Chapter 117: The people in Xiaoquan Village are interested.

"Master, how do you say this?"

"The village chief next to him took the lead in speaking"

The rest of the people were curiously looking at the slightly thin old monk. Everyone seemed to be waiting for an explanation, an explanation that was optional but had to be said by someone.

The old monk slowly lowered his dead finger and looked at the dead tree thoughtfully. Many people behind him looked at the old monk's fingertips, and the faint redness was quietly attached to the dry skin.

Zhu Ruowei looked at the strange color through the gaps in the crowd, and the other person's voice came from his ears.

"The old monk passed by Xinlin Town. Yesterday, it rained heavily, and the sky was dirty, and the city was filled with resentment. Today, I just arrived here. I felt that my heart was very strange. After careful examination, I found that there was a white air in the village, and there was a faint image of Qingming."

While speaking, he heard a slight sound of encouragement, which led him to look at him. Everyone was shocked and looked at each other, but many people were puzzled and whispered to each other.

"Look, everyone, it's bleeding again!"

Only when Changqinggu was whispering reminders, everyone immediately attracted their eyes, and many people who couldn't see clearly also turned their heads and pushed them up.

The village chief was squeezed in front of him and looked shocked and watched the dead tree hang down a line of red tears, his face as if it were loess. The terror instantly spread all the people watching. Even the four immortal masters in Changqing Valley had different expressions and were particularly ugly.

"It's bleeding again... I've been dead for so many years, but I've really bleeding again."

"No way..."

"A sign of a disaster, it's cut."

…

The villagers were talking and their faces were different, but one thing was particularly consistent, that is, everyone seemed to agree to cut off this ominous object.

"Village Chief, cut it off"

"Yes, right"...

When everyone proposed, the village chief's frowns deepened a few more, but his eyes were still staring at the strange place that was slowly oozing out blood.

Seeing this, the old monk on the side couldn't help but feel tightened. Then he lowered his head and silently pronounced the Buddha's name, then turned to ask the village chief who was looking ugly on the side.

"I don't know what the tree has."

Hearing this, the village chief, who was already having a difficult face, looked old and old. He slowly turned around and his eyes faintly swept across the panic expressions of the villagers around him. He just sighed lightly, then looked at the gloomy weather around him, and said lightly

"Master, I'm going to tell you, this tree..."

Speaking of this, Ma Ming, who was standing aside, interrupted

"The village chief is old, let me take the lead."

After saying that, the two looked at each other, and in just a moment, the village chief silently lowered his head. At this time, Changqinggu and the other two also turned their heads and looked at the familiar senior brother in surprise.

It turns out that this small village has a long history here and has experienced many generations. This tree has taken root here earlier than any family. The village has developed for hundreds of years and has good weather and good health all year round. Over the years, people have even begun to worship this tree as a lucky thing.

But this kind of thing only lasted more than ten years ago.

When Ma Ming spoke this, his voice sank, and his originally calm face was now filled with pale sorrow that seemed to be caused by pain.

He was silent for a long time, and looked at the tree. At this time, the blood on the tree's body no longer continued to flow.

The dry branches were torn apart, and the creases were quietly hung with the vivid color that could not be worn out by one arm.

And at the roots at the bottom, the earth has greedily absorbed most of the best supplements to the mouth.

The yellow ground and the bright red blood, it did not move, nor did it move.

At this time, the village chief continued to take over the words. He sighed first, then quietly turned his eyes to look at the root of the tree.

"More than ten years ago, for some reason, the drought here was a long time ago, and many people moved away. Later, it seemed like retribution and rainstorms lasted for three days and three nights. When the rain stopped, people discovered that the tree had changed again."

Speaking of this, a little light appeared in the village chief's eyes, which seemed to be a past that was unbearable to look back on.

Ma Ming, who noticed the village chief's expression, continued to speak.

"The rain stops, and disaster is born!"

"Master Immortal!"

The village chief's voice opened his mouth anxiously and interrupted the other party, as if he was unwilling to listen to the other party's next thing.

Ma Ming looked at the other party's low head, smiled slightly, and then said slowly

"Later, a group of thieves came, and they slaughtered all the village..."

Speaking of this, Ma Ming looked at the group of strange villagers around him, and their faces were written with confusion and silence.

The old monk next to him seemed to know something, just chanted the Buddha's name gently, and then said lightly

"I don't know what happened at that time and what was related to this tree."

Hearing this question, Ma Ming snorted coldly, and then heard the village chief wave his hand and said

"Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong, it's just that the tree was struck to death by lightning that night."

"ah"

When the old monk heard this, he was also shocked and thought to himself why this tree has been left to this day since it died in the thunder more than ten years ago. But before he could say it, someone shouted loudly behind him.

"Village Chief, this tree is weird, I can't keep it."

