long night walk

Chapter 749 Snake Venom
Seeing this scene, everyone felt contempt for that man.

A man of seven feet, how old is he to take advantage of this yellow and white thing? This is because there are immortals here, and he won't let his child die of illness for no reason?
The mother hugged her child and refused to let go. The child's eyes lost focus due to the high fever, and her small hands helplessly grabbed the mother's clothes, calling for A Niang like a sick cat.

The woman wept bitterly, knelt in front of the altar with her child in her arms, begging those young Tianxi disciples to save her child.

Under the delay and toss of her cruel husband, she knew that it was too late to find a doctor to cool the child down and dissipate the cold.

After being rescued, I was afraid that my brain would be burned. In despair and helplessness, I could only ask those immortal disciples for help.

Tianxi Sword Sect's recruitment of disciples this time is a major task.

This group of young outer disciples did not dare to delay at all. In front of this Liewu's altar, an outer disciple named Fan Hong was unmoved, with a formulaic seriousness on his face, without raising his head. , wrote there:
"If you want to see a doctor, I'm afraid you came to the wrong place. I'm not a doctor who can help the world. The Tianxi Sword Sect is a place that abides by the rules. Since the father of this child has received money from others, please queue up again. Don't waste other people's time."

"Don't embarrass others here! Hold the child and go to the back! If it is true that he has such a good life, are you afraid that the gods will not be able to save him?"

The man kicked the woman impatiently.

The woman watched the breath of the baby in her arms getting weaker and weaker, and a crazy and ruthless look suddenly appeared on the rough and yellowed cheeks. She actually took out a rusty sickle from behind and pointed at her husband. He sternly said, "Give back the silver!"

The young man on the horse looked at the scene in front of him with interest, with a playful expression.

The man waved away the sickle in the woman's hand with a grim look on his face, ignoring her disheveled hair and rushed forward to fight him desperately.

He snatched her pregnant child with overwhelming strength, and scolded angrily: "You stinky bitch who doesn't know what's good and what's wrong! If you're blessed, you don't know how to enjoy it. If you have a little illness or disaster, he's the only one who's so delicate?!"

After finishing speaking, he clutched the huge amount of silver in his arms that he could not save for most of his life, and honestly prepared to go around to the back of the queue and continue queuing.

Jiang Yunqin frowned at this scene, thinking how could such a person be a father in this world?

Seeing her frowning, Liu Qixue couldn't help but smile, and said, "Young sister thinks that child is pitiful?"

"It's very pitiful to have such a ungrateful and merciless father at such a young age."

"I do have some medicine for typhoid fever here. Miss, can you take the child into the carriage and take a good look at it?"

Jiang Yunqin glanced at the young master who claimed to be an undisciplined man in front of him, who had gotten off his horse and put his palm on the glass ball. Not surprisingly, the glass ball shone with a reddish-yellow light.

The light shines from the center of the sphere and spreads to the surroundings. The strands of light spread out in a net shape, which is a bit sparse and cannot spread throughout the entire sphere.

But this is obviously already very good, Fan Hong smiled slightly at the undisciplined man, and said: "Middle-grade spiritual root, you can climb mountains!"

Over the past few days, nearly a few thousand people have been eliminated from his team. They are either waste spiritual roots or ordinary or low-grade, and the pass rate is extremely low.

The spiritual root of this scattered monk is not bad.

Although the unruly young man riding a white horse is too high-profile and arrogant to be liked, but the word "mountain climbing" immediately attracted countless people's eager and envious eyes.

Although this is just a small village, as long as you pass this first hurdle, no matter how bad it is, you can become an outer disciple of Tianxi Sword Sect.

Among the tens of thousands of monks in the world, anyone who can be associated with the word Tianxie is a great honor.

Seeing this scene, Jiang Yunqin's fists in her sleeves tightened slightly, she shook her head, not intending to let these mundane matters shake her determination to move forward.

He just looked sideways with a little pity, and glanced at the little boy in the arms of the hurried child outside the car window.

Everything is fate.

Suddenly, the breeze blows the curtain, and there is a scream!

The middle-aged man who had disappeared from Miss Jiang's peripheral vision flew back again, and the little boy in his arms was gone. There was a clear footprint on his chest, and he cried out for his mother on the ground in pain.

