To Cultivate Immortality, You Need Luck

Chapter 57 Blood Flute Bird

Until Jiang Bairen, who looked depressed, walked up the mountain and shouted to Kong Jiao: "Junior brother Kong, please go down and rest for a while. I'll be on duty."

"Senior Brother Jiang has been working hard all night, so you should go and rest." Kong Jiao smiled and said politely.

In fact, whether it's Jiang Bairen or Kong Jiao, in this state, it's no problem if you don't sleep for seven or eight days.

Jiang Bairen just didn't want to see the group of villagers who couldn't be beaten or scolded. He just wanted to hide away, so he waved his hand and said: "You're welcome, go ahead. I have a headache when I see those people."

Kong Jiao laughed and looked around again. After confirming that there was no danger for the time being, he nodded: "Then I'll bother Senior Brother Jiang."

As he spoke, he jumped down and continued his descent using the bulge on the cliff.

Most of the villagers resting in the slit were tired after traveling all night and were snoring loudly.

The eleven disciples, including Xie Guang'an, were on guard around them and did not dare to slack off at all.

Because Makita had a good level of cultivation, although he was not very high, he also had the three levels of Wheel-Nurturing, so he was not very tired. He took the little girl and sat on the stone pier beside the slit, smoking cigarettes one after another, with a smile on his face. Sad look.

Until Kong Jiao's figure appeared in front of him.

"Long time no see, Brother Pastor!" A gentle voice sounded from Kong Jiao's mouth. He kept his voice very low because he was afraid of disturbing the villagers' rest.

Makita raised his head and looked at the familiar smiling face of the young man. He was obviously stunned for a moment, and then his face was filled with joy.

"Junior Brother Kong! Are you also in this team?"

Because of the pest control issue, Makita regarded Kong Jiao as a benefactor, and the old farmer's joy was definitely not fake.

"I'm on guard duty, so I didn't come to say hello to Makita right away." Kong Jiao didn't mind Makita's cigarette smell and sat next to him.

The little girl next to Makita opened her innocent eyes wide and looked at Kong Jiao curiously.

Because Kong Jiao was the youngest in the entire team, he looked only 17 or 18 years old, and he was pretty, so the little girl felt inexplicably friendly and not afraid.

Kong Jiao reached out and touched the girl's head and asked with a smile, "Is this your granddaughter?"

The girl, who was only five or six years old, was not afraid of strangers at all. She responded seriously before Makita in a childish voice: "I am grandpa's granddaughter, and my name is Makono."

"Mu Xiaoye, your name is so nice." Kong Jiao was amused and complimented casually.

The little girl was very happy to hear this and smiled sweetly: "Brother is good-looking too."

Makita loved Makono very much, and looked on with a doting smile on his face.

After the two exchanged pleasantries for a while, Mu Ono became tired and fell asleep in Makita's arms.

Makita lit up the dry cigarette again, took a long puff, and asked Kong Jiao in a low voice: "Hey, Junior Brother Kong, tell me exactly how dangerous this evacuation is."

The old man didn't know anything about the Blood Clothes Alliance, nor did he understand the battles outside. He had been cultivating the Spirit Field in Ashen Parasol Sect all his life, and just wanted to find stability.

Who would have thought that he would sigh all the way when faced with a sudden disaster.

However, based on Makita's decades of experience in Ashen Parasol Sect, he still smelled an unusual smell in the air, and this evacuation must be risky.

Kong Jiao originally thought of saying a few words of comfort, but looking at the serious look in the old man's eyes, he finally swallowed the lies on his lips and said in a deep voice: "It's very big."

"But don't worry, I will try my best to protect the safety of you two."

There are too many other villagers, and it is impossible for Kong Jiao's ability to be foolproof.

But it is not impossible to protect Makita and his grandson at the critical moment.

After hearing this, Makita nodded, expressionless, took a long puff of cigarette, and said softly: "I have lived enough at this age. When that time comes, I only hope that my junior brother can protect my granddaughter."

