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"Are you from Qimengling?" Yang Qing said in surprise. He accidentally met the villagers living in Qimengling, which made him surprised and delighted.

"Yes, sir," the farmer said honestly again, not understanding why Yang Qing was surprised.

"Tell me about your mother's condition." Yang Qing had some concerns in his mind, his face returned to calm, and he said.

The farmer looked anxious and worried, and told his mother's condition in detail, "My mother, she..."

The farmer was not good at verbal expressions, and his words did not match his words. After talking for a long time, Yang Qing barely understood the situation of the farmer's family.

Sanligou is a ravine at the foot of Qimeng Ridge. Dozens of families have lived there for several generations. The farmer’s name is Bu Zhuang. He has a mother and a younger sister at home. Bu Zhuang’s father lived there three years ago.

Qimeng Ridge has disappeared. Qimeng Ridge is not big, only a few dozen miles away. The whole village went up to Qimeng Ridge to look for it. They almost turned Qimeng Ridge upside down, but they still couldn't find Bu Zhuang's father.

And that time after going into the mountains, Bu Zhuang's mother felt like she was suffering from a demonic disease when she came home, mumbling about "ghosts, weird things". Bu Zhuang was about the same size as Yang Qing at the time, and he only knew that he was impatient and thought

His mother lost her soul thinking about his father.

Bu Zhuang's younger sister was so frightened that she cried when she saw her mother's appearance, but Bu Zhuang was too clumsy to persuade her.

Just like this, Bu Zhuang's mother had good and bad times, but Bu Zhuang's father never came back. Bu Zhuang thought that his father had been eaten by jackals, tigers and leopards, so he gave up the search.

More than two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Sometimes Bu Zhuang's mother is awake and sometimes confused. Her condition has not improved, but has worsened. Sometimes she looks like she is possessed and wants to kill someone, and sometimes she stares at a place and giggles weirdly.

Bu Zhuang saw that there was no way for his mother's illness to continue like this, so he went to the doctor to ask for medicine. There was no money left at home, so he moved around to collect money, but his mother's illness did not get better. The doctor in the town asked the doctor

If that didn't work, Bu Zhuang wanted to come to this city to ask some famous doctors.

At least I learned whether Zhuang's mother's disease could be cured. If it couldn't be cured, she would give up. The family of three would still have to live hand to mouth.

That's why today I sneaked into the city and was severely beaten by the guards.

It's no wonder that Bu Zhuang's appearance doesn't match his age. He works hard to support his family, but he still has to worry about his mother's madness, and is haggard mentally and physically. It's difficult not to look old.

Yang Qing sympathized with him, but he felt more that the matter was weird. A large number of people disappeared for no reason. After going up the mountain, he went crazy and kept saying "ghost, weird", which was contrary to common sense.

Yang Qing shook his head, wondering if it was his own preconceived notions that made him feel strange at this moment, and then asked, "Have there been other people missing in your village over the years?"

Bu Zhuang shook his head. Among the 180 people in the village, he could recite their names backwards. Except for his father, no one else had ever gone missing.

Yang Qing felt even more strange at this time. First of all, there must be something weird about Abandoned Meng Ridge, but from the scene he saw, he could know that the ghost that Yang Qing dispersed had stayed there, and it was very possible that there were other ghosts.

big.

And if ghosts harm people, how come they make them all disappear, and only one of them disappears?

Yang Qing led Bu Zhuang to a medical clinic and carefully inquired about Bu Zhuang's condition. The conclusion he received was that he was too frightened and lost his mind. He prescribed a medicine to calm the nerves and spent two taels of money on Yang Qing.

silver.

Bu Zhuang only had a few copper coins with him, and Yang Qing had brought Bu Zhuang here. Bu Zhuang looked on helplessly, so Yang Qing had to pay in advance.

Although the doctor also said that Bu Zhuang's mother was insane, Yang Qing didn't quite believe it. He believed that the matter must be related to the filth.