Jiang Yunqin lifted the curtain of the car curiously, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a fair and clear face, with eyebrows and eyes dyed with hazy human lights, very stunning and beautiful.

The young man was dressed in white, which almost blended with the color of snow between the sky and the earth. His brows were far-reaching, and his dark eyes looked a little cold in the night.

He was holding the little boy with a high fever in his arms, and he tapped his finger between the boy's brows, and the faint light of inspiration disappeared into the fingertips.

The unhealthy blush on the boy's face faded a bit, his expression was not as painful as before, and he fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Yunqin looked surprised: "It's him?"

On the way to Baituo Mountain, she met this young man when she passed by an ancient Linjiang town that was haunted by water ghosts.

Speaking of which, the road to the east this time is quite bumpy and dangerous.

Although it is a peaceful and prosperous age, in some ancient towns and cities with a long history, there will always be some evil creatures with grievances that cannot be dispelled.

Although Jiang Yunqin, who was born as a daughter of a thousand gold, has spiritual roots, she has never practiced. His Royal Highness accompanied her with six monks with profound Taoism. Before crossing the river, she heard that there was a water ghost in the general. How many women in wash clothes by the river died.

At the begging of the local people, Jiang Yunqin invited two monks around him to guard the river to suppress the evil spirits.

The powerful guards around His Royal Highness are all from the elites of the Temple of Heaven, and they are known to have the power to subdue demons and demons.

In terms of status, he can even be compared with the inner disciples of Tianxi Sword Sect.

Dealing with water ghosts in an ancient town is just a trivial matter.

But she never thought that the two guards in the Temple of Heaven would never return. The next night, two swollen white corpses slowly floated up on the surface of the river. Only after looking at the clothes and attire did she realize that they were the two guards sent by her side.

Obviously, the water ghost in the river had a lot of grievances, even the guards in the Tianyu Hall could hardly resist it.

Jiang Yunqin never liked to meddle too much, so the remaining four guards formed a spiritual boat, which could conceal the spiritual power and cross the river.

And this young man was met in the river that night.

At that time, he was also wearing such a white dress, his whole body was soaked, and he was ups and downs in the torrential river.

When Jiang Yunqin saw that overly delicate and pretty face at the time, at first glance he thought it was a woman in a washclothes who was drowned and killed by that evil spirit by the river.

But if you take a closer look, it's clearly the stature of a young man.

She didn't like to salvage corpses, so it can be seen that the boy in the river was not swollen and filled with water, and his stature was normal. Obviously, he hadn't had time to suffer from the water ghost's poisonous hands.

In a moment of kindness, Jiang Yunqin asked someone to salvage him and saved his life.

Xu Shi did a good deed and was protected by the heavens. That night when he crossed Jiangzhou, he didn't even see a shadow of a ghost. The whole journey was calm and smooth, and he didn't see any terrible evil spirits making trouble.

As for the young man rescued by her, Jiang Yunqin's first impression was that he was impeccable in terms of appearance alone.

It can even be said that the reason why she, who is not very meddlesome, risked being discovered by the water ghost and saved his life out of kindness was mostly because the boy's appearance made people feel that it was a pity that he could not be saved.

Although Jiang Yunqin knew that he would probably marry the prince of Shu in the future and complete the Dao, no matter how good-looking this young man was, he was just a mortal who couldn't save himself from drowning.

With an overly delicate appearance and a gentle and weak physique like a scholar, no matter how you look at it, it is difficult to gain a foothold in her world.

Jiang Qianjin was also out of a peacock's pride and pity. She originally expected that after the young man woke up, she would have a different feeling for her, just like the group of nobles at the Liqin meeting on weekdays. , She is highly sought after.

But what she didn't expect was that after he woke up, he was so calm and calm that he didn't behave like a person who was rescued from drowning.

Not to mention the admiration eyes that made Jiang Yunqin think in his heart, it can be said that those eyes are as clear as water, when looking at her, it is like looking at an ordinary mortal among all living beings.

I didn't even have the gratitude that I should have for saving my life.

This made Jiang Yunqin feel faintly uncomfortable at the time, but because of the reservedness and pride of a daughter of the noble family, she would not take the initiative to talk to him.

It was still Liu Qixue, seeing that young man was handsome, she would chat with him intimately from time to time.

