General, Madam Called You To Farm

  Chapter 728 Three little pit saints

   "Did you just say something to me?" Wei Qing changed the subject.

  Su Xiaoxiao said: "The snake bone flower is coming soon, and the antidote is a bit strong. I'll take care of the internal organs for my second brother first. Do you have a pen and paper?"

   Wei Qing nodded to the killer.

  The killer entered the room and brought a pen and paper.

  Su Xiaoxiao finished writing the prescription, and said to Wei Qing: "Bring three bowls of water to a high fire, and simmer until there is only one bowl left. Take it after meals, once in the morning and in the evening."

   Wei Qing smiled: "I'm sorry."

  Su Xiaoxiao waved her hand: "One family doesn't talk about two things. I also hope that the second brother can stand up as soon as possible. Xiyue is still waiting for the second brother to accompany her to fly the kite."

   A trace of longing flashed in Wei Qing's eyes.

  Yeah, why doesn't he look forward to that day?

  Can survive well, can stand up from the wheelchair.

   Seemingly seeing his inner thoughts, Su Xiaoxiao said firmly: "That day won't be too far away. When I get the snake bone flower, I will immediately make the antidote for my second brother!"

  After bidding farewell to Wei Qing, Su Xiaoxiao got into the carriage and went to find Leng Ziling with Mei Ji.

  The king said that he was not big, and he was not small. Leng Ziling might not be able to find Wei Xu, and they might not be able to meet Leng Ziling.

  But today I don't know whether it should be a coincidence, Wei Ting bumped into Leng Ziling as soon as he went out.

  Wei Ting wore a mask.

  Leng Ziling didn't recognize him.

   However, as soon as they fought, Leng Zijun noticed something was wrong.

   After all, the two of them have actually fought each other in the arena, and it is impossible not to recognize each other.

   Wei Ting patted Leng Ziling on the shoulder.

   Leng Ziling swung his scabbard to block the palm, and at the same time, he jumped onto the roof with his toes.

  He looked at Wei Ting condescendingly: "Yes, you?"

   Wei Ting glanced wantonly at Leng Ziling, and jumped up to the roof with lightness kung fu.

   It was just nightfall, but the street was already crowded with people. Some people noticed this side and looked over curiously.

   Wei Ting said provocatively: "Fighting here will easily cause unnecessary casualties. How dare you follow me in another place?"

  Leng Ziling didn't speak, and killed Wei Ting with a sword.

   Wei Ting stomped on his toes and flew away.

  Leng Ziling stepped forward to catch up.

  The two flew over the eaves and walls, gradually moved away from the noisy market, and came to a secluded fork in the road.

  To the east is a market, but it is only open in the morning, and it closes at noon at the latest.

   At this time, the market was empty, and not even a mouse could be seen.

  Leng Ziling's sword energy was like a rainbow, and he greeted Wei Ting one after another.

   Wei Ting dodged flexibly and jumped into the empty market.

   Wei Ting tried to provoke Leng Ziling while observing the terrain.

   It has been two months since the two last fought, and Wei Ting clearly felt that Leng Ziling's moves had changed compared to before, becoming more tricky and fierce.

  He used to be a master, but now he is more like a killer who takes people's lives.

  His inner strength is also thicker.

   It seems that I have taken the medicine from the Temple of the Holy Maiden.

  When Leng Ziling slashed with his sword again, Wei Ting stepped forward, kicked up the wall, did a backflip to avoid Leng Ziling's sword energy, and jumped over Leng Ziling's head.

  The moment he landed, he finally pulled out the saber at his waist, and stabbed back with his backhand.

   Leng Ziling almost fell for the trick.

   Is this Wei Ting's strength?

   It's really impressive.

   But, that's all.

   Wei Ting's death date has arrived.

  He wants to avenge his father.

   Leng Ziling's spirit sank to his dantian, and with all his internal energy, he slashed at Wei Ting with his sword.

   Wei Ting frowned.

   Leng Ziling's internal strength has increased again!

  What kind of medicine did the Temple of the Holy Maiden give those people?

  How can people's martial arts be improved to such a degree in a short period of time?

   Wei Ting took the sword, but his arm was slightly numb.

  Leng Ziling didn't give Wei Ting a chance to catch his breath.

   Three sword strikes in a row, a drop of blood flowed out from the corner of Wei Ting's mouth.