"That's right, that's right, there is no tree in this world that can bleed, it's clearly a spirit."

"What is the essence? I see, there is an evil spirit."

"Oh, the trees have been dead for so long, and they should have been dealt with. The sir has been put on for a long time, so there must be a monster."

…

People's emotions were pulled up again for some reason, and everyone's voices were much higher than before and were much more firm.

Listening to the voices of the villagers behind him, Ma Ming's face was very serious, but he didn't say a word, just letting the other three brothers look at the increasingly excited villagers in confusion.

"Cut it, village chief! We're scared"

"Miss village chief, my child is only two years old, I don't want to have a person with three or two shorts."

...People were talking about their own worries one after another, as if this tree, which had been dead for more than ten years, had no right to choose the last cemetery.

Everyone was talking like a tiger, scrambling to sumo the village chief's brows. He just mumbled, but couldn't say anything.

The old monk on the side couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and said softly.

"Good, good!"

At this moment, a sound in front of your ears was chanting slowly with force and sound

"Trees are dead, and people are alive. Do you still hope that the blessings of this withered and dead thing will not be fulfilled?"

As a pair of hawk eyes looked fiercely, a few cold light flashed across the faces. Yuan Suiyun was swept by the sword body light, and he quietly looked at the other party with his eyes staring at the tree, as if there were thousands of hatred.

"Senior Brother Ma"

The person beside him whispered, but did not attract his attention.

"Don't be angry"

Listening to the enthusiastic words of the villagers behind him and placing all the other colors on the corners of his eyes, Ma Ming's heart could no longer calm down.

"What's the use of such an ominous thing?"

Ma Ming angrily said the last few words, then the long sword in his hand had swept out, with dozens of anticipation and surprise, without making a sound, just a white light for a moment.

Then, among countless expressions of amazement, the two halves of dead trees fell to the ground!

Zhu Ruowei and Yuan Suiyun looked at everything that happened in an instant, and they couldn't calm down for a long time. Yuan Suiyun looked at the man from Changqing Valley who was collecting his sword. Only from that moment just now, he had already faintly realized that this person's strength was not inferior to him.

Zhu Ruowei, on the other side, looked at the falling tree, and felt restlessness in his heart. The indescribable feeling made him feel surging. He didn't know why he felt this way, but seeing the blood on the ground and the speechless body, he felt sad.

The old monk who looked at all this up close was shocked and took several steps back. He looked at the rising star of Changqing Valley beside him incredibly, but what was even more shocked was another thing. Originally, he felt that this tree was the root of the white, but now it seemed that although the tree was strange, it had already been fully aware of it. However, the white was still there, which could have been a few traces of worry. On the other side, he was amazed at why this practitioner was so cold storage, which was really puzzling.

In the dullness of the villagers, the village chief shook his head repeatedly when he looked at Ma Ming. It was like this now, and he said nothing, just glanced back at the tree and glanced at the people around him, and had to wave his hand and said

"Forget it, forget it, it's all gone!"

The villagers dispersed and everyone turned their heads one after another. A man was just displeased and was about to say something to Yuan Suiyun who was standing at the front of the house. But before he could speak, Yuan Suiyun had already turned over and laughed repeatedly.

Just when the night approached, the two of them were still at a loss.

While standing quietly in front of a broken house at the entrance of the village in the cold wind, suddenly, Zhu Ruowei, who had a sharp ear, heard something softly.

"Master, do you have to go tonight?"

"Amitabha, I won't go tonight, I'm afraid there will be another change."

After only three or two breaths of silence, he heard Ma Ming's voice say again

"Since that's the case, then we are on the same road, so we can go with the master to have some advice."

At this moment, I heard the village chief's voice faintly say

"Why, you're leaving again just in such a short time!"

The other party did not answer, and was silent for a moment. Several deep shadows came slowly in the crowded places. At this time, Zhu Yuan and the others did not dodge, but just sat cross-legged in front of the broken house and watched several figures come slowly.

And where the other party is traveling, it is Jinjiling!

After a meeting, the other party obviously recognized the two of them. Several figures stopped. Under the night, the two did not go to see each other more, but just let the other party go to see them.

"The two young heroes, looking at their clothes and expressions, must be the ones in the right way. Could it be that they also want to capture the demon of the Palace of Eternal Life?"

Ma Ming's tone was very respectful. I guess he had already noticed the good origins and means of the two of them when they saw them in the daytime. Now that the other party appears here, he thinks that he must have come for this.

When Zhu Yuan and his two were at a loss when they heard what the other party said, they suddenly looked shocked and turned their faces away.

When the other party saw their reaction, they smiled and hurriedly started introducing.

But before the introduction was completed, the old monk on the side turned his head and found a red air ray of air spreading through the sky in the distance of Jinjiling. He shouted loudly, "It's not good, let's go quickly."

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