"I have only come back once in a few years. The last time I saw her, she was still an infant. Now she is over five years old. I feel close to her when I see her. Her father died in the mountains the year before last, and her brother-in-law entered the Ashen Parasol Sect again. Now she is only I am a relative. As long as she can live, I will do anything!"

The old man spoke calmly, but extremely seriously.

"Yeah!" Kong Jiao nodded cautiously.

Huo Di, Kong Jiao, who was talking to Makita, narrowed his eyes, drew his long bow to full capacity in an instant, and shot a bird that flew on the protruding rock above the slit with one arrow.

puff!

The bird's corpse exploded all over the cliff, covered in blood and pieces of flesh, and was frozen by the cold air of the arrows.

The movement here also alerted the surrounding disciples, and Xie Guangan from the Sixth Level of Wheel-Nurturing hurried over to check.

"What's wrong with Junior Brother Kong!"

"Nothing, just a bird, I overreacted." Kong Jiao smiled calmly and put away his long bow.

"Junior Brother Kong, you also need to relax. I have to rely on you next." Xie Guangan thought Kong Jiao was too nervous, so he comforted him personally and left.

Kong Jiao was left looking at the place where the bird died, his brows furrowed.

At that moment, he felt that he was being watched, and there was a vague smell of blood in the air, so he took action.

I never thought it was a bird.

"I hope I'm overreacting." Kong Jiao thought to himself.

On the other side, there is a cave almost two mountains away from the villagers' team.

Seven disciples dressed in red were sitting cross-legged with their eyes closed in the cave.

Their sitting postures were very particular. The six of them sat cross-legged outside in a circle, with only a gloomy-looking young man sitting in the middle.

He seemed to be injured, and there was still blood on the corner of his mouth.

The moment Kong Jiao shot the bird away, one of the six disciples in red, who was carrying a silver long bow, immediately opened his scarlet eyes.

He looked outside the cave, as if he wanted to cross the two peaks and see the young man with the long bow on his back.

"What's wrong?" The man woke up, prompting a companion beside him to ask.

"My Blood Flute Bird has been discovered." The blood-clothed disciple carrying a silver long bow truthfully stated what he sensed.

"The Ashen Parasol Sect disciple in charge of security is very sharp and difficult to deal with. Junior Brother Wu who was sent to the town on guard duty was killed by him."

"It doesn't matter. The blood flute bird seems to be no different from ordinary birds. He can only doubt it and not be sure." Another disciple came to life one after another. While analyzing the situation, he looked back and was surrounded by them in the center with their hands tightly closed. The purpose is shadowy for the young man.

"It's just that Senior Brother Dou Xiao's injury requires blood and food to nurse him back to health. We can't delay it any longer."

Another person said in a hateful voice: "Aren't they just thirteen little miscellaneous fish? There are only two Wheel-Nurturing six realms, so they may not be able to kill them. These are thirteen spiritual blood foods, which are great tonic."

"I agree." The disciple who was shot by Kong Jiao to explode the Blood Flute Bird echoed and reminded his companions: "Kill them and Senior Brother Dou Xiao will recover from his injuries. You also know that without Senior Brother Dou Xiao's strength as a cover, , it’s impossible for us to escape from Bay Ridge County.”

Now that Belling County is besieged on all sides, the disciples of the Blood Clothes Alliance have also realized that if they don't escape earlier, they will be left in this land forever.

Therefore, the six people speaking presently reached a consensus.

"Well, let's do it tonight. There are no disciples above Ashen Parasol Sect Wheel-Nurturing Late Stage around here, so this trip is a sure bet."

The cave became quiet again.

There was only an angry voice, murmuring.

"Ashen Parasol Sect That guy named Shui Zhusheng is really powerful. I heard that he is only ranked tenth in the outer sect. He injured Senior Brother Dou Xiao to this extent in less than three moves, and he is only ranked tenth. Ashen Parasol Sect The top ten outer disciples are all monsters."

(End of chapter)