Chapter 62

In the rain, a group of people stood silently at the head of Zui Jiao Bridge, and Cheng Yunqi was among them.

He looked at Rantao Mountain not far away.

At this time, it was the third period of rain water. In terms of time, it was very close to the first period of the Awakening of Insects, when the peach blossoms begin to bloom. If one looked closely, one would surely be able to see the flower buds on the peach branches.

But looking from afar now, one could only see green peach leaves connected in a piece, covering the mountains and plains.

Cheng Yunqi looked at the peach forest and remembered his original intention for coming to the Miao and Southern lands.

In order to further contemplate the Mao Ri Star Official, he wanted to go to Tianming Mountain to visit the Golden Chicken clan, but he did not want to succeed halfway in an ordinary Miao village. Added to the fierce war between Miao and South, and Tianming Mountain being in the Southern Wilderness, he was too lazy to go over again.

Secondly, in the world, chickens and peaches have always been intimate, just like the Golden Crow and the Fusang tree, the Phoenix and the Wutong tree. Since ancient times, the peach tree has been considered a Yang wood, and the rooster has been considered a Yang bird.

The father of the Mao Ri Star Official, the Heavenly Chicken, was born on a large peach tree on Peach Capital Mountain in the East Sea. Rooster paintings and peach charms are always inseparable, and peach wood stained with rooster blood is the most Yang thing, repelling all evil, and mortals holding it can also scare away ghosts and demons.

With the Mao Mansion as his inner landscape god, he naturally had to take a look at the most famous peach forest in the world.

His original intention was to come and take a look again at the turn of spring and summer. At that time, the Yang energy between heaven and earth would be the most prosperous. Peach wood is a Yang wood, so such a peach forest would naturally be like a sea of fire. And thanks to the special nature of Rantao Mountain, at that time the great sun would be scorching, steaming the miasma underneath, like smoke and clouds. And miasma is Yin energy. At that time, Yin and Yang would merge, which would definitely be a magnificent scene.

However, at this time, the spring rain was continuous, the peach blossoms were shy, and there was blood Qi stagnant, so it was really not worth looking at. Looking at the green leaves for a long time made them look like a sea of ink, which was unpleasant.

After waiting for a while, it was not yet the Hour of the Sheep, but the people were already gathered, twenty-one people.

But if there were only so many people, wanting to bring out all 120 corpses would naturally be impossible. If everything went smoothly, they could run a few more trips; if there was really any change, they could only do their best and listen to fate.

Everyone looked at each other, there were acquaintances and strangers, nodded to each other, and set off in silence.

After crossing Zui Jiao Bridge and walking downstream along the east bank of the river for about two miles, they arrived at the west valley mouth.

Everyone stopped and saw that there was a gap in that piece of mountain. At this time, seven-colored clouds and mist were entrenched there, and even such rain could not dissolve them. Seeing this, everyone's faces became even more solemn.

Hai Jinqi was by Cheng Yunqi's side, his only eye narrowed into a slit. He said softly to Cheng Yunqi,

"In the past, the outside of that gap was clean. Once the miasma came out, it was blown away by the large river. People collecting miasma stood at the edge of the gap, using magic tools to catch the peach blossom miasma in the gap. And the peach blossom miasma is pink, but looking at it now, it is the peach mud miasma brought out by the flash floods, piled up at the gap. Such a sudden mud miasma, even facing the large river, will not dissipate in ten days or half a month. By the time the mud miasma dissipates, the people inside will either have turned into blood or have been buried deep in the mud."

Cheng Yunqi nodded. Now he was just looking from afar, but that strange smell of fragrance and stench entangled was already drilling into his nose.

"Whoosh—"

Just at this time, another flash flood rushed out from the gap, making the seven-colored clouds and mist even more beautiful.

"Let's go! We can't wait!"

Someone said in a low voice.

So the group of people slowly approached.

At this time, their respective methods of avoiding miasma were also revealed.

Some held their breath, some summoned miasma hoods, some covered their mouths and noses with silk handkerchiefs, and some stuffed pills into their mouths and noses. Everyone also smeared a kind of juice on their eyes.

Hai Jinqi explained that it was the branches and leaves of the peach trees of Rantao Mountain, which had a certain detoxifying effect on miasma.

He wanted to smear it on Cheng Yunqi, but Cheng Yunqi shook his head; he was afraid it would block his vision.

He summoned fire to form a fire garment to cover the outside. In addition, he stored Solar Bing Fire in the Twelve-Story Building. The miasma had to go down from here to corrode his internal organs, so it should be considered safe.

Seeing that his fire control technique was so exquisite, everyone couldn't help but praise, and added two points of confidence in going in to find the corpses.

Moreover, the miasma at this valley mouth was ultimately at the river mouth on a rainy day, and only part of the peach mud rushed out, so it was much better than the inside of the mountain.