The victory is that the young man is calm, but he is definitely not cold and reticent.

After chatting for a while, Jiang Yunqin realized that he was also here to participate in the selection of Tianxi disciples.

Jiang Yunqin intentionally asked the monks who were guarding him, and they said that the young man's energy was mediocre, his breathing was simple, and he was not a practitioner.

Hearing this, Jiang Yunqin smiled and said no more.

After crossing the river, she completely forgot about the boy who parted ways.

Unexpectedly, the young man who looked at meekly and quietly, actually had a bit of blood, and dared to beat people and make trouble at the foot of Tianxi Sword Sect.

It's just that this bloodiness is based on stupidity.

Jiang Yunqin smiled knowingly, but she saw that the dozen or so outer disciples showed subtle displeasure.

It's just that when her eyes slipped, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the young girl in green skirt who was holding his sleeve tightly behind the white-clothed boy, curiously poking out half of her delicate and smart face.

The smile on Jiang Yunqin's lips froze, and his eyes became cold again.

"Oh! Beating people! Is there any law for the king! Snatching people's children in front of the gods!! I beg the gods to be the masters for the little people."

That man looked like a rascal, lying on the ground covering his chest and howling.

It was his wife who rushed over, looking anxiously at her child.

Perhaps it was because Bai Lian was born too non-aggressive, and the woman calmed down a little while the child was in his arms.

Bai Lian left the boy's brows with his fingers, and his eyes were a little pensive.

When Tianxi Sword Sect selects disciples, fighting is the most taboo. Although there are many people here and it is chaotic, there are really few who dare to make trouble.

The dozen or so outer disciples immediately stopped their work, pressed their swords each, and strode forward, frowning with a serious expression that seemed menacing.

Jiang Yunqin hesitated for a moment, then lifted the curtain of the car and said to Bai Lian: "This man is asking for money, if you don't want to make a big mess, just take some money, he will definitely not continue to make trouble."

Bai Lian didn't speak, but just looked at the man quietly with his dark eyes, not revealing the landscape, but it caused the man's heart to tremble for no reason, his body trembled, and he became quiet.

"Why did you shoot someone for no reason!" Fan Hong pressed his sword with one hand, and his eyes fell on Bai Li'an.

Bai Lian said lightly: "This child is dying."

Fan Hong frowned. Is this trying to pretend to be righteous?
He didn't understand that this young man was clearly here to participate in the selection of disciples, and where did he get the confidence to put on airs in front of him.

Could it be that he wants to take a slanted edge with his sword, and wants to convince the immortal to look at him differently with his strength of character?

How naive!

The woman's mournful voice made him irritated for no reason. Fan Hong said indifferently to this rigid face, "Everyone's life, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature. Why, you want to say that it was our indifference to death that caused the death." This child? I've said it from the beginning, I'm not a doctor."

Bai Lian shook his head, his feet suddenly moved, a stone flew out from his toes, hit the elbow of Mr. White Horse, a jade flute slipped out of his sleeve, and turned into a colorful poisonous snake on the ground.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, the white horse boy's face changed drastically, he took out a broken sword and slashed three times in a row, cutting the poisonous snake into a puddle of pus before stopping.

Bai Lian turned up the boy's wrist, where there were two tiny red dots, which were the seal of the snake's kiss.

"Not only did he have a persistent high fever, but he was also poisoned by a demon. I didn't say that you were just desperate to save him, but is it wrong to let those who exorcise demons and hurt people go up the mountain?"

The complexions of the dozen or so outer disciples changed drastically, and they suddenly looked at Sanren Han Qiuhe.

With a cold face, Han Qiuqi said: "It's ridiculous! Just one snake can confirm that I am exorcising demons and hurting people? There are tens of thousands of poisonous snakes in the world, and there is no evidence. Why do you think it is me?"

Bai Lian looked down, looking at the pool of venom on the ground: "The evidence has been destroyed, what else do you think there is to say?"

How to weigh the pros and cons between a mortal child and a casual cultivator with a middle-grade spiritual root, Fan Hong had already thought about it in an instant.

The first stage of selection is not only related to the fate of these selectors, but also to the future fate of their group of outer disciples.

The more people who pass this batch, the more promising they will be for their future development in the sect.

