The sword is the devil

Chapter 1022
Xiaoman curled up in a corner of the ice crevice, crying about pear blossoms with rain, but his heart was abnormally calm.

She just looks like a mountain girl, but in fact, she has mastered some basic concepts in the six years of study in the Taoist Academy. At least she will not use the perspective of ordinary people to look at everything that is happening before her. vision, that's the key.

But she really failed to sense the pulsation of Qi, which gave the monk who captured her the illusion that she was an out-and-out ordinary mortal. Of course, ordinary mortal methods should be used for ordinary mortals, so there is no need to be too careful.

She was just thrown tens of feet away from the cultivator. She was neither bound nor acupuncture points were made. Such cold weather could not control the acupuncture points. If it is smooth, they will not even survive for an hour before they will be frozen to death.

It was enough that she was warned to stay within sight, and to a mortal, a Golden Core cultivator was a god.

Xiaoman knew that she couldn't do anything except show fear. She couldn't be more clear about the ability of a monk, but she was not a species at all, unless there was some change in the monk himself?
The timid observation perfectly showed the mentality of a mortal who is both scared and helpless and wants to run away, but she still has judgment in her heart.

This person is not a sword cultivator, not only in his clothes, but also in his actions; sword cultivators take good care of the mountain people near Dushan, and will not treat her like this.

Recently, a large number of practitioners have come to Dushan. I heard that some kind of meeting is going to be held, or the inauguration ceremony of the elder brother of the leader; so this person's extraordinary performance means something. Although she can't guess it, she is sure It's not a good thing, otherwise there's no need to bend in the ice crevice, looking like you're afraid of being discovered.

Her first feeling was to notify Jianmai, but she couldn't do it. She didn't have a messenger talisman, and she couldn't run away. Even if she was anxious, she couldn't change anything. She could only wait, just in case.

When she was studying in the Taoist hall, the teachers all praised her for her good attitude, and she is a young swordsman, but the attitude cannot solve everything, and it is meaningless if you can't feel angry.

She keeps moving and stomping her feet to keep her body warm. Even if she adapts to the environment like her, there is no guarantee that she can persist in the wild for more than three hours in such weather, unless the monk can provide her with some way to keep warm .

But this monk didn't.

She has heard a lot about the relationship between practitioners and mortals in the cultivation world, and she knows that monks generally don't want to have the lives of mortals on their hands, which is not good for their practice.

But this Taoist was indifferent to her life and death, completely letting her go, which made her have to consider the reason behind it?
It was too cold, and for the sake of testing, she quietly slipped away along the crevice of the ice, but soon, a huge force pulled her back, and fell hard to her original position.

"Run again, and I will kill you!" came the Taoist's cold voice.

Xiaoman wept softly, "I will freeze to death..."

The Taoist closed his eyes and didn't say a word, and there was no reaction; so Xiaoman understood why, the Taoist must be afraid that after providing her with heating utensils, he would attract the attention of the outside world because of his inspiration.

She is really in danger now, she can't run away, she can't send letters, and it's useless to shout in the deep ice crevice. With her limited ability, she really can't think of any good way to solve the predicament in front of her.

Could it be that the only way to die?But the problem is the current strength comparison between the two sides, the net will not be broken even if the fish dies.

But she won't just accept her fate, even if she dies, she still has to work hard, even if it's just an attitude!This Taoist didn't care about her life or death at all. Maybe the reason why she froze to death was because it was less karmic than killing her directly?
Looking at Taoist again, he couldn't restrain the hatred in his heart, and Taoist also trembled under her glaring gaze.

Of course, this is not because she practiced supernatural powers, but... this guy has a problem with himself now?

Restraining his beating heart, Xiaoman observed carefully... The Taoist was indeed trembling, and the trembling became more and more severe, his facial expression became ferocious, as if he was enduring great pain.

He was holding a stone tire in his hand, gripping it tightly and shaking badly. Several times the stone tire almost fell off, but he caught it again and repeated this action over and over again.

Xiaoman's heart was pounding, but she didn't choose to run away, but took a few steps forward bravely; this is what her instructor often praised her for, this woman has a natural spirit of adventure.

Could it be that the Taoist deliberately pretended to lure her into making mistakes?She immediately ruled out this possibility. With the huge difference in strength between them, there is no need for such troublesome and thoughtful things to deal with a mortal like her.

Then there must be some trouble, otherwise this person wouldn't be hiding here for no reason?There must be something hidden!

With a plan in mind, she knew that now was the moment to decide her fate, turning around and running was the easiest and probably the safest, but then what?With her current physical strength, it will take at least one or two days for her to climb out of the ice crevice and run the mountain road for dozens of miles. Will there be any delay?
Although they failed to join Jianmai, these Dushan natives have a good impression of Jianmai. They never bully them.

The mountain people are straightforward, and they pay attention to repaying their kindness, but how can they usually repay these practitioners who are flying around?

Now may be an opportunity!
She walked a few steps forward, and the Taoist was within reach, but the Taoist still didn't respond, and kept shaking there. Now, Xiaoman was finally convinced that she could do something!

No monk would tolerate being so close to others, and the Taoist didn't respond, which means he is too busy to take care of himself now!
She didn't use the wooden stick in her hand, nor did she want to use the short blade at her waist, because the teacher told them in the school that the body structure of practitioners is abnormal, and it is impossible for those mortal methods to cause any harm to them. What hurts, even if it is a sharp knife, you can't do it.

She took that to heart.

So what to do?
A simple reason is that what the other party cares about is his weakness, even if it means nothing to ordinary people?
This Taoist is suffering beyond words, but he is still holding on to that stone...

Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat, and he walked forward, taking advantage of the Taoist's unsteady grip, he dragged the stone tire back to the area...

The Taoist uttered an earth-shattering cry when he lost his stone fetus, and then his body visible to the naked eye shattered into a cloud of dust, leaving only bits and pieces on the ground;

Xiaoman himself was also taken by the power contained in the stone fetus, as if his body was being electrified, and now he was no longer cold, but extremely hot.

She couldn't describe this process, and she didn't know what happened. She only knew that when she came to her senses, the Taoist had already turned into ashes, but her physical condition was extremely good, and she was still holding the stone embryo tightly in her hand.

She was not greedy to pick up those odds and ends, she was afraid of accidents, so she just carried the stone tire on her back and quickly ran towards the falling rope.

She is going to inform the elder brother of the leader, hoping that there will be no delay.

(End of this chapter)