Even if there was nothing about Bu Zhuang, Yang Qing still wanted to go to Qimeng Ridge. Therefore, Yang Qing followed Bu Zhuang to Sanligou in Qimeng Ridge.

Damn it, Yang Qing is at his wits' end at this moment. If he loses his mind and goes crazy, it won't be cured by just pouring down a few doses of decoction. Heart disease also needs heart medicine. If it is infected by filth and has not been fully integrated into the blood,

A Curse Clearing Pill can cure the disease, but the Curse Clearing Pill is too expensive for Yang Qing.

Yang Qing would not be able to give only one Curse Clearing Pill to someone he meets by chance.

After thinking about it in my mind, I didn't feel that I had done anything wrong, and my original feeling of shame improved a lot.

Qimeng Ridge is nearly a hundred miles away from Yuehu City. Bu Zhuang is just an ordinary person with limited leg strength, so Yang Qing cannot let go of his speed. It was not until midnight that the two of them arrived at Sanli Gou.

Along the way, Bu Zhuang and Yang Qing told the origin of the name Qimeng Ridge. This Qimeng Ridge is a mountain ridge that is dozens of miles long. There are too many mountains of this size. Only this small ridge has a name.

Because the Qimeng Ridge is deserted all year round and is so gloomy that it is like a ghost land. Ordinary people will have nightmares if they stay on the Qimeng Ridge for a while.

No one wants to have nightmares, they just want to throw them away, hence the name Qimengling.

Yang Qing came to the foot of Qimeng Ridge in the middle of the night. He felt that the mountains for dozens of miles were winding and undulating like the backs of giant beasts. In the dark night, they looked even more ghostly and daunting.

Yang Qing's consciousness was limited and he didn't feel the Yin Qi or evil spirit. Yang Qing was worried, so he gave up the plan of going up overnight and returned home with Bu Zhuang.

Bu Zhuang's home is made of three low houses made of stones and filled with yellow mud. The house is dark, lightless and unusually quiet. The windy and silent atmosphere in the ravine makes the three low houses look dilapidated.

The door was not locked either, so Bu Zhuang opened the door skillfully in the dark.

"Creak"

The small wooden door and the rocky ground made a small sound, but it sounded in my heart in the middle of the night.

"Who?"

Following the sound of the door, a woman's questioning voice came. The voice sounded hoarse and sharp. Yang Qing was startled by this sudden voice and became alert.

"Mom, you haven't slept yet," Bu Zhuang was obviously startled, and then said in a low voice.

No more sounds came from the house. Bu Zhuang turned his head and followed Yang Qing and said, "The person who spoke just now was my mother, eldest... young hero, follow me into the house."

Just as Yang Qing was about to speak, the hoarse and sharp voice came out of the room again: "There are others."

Both Bu Zhuang and Yang Qing looked ugly. It was obvious that they were scary, especially in the middle of the night, in the ravine of Qimengling.

"We have guests coming, please come in quickly." The voice in the room was not only dry and sharp, but also weird.

The anger in Yang Qing's heart surged, and he sneered in his heart. He ignored Bu Zhuang and walked into the house.

There is a stove at the entrance to this short house, and there is a pile of firewood next to the stove. There are two rooms in the east and west, one for Bu Zhuang, and one for Bu Zhuang's mother and little sister.

The original anger in his heart subsided a little now. The dilemma was which room was Bu Zhuang's mother's room. Even if he knew that there was a young girl inside who had not left the palace, Yang Qing had to force his way in. Wouldn't it be a bad person's reputation?

"Young hero, please rest in this room with me tonight," Bu Zhuang's voice sounded, his tone apologetic.

"Thank you, Brother Bu," Yang Qing said with a cupped hand.

Bu Zhuang's house is equipped with wooden chairs and tables, which shows that he is a hard-working and hard-working man.

