Yipin Danxian

Chapter 85 On the Shenyin Peak
Wu Sheng's body is like copper tendons and iron bones, no matter how hard he beats, it seems that he won't be hurt. Granny Sang gradually showed fear.Seeing that Wu Sheng repeatedly wanted to hug him, and even threatened him with words, he couldn't help but angrily scolded: "It really is a hungry ghost!"

In addition to being angry, Mrs. Sang couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and she lost her sense of control when she made a move.While she was distracted, Wu Sheng finally wrapped Mrs. Sang in his arms, pinched her neck with one hand, and pulled it outward to prevent her from hitting her head, pressed her hips with the other hand, and squeezed into her body to prevent her from kicking her crotch. Pull it into your chest!
Squeeze you half disabled!
Mrs. Sang was squeezed to her chest by Wu Sheng, her face was flushed, she was about to suffocate, she kicked up in a hurry, her calf seemed to be folded, and she kicked upwards at an incredible angle, her toes were just right He is kicking Wu Shengju.

This kick was really unexpected, Wu Sheng was suddenly stiff with pain, his body couldn't help but fell forward, pressing Mrs. Sang under him, his arms still didn't dare to relax for a moment.

Mrs. Sang was firmly pressed down by Wu Sheng, and kicked Wu Sheng with her legs and feet in various unimaginable angles and directions, but under Wu Sheng's strong physique, except for some pain, there was almost no harm.The two rolled to and fro like this, and they rolled to the edge of the deep pool before they knew it.

Sensing the great danger, Mrs. Sang shouted hoarsely, "No...don't hit, stop... let go..."

Seeing the cold eyes of Wu Sheng who was close at hand, and he didn't show any intention of stopping, he couldn't help crying and begging for mercy: "Don't... let me go... I was wrong... Please..."

When Mrs. Sang shot at him suddenly, Wu Sheng knew that there must be a major change, so he ignored it immediately, and tried his best to roll Mrs. Sang into the pool. Mrs. Sang was terrified and struggled desperately, trying to surface.

Wu Sheng let her kick, beat, and scratch without moving his arms, holding her tightly in his arms, counting silently in his heart.

"One...ten...twenty...thirty..."

"One hundred... one hundred and fifty... two hundred..."

"Three hundred... five hundred... six hundred..."

When counting to six hundred, Mrs. Sang's body suddenly twitched, gulping water into her mouth and nose, shaking her neck back and forth a few times, and then there was no more movement.

Wu Sheng suffered another fifty counts before he let go and came out of the pool wet all over.

He rushed to Venerable Dongsun, patted and rubbed for a while, and untied his vital acupoints.

Venerable Dongsun looked at the deep pool and asked, "The thief...is she dead?"

Wu Sheng said: "Totally dead! What happened? Mai wants to kill me?"

Master Dongsun's face suddenly collapsed: "Layman, run away! Zuo Shenyin will hand you over to the academy!"

"The academy is here again?"

"Today is the grand opening ceremony of the Shenyin Sect. The peak is mainly the head of the sect. I invited Xing Xing from Jixia Academy to watch the ceremony. It is at Shenyin Peak. I heard that I will entrust you to Xing Xing."

That's it!

Zuo Shenyin and Mai Taoist are so anxious, can't they wait another two months?There are still many preparations that have not been made, how should I escape?
But these issues are beyond Wu Sheng's consideration, and he has no time to think about them.

"Let's go, layman!" Master Dongsun urged.

"What about you?" Wu Sheng asked.

"They don't know that I have been here, and the thief's wife is dead, and there is no proof."

"Why save me?"

"I've been hanging out in Langshan for 20 years. No one thinks highly of me. After getting to know the layman, the layman is willing to buy things from me and talk to me about serious things. This year, I've lived like a human being and felt that I'm still useful. ... A well-known hero like a layman is a role model for my comrades in Langshan. Zuo Shenyin actually wanted to hand over the layman, and he really lost his mind! Although the old man is useless, he can't stand it... No Having said that, Layman, let’s go! I should go too, I will be suspected if I go back late..."

Saying that, Master Dongsun smiled at Wu Sheng, turned around and ran away.

