Novice Village Max Level

Chapter 70 Novice Village Max Level

After saying that, Old Deng reached into his hair again and hurried to catch up.

He walked to the side of the black horse, reached out and touched the horse's mane, smiling: "Young man, your horse is really good, how is its leg strength?"

Li Wuxiang smelled a very faint odor in the horse's mane, mixed with the smell of the horse. If it weren't for his keen senses, ordinary people wouldn't be able to smell it.

But this smell was of no use to him at all. He remembered the night when Zhao Qi cast a spell to get a big ghost to investigate him - at that time he thought he was poisoned by the incense, but now he thinks that it might all be the effect of the talisman paper.

He smiled: "Not bad."

"Hmm." Old Deng followed for a while, frowned, and sniffed hard, "Is there any smell? Young man, do you smell anything?"

After saying that, he quickly jumped two or three steps in front of the horse and shook the sleeves of his Taoist robe hard: "Is it the smell on me?"

This time it was from his sleeves, a slightly fishy and cold smell. Li Wuxiang sniffed hard and felt that the tentacles in his eyes, eyebrows, and hair were slightly itchy, but it was fleeting.

He said, "It shouldn't be. Didn't you soak in the water all night last night?"

Old Deng looked back at him, hesitated for a while and said, "Well... that makes sense."

Thinking about it again, he turned around and walked to the horse: "Speaking of this, young man, you saved us this morning, and I haven't thanked you yet. It's not easy on the road of the rivers and lakes. More friends mean more ways - I got such a thing a few years ago, it's a good thing -"

He took out a piece of wood from his arms, which looked ordinary, as if it was just rubbed smooth in his hands: "Smell it, it has a strange fragrance. Some people say it's yinchen wood, and some people say it's ambergris. I don't understand. I see that you have traveled all over the country, can you help me see what it is?"

He handed it over while speaking. Li Wuxiang reached out to take it, loosened the reins, and fanned it from a distance to smell it - his nose was slightly numb, and his throat was slightly itchy, as if he was choked by smoke.

He waited for a moment, and seeing that there was nothing unusual about him, he took it closer and sniffed it gently. The itching and numbness turned into a slight pain, as if he had accidentally swallowed a mouthful of slightly hot water. The white beard on his neck danced violently, and then withered a little. But after a little circulation of his energy, the stored willpower went through his skin, and he recovered.

This should be the most impressive thing of this old Deng. From this point of view, many medicines are effective for ordinary people, but the effect on himself is minimal.

He tossed this thing in his hand and smiled: "It looks like a death warrant to me."

Old Deng was stunned, Li Wuxiang reined in his horse, and looked at Lao Guo behind him: "I can see that your friend has tried very hard, why don't you help?"

The wind was still for a moment.

The next moment, Old Deng turned around and ran away!

But Li Wuxiang raised his hand to wipe his hair, and flicked his fingers again-two needles immediately shot into Old Deng's ankles, he screamed, and fell to the ground with a plop. He rolled on the ground and tried to get up again, but screamed again and could only lie on his back and pull out the sword in his hand.

But what he pulled out was not an iron sword or a steel sword, but a yellow-brown wooden sword. He held the sword upright in front of him, holding the hilt with one hand and stroking the sword with the other hand. He looked at Li Wuxiang on the horse with horror and chanted a spell with trembling lips.

Li Wuxiang put his arms on the saddle and waited patiently for a while - after about three or four breaths, Lao Deng finished chanting the spell in his mouth, pointed the wooden sword upward at Li Wuxiang and shouted: "Go!"

It seemed that a gust of wind came, but it didn't. Li Wuxiang felt a chill on his body, as if the surroundings suddenly became cold. But the cold wind dissipated as soon as it touched his skin. He waited for a while and saw Lao Deng lying on the ground holding a sword, staring at him with wide eyes, gritting his teeth, and trembling.

"That's it?" Li Wuxiang frowned, "What? Is there anything else?"

Old Deng was stunned for a long time before coughing and exhaling: "No...no more..."

"Yeah." Li Wuxiang nodded, "Let me count. You touched my horse, which was drugging me. You ran to the front and fanned your sleeves, which was also drugging me. Let me smell this thing, which was also drugging me... This is drugging three times, right?"

Old Deng glanced at Lao Guo, and then at Li Wuxiang: "Yes... yes... I am blind..."

Li Wuxiang glanced at Lao Guo from the side: "I didn't count wrong, it was three times, right?"

Lao Guo held the sword, stood three steps behind the horse, and coughed: "Yes, um... it was three times, the young man is really good-"

"What a pity, things never happen more than three times." Li Wuxiang suddenly raised his hand, and the long sword hanging on the horse's back made a clang, and instantly returned to the sheath. A flash of light flashed, Lao Deng's eyes blinked, and his head rolled to the ground.

Lao Guo slowly opened his mouth, looked at the head on the ground, blinked several times and then slowly closed it, and then looked at Li Wuxiang, a chill instantly ran up his spine to the back of his head - he was like a young boy who knew nothing about the world the moment before, and the next moment he drew his sword and killed people!