Bu Zhuang had been on the road for a day and was beaten severely. He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He lay on the kang and fell asleep without saying a few words. Yang Qing sat cross-legged on the kang. Instead of practicing meditation, he released his spiritual consciousness and explored other areas.

a room.

Yang Qing is not a flower-picking thief, nor does he have a hobby of spying on young girls. He has Sun Xinyao in his heart, and it has little to do with him no matter how beautiful the girl next to him is.

Yang Qing did this because he knew that things had changed.

This is about talking about the cultivation system. How many categories the cultivation system is divided into? There are many subdivisions. If it is a bit far-fetched, it can be divided into four types: Qi refining, body refining, demon cultivation, and demon cultivation. Among them, Qi refining refers to the cultivation of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and

Human monks who cultivate filth into true essence and whose character is not affected by filth. In addition to human monks, Qi refining also includes many plant elves with spiritual intelligence. Body refining refers to human monks who enhance physical strength through various means.

Demonic cultivators refer to monsters with fully developed spiritual intelligence, while those with low spiritual intelligence are called monsters. Demonic cultivators refer to a type of monks whose minds are confused and have lost their rationality. It does not matter whether they are cultivating or refining the aura of heaven and earth.

, or the underworld, regardless of race.

The threshold for entry into demonic cultivation is low. Even without spiritual roots, you can turn dirty objects into demonic essence. Although you will lose your mind, some monks will still take risks. Some Qi-refining monks who refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into true essence have experienced unbearable changes.

Due to reasons such as great changes in the mind, the true essence turns into demonic essence, which is demonic cultivation.

Demonic cultivators also exist among demonic cultivators!

As for whether it is a demon cultivator, there is a strict and clear distinction, that is, whether the cultivator has lost his mind.

When he is infected by filth and his emotions change drastically, it is the first step to embark on demonic cultivation. Yang Qing was infected by the evil spirit back then. As if he had not been sealed by the great elder, he may have already had his emotions change drastically. And the evil energy broke through.

After the seal, Sun Xinyao blessed me. When the fire burned my body, it was a coincidence that I refined and subdued the evil spirit.

To a certain extent, Yang Qing is on the verge of demonic cultivation. Once he is manipulated by the evil spirit, he will madly inhale the evil spirit and turn it into demonic essence, and then step into the devil's path.

Yang Qing just heard Bu Zhuang's words, which were very strange. There are two possibilities, one is that he is possessed by a ghost, and the other is that he is infected by Yin Qi.

Yang Qing monitored his every move to prevent his protrusions from hurting anyone. Bu Zhuang's mother was about forty years old, with fewer wrinkles on her face, but she had this dark blue color. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she didn't know whether she was asleep or not.

Bu Zhuang's snoring was so loud that it could be heard outside the small room. After about a stick of incense had passed since Bu Zhuang's snoring started, Bu Zhuang's mother finally made some noise.

Bu Zhuang's mother's closed eyes slowly opened. A ray of light flashed in the dark room, and the corner of her mouth curled up into a strange smile.

He got off the kang flexibly without wearing shoes. He reached out and found a pair of scissors in the bamboo house.

Yang Qing watched Bu Zhuangniang's every move with full attention. As long as she hurt someone, she could stop her immediately.

Bu Zhuangniang looked at the sleeping girl, and the weirdness on her lips turned into kindness, and then was replaced by weirdness. She moved her feet and walked towards the next door.

Yang Qing felt relieved. Her mother's nature prevented her from completely losing her mind. She stretched out her hand to wake up Bu Zhuang, covered her mouth to prevent him from making any sound, and her eyes indicated that she was going to sleep.

Yang Qing turned over and lay on the kang, pretending to be asleep.

Bu Zhuangniang tiptoed in and saw Yang Qing lying on the kang, sleeping soundly, shouting slightly, and the strange smile on her lips became thicker, and she even laughed out loud.

"hey-hey…"

The voice was very low, but it was creepy.

The scissors swung up and stabbed Yang Qing's neck hard.