Jiang Sheng Xun Xian

Chapter 2 Jiang Sheng
Jiang Sheng didn't care about that much, he flew over, and the Seven Nether Grass had been picked by him.

"This fellow Taoist!" The man in golden clothes frowned: "Which sect's high disciple is it? Just start to snatch it, don't you say first come, first served?"

"Two fellow Taoists, I am a casual cultivator, and my mentor is the Taoist Thousand Hands. I am in retreat, and I will advance to the Nascent Soul stage in a few days!"

Jiang Sheng is 38 years old this year. He has been practicing with his master in the mountains and has little experience in traveling.

However, following the old ghost for these years, he still understands by putting smoke and confusing the public: "This medicine was discovered by my teacher many years ago, and I was ordered to wait here to pick it. I have been waiting here for more than a month! Why is it here?" The theory of snatching?"

Jiang Sheng observed the two of them while talking, and saw that there was no obvious change in the expressions of the two of them, so he knew something was wrong.

These two should be members of the sect, and they are not small sects, otherwise Yuan Yingqi could be the master of their sect, which is enough to scare them.

"Since the two fellow daoists have to meet this thing, it is also a matter of fate. I will give you two bottles of the return qi pill, and hope that it will be beneficial to the two fellow daoists in the future." Jiang Sheng took out two bottles from his arms with some pain. Bottle of elixir.

Zhen Qi controlled the elixir to fly towards the two of them, and on the way, he intentionally turned the elixir in a slight arc, showing off his ability to form an elixir.

Jiang Sheng thought that he handled this matter very well, so he boasted of his master's skills and showed his strength.Another benefit was given to the two of them.

The two reached out to take the pill.

The man in gold was playing with the medicine bottle, with a sneer on his face, and was about to open his mouth, but was stopped by the man in blue.

The man in blue held the medicine bottle and cupped his hands: "It's easy to say, although Qimingcao is rare, it can't be called a natural treasure."

As he spoke, he walked towards Jiang Sheng's direction. The man in the golden coat was full of reluctance, but followed him step by step.

"However, the Seven Nether Grass contains a lot of spiritual energy. Seeing fellow daoists pinching it in their hands like this, I am afraid it will lose its efficacy." The man in blue wiped his belt, and a white jade box appeared in his hand.

He walked up to him and handed it to Jiang Sheng: "It's not rude to come and go, and now I got a pill from a fellow Taoist, so I will give this jade box to the fellow Taoist to store the spiritual grass, so that we can make a good relationship."

The man in gold turned his face to one side angrily, as if he was dissatisfied with the man in blue's behavior. In his eyes, how could the Return Qi Pill be worth the Qiming Grass?

Jiang Sheng raised his brows with joy. He did not have a jade box on him, but there was one in the temple. The last time he filled it with medicinal materials, he hadn't had time to go down the mountain to exchange for spirit stones.

However, he was even more envious of the other party's belt, which was a treasure with storage space. According to Master Sigui, only the head of the small sect usually had it.It is estimated that the Martial Arts must be elders or something.

Jiang Sheng saluted respectfully, and then reached out to receive it: "So, it's better to be respectful..."

The words are still between the lips and teeth, and the accident happens suddenly.

The jade box in the blue-clothed man's hand was filled with white light, attacking Jiang Sheng's chest!
The distance was too close, Jiang Sheng instinctively turned sideways to dodge, but was still hit.With a muffled snort, he flew back quickly, took out the throwing knife with his right hand, and threw it at the eyes of the man in blue.

The flying knife was covered with a layer of silver light, and it was in front of the opponent in an instant. It was not unpleasant, but it was still not enough.

The man in golden clothes reacted the moment the accident happened, and a flash of golden light blocked in front of the man in blue clothes. It was a sword.

The sharp point of the knife collided with the sword body, and there was a "ding", the silver light of the flying knife was dim, and it fell down, the sword body was still shining, without any scars.

As the jade box flew out, the man in blue shook his left hand, pointed a sword at Jiang Sheng, and muttered something.

Jiang Sheng exclaimed in his heart: "Oops!" Only now did he feel the injury in his chest. The jade box seemed to be a thousand weights, and his ribs should have been broken. The corners of the mouth flowed out.

This strength is comparable to that of the old ghost, even three points stronger!Definitely the golden elixir period, or even the Dzogchen period!

I'm afraid it's going to grow big today!
Jiang Sheng didn't have extra time to think, nor did he have any thoughts of fighting again, and the man in the golden coat was staring at him, obviously not easy to deal with.

What is the difference between him at this moment and the situation of the poisonous centipede half a quarter ago?It's just the jungle of the jungle.

Jiang Sheng fled in the air, mobilizing his true energy with all his strength, faster than when he was not injured.

The blue-clothed man's sword had already stopped in the air, and thunder burst from his tongue: "Quick!"

The sword exuded a grand white light, instantly covering the land around Jiang Sheng.