   Just as Leng Ziling was about to slash the fourth sword, a row of sharp hidden weapons galloped from behind him.

   Leng Ziling had no choice but to turn around and use his long sword to meet those hidden weapons.

  The hidden weapon was smashed to pieces.

  Mei Ji snorted coldly: "Also, look at the trick!"

   Another row of hidden weapons was shot.

  Mei Ji is not a top expert in close combat, but her hidden weapons are first-class.

   Wei Ting took the opportunity to rush over.

   Leng Ziling felt a little troublesome.

   At this moment, a white silk came across the sky, and hit Mei Ji's back hard.

  Mei Ji spit out a mouthful of blood immediately.

  Mei Ji fell from the roof and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

  The saint put away the white silk and landed steadily in front of Meiji.

  At this moment, Wei Ting is too far away from Mei Ji, beyond reach.

  He was going to throw the long sword, but was stopped by Leng Ziling.

  The saint wore a veil, only revealing a pair of cold and dangerous eyes, walking towards Meiji step by step.

   Meiji couldn't move.

  The saint raised her hand indifferently, and slapped Meiji on the forehead with a palm.

   Phew!

  An arrow was shot in the air, carrying a murderous aura.

  The saint's eyes moved, and she raised her arm.

  The arrow pierced through her sleeve and nailed heavily to the wall.

  The arrow tail swayed violently, leaving an afterimage, which shows its strength.

  Su Xiaoxiao stood on the attic, drew the bow and arrow again, aiming at the eyebrows of the saint.

  The saint looked at Su Xiaoxiao coldly, and finally gave up on killing Mei Ji, throwing countless tiles to block Su Xiaoxiao's sight.

  Su Xiaoxiao knew that she would not be able to shoot her again, so she stopped confronting her, turned around and led her away.

  Su Xiaoxiao has just learned Qinggong not long ago, and he is not familiar with the life and place in southern Xinjiang, so he was quickly overtaken by the saint.

  The saint blocked her at the entrance of an alley: "Where are you going?"

  Su Xiaoxiao said seriously: "Don't come here! This is the street, so many people are watching, even if you are a saint, you can't kill people in the street!"

  The saint said coldly: "You assassinated the saint. For this crime, this saint can punish you on the spot!"

  This is the truth. The saints of southern Xinjiang are sacred and cannot be offended. In the laws of southern Xinjiang, there is a crime of disrespecting the saints, and the saints do have the right to deal with offenders.

  There is a dead end behind Su Xiaoxiao, and there are eaves on both sides. The possibility of jumping over the saint on the opposite side and rushing into the crowd on the street is almost zero.

  She has another escape route, which is to hide in the pharmacy.

  But if you reveal your secrets in public, you will be burned as a monster.

   What's more, the pharmacy has a time limit, and it will be thrown out in a while.

  The saint walked towards Su Xiaoxiao.

   Just when she was about to tie up Su Xiaoxiao with white silk, a milky cry suddenly came from a side room on the second floor facing the street: "Mother!"

  The call was clear and loud, and the people on the street looked at Xiaodouding all of a sudden.

   "Where is mother?"

   Dumb asked.

   "There, there!" Xiaohu lay on the window sill, grabbing Su Xiaoxiao's hands vigorously, "Mother! Mother!"

  Er Hu and Er Hu also started calling mother.

   It was the first time for the common people to see such cute children as Yuxue, and they only felt that they saw the fairy boy sitting on Guanyin, and they were still triplets!

   This is too rare!

  Su Xiaoxiao smiled, then took a step back, and said loudly to the saint: "Holy girl! They call you mother!"

  The saint was taken aback.

   Everyone also looked this way.

  Su Xiaoxiao exclaimed exaggeratedly: "It turns out that the rumors are true! You, the majestic Southern Border saintess, really got married with human babies and gave birth to triplets!"

  The saint sternly said, "I don't!"

  Su Xiaoxiao was heartbroken: "Why do they call you mother if you don't have one? Children don't lie!"

   As she spoke, Su Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at the three little bean dings.

   "What did you just call? Say it again!"

  The three little ones are obedient: "Mom!"

  Saint: "...!"

   Everyone: "…!"

   Before, I was treated for sleep disorders. I went to the central hospital this afternoon and was diagnosed.

   The doctor prescribed antidepressants and told me to take them on time so that I should not demand too much from myself.

  (end of this chapter)