Wu Sheng looked at his leaving back, his eyes suddenly turned red.

The situation was critical at this moment, Wu Sheng didn't have time to contemplate Yanliu Fuchensi, he took out the Feihong sword, and without hesitation, savagely slashed at his arm, gouging it in deeply, the pain suddenly became unbearable, his face turned pale, and the bean Big beads of sweat rolled down.

It was a matter of life and death, and having experienced the baptism of several times of torture by the Taoist priest in linen, Wu Sheng's endurance was quite strong, and the trembling sword tip pulled out the silk whisk.

The moment he pulled it out, he immediately felt that the dust whisk was vibrating crazily, like a life-threatening snake—a warning signal for Mai was issued!
Wu Sheng threw the dust whisk thread into the secluded pond, and now that the warning signal had been issued, he might as well confuse Mai.

With the blood on his arm, he took the fifteen Butian Pills in the box on the ground and pulled his fingers. Before leaving, he rushed into the wooden house where Mrs. Sang was stealing, and burned the pile of bamboo slips that recorded his alchemy method. Run away.

While running, Wu Sheng tore his sleeves to bandage the wound. He did not expect the situation to evolve to this point. His plan has not yet been prepared, and many steps still need to be verified, but the plan has not changed quickly, and now he can only go Step by step.

On the other side of Songzhu Yayuan is a steep slope, from which Wu Sheng flew down.Although the mountain was steep, he had looked at the terrain many times this month, calculated the support point for his footing, and almost rushed down the foot of the mountain by falling, and ran towards the northwest direction, heading straight for the water.

That was the first river crossing point he envisioned, and it was the closest to Songzhu Yayuan, but he hadn't fully figured out how to make the time difference, but now he didn't have to think about it, just escape.

On the way to escape, Wu Sheng found that in his wound, the part where the whisk had been gouged out was shaking slightly, very regularly.

Wu Sheng had no choice but to stop on the spot and re-examine the wound.He tore off the bandaged cloth strips, separated the wound with two fingers, and endured the severe pain to search for the remnants of the dust whisk inside.

After looking at it for a while, he knew what the problem was. It was the flesh and blood stained by the dust whisk.

It's impossible to cut off the whole arm, right?

Wu Sheng hesitated for a while, dispelling this terrible idea, he sat down on the spot, and started to visualize, and there were indeed traces of spiritual power remaining in it.

The time to count up to [-]——no, it’s less than [-], Taoist Mai will be able to react quickly, is this enough time?Wu Sheng didn't think about it, dispelled all distracting thoughts, and tried his best to transform these remaining spiritual powers.

……

On Shenyin Peak, it is no longer the deserted appearance of the past, and it is very lively with people coming and going.

The backbone of the Langshan monks, such as the owner of Wantao Valley, the Ying brothers, the six friends of Matoupo, the seven brothers of Qingfengya, etc., all listened to orders in front of the cave. High poles were erected and lanterns were hung. In addition, a group of maids were adjusting various zithers, flutes, flutes, and drums, and there were lively sounds of strings from time to time.

The owner of Wantao Valley looked at everything in front of him and couldn't help sighing. The Ying brothers next to him looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

Taoist Mai Yi came out of his cave and asked the six friends on Matoupo, "Have the fellow Taoists from Song come?"

The boss of Matoupo replied: "People from the Longquan Sect have already waited at the foot of the mountain. Hundreds of people have come, and they have finished eating. The new Hall Master Song will bring them up immediately."

Mai Taoist nodded: "These fellow Taoists are going to Langshan for the first time, so please treat them kindly...By the way, after today, there is no Longquan sect in the world, only Shenyin sect, don't say it's bad."

The boss of Matoupo immediately bowed and responded, "Understood, Dharma protector!"

Just as he was speaking, two monks went up the mountain, but they were from the original Longquan sect. Seeing the winter bamboo shoots they were holding in their hands, the Taoist priest in sackcloth asked suspiciously: "Deacon Jiang, Deacon Lu, what is the meaning of this?"

　Thank you Brother Hei, Cloudman, Xinxitang, Shuchi, I'm having fun, 001, Erwa for your rewards, thank you fellow Taoists for your monthly tickets and recommendation tickets.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)