"You...you..." He couldn't help but take a half step back, but immediately stood still and dared not move again, "Why did you kill someone?"

Li Wuxiang frowned and thought for a while: "Oh? Shouldn't he have killed someone? Ah, I don't know much about the rules of your martial arts world, how do you usually deal with such things?"

Lao Guo stared at him for a long time before he was sure that he was not joking. Then he slowly took a few breaths and said, "Young hero... um... don't be angry. It was really offensive just now. I didn't think of it." This is what happened... We who travel in the world, alas, have narrow vision and always want to get some small advantages. When we meet each other and feel that we have figured out the other party's background, we will inevitably want to take advantage... "

Li Wuxiang hummed: "By taking advantage, you mean trying to kill someone, right?"

Lao Guo smiled bitterly: "That's true, but there's nothing you can do about it. You don't know what others think. This is the way the world is. But if you are very capable and neither of us takes advantage, then this matter Even if it’s over...there’s no need to kill anyone..."

Li Wuxiang jumped off his horse and walked to Lao Deng's body: "Think about it carefully, your rules are really weird. You want to kill each other when we meet. It seems that you are both extremely vicious. But if you two did it last night, you both killed each other. The solution is to just laugh away the grudges today. Okay, I understand. I’ve seen this kind of thing so much that I don’t take it seriously.”

While touching the body, he turned to Lao Guo and gave a thumbs up: "All of you are desperadoes."

"Last night?" Lao Guo was startled, and after a while he forced a smile, "Then, then, young hero, then I will first..."

"No, we have to go to Ran Mountain. Please tell me more about the rules on the way." Li Wuxiang picked up the wooden sword and looked at it carefully. He saw that there were talismans drawn on it. Not sure, he raised his hand and threw it to Lao Guo, "Can you tell what he did with this thing just now? Tell me too."

Lao Guo took the wooden sword and grimaced: "Okay... okay."

When they were on the road again, Li Wuxiang asked the horse to walk a little slower so that the swordsman Lao Guo would not breathe too much when he spoke. While he was counting the various pills he had found from Lao Deng, he listened to him talk about the wooden sword.

There were thirteen kinds of pills, powders, and the like. Lao Guo could tell that four of them were medicines for treating illnesses and saving lives, while the remaining nine were all poisons. Li Wuxiang guessed whether the medicine was strong or not based on whether he felt uncomfortable after smelling it, and quietly kept it in his chest and abdomen.

As for that sword, Lao Guo could tell that it was a sword that contained evil warriors—perhaps it was a little ghost raised, or it was a spirit that had been restrained by an incompetent spirit, and the curse was used to destroy the spirit's upper body. , depending on the strength of the opponent, at least it will hurt the person's vitality, and at worst, it will destroy the Taoist conduct.

Lao Guo wiped his face: "He actually has this thing. It was a fluke last night. Fortunately, I took action quickly. Look, young hero, you really don't blame me before... Oh, you don't want to harm others, but if you don't pay attention, you will be killed." People have been harmed.”

Li Wuxiang only smiled.

Looking at it this way, the Yin soldiers and horses raised in this wooden sword should be because their skin was refined by Zhao Puppet, so they have no effect. As for Lao Deng...

"What level are you two in this world?"

Lao Guo sighed in his heart - this is really a young child. But this baby is too troublesome!

He already knew that this person's temper was not as good as it seemed, so he quickly thought about it and said everything he asked or not, just to make him happy to serve him first——

"Oh, who can we be? It's all smoke coming out of the ancestral graves. We have cultivated blessings for several lifetimes. We have obtained a mental method that can be practiced without being deceptive. We have groped our way through one obstacle after another, and finally built a good foundation. Ji can live a few more years and be able to earn a living based on his ability.”

"If you are more lucky, are born with good aptitudes, and come from a family with a little bit of inheritance, and can practice the skills smoothly from beginning to end, then they are family heirlooms. In this way, those who have some achievements can go to Build a big city and find a temple where you can drive away evil spirits and ward off misfortune.”

"If your life is better and you join a sect, even if you can't learn anything in the end, you can practice the exercises seriously without fear of any mistakes or disadvantages. Then if you can find a village or town to do it If you make offerings, you won’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life, and you can even think about living to be a hundred years old again!”

Li Wuxiang waited for a while, and when he saw that he stopped talking, he asked, "Does this sect refer to the thirty-six sects or something like that?"

Lao Guo smiled bitterly: "How dare you think that way? It is very rare for the thirty-six sects to decline like this in Ranshan. Even so, the nearby sects did not dare to blatantly look for trouble before all the people were gone. Ah. The sects I am talking about are this kind of casual cultivating sects... As for the thirty-six sects and even the Eight Mysterious Sects, they are considered heavenly."

"Oh, those big families who escape the world and practice cultivation are naturally in the sky. Who would dare to think that there are some unworldly people in them, just like you, young hero!"

Li Wuxiang suddenly felt like laughing.

He thought he had just left Novice Village, but if 50% of what Lao Guo said was not an exaggeration...

So you are really strong now?