Without waiting for Chen Long to answer, Yang Tianhong continued: "The scope of the cemetery is too large. I clean and walk around there every day, and it would be nice to have a way to save effort. ”

When Chen Long heard this, he laughed: "The Divine Talisman is not a great magic weapon. Brother, you can ask the manager of the Heart Hall for a few sheets. ”

Yang Tianhong held the armor horse in his hand, and did not mean to return it to Chen Long at all: "Brother Chen, you can give me one!" Not long after I went up the mountain, the people in charge were not very familiar, and you said so much just now, I can't remember it at once, if I forget, it will be troublesome. This armor horse is left for me to make an appearance, and I can only compare it with the above when I ask for it! ”

Chen Long smiled happily: "Okay! Anyway, I've been using this 500-mile horse since yesterday, and I'm probably using it pretty much now. The remaining mana can probably run for dozens of miles, and it's almost time to change. Take it if you like. ”

Yang Tianhong looked happy: "Thank you, Brother Chen." ”

……

Baili asks the heart, the inner hall.

Zhang Yongxiang looked at Yang Tianhong, who was standing in front of him, and frowned imperceptibly: "You came to me, just to ask for a divine talisman?" ”

Yang Tianhong's expression was a little panicked, and he repeated the reasons he had told Chen Long before.

"Alright, alright, I got it." Zhang Yongxiang waved his hand impatiently.

He was a little bored in his heart, although he said that he had no progress in cultivation, he was also a deacon of the Asking Heart Hall, and he was in charge of hundreds of people under his hands. Just for the sake of a few magic talismans, this kid in front of him actually came over early in the morning to disturb his meditation, it was really ......

If it was someone else, Zhang Yongxiang would not only walk away, but also find some work such as cleaning toilets and digging manure pits for the other party.

But after all, there is a little bit of inexplicable and inexplicable special relationship between Yang Tianhong and Lu Weiye.

Also, he didn't have long been up the mountain.

Newcomers, they're all like this, they don't understand the rules.

Thinking of this, the unhappiness in Zhang Yongxiang's heart gradually dissipated.

Turning around, he walked to the closet, pulled open the drawer, and pulled out two Divine Talismans.

When handing it to Yang Tianhong, Zhang Yongxiang said lightly: "Such a trivial matter, you can directly ask the steward for it in the future." ”

Yang Tianhong nodded like pounding garlic and thanked him repeatedly.

Being young is also an advantage.

You can pretend that you don't understand anything, and you can use this to test out many people's ways of doing things and styles.

……

Yang Tianhong tried the Shenxing armor horse on the road, and it felt very special, like a force pushing you forward, as if the whole person was blown up by the wind, and there was a distance of about two centimeters between the sole of the shoe and the ground.

Just take a step, and you can step more than three meters and nearly four meters.

When I returned to Courtyard No. 43, it was already afternoon.

The door of Zhang Fugui's room was closed.

The weather was hot, and every day after lunch, he would go to the mountains to find a shady place to retreat, and only come back at dinner.

This is also the daily habit of most outer disciples.

The door to Li Tiangang's house was open.

Through the dazzling sunlight shining into the room, he could be seen leaning against the corner of the side wall in the room, his clothes were tattered, and his left cheek was swollen with a fist-sized bag, the color was bruised, and his eyes were a little deformed when squeezed, and it was difficult to open them.

Zhang Fugui has a tyrannical temperament, and he finds all kinds of reasons to beat people every day. Yang Tianhong has been beaten a lot, and he has already figured out Zhang Fugui's usual activities. After he finished breakfast today, he ran to Zhang Yongxiang to ask for the magic talisman before Zhang Fugui got up, and avoided this catastrophe.

The previous masochistic target was Li Tiangang, but since Yang Tianhong went up the mountain, Zhang Fugui basically didn't trouble Li Tiangang. This made him more or less lax and felt that someone was going to replace him. Unexpectedly, Zhang Fugui couldn't find Yang Tianhong after getting up today, and found himself directly.

Yang Tianhong walked into Li Tiangang's house and saw a wooden latch broken in two on the ground.

Zhang Fugui's strength is amazing, and the door latch with the thickness of his arm is estimated to have been kicked off by him.

Yang Tianhong walked to Li Tiangang's side and silently looked at this fellow disciple who had fed himself medicine many times.

The corners of his mouth were crooked, and his facial muscles were distorted and deformed by the swelling and impact of external forces. There were several teeth scattered on the ground, and a mixture of bloody saliva hung from the corners of his mouth, soaking through a large piece of his chest.

"Help...... Help me ......"

Li Tiangang was angry, and the words spit out from his lips and teeth were intermittent. It looks extremely painful, and it is estimated that he was beaten very hard, and he didn't even have the strength to say a complete sentence.

Sure that he could not pose a threat to himself, Yang Tianhong took a step forward, squatted down, and looked at Li Tiangang.

“…… Help me ......"

Li Tiangang was obviously in extreme pain, he sucked heavily, his whole body was trembling, trying to control the muscles on his face, and squeezed out a smile with extreme difficulty: "Jin...... Inside the cabinet, there is gold sore medicine. ”

Yang Tianhong squatted in place and did not move, as if he had not heard these words.

His gaze was cold, and his expression was unusually cold.

