Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 13 Qinghe Eight Styles at the Outer Gate

Chapter 13
Sun Jing pinched her waist with both hands, lightly lifted her white coat, her face was expressionless, and she looked extremely calm.

As the vice president of Qinglongshen Mental Hospital, Sun Jing was quite prestigious, yet he acted so indifferently that the young doctors spontaneously surrounded him.

This group has the highest level of culture, and is also the most desolate, so it needs a backbone.

There is only one thought in Sun Jing's mind: "The trousers are already wet, and the coat must be kept dry. This is the biggest thing in my life."

Compared with social death, time travel is not worth mentioning.

Compared with social death, mental illness is not worth mentioning.

Whether it is through time travel or acute mental illness, it is not as important as maintaining a decent life.

Weng Yuyu ran out of the Taoist temple, only to find that the surrounding desolation was unbelievable.

On Earth, even if temples and Taoist temples are not located in urban areas, they have already been developed into scenic spots, with all kinds of facilities in good condition and roads neatly repaired.

The Xuanlou Temple is located in a small mountain. There are no people or roads for dozens of kilometers around. There is a small path, overgrown with weeds, and very steep. People who are not accustomed to mountain roads dare not walk at all.

There are even vendettas in Xuanlouguan, and many people died. If there were people nearby, it would have been a big deal if it wasn't so desolate.

She is just a [-]-year-old girl, confused, crying anxiously, not daring to run around, and not daring to go back to the Taoist temple, she doesn't know what to do?

Fortunately, Weng Yuyu didn't hesitate for a long time, and saw several colleagues running out of the Taoist temple, and a security guard followed, and greeted him full of hope, shouting: "Are you here too?"

When a young nurse saw Weng Yuyu, she was shocked and said, "Yuyu, why did you ruin Yan Xi's poisonous hands?"

The security guard next to him turned dark, and muttered: "What do you mean we are here? Who wanted to come? We were harmed by Yan Xi's mental illness."

These young nurses chatted together and discussed for a while, and they unanimously decided to go back to the Taoist Temple first to meet the doctors.

Only the security guard who came out gritted his teeth and decided to continue walking along the path and leave this weird Taoist temple.

Yan Xi stood on the courtyard wall, looking at the group of little nurses who ran out. After all, he still had a conscience, and he was a little worried that these young girls would not be able to adapt to this ancient world.

Fortunately, there is a security guard following, who can help somewhat.

After a few nurses walked back and the security guard left along the path, he curled his lips and had a new understanding of human nature.

The few security guards who came across, except for the one who walked with the little nurse, all dispersed and wandered around in the Taoist temple, beating and beating, trying to find some ancient relics and make a small fortune.

Yan Xi wasn't worried either, he took the gold and silver tickets, black gold cassock, and a bottle of panacea with him, so he wasn't afraid of being touched by others.

Apart from the many dead people, there is nothing eye-catching in Xuanlou Temple.

The weapons of the gangsters, scattered silver and copper coins, and Yun Laodao's handwriting on qinggong, which are quite thick and inconvenient to carry, are scattered and hidden in Taoist temples.

In case someone finds it, it's time to give this group of people a little fun of time travel.

The time-traveling life needs a small surprise.

Anyway, when you leave, things must stay.

After dozens of minutes, almost everyone gathered beside the most "calm" Vice President Sun Jing.

The few security guards were very rewarding, and they were all very happy, and felt that it was not a loss to come here.

A security guard found Yunjizi's handwriting on Qinggong, flipped through it several times, and found that he didn't understand the words on it.

The writing in this world is somewhat similar to the ancient writing on Earth, but most of them are different, and he doesn't have a character card, so he can't understand it at all.

He handed it to Sun Jing with a smile, and asked, "Dean Sun, what is this thing written on? Is it a valuable antique?"

Sun Jing was carrying a coat, but didn't answer it at all, frowned, and said, "It's not an antique, it's a secret book of martial arts, and it should be something sold on Taobao."

