C240 The breeze rises without injury

That day, Mo Wushang led the people who led their detour to attack Violet Cloud Sect and the ten great Bane Stars to the forest. After the conflict ended, they quickly led the people and left the borders of the Azure Cloud Nation, so that they wouldn't be discovered by the officials of the Azure Cloud Nation and annihilated.

After a day of travel, they finally arrived at Qing Fu mountain. It was a quiet valley with many forks in the road.

Looking at the moon that was slowly rising, Mo Wushang inhaled a few mouthfuls of smoke, then laid down near the entrance of the valley, on a piece of dry sand, and said angrily: "Those bastards Yun Yi, they have always looked down on us, and have frequently ruined our plans, and it is already hateful enough, who would have thought that Jiang Kong would actually be even more hateful, and set us all up, truly hateful!"

When he finished speaking, he actually felt quite tired and closed his eyes.

The person who sat beside him, who was nearly fifty years old, was a big guy who had a full beard and was a little rough on the side, but he frowned and said: "Master, it's not that I'm talking about you, but that sloppy-looking Jiang Kong is a bunch of untouchable demons. The first time they came to look for us, I warned you not to get involved with them too much, and even less to follow them wholeheartedly, but you just didn't listen, and continued to help them do things.

After he finished speaking, he picked up a roll of smoke and started smoking with a frown.

However, the other man who looked to be around forty-four to fifteen years old said unhappily, "Big Senior, what you're saying is wrong. No matter what Master says, he's still our master, everything he does must be for our own good. You can't forget your roots, can you? "

Hearing his reproach, the big bloke let out a long sigh and said in a relatively calm voice, "I'm not forgetting my roots, I know that Master is very good to us, I just do not want everyone to be together with those monsters and ghosts, after all, their strength is above us, and their thoughts are also very hard to guess, once we have some conflict with them, they might eat us up."

After hearing what he said, many of the surrounding people nodded their heads in agreement.

Mo Wushang suddenly sat up and lightly patted his shoulder, then said with satisfaction: "Breaking in, or perhaps, I say, you are my favorite senior disciple, your thoughts are ordinary indeed, all of these are considered correct, from today onwards, I will definitely pay more attention and quickly adjust to many matters, we truly cannot, frequently interact with those demons and ghosts, after all, our strength is far inferior to them, and we do not have any magic power, so we can definitely contend against them."

After hearing what he said, everyone else nodded in agreement.

They took advantage of the opening that the sky wasn't completely dark yet and hurried into the valley. They started a fire and started cooking.

At that moment, a very strange shadow quietly floated into the valley while sticking close to the walls of the mountain. Soon, he went back and forth in the caves, but no one noticed him.

In the blink of an eye, it was already late at night. and the others, because of Yun Yi's group, had more or less suffered some injuries during the great battle, especially after he was knocked flying by the invisible powerful force of the Huang Tianyu.

After dinner, he went to a cave and started circulating his Qi to recover. At the beginning, he was too anxious and wanted to heal his injuries, but he was too quick and spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. It wasn't until late at night that he gradually calmed down.

And it was also at this time that the black figure suddenly floated over. Inside his cave, he used a pair of extremely strange eyes to look at the situation inside, then suddenly stretched his hand out to suck in Mo Wushang, the big smoked bag and pot. He casually stopped and placed his body on a big stone, and in a blink of an eye, he pounced behind Mo Wushang.

Although he did not make any sound while he was doing that, Mo Wushang, who was in the middle of recuperating, smelt his own smoke bag and pot. It was as if he was not by his side anymore.

Right at that moment, the black figure suddenly pressed his left palm on the top of his head and released a grey light. The light enveloped his entire body and quickly absorbed all of his power.

Who would have thought that such a thing would happen? Mo Wushang's eyes widened as he stretched his hand out to grab behind him, but in that moment, he actually lost too much of his energy. Although he managed to grab onto one of the person's leg, he was unable to use any strength at all.

The black shadow suddenly placed its right hand on the back of his heart, and with a series of 'peng peng peng' sound, it pointed at several of the acupoints behind him. He suddenly felt extremely comfortable throughout his body, to the point that he unconsciously closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.

However, because he had lost too much of his power, he said weakly, "The Qi Refining Art, old friend, I did not expect it to be you. It seems that for all these years, you have been pretending to be human, pretending to be other people, but for all these years, I have always been stupid, and have a lot of trust in you. You are really amazing, and you can really live up to the title of the number one hypocrite in the mortal world!"

After he finished speaking, he suddenly felt very tired and fell down.

The black shadow jumped to his side, using a very strange voice that could only be heard by the two of them, "You old fellow, you have lived a drunken life, and now you are finally awake, no matter what, we have been friends for many years, I will not be too cruel to you, I will accept your skill, but at most you can only live once, it's fifteen minutes, cherish it well, I will make you go away very comfortably, without any pain!"

After he finished speaking, he opened his hand and sucked Mo Wushang's smoke bag over. He placed some smoke into the smoke bag, lit it up, and placed it back in. Mo Wushang opened his mouth and picked up one of his hands, holding onto the smoke pipe, and with a wave of his hand, he wiped his eyes. Mo Wushang remained very calm.