Naturally, Fan Hong would not waste a hard-fought quota for such a 'trivial matter'.

Not to mention that this is still unfounded.

"This is just an ordinary child. He has no reason to poison people. This matter is full of doubts. I, Tianxi Sword Sect, will find out the truth, and I don't want to cut off my future because of a misunderstanding."

This is clearly to protect the casual cultivator.

Bai Lian smiled, and instead of arguing, he turned his head and said softly to the weeping woman: "Mother, do you want your own child to worship in such a mountain gate?"

The woman shook her head again and again, her eyes dimmed with tears: "I only want my child to live, as long as he lives well."

Bai Lian nodded and said, "Two hundred miles eastward, there is a Taoist temple named Boling. If you go here, your children will have a different future."

Hearing this inexplicable sentence, Fan Hong felt amused in his heart. Although the scale of Bai Ling Temple is not large, it is also a first-class sect of cultivating immortals. How could it casually accept such an ordinary child.

His tone seems to say that as long as he travels eastward and enters the temple, people will definitely know how to do it.

In just one sentence, Bai Lian had bypassed the dozen or so disciples, picked an altar at random, held up the child's hand, and stuck it on the glazed ball.

In an instant, the green and transparent light illuminated the entire glazed ball, turning into a beam of light that soared into the sky.

The view of the light is pleasing to the eye, it is refreshing, and it has the effect of soothing the altar.

The faces of the dozen or so outer disciples suddenly paled: "High-grade foreign spirit roots!"

And looking at its emerald green color, it is still the root of the mysterious medicine that is one in a thousand.

This is really a surprise!

Fan Hong shook his hands, suppressing the excitement and ecstasy in his heart, and hurriedly said: "Hurry up! Get the antidote and give it to this little junior brother! Don't miss the best opportunity for detoxification!"

Yep, the juniors have already called out.

Everyone was in a hurry, taking out all kinds of precious antidote elixir, trying to give it to the child as if fighting for merit.

After the woman was dazed for a while, she looked at the young disciples who were embracing them together, her eyes were indescribably complicated.

Bai Lian hugged the boy, and didn't make any other movements, just looked at the disciples who lost their composure and rushed towards him with a half-smile.

The clear eyes without any emotion of criticism and ridicule surprised everyone suddenly, and suddenly gave birth to a sense of embarrassment.

They all stopped, not knowing what to say for a while.

"Hahaha!!! Interesting!! Interesting!! Come and show me this little kid!!"

An old Taoist priest in sackcloth walked out of the crowd with a hoe on his shoulders. He was holding a weed that looked like a leek. The edge of the grass was covered with a few drops of night dew. Don't fall, hang in a hanging place and don't fall.

The old Taoist priest walked in front of Bai Li'an, his eyes showed a little bit of gratitude, he put the hoe on the ground, and the leek-like sprouts in his hand shook the boy's face.

A few drops of dew silently seeped into his skin, and then the dew seeped out from his body again, black as black jade, floating in the air, I saw the old Taoist flicking his hands, the black dew turned into clarity again, full of trembling.

Such a miraculous scene, even a group of mortals can see that this old Taoist is probably a master.

"Hey, the kid has a good eye. I'll take this old Taoist priest."

Fan Hong's eyes fell on the wild grass in the old man's hand with deep disbelief. It was the treasure of Bai Ling Guan's inheritance, Xingyun grass!

He recognized the Taoist priest's identity, and it was the master of Bo Ling, who was an immortal beyond the reach of thousands of monks.

Thinking of this, Fan Hong's legs went limp.

He has been an outer sect disciple for more than ten years, and he has often heard that every day when Xi Jianzong selects disciples, there are always a few shameless leaders of other sects lurking at the foot of the mountain, watching boredly to see if there are any good seedlings born.

After all, Tianxi recruits disciples, and gathers the most and widest number of disciples.

If there is really a good seedling that he really likes, those monster-like old guys will even lick their old faces to compete with Tianxi.

It's just that this kind of thing happened very rarely, Fan Hong didn't expect that it would be unlucky for him to run into it.

If someone cut off such a high-grade spiritual root with a red root, his fault would be serious.

With a weeping face, he hurriedly said: "Master Bai Ling, you are not doing this properly. This is still within the boundaries of Baituo Mountain..."

(End of this chapter)