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Chapter 227 The rain begins in mid-spring, and insects appear on peaches and plums

"If it is really the people from Liuji Hall who say that there is evil here, then we have no reason not to believe it. Liuji Hall has always been a representative of killing demons and supporting justice. If Liuji Hall can come to Qingxia Mountain, it will naturally be able to return the favor. There is justice in Qingxia Mountain."

"What kind of justice? If you say it this way, wouldn't our Qingxia Mountain really become a place of evil and evil?"

Ziteng's eyes were red, and she could no longer hold back her resentment.

When did Qingxia Mountain suffer such injustice? These people have never said a good word since they appeared here. I really don’t know why these people are still left on the mountain. Why not rush down the mountain early? If the master is here, what will happen to these people? It could be so presumptuous.

If Senior Sister Liu Ying takes over the position of head, she will never allow these people to talk nonsense here and make up things out of thin air.

Qingxia Mountain is a famous mountain that has been praised by the emperor.

In the early years, the emperor would go to Qingxia Villa in Dongmai every year to escape the summer heat. Qingxia Mountain has always been respected by others and has never been so humiliated.

Just when Ziteng and everyone were almost arguing, one person suddenly screamed, as if he had seen a ghost. Then he rolled on the ground with his knees in his arms, foaming at the mouth, his back kept twitching, and his whole body was twisted into a ball. A ball of rope.

Upon seeing this, Mei An immediately flew out two silver needles from his sleeves. The silver needles stabbed the man's back impartially, which calmed him down.

But this calm was no better than the previous convulsions. This calm had a frightening aura of death.

"It's a ghost, it's a ghost."

The timid man cried and rolled back again, and was about to be pushed to the side of the road going down the mountain.

Ziteng said angrily: "If you're afraid, you might as well go down the mountain. Staying on the mountain won't help you much."

"Shut up." Liu Luo shouted sharply.

"Yeah, no one can go down the mountain."

Mei Shuangping jumped up and stopped in front of the staggering man.

"What sect? How can you bear the heavy responsibility of protecting the martial arts world if you are so worried?"

After saying this, a whisk stirred up the dust, and a strange fragrance floated in waves.

"What does it smell like?" Ziteng muttered.

"Hold your breath and concentrate, don't talk." After Liu Luo said this, he immediately followed suit.

Although I don’t know what this strange fragrance is, it comes from the disciples of Meishan Temple, so it’s better to be cautious.

Everyone was panicked when they saw someone suddenly acting like this.

Because of the previous incident at Anyuan Hall, everyone is thinking in their hearts at this moment that if the incident at Anyuan Hall happens again, I am afraid that this time, they all will die in Qingxia Mountain.

The slightest disturbance may make more than 100 people here feel restless and lose direction.

Everyone is thinking about what to do if it turns out to be like Anyuantang.

"No one can go down the mountain." When she was worried, she heard Mei Shuangping say again, "This person has also been poisoned by evil spirits. I'm afraid his whole body will become stiff soon, just like the young man lying on the ground."

"How is this good?"

"Yes."

"It's better to go down the mountain early."

Hearing the whispered complaints, Mei Shuangping dusted herself off again, and a gust of cold wind blew on the speaker's face.The man immediately covered his mouth and did not dare to say anything.After Mr. Jiuwen adjusted his breath, he felt that his breath was relaxed and nothing serious. He naturally saw what happened just now, but he was not afraid.

He has long known that it is useless to be afraid of things in the world. The only way to not be afraid is to find the most appropriate solution.But he never takes it lightly. Although fate is not good for him, luck seems to take good care of him.Jiuwen believes that as long as you are careful, you can see the essence of everything and find the most advantageous side.

Although he was not the one who was poisoned, and he controlled the strange smell out of his body in time, he really did not dare to take it lightly.

He stood up slowly, keeping his energy concentrated in the most critical meridians of his body to prevent immune diseases and anything suspicious from entering his body.

This technique is called Xuan Feng.The art of Xuan Feng was something Jiu Wen was lucky enough to learn by chance.

After that incident, Jiuwen realized how bad fate had been to him and how good luck had been to him.

This Xuanfeng technique was taught to him by an old man collecting firewood in the mountains when he almost died.

At that time, he didn't pay much attention to who the old man was, which became his biggest regret in the future.

At that time, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. One day, he was chased by his enemies and fled all the way into the mountains near Dongting. He was already scarred. Not only did his external injuries look very serious, but his body was also damaged internally due to the force of the palm. .He huddled in the cave and lay dying, not daring to go out until dark.

With the moonlight in the sky, the night in the mountains is like a fairyland.An old man walked slowly, even more like an immortal soaring into the mountains.

When the old man saw Jiu Wen almost unconscious in the cave, he asked kindly: "What's wrong with you? Are you seriously injured? I think you are seriously injured. If you don't get treatment, you will die soon."

The old man did not touch his body, nor asked him his name, nor even lit a fire in the cave.

Just like this, under the moonlight, Jiu Wen vaguely heard some rustling and tapping sounds of stones.

The old man pounded some herbs for Jiuwen. These herbs were somewhat cold and some warm when applied on Jiuwen's body.

Jiu Wen was only fourteen or fifteen years old at the time, and his body was already weak. He should not have been able to survive such an injury.

He woke up and fell into coma like this. It wasn't until the next day, when the morning light showed golden light in the mountains, and the singing of birds reached Jiu Wen's ears, that he opened his confused eyes and saw a white-haired but pale-faced man. But like a young man, he sat quietly at the entrance of the cave.

He staggered and reluctantly got up, moved to the entrance of the cave, and looked at the old man.

The old man said nothing, just stared at a branch in his hand.

After a while, "Fortunately it snowed last night," the old man said.

Jiu Wen had no idea about the snow last night and could only nod silently.He was still afraid that his enemies who were chasing him might still be waiting at the foot of the mountain, so he asked, "Where does the master come from?"

The old man did not answer.

Jiu Wen wanted to ask again, but he saw new shoots sprouting from the old man's hand. Then, in front of him, less than half a step in front of him, the branch that was already withered grew again. Several buds appeared, and finally, two peach blossoms bloomed.

Jiuwen rubbed his eyes and took another look. Really, that's right, the branch was blooming again.

If it wasn't a miracle it must be a spell.

No one can make a dry branch bloom with flowers, let alone from buds to full bloom in such a short period of time.

This is not how nature should be. Everything has its own rules. When it rains, peaches and plum blossoms bloom; when thunder occurs, stinging insects begin to move.

No one can do whatever he wants against nature, but the old man did it.With a pair of hands, the dead branch was brought back to life.

(End of this chapter)