When Golden Finger Meets Salted Fish

Since that day, when Yun Qingyue faced Jiang Mo again, his attitude was not as calm as before.

Jiang Mo still wanted to use the medicine as an excuse to disturb the mood of the senior sister, but the elixir in the cultivation world is very effective, not to mention that she was not injured at all, even if she was really injured, the injury would be healed after taking the medicine once Seven or eight. Coupled with the fact that the physique of the beast is already strong, it would be too obvious to use this excuse to fool people. It is not easy for her to treat people as fools.

Fortunately, this stalemate was only temporary, because as the spirit boat moved, they encountered Buddhist disciples who were hunted down more than once. Every time a helping hand is given, and occasionally a prisoner comes to the enemy, but in the end there is always no one left alive.

On this day, Jiang Mo and Yun Qingyue rescued another batch of Buddhist disciples.

The two dealt with the aftermath as usual, and after everything was dealt with and sent each other off, Jiang Mo pointed to a small scar on his shoulder and said to Yun Qingyue, "Ayue, I'm injured again, please help me deal with the wound." OK?"

She said and looked at Yun Qingyue pitifully, but it wasn't the first time that such a thing had happened recently - since the time she met Tan Ming, when Jiang Mo faced the enemy again, he would always come back with more or less injuries. Or get bruised or scratched, it's not a big deal. In the beginning, Yun Qingyue would still be intimidated by her, and would feel sorry for her, but now his heart is as still as water.

At this time, Yun Qingyue only glanced at Jiang Mo's shoulder lightly, and indeed saw that the magic robe was torn, and the torn clothes were still stained with a little bright red. However, for people who walk outside all year round and get injured every day, they can still tell the severity of the injury at a glance.

Knowing the other party's small thoughts, she endured it, but finally she couldn't hold it back: "It's quite serious. After a while, the scabs will fall off, right?"

With the strong physique of a divine beast, Yun Qingyue's words were really not a joke.

Jiang Mo only smiled dryly when he heard this, and at the same time moved his shoulders quietly, so that the wound would not heal so quickly: "How can it be? How could it be? My injury hurts, and I need Ah Yue to take medicine to heal quickly."

Looking at her, Yun Qingyue felt naive, but now recalling the bewitching and heartbeat at that moment, she suspected it was an illusion—the guy in front of her was not worthy of her heartbeat. .

Then she thought about it, and the feeling of heartbeat faded away, but Jiang Mo didn't know it yet.

Seeing that his senior sister didn't want to talk to him anymore, Jiang Mo wanted to say something to pester him, but suddenly felt something. She put away all the indecency at once, and hurriedly took out the pile of jade charms stored in the space, and found one that was flickering and hot... There is no doubt that someone is in danger again , and not too far from them.

The two have rescued many disciples of the Buddhist sect along the way, but it was the first time that they were attacked twice with such a short interval. Jiang Mo couldn't care less about his little thoughts at the moment, so he quickly reminded Yun Qingyue, "Ayue, something happened again, let's go quickly."

Rescuing the two of them has become a habit these days, and Yun Qingyue didn't care about other things when he saw it, and hurriedly steered the spirit boat to the target.

The spirit boat flew very fast, but it was obviously not enough to face the sudden call for help, so it didn't take long for the spirit boat to be put away by Yun Qingyue again. Afterwards, Yun Qingyue changed back to the Honghu prototype and spread his wings to fly. It's just that this time Jiang Mo didn't have the privilege of sitting on the back of his senior sister before, but was led away by Honghu's back collar with his paws...

The little tiger pinched by fate's nape was floating in mid-air, completely wilted.

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Honghu's flying speed was very fast, and it only took about a quarter of an hour for the two of them to reach their destination thousands of miles away. It's just that the appearance of the white phoenix this time did not attract any surprise, because the war here has subsided.

The person who called for help was dead, and the attacker was also dead. There were only corpses on the ground, and the strong smell of blood made people want to vomit.

Honghu, who was flying in the air, let go of his claws, and Jiang Mo fell lightly. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he heard a slight "pop" sound, and immediately a handful of blood splashed.

Her heart sank all of a sudden. When she came to the realm of comprehension, it was not that she had never seen a dead person or a tragedy, but the scene in front of her still made her feel heavy-this was probably the most group of Buddhist disciples they met after they left the Buddhist sect. The number of elders and disciples exceeds a hundred. Now these more than a hundred people have all lost their lives and fell to the ground.

In addition, there were assassins dressed in black who fell on the ground, and these people were even more numerous than Fozong. So everyone's blood gathered in one place, and even formed a pool of blood, which made Jiang Mo standing here very dazed.

Facing the corpses all over the floor, she was late and didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, someone made the decision for her at this time, but Yun Qingyue, who had transformed into a human form, also fell down. When she landed, she moved very lightly, and the soles of her shoes were barely stained with a little bright red: "What are you doing in a daze, let's see if there are still people alive."

This sentence reminded Jiang Mo that it took only a quarter of an hour for them to arrive after receiving the call for help. This time is not long, but it is really short. At least this group of more than a hundred Buddhist disciples is not weak. Even in the face of stronger enemies, they should have the power to protect themselves in a short time —Even if you use a magic weapon to block one or two, you can drag two people to rescue them.