"Beware of living people!"

Before entering, someone reminded. Everyone knew this was talking about that Western Shu Daoist nun holding a fire sword.

Everyone slowly entered.

"Sizzle—sizzle—"

The miasma touched the fire garment, making a sizzling sound. But fortunately, the Bing Fire at the throat aperture could still burn the miasma clean, and there was no feeling when breathing.

Looking at the others, they only protected their mouths and noses. At this time, the miasma burned their bodies, and their skin was hot and itchy, their brows twisted.

Cheng Yunqi saw it in his eyes, but he didn't know the situation inside, so he didn't dare to rashly use a fire curtain to cover everyone. If his magic power was consumed too quickly, and he really encountered any accident, it would be a mistake.

Entering the miasma, this miasma was colorful, shaking everyone so they couldn't see anything. But because they were also suffering from the torture of miasma eroding their bodies, their footsteps couldn't help but speed up.

Someone took out a jade-green bead and urged it with magic power, emitting green light, which could be seen somewhat clearly. Some people scattered many insects, flying wildly in all directions, which was another display of the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each showing their own magic.

Being in this place, there was naturally nothing to hide. Cheng Yunqi pointed like a candle, and a wisp of Solar Bing Fire leaped from his finger. Everyone didn't know what kind of flame that gold fire was, but they could see that a circle of miasma didn't dare to approach the flame, as if it were being expelled like darkness.

"Go this way, our people are all on this side!"

There were people in the crowd who had gone out from here, barely distinguishing the road, leading people inside, and also making marks along the way.

"There!"

Before walking a hundred steps, someone discovered something on the ground.

Everyone surrounded it and saw that it was a corpse.

Cheng Yunqi didn't recognize this person. It seemed to be from another market. The skin exposed outside had been smoked by the miasma and turned red, like a burn, and the most eye-catching thing was a large hole in the person's chest.

"It's a flying sword!"

Someone said.

That's right, only a flying sword piercing through would have such a wound.

A burly man stepped forward and carried the person on his back.

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Everyone continued to search.

"There are some here! It's the people from Hong Family Stronghold!"

Soon, more corpses were discovered.

In a short while, more than ten corpses were successfully found.

"The people from Western Shu should have already left. First send these brothers out, and also go out to catch your breath. Leave half the people to continue searching. When they come back, we will carry people out to exchange."

Seeing that things were going smoothly, someone immediately proposed a faster method, and everyone had no opinion, so they began to divide into teams.

Hai Jinqi had been holding his breath and should go out to catch his breath. He nodded to Cheng Yunqi, carried a corpse, and began to walk out. Cheng Yunqi's magic power consumption was not much, so he stayed behind to continue searching.

"Ah!"

Not long after they separated, miserable screams came. The faces of the nine people left behind changed, and they rushed over following the sound.

Cheng Yunqi immediately drew "Autumn Water."

He flipped his left hand, pinched a talisman, and threw it out,

"Bright sun patrols the sky, fire tracks open the way, go!"

The power of this Yang Fire Demon-Breaking Talisman in Cheng Yunqi's hands was more than several times stronger than when others cast it. Two fire dragons broke through the miasma and rushed forward.

Borrowing this wave of fire, everyone naturally saw what had happened:

Several purple-clothed, gold-patterned Daoists who didn't know where they were ambushing were manipulating flying swords to stab at the Miao stronghold crowd carrying corpses. Those flying swords rushed and crashed, showing no changes or mysteries. It wouldn't be difficult to dodge them on a normal day, but at this moment, the miasma became their excellent cover.

"Stop!"

Cheng Yunqi heard someone shouting angrily in his ear, and he also saw it. Hai Jinqi only had one eye and couldn't see the trajectories of seven or eight flying swords. Just in the time it took to turn around, a flying sword had already been inserted into his neck.

He let go of his hand, threw the corpse to the ground, and fell down himself.

"Suppress!"

Cheng Yunqi recited a spell sound, aiming at the smug murderer. That person seemed very satisfied; among so many flying swords, only his was the first to stab into the enemy's body.

Cheng Yunqi stepped into the mud, stepping ten steps in a row. His footsteps were so fast, the mud pit seemed to form a star map, and the long sword in his hand was faster than the rainstorm. The smugness on the murderer's face was still slowly turning into terror brought about by his body suddenly being unable to move.

But Cheng Yunqi's sword had already arrived.

This move was not a stab, but an arc of light slashed down from the sky. The blade of "Autumn Water" seemed to have turned into moonlight at this moment, landing on the murderer's neck.

"Puff—"

A very subtle sound; if you don't listen carefully, you can't hear it.

The smugness on the murderer's face could not turn into terror, because his expression had completely frozen, along with his head falling into the mud.