Before Jiang Sheng flew twenty steps, he was covered by white light.

In the light of the sword, Jiang Sheng fell like a torn sack on his head and feet as if struck by lightning.

From the jade box attack to Jiang Sheng's defeat, it took a few breaths in total!
Under the blow of the man in blue with all his strength, Jiang Sheng's dantian burst open in his abdomen, and the remaining true energy ran wildly in his body.

He barely controlled a small part of his true energy, and tried his best to activate the secret technique, which the dead ghost master found somewhere, and neither of them had ever used it.

Because once used, it means death.

With a "poof", Jiang Sheng fell to the ground like a dead dog, dust flying.A mass of translucent matter flew out from the head.

But the white light was still there, and the thing was burned by the sword glow, making a "chichi" sound, and it got out of the scope of the sword glow, and fled to the high altitude in the south, becoming more transparent.

"Huh?!" The man in gold was quite surprised: "Spiritual consciousness?!" He took out a small umbrella from his arms and was about to throw it into the air.

"No need!" The man in blue flipped his hand, and the sword was retracted into his body.

"It's not a Nascent Soul master, so I can't take it away at all." The man in blue picked up the Qiming grass, put it in a jade box, looked up at the south, and smiled faintly: "It's just a spiritual power secret in a Void Core Stage, maybe Can own a cockroach or something."

The golden man suddenly realized: "That's right, our elders said it. This kind of secret technique is meaningless."

"Unlike the separated Nascent Soul, which contains divine consciousness and true energy, it can take away low-level monks even after flying thousands of miles away."

He was right, when Jiang Sheng's master was about to die, his oil was exhausted, his true energy dissipated, and this secret technique could not be performed.

"Especially having been chopped off by Brother Feng's sword light, this remnant soul, I'm afraid even an ant's body can't take over." The man in gold stretched out his thumb.

"Haha, yes, he can't live for half an hour. There is no source of true qi for spiritual power, let alone flying away, even if you stop here, the aura will dissipate in an hour."

The man in blue threw the jade box to his companion and patted the dust off his hands, as if Jiang Sheng and Qimingcao were meaningless to him.

Yes, what he said earlier was true.For him, Qiming Grass is not a natural treasure.

It's only worth a few spirit stones, and dying for this kind of thing... This casual cultivator is sad.

……

It got dark.

One, two...Jiang Sheng's remaining mental power finally flew out of the continuous range of mountains, the speed became slower and slower, and it was almost too transparent to see.

The Qiming Grass is in the northern part of the mountain range, flying south and covering almost the entire Yunluo Mountain Range, which is more than a hundred miles in radius.

At this time, his consciousness began to blur, and he could no longer judge whether the enemy was chasing him, so he fled subconsciously, but he was almost unable to fly.

In less than half a moment, he will dissipate between heaven and earth.After nearly forty years of hard work, the aura that has been cultivated will return to ashes, dust to dust, where it came from and where it will go.

Finally, he couldn't fly even a foot away.The transparent remnant soul seemed to lose weight, like a solitary snowflake, quietly falling.

Old ghost, I'm coming to find you. You still have to bury me, but I'm going to die in this dark night sky.

Wushan Town, full of fireworks during the day, fell silent at night.Listen carefully, only the sporadic crying came from a small courtyard at the east end of the town, which attracted two nearby dogs barking.

"Birth! I'm sorry, Dad! ... Dad shouldn't have asked you to sign up!" The lame fifth sat on the ground, with muddy tears rolling down his cheeks, snot mixed with tears, and his voice was not so clear. It was like the roar of a wild beast.

"Father is looking forward to your long life... Father is wrong, father is wrong!" The lame fifth supported the small bed with both hands and kept shaking it.

On the bed was a boy with a pale complexion, lying there upright, the torn clothes were stained with mud and shoe prints, and there was a trace of red on the pillow.The rise and fall of the chest became slower and slower.

His name was Jiang Sheng. He was beaten during the day and hit the back of his head.

The doctor came to see him in the evening, rolled his eyelids, took his pulse, and told the lame fifth to prepare for the funeral.If water and rice do not enter, it is not even as good as "stuck".

When the doctor went out, he squeezed his beard and said to himself: "The qi and blood are blocked, the pulse is weak, the five senses are broken, and the soul is gone." He shook his head: "Hua Tuo is tied up, Bian Que is helpless!"

Seeing that Jiang Sheng was breathing out, but not breathing in, his chest gradually shrunk.

The lame fifth grabbed his hair remorsefully, and hammered his thigh straight: "Woo... son, don't blame dad when we get there... woo."

The lame fifth didn't pay attention. Of course, he couldn't see it even if he couldn't see it. His transparent mental power almost collapsed and fell into the small courtyard. When blown by the wind, he was almost sent to Jiang Sheng's bedside.

……

Half a quarter of an hour later, Jiang Sheng's chest seemed to tremble slightly amidst the wailing of the lame fifth.

(End of this chapter)