Things happened so fast, maybe someone slipped through the net?

Jiang Mo regained his energy all of a sudden, before checking the situation one by one, he let out his consciousness and quickly scanned around.

The situation of those people in front of her made her a little disappointed. These fallen people really had no life at all. However, in the woods not far away, there is still a faint breath, it should be alive.

"Ayue, there are still people alive over there, I'll go and see." She was overjoyed, left this sentence and ran towards the woods.

As soon as Jiang Mo left, Yun Qingyue hurried to catch up, and at the same time reminded her from behind: "Don't worry, be careful before seeing the identity of the other party, maybe an assassin escaped."

The scene in front of them looks like they died together, so I really don't know where the survivors are.

Jiang Mo obviously listened to the advice, hurriedly responded and continued to run forward, and the two quickly found the faint remaining breath. When they saw the figure leaning on the tree trunk from a distance, the two of them lowered their vigilance a little bit—wearing a monk's robe, with a bald head, and a faint Buddha's light shrouded his body, who could he be if he wasn't a disciple of the Buddha Sect?

Still alive!

Jiang Mo's heart relaxed a little. Although many people died, only one could be saved. She rushed over without any hesitation, seeing the large amount of blood stained on the monk's robe from a distance, she felt a lot of worry.

"Fellow Daoist, are you alright, fellow Daoist?" Jiang Mo squatted down and pushed the man, trying to wake him up.

The young-looking monk was leaning on the tree trunk with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a coma.

Jiang Mo pushed him a few times but failed to wake him up. Worried that he was seriously injured, he quickly took out a healing elixir and stuffed it into the other person's mouth. Fortunately, the elixir in the cultivation world melts in the mouth and takes effect very quickly. After a few breaths, the man slowly opened his eyes.

He coughed lightly first, his eyes flashed blankly, then he covered his wound and said vigilantly: "Who are you?"

Jiang Mo noticed that he had already made a formula in his hand, and he looked ready to do his best at any time. He hurriedly raised his hands to show that he was harmless: "Don't be nervous, I'm here to rescue. I have contacted you before, when you were attacked You used the jade talisman to send me a distress call, have you forgotten?" He said and took out the jade talisman that was still glowing and hot for the other party to see.

The young monk's gaze quickly glanced at the jade talisman, and after seeing it clearly, he seemed to believe Jiang Mo's words, and the guard all over his body gradually dissipated. After a pause, he said in a hoarse voice: "You guys are here..."

Jiang Mo felt a little guilty when he heard the words, and slightly lowered his eyes and said, "Sorry, we are late."

At this time, Yun Qingyue had already arrived, and had a panoramic view of the conversation and deeds of the two. She didn't say anything, and left everything to Jiang Mo. Seeing the little tiger apologizing with guilt, she just watched from the sidelines. After Jiang Mo finished apologizing, she suddenly said, "I don't know the Friendship Number? You seem familiar to me."

After hearing this, Jiang Mo didn't think much about it. He felt that Xuanqingzong and Fozong had a good friendship, and it was not surprising that the senior sister had seen this person in front of him before. She looked at the other party, and said instead: "I think this fellow Taoist is a bit unfamiliar."

Of course, familiarity and familiarity are both normal, after all, there are thousands of disciples under the Buddhist sect.

But when the young monk heard the completely different words of the two, he suddenly changed his face. He turned his palm over and slapped Jiang Mopai quickly, aiming directly at her injured shoulder.

This time, Jiang Moquan didn't expect that he was stunned, and his reaction was naturally a half-beat slow. It was because Yun Qingyue, who had been prepared by the side, even pulled her, that's why she missed the shot. Even so, the wound on her shoulder was also swept by the other party's wide sleeve, and she suddenly felt a tingling pain, as if she had been hit by some sharp steel whip.

The white tiger's defense is very strong, but the wound that has just healed is naturally its weak point. Rao Jiang Mo usually had rough skin and thick flesh, but now he gasped in pain, not pretending at all.

She covered the wound with one hand, and seeing her senior sister fight with each other, she hastily reminded: "Be careful, he is in the fusion period!"

Yes, this enemy who pretends to be a monk and pretends to be injured is a perfect fit. It was precisely because the cultivation levels of the two parties were similar that Jiang Mo was easily captured by the other party and suffered a secret loss.

After returning to his ancestors and Nirvana, Yun Qingyue's cultivation has jumped to the level of integration, which is no worse than Jiang Mo's. After hearing Jiang Mo's words, she didn't panic. After all, even if the other party was a match, they were still two against one, and they had the advantage.

The fake monk obviously also understood this, so he didn't get entangled with Yun Qingyue. After he succeeded in a blow, he swung away the attack and flew away. Before the two of them could chase after him, he heard his voice coming from a distance: "Instead of chasing me, the overseer should look at your wounds." After speaking, he laughed a few times, full of villain temperament.

Yun Qingyue wanted to chase after him, but when he heard this, he stopped immediately, turned around and tore the shirt off Jiang Mo's shoulders.