Biography of the Immortals

Chapter 3 Second Senior Brother, Master Is Dead
The night sky is full of stars, and the long wind is whimpering and desolate!
Yan Xi coughed twice and spit out a small mouthful of blood. When he wiped his mouth, he was a little dazed. Spitting up blood is not a good sign. He was healthy the last time he came here.

A childish voice cried anxiously: "Second senior brother! You are awake. Master is gone, if you are gone, what will I do!"

It was only then that Yan Xi realized that he had an extra "small pendant", which was not there last time.

Xiao Daotong, who threw himself on Yan Xi's body and cried, had a beautiful face, his face and body were covered with mud, and he didn't know how many times he rolled on the ground.

Yan Xi touched his whole body, but he didn't find anything hot on his body. He felt a little comforted, and observed the surrounding environment.

In the dilapidated main hall, there were several places where the skylight leaked out. It was already late at night outside, and the starlight sprinkled down along the cracks in the roof.

The three god statues in the center of the main hall had a lot of paint falling off, dust was everywhere, and a coffin was parked in the empty space. The board was very thin, and the paint was only a shallow layer, and the paint was uneven. It looked very cheap. look.

This coffin is brand new, and it is estimated that the dead people inside should be like this.

These are similar to last time, last time he was frightened by this coffin.

Beside the coffin were six or seven corpses, all of them dressed as high-ranking thugs, with stout bodies and fierce faces. The bloodstains on the corpses were still fresh, and they were piled up with several weapons. The cold light was dazzling, which is rare. weapon.

These things were "really" absent last time.

Yan Xi was startled, and couldn't help cursing: "I'll fuck you!"

"I feel that this ancient world is not right."

"What's wrong with this shit?"

"Why are there more dead people besides the coffin?"

"The little Taoist said just now that our master is gone."

"Am I guarding the spirit?"

"Which ones beside you are funeral objects?"

"The Taoist priests in this world play very cruelly!"

Yan Xi suppressed his doubts and felt the body again.

This fat little Taoist priest is not yet an adult, about fifteen or sixteen years old, tall and strong, weighing more than two hundred catties, [-] meters hanging zero, wearing a fat Daoist robe, which is covered with blood stains. hurt.

Yan Xi took a deep breath, and just wanted to ask his "little pendant", what happened here?Venus popped up in front of my eyes, my brain started beating again, my brain was boiling, and countless words appeared in the air.

Role: Taoist (Yanxi)

Name: Huang Shao

Shouyuan: 15/15
Division: Snow Mountain School
Master: Taoist Nine Cranes

Taoism: none
Martial arts: Snow Mountain School breathing technique (beginner), White Ape Boxing (proficiency: 78%), Bronze Elephant Kung Fu (great success: 15%), Iron Bone Kung Fu (proficiency: 23%)

Talent: Bronze Skin and Iron Bones

Skills: none

Items: none
Character Card: Taoist (Yanxi) Original Storyline:
Taoist Jiuhe passed by Niujia Village and found Huang Shao, a young man from a poor family. He was born with copper skin and iron bones.

Not long after Taoist Nine Cranes accepted his disciples, he discovered that Huang Shaokong had a good foundation, but he was dull and not very intelligent, and he couldn't learn Taoism or swordsmanship.

In desperation, he used the six-stroke swordsmanship to replace his stupid apprentice with three outside martial arts—White Ape Fist, Bronze Elephant Kung Fu, and Iron Bone Kung Fu!Let Yanxi use his clumsy strength to practice his foreigner's kung fu.

I hope that this stupid apprentice will one day cultivate his true energy from the outside to the inside, and then teach the advanced martial arts of the Snow Mountain School.

A few days ago, an enemy gathered a dozen gangsters to seek revenge.

In order to protect the two young disciples, Taoist Jiuhe fought with all his might, relying on his exquisite swordsmanship, beheaded seven masters in a row, forced back several of the most powerful enemies, and suffered heavy injuries himself.

The old Taoist priest knew that his fate was not long, and after explaining his funeral, he passed away, leaving behind a dilapidated Taoist temple and two young apprentices who hadn't achieved much...

"I am Taoist priest Yanxi!"

Yan Xi looked thoughtfully at the small pendant on his body.

Duan Kegui, a disciple of Taoist Nine Cranes, had left his teacher a long time ago and was not in Xuanlouguan, so beside Taoist Nine Cranes, only his second apprentice Yanxi and the younger apprentice Yuechi were around.

The small pendant is Daotongyue Pool.

As an author of online articles, Yan Xi's reading speed is quite fast. The whole story line is equivalent to an outline of an online article. The story is quite complete, and he quickly understood the general idea.

Yanxi is not talented. Although he practices hard, his martial arts are only second or third rate. Although Yuechi has obtained the true biography of Taoist Nine Cranes, he is too young to fight.

Nurse Yanxi was eager to block the palm of Liang Mengchun, a fiercer from Hanshan, for her master.

The younger brother Yuechi buried the master, and moved the corpses of the gangsters who were killed by the master from other places in the Taoist temple, and only then did Yan Xi see the horrifying scene.

Yuechi obviously couldn't see the words floating in the air, so he rushed to the side of the second senior brother crying, with a worried expression on his face, fearing that the second senior brother would disappear.

Yan Xi comforted the little pendant, and carefully read the story line again.

According to the original story line, several hours later, the two enemies came back and saw that Taoist Nine Cranes was dead. In order to press Xueshan to send swordsmanship, they tortured and tortured the two little Taoist priests, and finally dismembered them. Yanxi and Yuechi died. miserable.

Seeing this, Yan Xi broke out in a cold sweat, and said resentfully: "There are still a few hours, and I will play with this crying little Taoist boy, and die a miserable death. What kind of underworld script is this?"

"I'm going back to the mental hospital."

"The doctors in the hospital are all professionals, and the nurses are also very patient. Although they will give me medicine, needles, and electric shock therapy, the real damn ones don't know how to torture, and even play dissection!"

"Actually...the food in the mental hospital is pretty good."

Yan Xi glanced at the weeping Yuechi, a little unbearable, and said in his heart: "This child is so miserable, but unfortunately I can't take him away."

"I'll stay with him for a while longer, and wait for the enemy to come to the door before leaving."

"It can be regarded as hospice care, let's send some warmth."

"I can't do anything else."

He patted Xiao Hangang on the shoulder, sighed, and said, "Yuechi, don't cry yet, and find out if there is any wound medicine in the temple."

Yuechi got up sobbing, and after a while came back with two plasters, and said: "Master took all the best wound medicines, only two plasters."

Yan Xi said: "Go and help me melt away."

He took off his taoist robe and looked down, there was a green palm print on his chest, full of fibers, like palm lines, exuding a faint cold air, as if it would jump out of his chest, and hit his face with a palm.

Yan Xi thought in his heart: "It turns out that he vomits blood only after being hit by this palm. What kind of martial art is this? It can actually deal ice damage! I don't know if it can be cured well."

Junior brother Yuechi ran to the side of the main hall, baked the plaster on the ever-burning lamp, and carefully pasted the plaster on his brother's chest.

　Really no manuscript.

　　Now writing things that require strong logic, the thinking is very slow, and the story of a chapter needs to be considered repeatedly so that there will be no big logic bugs.

　　Thanks to Master Sanxian for being the leader of the alliance, and also thanks to old friends Steam Cactus, Joram, Xingheng, the past has passed away, and the little book boy for their support...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)