The security guard didn't believe it, and strongly urged Sun Jing to take a closer look. How could Sun Jing put down his coat and show him this thing, snorted, and ignored it.

The security guard got annoyed and shouted, "Since it's useless, I'll tear it up!"

Just as the security guard was about to use his hands hard, he tore up the Qinggong Handbook.

Yan Xi couldn't stand it any longer. Although he didn't think Yun Jizi's handwriting on qinggong was so precious, but it belonged to him, how could it be easily damaged by others?
Yan Xi grabbed half a brick from the wall, shook his hands, and hit the security guard's wrist, knocking the Qinggong handbook to the ground.

A young doctor couldn't help shouting: "That idiot who has been silent has hit someone."

Yan Xi smiled and said nothing, and didn't answer other people's questions, because he wanted to keep his identity a mystery, but he didn't expect to be regarded as a fool?
He turned evil to the side of the gall and shouted angrily: "From today onwards, you are the disciples of the Xuanlou Guanwai Sect, and that handbook is the entry-level exercise of our sect——Qinghe Eighteen Forms."

The veteran Yunjizi is nicknamed Qinghe in the Cloud, and his lightness kung fu is called Qinghe Eighteen Styles, which must be appropriate.

Randomly naming Yunjizi's lightness kung fu, Yan Xi soared into the sky, chopping the bluestone ground with his big feet, and with the Bronze Elephant Kung Fu of the Great Perfection of his outer sect, he cracked the bluestone ground with one foot, with extremely vicious momentum.

With the help of this power, Yan Xi continued to threaten: "Ten days later, if you can't refine the first form of Qinghe Eighteen Forms, all of them will be sent to the Miscellaneous Hall, and they will go down to the mine to dig the Lingshi mine."

After saying this, Yan Xi's chest felt hot, and a stream of heat surged up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He hasn't healed from his internal injuries yet, so he's just spitting out like this, it's not wrong to vomit blood.

The Taoist priest Yanxi has a fat body, more than [-] meters high, jumping from the wall in mid-air, and stepping on the bluestone ground are all inhuman performances.

As for the spout of blood, it was even more brutal and bloody, but it calmed down the group of people.

Everyone looked at each other, and a young doctor picked up the handwriting of Qinggong and said, "Let me read it to everyone first! Although I can't understand many words, it's probably okay to read it."

Yan Xi's face turned red, and while wiping the blood, he thought viciously: "When you go back and say that you know martial arts, how can you explain that you are not mentally ill?"

There are surveillance cameras inside and outside the ward. The security guards saw that Yan Xi held Nurse Weng hostage and was about to call his colleagues to save her. The two of them suddenly disappeared. He almost thought that he had become mentally ill after working in a mental hospital for too long.

Sun Jing brought a group of people to make rounds, Yan Xi suddenly appeared, then disappeared suddenly, took away a group of colleagues, suddenly appeared again, suddenly disappeared, and took away a group of doctors.

The security guard in the monitoring room decided that he was seriously ill and dared not hide his illness from medical treatment, so he hurriedly called and reported it.

The doctor in the duty room who answered the phone said emotionally when he heard the security guard in the monitoring room: "Doctor, I found someone who can time travel, that is Yan Xi. The security guards took them away!"

The doctor on duty hung up the phone with black eyes, and cursed: "There must be someone who is greedy for cheap and hired a mental patient to be a security guard. This group of ignorant people dare to do this kind of thing, and sooner or later something big will happen."

"I'm going to complain to my superiors."

 This chapter has been written five times, from the perspective of several characters, it is not right, there are logical bugs, and it is not interesting.

  I stayed up all night, deleted almost [-] words, and it was almost five o'clock, and I wrote a chapter about the matchmaker in the sky, and I scheduled an update in the morning...

  But when I got up in the morning, I still felt that it was not good enough, so I deleted that chapter and rewrote the sixth edition.

  Ask for a monthly ticket, invest, collect...

  Thanks to the mechanical emperor for joining
  
 
(End of this chapter)

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