Although Xiaoqing has turned into a human form, the monster transformation is for better cultivation, not to increase his weakness.

Although the Transformation Pill refined by the National Teacher had to be sacrificed for cultivation and lifespan, it was not discounted in other aspects.

Xiaoqing's five senses are still as sharp as the state of monsters, and snakes do not simply rely on smell to catch prey, but some special sensory organs, this ability is combined with the five senses of the human body, so that Xiaoqing can easily distinguish the breath left by the murderer.

This is something that a Terran cultivator can't learn.

"If you don't catch up, the smell will be gone."

Xiaoqing said, lifted the little skirt, exposed two smooth calves, and began to run forward.

Until now, she was still not used to this kind of clothes that were inconvenient to run, and if she hadn't asked Daoran to wear them, she would have wanted to take off and run.

The words of the life-saver are to be heard, but Xiaoqing is going to change his clothes, and the clothes worn by those travelers in the caravan are very suitable for fighting.

Dao Ran watched Xiaoqing quickly run out of sight, feeling that he didn't bring a snake, but obviously raised a husky that had not been lost.

Dao Ran and Shen Xiu hurriedly followed, but it was also a loss that both of them were cultivators, otherwise they wouldn't be able to outrun Xiaoqing at all.

Just chased a short distance along the scent, and instead of finding the murderer five, they encountered a tragic battle in progress.

Two groups of Jianghu people are killing on a small slope backed by a low mountain.

Although Suzhou and Hangzhou are both rich lands, most of the roads outside are bumpy when they leave the town.

Not to mention how high the mountain is, but low mountains about 100 meters high can be seen everywhere.

The small slope in front of me looks like it is also a hundred zhang square, and it is not too high from the foot of the mountain, less than twenty meters, and there is only one zigzag path to go up, and only one path to leave.

The whole terrain is like a snake swallowing an elephant, with a round belly and a very small front and back ends.

These two gangs of Jianghu people completely blocked the road.

If it had been before, Xiaoqing would definitely have crashed directly into it and made a bloody path in the crowd.

But she still remembered what Bai Suzhen reminded before she came to Dao Ran: "Xiaoqing, Master Dao Ran is a disciple of Buddhism, and Buddhism has many rules and precepts, if you want to repay your kindness, you must keep the precepts like him." If you are reckless and cause all kinds of trouble, it is not a repayment, but revenge. ”

Xiaoqing was simple-minded, she was here to repay her kindness, so when the crowd blocked the way, she stopped.

When Dao Ran caught up, she asked, "Master, how are we going to get over?" The five men were not far from the mountain. ”

Dao Ran looked at these two groups of people, it seemed that they had killed a river of blood, but in fact, there were still most of them alive and vigorous, and they didn't know when the fight would stop.

Before Dao Ran could decide whether to break in or not, Shenxiu said, "Master, aren't we going to save people?" ”

"Save whom?" Daoran asked.

"Uh...... Saving less people? Shenxiu said hesitantly.

Daoran glanced at Shenxiu and asked, "You have good eyes, tell me which side has fewer people?" ”

The two gangs of men and horses were killed in the dark, and there was no distinction between banners, and people were killed anytime and anywhere, and it was clear which side had fewer people.

"That'...... Save women and children? Shenxiu vaguely saw that there were many women inside, and there seemed to be children.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a certain woman slash three men to death with a sword, and a certain child smirked and stabbed a dagger into the back of the buttocks.

There is no need to speak, Shenxiu also knows that he is wrong.

"Is it just looking at it?" Shenxiu couldn't bear to say.

"Either subdue everyone with one move and force them to put down the butcher's knife, or find out why they are fighting and solve the problem at the root. If you can't do neither, you'll have to pass by. Daoran said.

"Then try the first one."

Shenxiu walked towards the fighting crowd with a firm expression, he was also a cultivator, and it shouldn't be difficult to stop a group of mortals.

Dao Ran also thinks so, Shenxiu is talented, and he has comprehended the Tianlong Babu talisman just by "I search for thought", and it should be easy for mere mortals to clean up, what you really need to worry about is not to use too much force, it is easy to accidentally kill people.

But the next thing that happened shocked Daoran, and Shenxiu approached the people in the rivers and lakes who were fighting, and shouted: "Everyone, please listen to the words of the poor monk, when is the time for retribution, it is better to put down the butcher knife...... Oops. ”

The flying locust stone that shot from nowhere smashed into Shenxiu's head, knocking him to the point that his head was bleeding.

"Where did the bald donkey come from, dare to erect a beam?!" A man with a stick rushed towards Shenxiu, and the iron-clad long stick danced vigorously, and the shadow of the stick was heavy, all of which fell on Shenxiu's body.

Daoran was shocked to see that Shenxiu was beaten by this person, and he had no power to fight back.

After a while, Dao Ran saw that Shenxiu had never learned martial arts at all?

Mana is very easy to use, and it can make a cultivator's physique stronger than that of mortals, and his reaction power is agile and other all-round improvements, so cultivators who practice martial arts casually are ten times stronger than mortals.

But only if you have practiced at least a few simple moves.

Dao Ran only practices Luohan boxing, and now that a punch is played, few people in the world can catch it.

If you don't know any martial arts, and you have an empty body, you will be like Shenxiu's current appearance, and you will be pressed to the ground and beaten by two mortals. If it weren't for the fact that the cultivator's physique was much stronger than that of mortals, Shenxiu would have been killed a long time ago.

Xiaoqing was also anxious when she saw it, and said disdainfully: "Why doesn't this monk have any ability at all?" ”

Dao Ran sighed, where does the confidence come from at this level to persuade him?

"I'm really drunk." Dao Ran sighed with emotion, took out the bamboo flute and put it on his lips.

The melodious sound of the flute spread throughout the battlefield.

Dao Ran directly opened a big move and played the Bodhi Town Heart Song.

The Jianghu people who were still fighting for their lives just now only felt that the huge force was pressing on their backs, and they had to throw down the weapons in their hands and kneel on the ground, so that the weight on their bodies could be slightly reduced.

Miraculously, as long as those injured Jianghu people kneel down with the same piety, the injuries on their bodies are actually suppressed. The blood stopped flowing for the time being, and the severe pain seemed to have been relieved, and as long as you kneel down, you can save your life.

This song that Dao Ran himself comprehended has a very strong suppressive effect, suppressing all suffering and suppressing all evil.

The snake venom that Xiaoqing has cultivated for five hundred years of penance can be suppressed, not to mention a group of mortals.

Shenxiu got up in embarrassment, returned to Daoran's side, and said ashamedly, "Thank you Master for saving me." ”

Daoran accepted the flute and said to Shenxiu: "There is a beginning and an end to doing things, and you can do the rest." ”

Shenxiu hurriedly responded, regardless of the blood on his face, walked in front of this group of suppressed Jianghu people, and continued the dialogue just now: "Amitabha, when is the time for retribution, why don't you put down the butcher's knife and make a good fate?" ”

The people in the rivers and lakes looked at each other, although they felt that this monk was talking like a fart, killing a river of blood, and forming a good fate of a ghost.