood broke the formation protecting Qifang, and also broke the restrictions of all the small courtyards, causing the rolling flood to sweep through the Qifang compound.

After the flood, such a messy scene was left behind.

When the two came to Ling Youdao's small courtyard, they saw that there was still water and sand in the courtyard, and the stone tables and benches were overturned and scattered all over the courtyard.

However, this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the topaz pear tree in the courtyard is broken.

Ling Youdao's eye sockets moistened instantly, and he rushed to the broken topaz pear tree, stretched out his hand to caress the topaz pear stump, feeling indescribably sad.

This was left by his parents, and now he has finally gone with his parents.

Mu Yanran said softly: "Brother Youdao, it's just a tree, you don't need to be so sad."

Hearing this, Ling Youdao raised his head and stared at Mu Yanran, "Do you know who left this topaz pear tree?"

He didn't wait for Mu Yanran to speak, and said to himself: "This is left by my parents. I can have today's cultivation, and this topaz pear tree is indispensable."

When Ling Youdao was still at a low level, the topaz pear tree could bring him an income of 40 yuan of low-grade spirit stones every year. For a monk in the early and middle stages of Qi training, these low-grade spirit stones were already quite a lot, so he Only then have more resources for cultivation.

Mu Yanran nervously said: "I'm sorry, Brother Youdao, I don't know if this topaz pear tree is..."

Ling Youdao waved his hand and smiled miserably: "Okay, Yanran, I don't mean to blame you."

Mu Yanran was still very sorry, and felt that she shouldn't have mentioned this matter, and made her brother Youdao even more sad.

"Oops, the Xuanguang bamboo I planted."

Ling Youdao hurriedly ran to the backyard, while Mu Yanran followed closely behind him.

"Brother Youdao, you are still injured, don't worry."

When he got to the backyard, he finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Xuanguang bamboo was still growing there.

Without mental support, I felt weak for a while.

In order to save Mu Yanran, he was shot in the thigh by a drop of blood and suffered serious injuries.

Mu Yanran stepped forward to support Ling Youdao, he forced himself to cheer up, and looked at Xuan Guangzhu with a pale face.

"Brother Youdao, I'll help you go there."

Ling Youdao nodded, "OK."

With Mu Yanran's support, he limped to the place where Xuanguang bamboo was planted.

I saw that the bamboo joints were deeply embedded in the soil, and there were dense tentacles growing around it, binding the surrounding soil firmly to my side.

Because of this, this little Xuanguang bamboo was not washed away by the rolling flood, and remained intact.

Then I saw a small Xuanguang bamboo growing from the bamboo joint, about two feet long, with several green leaves on the sticking out bamboo branches.

Bamboo grows the fastest and may even grow a foot tall overnight.

But Xuanguang Bamboo is different, it grows very slowly, when Ling Youdao came back from the Ten Thousand Poisonous Sea Area, he buried the bamboo nodes with spores here.

It took more than ten years to grow to two feet long, which shows its slow growth rate.

"Brother Youdao, is this the Xuan Guangzhu that made you anxious?"

Unlike Ling Youdao, Mu Yanran has read so many books on Lingzhi, so she doesn't know much about Xuanguangzhu.

Ling Youdao nodded, "That's right, Xuanguang Bamboo is a low-grade spiritual plant of the second rank, with a hard texture, which is very suitable for refining spiritual weapons."

"I transplanted it back from the Ten Thousand Poisonous Sea Territory. At that time, I spent a lot of effort to get it, and almost lost my life. Fortunately, it is still there, otherwise I would have lost a lot of money."

Mu Yanran took what Ling Youdao said deeply.

"Okay, Yanran, help me to the cave where I practice."

Qifang was washed away by the flood and was in dilapidated condition. It was not suitable for him to recuperate.

"okay."

Mu Yanran supported Ling Youdao out of the small courtyard, and soon came to a cave.

Ling Youdao waved lightly at the stone gate of the cave, and the stone gate of the cave rose slowly, and the two of them walked in slowly...

On the other hand, Qian Daqing brought the qi training monks of the Fufeng Qian family to the foot of Qingcang Mountain.

There were more than a hundred people standing sparsely, and a middle-aged man in front asked suspiciously: "Grand Elder, what are we doing here?"

A person next to him also asked: "Yes, Great Elder, what are we going to do here?"

It's not just the two who are puzzled, but everyone is puzzled. This is obviously not a retreat, so what could it be?

Hearing this, Qian Daqing didn't hide anything, and immediately said: "Under the order of the old patriarch, kill all the mortals on Cangli Island, and avenge the clansmen who died in battle."

"what!"

"How could this be?"

Everyone looked at Qian Daqing in shock, full of disbelief, that so many qi cultivators were dispatched just to slaughter mortals.

Besides, is it necessary to involve mortals in the struggle between immortal cultivators?
Qian Daqing had expected everyone's reaction.

After all, his dignified foundation-building monks were shocked when they heard this order, let alone these qi-training monks who had only lived for decades.

Qian Daqing waved his hand and interrupted everyone's conversation.

"Okay, follow orders."

Everyone had no choice but to nod their heads and say, "Of order."

Qian Daqing said: "Small teams of three, large teams of ten, small teams go to villages and towns, and big teams go to county towns."

"Yes."

More than a hundred Qi training monks freely combined, and soon formed more than 20 brigades and small teams, and then separated and left quickly.

Watching the teams of Fufeng Qian's monks leave, Qian Daqing muttered to himself, "The order of the old patriarch must not be violated."

But when they arrived, many villages and small towns were destroyed by the flood, and it was not uncommon for entire villages and towns to survive. Many people were still alive in several counties.

In desperation, the qi training monks of the Fufeng Qian family could only gather in a few counties.

One person complained: "I don't know what the old patriarch thinks, killing some mortals, unexpectedly sent so many of us."

"Yes, this is obviously killing chickens with a bull's knife."

Hearing this, the leader waved his hand and said: "Okay, God can't do anything, feel free to do it."

They chose poison to kill, because only in this way can they complete the task better.

I saw clouds of poisonous mist drifting in, and the ordinary people of the Cangliling clan didn't notice it at all.

When they noticed something was wrong, the ordinary people of the Cangli Ling clan in the county had already inhaled a lot of poisonous mist.

Countless screams and wailing sounded, which could be heard several miles away.

It didn't take long for those ordinary members of the Cangli Ling clan who had inhaled the poisonous mist to die.

(End of this chapter)