Chapter 17: Sudden Rain and Strong Wind, the Demon Taoist Descends the Mountain

Beside a small pond outside the village.

A figure stood under the scorching sun, holding a long sword, and constantly making one move after another on the sand. At first glance, it seemed a little clumsy, but if you look closely, there seemed to be some tricks in it.

"No, too tired, I can't stand it anymore."

Ding Yi stopped moving, panting and came to sit under the shade of the tree, picked up the gourd beside him, unplugged it, and gulped it down.

Since he got the sword technique a few days ago, Ding Yi came to this small pond to practice every day during the day, focusing on a rainy day, in order to make a breakthrough as soon as possible.

The long sword in his hand was a refined long sword reinforced with a piece of iron sheet, which took him three months of life.

At the beginning, Ding Yi was also very interested in sword techniques. He could practice for three or four hours a day, that is, three hours in the morning and three hours in the afternoon.

But after a few days, his whole body was sore, and now he couldn't hold on for an hour, and he was tired and panting, sweating like rain.

"This is fucking terrible. Those people in novels practice for a whole day. It's pure bullshit!"

Ding Yi leaned against the tree trunk, put down the gourd, and complained while panting.

"This is troublesome. Although practicing this sword technique does feel quite smooth, I don't know how effective it is. There is no concept of realm at all."

Ding Yi pulled the grass on the ground, a little upset.

But compared to these, there is another thing that makes Ding Yi feel a little troublesome.

That is, in the past few nights, he can clearly feel that the number of ghost shadow claws pouring into his house has been reduced a lot. Even if he specially prepared a bowl of beast blood, he can't attract more ghost shadow claws, which means that his source of life growth is limited.

"Will I kill them all?"

Ding Yi became more and more panicked as he thought about it. After all, once this thing is gone, he really doesn't know where to get life to support his own enhancement.

"No matter, I'll observe it recently."

Ding Yi sighed helplessly, then stood up, twisted his sore wrist, and then picked up the knife to continue practicing.

On the other side, Baiyun Temple.

In the main hall in the center of the temple, Bai Yunzi sat cross-legged on a cushion, with his hands pinching the hair seal on his knees, his eyes slightly closed, and he was muttering something.

Suddenly, he seemed to notice something, and slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the direction of the door.

"Brother, do you want to call me for something?"

A voice came into the hall, and then Qing Yunzi walked in from the outside.

"The statue at the foot of the mountain seems to have a problem. The blood evil has not increased in recent days, and even has weakened. Please go to the temple."

Bai Yunzi said slowly.

"Oh? Is there such a thing?"

Qing Yunzi frowned and said slowly.

The blood statue buried in the ground of Xiaotan Village was brought by Bai Yunzi from the subjective, and it was connected to his mind. Even if it was dozens of miles away, Bai Yunzi could have a faint perception of the statue.

"Brother, don't worry. I'll go down the mountain right now."

Qing Yunzi bowed to Bai Yunzi who was sitting there, then turned and walked out of the hall. Soon his figure disappeared outside the door.

Seeing this, Bai Yunzi in the hall slowly closed his eyes and continued to meditate and practice. The blood absorbed from the stone statue this month needs to be refined as soon as possible, otherwise it will produce impurities over time, which will be unhelpful to practice. This is why he sent Qing Yunzi down the mountain instead of going himself.

...

Boom! !

A thunder suddenly resounded in the sky, and the next moment, bean-sized raindrops poured down like pearls, and made crackling sounds when they fell on the dry yellow land.

The gray sky was endless, which made people feel depressed.

"This is the first time I've seen such heavy rain."

Ding Yi stood in the house, looking at the misty area outside the door, and said with some sighs.

"I always feel a little uneasy."

Ding Yi rubbed his temples, wondering if he had been practicing swordsmanship too hard recently and hurt his body.

"It's not suitable to go out today, so I'll practice Changqing Gong in the house."

Ding Yi shook his head, then turned and sat down at the table in the hall.

"Now my life span has returned to about seven years, but the growth rate has slowed down, and the wild beasts nearby are also... huh??!!!"

Ding Yi, who was spreading out the quicksand map to look at it, was startled, and stood up suddenly, staring at the quicksand map in his hand, and his breathing gradually became heavy.

I saw that in the Taoist temple originally marked with a red cross, a smaller red cross was slowly separated and moved towards me.

"That demon Taoist is coming?!"

A thought instantly emerged in Ding Yi's mind.

"Who are they coming for? People from Xiaotan Village? Did I attract their attention, or someone else?"

Complex thoughts squeezed into Ding Yi's mind like cotton. For a moment, a huge sense of panic descended again, making Ding Yi's breathing heavy.

"Too fast! Too fast! I have only practiced sword for seven days, and I can only be considered to have some proficiency in the thirteen sword techniques. The trunk of the giant tree visualization map can already appear in my mind, but it is far from being able to show it!"

Ding Yi took the quicksand map and paced quickly in the house.

"And who is the person coming? Is it the two-faced strange baby, the Qingyunzi, or the Baiyunzi?"

Ding Yi never thought that the accident would come so quickly, just like the heavy rain outside the house, violent and rapid.

"No matter what, be prepared."

After thinking for a long time, Ding Yi finally made a decision in his heart. Then he picked up the coir raincoat hanging on the wall, picked up the flesh and blood he had just bought yesterday, and prepared to go out to exchange for the last batch of elixirs.

Prepare for a rainy day. Although the demon in this Taoist temple may not necessarily come for him, Ding Yi has already prepared for the worst.

...

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was nothing between the sky and the earth except the sound of the rapid raindrops hitting the ground. All the beasts hid in the forest or caves, waiting for the shower to stop.

"Pap tap tap..."

But in the heavy rain, a Taoist wearing a green robe was walking slowly on the muddy path. He held a green oil umbrella in his hand, and his figure was elegant and elegant.

"Did someone from Yin Yang Palace find out?"

Qingyunzi walked to a hillside, stood on a high place and looked towards Xiaotan Village in the distance, as if he wanted to see something.

But the water mist in front of him made Qingyunzi a little disappointed.

"I hate rain."

Qingyunzi shook his head, then jumped down from the hillside and continued walking towards Xiaotan Village.

Towards evening, the heavy rain stopped.

Xiaotan Village was still quiet at this moment, and people did not go out to get some fresh air because the rain stopped.

Outside the village, Qingyunzi put away his umbrella, looked at the lifeless mountain village in front of him, and then shrugged his nose.

"I don't smell the odor from those people in Yin Yang Palace, let's wait and see in the evening."

Qingyunzi walked directly into the village without hesitation, found the house closest to the village entrance and knocked on the door.

"Bang bang bang."

The slow and forceful knocking on the door immediately alarmed the villagers inside.

"Who is it? It's the immortal coming!!"

The villagers opened the wooden door, and when they saw Qingyunzi, a rosy color suddenly appeared on their sallow faces, and they even exclaimed in surprise.

"Old man, can you please come in and sit down?"

Qingyunzi looked at the old man in front of him, then glanced at the old woman inside who also looked surprised, and asked softly.