After a full five seconds, Yang Tianhong said slowly: "Senior brother, I am very afraid of death. If I had brought you back to life, would you have killed me? ”

Li Tiangang was stunned.

"I ...... Why should I kill you? He didn't know where the strength came from, so he screamed at the top of his throat: "What's in it for me to kill you?" When the time comes, the torture hall will blame me, and I will ...... I ......"

He gasped for air, followed by a violent cough.

Yang Tianhong's face suddenly changed, revealing an incomparably deep fear.

Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran to the closet, opened the door, and rummaged through a large pile of bottles and cans.

Li Tiangang tried to sit up with his left arm support, and he let out a dry and hoarse howl from the depths of his throat: "It's the gray bottle, the one with the red paper on the bottle...... Ahem, bring it to me. ”

It's much easier to find with pointers.

When Yang Tianhong handed the medicine bottle to Li Tiangang, the latter seemed to see a life-saving straw, snatched it with a very fast movement, pulled out the cork, tilted the bottle mouth, and poured the brown-gray medicine powder that was not good on the surface of the wound.

Although it is only a powder of powder, this gold sore medicine is a thing of the Guiyuan Sect after all. From the recipe to the herbs, the subtlety is far more subtle than similar drugs in the world.

The reason why Li Tiangang was so desperate to get the gold sore medicine was largely because this thing could relieve pain.

Zhang Fugui's reckless name is not blown out. He is very measured when he beats people, and he will not break the bones, which are all skin injuries.

Despite this, Li Tiangang still felt so much pain that he couldn't even stand up after being beaten.

Looking at Li Tiangang, who was barely sitting up after applying the medicine, Yang Tianhong stared at his tattered Taoist robe that could not cover the large blue and purple chest and collarbone, and asked in a very low voice, "How do you feel?" Is it better? ”

Li Tiangang's body stiffened for no reason, and a very complex emotion swept up, almost drowning out all his thoughts: "...... You...... Do you really think so? ”

This was just the beginning, and more questions flashed in the depths of Li Tiangang's mind.

"Why are you helping me get my medicine?"

"You don't hate me?"

"I've given you a lot of medicine. Hehe...... Didn't you think that you would kill me with a knife just now when I couldn't move? ”

Li Tiangang went up the mountain at the age of eleven, stayed in the outer gate for three years, was unable to refine qi, and was expelled to the outer hall.

He had seen all kinds of hot and cold worlds, and his fellow disciples, who had been flattering and flattering to him, now looked at himself like a skinny and worthless pig.

Li Tiangang did not believe that Yang Tianhong would help him unprincipledly like the White Lotus Mother.

Yang Tianhong looked at him with dark black eyes like ink jade: "I said I don't hate, do you believe it?" ”

Li Tiangang sat in a chair, his left foot slightly retracted, and his right hand moved behind him at an extremely slow pace.

He had a dagger hidden under his shirt at the back of his waist.

When he was beaten by Zhang Fugui before, the reason why Li Tiangang didn't draw the knife was because he knew that Zhang Fugui would not be ruthless to himself, so there was no need to fight with his life.

But now it's different.

Li Tiangang was very clear about the pills he had concocted. I didn't dare to eat it, so I had to use Yang Tianhong to test the medicine.

It's no different from poisoning and killing people.

Yang Tianhong's expression was calm, like a cold pool that couldn't see through the depths: "Hate, and anger...... This kind of thing is a matter of priority. ”

Li Tiangang frowned slightly.

This was a bit strange to say, and he felt that for a few seconds, his thinking seemed to be grasped by Yang Tianhong. It's like a kite, firmly dragged by a thin string.

Yang Tianhong suddenly leaned forward.

It was a surprise. Li Tiangang subconsciously held the handle of the dagger, but saw that Yang Tianhong just put his head close to his ear and said a sentence in a flat tone, mixed with a warm breath.

"Senior brother, let's do it together and slaughter Zhang Fugui, what do you think of this idea?"

The pupils in Li Tiangang's eyes shrank instantly.

Many times, he had the same thought, but just thinking about it.

Killing is simple.

Aim at the vital point and stab it in.

There is also an easier old way, get some poison and mix it in Zhang Fugui's meal.

If a person dies, the torture hall will definitely interrogate.

Those people are shrewd and don't just mess around.

Li Tiangang looked at Yang Tianhong silently, silently doing evaluation and analysis.

The more and more detailed he thought about it, the more Li Tiangang felt that he couldn't help but feel chills.

At the same time, there are also indescribable, incomparably strong stimuli and impulses.

“…… Tell me what you think, how to kill? Li Tiangang felt that the blood flow rate in his body had increased significantly, and a festive picture of Zhang Fugui's head in a different place flashed in his mind.

Yang Tianhong's answer was simple and clear: "Let's dig a pit and let him jump into it by himself." ”

……

The next day, in the afternoon.

On the fork in the low-level cemetery, Yang Tianhong and Li Tiangang took turns with hoes, sweating like rain.

To the east, there is a high-class cemetery where monks are buried.

It's a trail that few people come to, and it's also the precinct of Thirty-Four.

From last night until now, a pit more than three meters deep has been dug.

(In the past few days, there will be fewer updates, so there is really no way.) Thank you to all the book friends who rewarded and voted, thank you! ）