Legendary Pharmacist

Time passed bit by bit, the people in the open space of the post station looked at me and I looked at you, no one wanted to be the first bird. Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin sat on the rocks and waited, while Master Mingzong stood there, staring at the crowd intently.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, someone finally couldn't bear it and said loudly: "Don't waste your time, everyone, everyone is here to look for Longya, what's the use of standing here."

Not long after this person finished speaking, someone in the crowd said again: "That's right, we are not the first batch to arrive at Jingpu Cliff. The people who came before have already rushed to the place where Longya was born, everyone, wait any longer. Didn't you give up the magic soldiers?"

These words made the originally quiet crowd lively, and the cultivators discussed with their companions one after another, and soon, some people shouted in agreement.

"It makes sense, we can't waste time here, we should rush to the place where we were born first."

"That's how it should be. When Long Ya is born, everyone can grab it according to their abilities."

Even though they were saying this, no one was willing to leave, and no one wanted to gamble with their lives.

At this time, a group of practitioners stood up, and the young man at the head suggested: "Everyone, since no one is willing to take risks, it is better to set a rule. Let's all set off together. As long as someone makes the first move, the rest will kill him together..."

"Hmph, what's the use of talking about the rules? It's not about taking risks."

Even though the words were interrupted, the young man was not angry, he bowed his hands and saluted: "This comrade said well, someone really needs to take this risk."

Then he pulled out the long sword on his back and flashed the cold light on the blade: "Here are twelve Wenjianzong disciples, take risks, let's come. If anyone wants to break this rule, they can try Wenjianzong's Swordsmanship."

After finishing speaking, the young man led the disciples of the same clan behind him, set up Liu Guang and flew down the mountain first. Since some people are the first birds, how can the rest continue to waste money. Everyone took out their magic weapons and weapons, and set up Liu Guang to follow.

Ming Kong Zi Lin looked at Master Ming Zong, and reminded in a low voice, "Old Man Ming Zong, they are leaving."

Master Ming Zong nodded: "Well, let's go down the mountain and walk the mountain road."

Mingkong Zilin felt strange about this decision, but she dared not object for fear of making another mistake.

Under the mountain peak of the post station, the water vapor became more and more thick, and after walking a long way, his face felt wet. Practitioners kept flying overhead, and even if they saw people walking on the mountain road, they didn't have time to stay or talk to them.

After walking forward for about an hour and a half, Zheng Qiu could vaguely hear the sound of rumbling water in the distance, presumably Jingpuya was approaching soon.

Suddenly Master Mingzong stopped in his tracks, he opened his hands to block Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin behind him, and kept scanning the forest in front of him. Crack, Mingkong Zilin stepped on a dead branch, and the crisp sound of the dead branch snapping was so obvious in the dark forest in the evening.

"Who is it!" From the bushes under the tree trunk in the front left, a white light burst out, heading straight for Master Mingzong. Sure enough, there are people, the apprentice and the girl are behind, this trick cannot be avoided.

Master Mingzong took two steps, pressed down with his right hand, and swept his left hand to the side of Bai Guang. In an instant, a pale yellow halo lit up from the position of his dantian, and quickly moved to his left palm, and then his left palm exploded with a flash of earthy yellow light, heavily hitting the side of the white light.

There was a bang, like a wooden hammer striking a gong, and the white light dissipated immediately. A long ruler-shaped knife flew out in circles and was nailed to a tree trunk in the distance.

The long knife was released, and the person holding the knife hurriedly turned over in the air, stopping the momentum of the forward charge.

While falling towards the bushes, the man called out to his companions loudly: "It's a master, let's go together!"

As soon as the words fell, the bushes in front of him began to shake again. Master Mingzong was shocked. If there were still people, the two children would not be able to protect them. He shouted: "Wait! We're not here to fight for Dragon's Teeth!"

Hearing this, the other party immediately raised his hand, signaling the companion who had just rushed out of the bushes to stop attacking.

One, two, three, four...Master Ming Zong counted, there were seven of them, plus the one who was shot flying with the long knife, there were eight people in total, which is quite a lot.

The person at the very beginning took a few steps forward. He was a middle-aged man in a blue-gray tight short jacket. He wore an iron-gray metal mask on his face. There was only half of the mask, revealing the other half of his face.

The man slowly leaned towards the tree with the long knife nailed on it, and at the same time asked cautiously: "Who are you guys? Why should I trust you?"

Master Ming Zong tugged on his imperial uniform, and showed the other party the cloud-shaped pattern on his chest: "We are members of Qianyunzong, look at this. You always know Qianyunzong, we never participate in any battles .”

The man's footsteps stopped, but he still didn't relax his vigilance: "Of course I know Qianyunzong, but how can I determine the authenticity based on the clothes alone."

Seeing that the other party was willing to communicate, Master Ming Zong heaved a sigh of relief. He moved his body and pointed to Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin: "Look, I still have two children with me. This child must not be fake."

The man looked at the two children carefully, and then asked his companions to put away their weapons, and the tense atmosphere disappeared.

The man cupped his hands and bowed to Master Ming Zong: "Senior, I've offended you so much just now, I'm really sorry."

Master Ming Zong waved his hands again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just what are you guys doing hiding in the bushes, don't you go to Jingpu Cliff?"

"We must go to Jingbao Cliff. To tell you the truth, our sect is at war with the Black Shadow Valley, and we are here to avoid the masters of the Black Shadow Valley."

As he said that, the man took out a bulging bag from the bushes, "Do you have any pills for wound healing on your senior? I'm willing to pay a lot of money to buy them."

Master Ming Zong shook his head and pushed the bag back, took out a small bottle from his arms and threw it to the man: "I have the healing pills, but the quality is not high, so I still won't accept the money."

He pulled Zheng Qiu and Mingkong Zilin into the distance, and said, "Since you are avoiding the enemy, we won't stay any longer, and see you again."

The man bowed deeply: "Senior, I have written down this kindness, and when we meet again, I will definitely repay it."

After walking for a while, the sound of rumbling water became clearer, and Jingpu Cliff was just ahead. Master Mingzong stopped again, raised his head and looked left and right.

Seeing this situation, Mingkong Zilin was very nervous, a faint halo appeared on her body, obviously she was practicing martial arts: "Ming, old man Mingzong, do you have enemies again?"

"No."

Master Ming Zong's answer seemed to have cut Ming Kong Zilin's tense nerves, and she froze for a moment, blinking her eyes and wondering if Ming Zong was comforting herself.

"There are really no enemies."

"Then, what are you looking at?"

Master Ming Zong walked under a big tree, patted the thick trunk and replied, "Pick a tree to spend the night, it's too dangerous to go there at night, I can't protect you."