Yang Qing only felt the wound on his chest at this time, the torn muscles rolled outward like a baby's mouth, and the pain was like cutting flesh, now was not the time to deal with the wound, the smell of blood would attract other beasts, and it was the best policy to pack up and leave quickly.

Untying the burden behind him, the porcelain bowl prepared in advance had been broken in half, and he took out the fragment of the tip of the knife from the small wooden box, and began to cut the materials on the Qishan wolf.

When the Qishan wolf died, his eyes were round, Yang Qing changed places several times, and he always felt that the Qishan wolf had been staring at him viciously.

swallowed his saliva, held the tip of the knife in his hand, and stood beside the corpse of the Qishan wolf, he couldn't do anything, and his heart seemed to be crawling with small insects, which made him irritable.

Looking at the corpse covered in dirty blood, with a half-open mouth and a twisted neck, Yang Qing felt even more scared than when he fought with the Qishan wolf, the cold hairs on his body stood on end, and there was a trace of nausea in the fear.

"Slap" Yang Qing slapped himself in the face, forcing himself to "useless things, this will stump you?

"Ah!!" Yang Qing lowered his head and roared, his mouth and throat seemed to have no trace of moisture, and his voice was hoarse.

The tip of the knife is sharp, peeling, chopping claws, disemboweling the heart, and squeezing the essence and blood in the heart into half a porcelain bowl.

Disemboweled, put his hand between the intestines, the soft touch hit his heart, and the dirty blood flowed down his forearm to the ground. The ticking voice seemed to be mocking Yang Qing.

"It's all your incompetence, no wonder others, ah..." Holding a warm heart in his hand, with a force, a packet of hot heart blood sprayed into the porcelain bowl, and the fishy smell was overwhelming.

"Vomit, vomit..." I was about to vomit out of my overnight meal, and my mouth was full of sour water. Yang Qing forced himself to finish all this, couldn't control it anymore, squatted and vomited.

Stuffed the wolf's claws and wolf skins into the baggage, held half a porcelain bowl in his hand, and returned the same way.

The sun was setting in the west, and Lu Zhen and the three of them were already waiting for Yang Qing to come back under the cold iron ore area, looking anxious, pacing back and forth.

"Yang Qing is back, look" Lu Zhen shouted in surprise, and hurriedly greeted Tian Bo and Qi Xiaohu.

The speed of coming back was much faster than when he went, and Yang Qing appeared at the foot of the mountain in the cold iron ore area with the half of the porcelain bowl.

"Yang Qing, your chest..."Lu Zhen saw several wounds on Yang Qing's chest that had begun to form blood scars, pointed at them, his lips trembled and he couldn't speak.

"It's okay... Can't die" sweat, dirt, and blood stains mixed on Yang Qing's face, grinning, but with indescribable tiredness.

This tiredness is not caused by physical exhaustion, but by mental exhaustion.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, hurry up, go back and clean up the wound, it's time to suppurate if it's too late" Qi Xiaohu looked eager, took the half of the porcelain bowl in Yang Qing's hand, and didn't ask again.

The disciples who were still busy in the cold iron mining area pointed at Yang Qing with different expressions, muttering something in their mouths.

"Yang Qing, you can't do this wound without stitches, the wound is too long" Qi Xiaohu was at a loss, cleaned the wound on Yang Qing's body with water, and pointed to the hideous wound that was a foot long and oblique on his chest.

"Sew, where is Lu Zhen's needlework" There is no Lang Zhong in this cold iron ore area, and there is no pill for self-healing injuries, only ordinary needles and threads, Yang Qing inhaled cold air in his mouth, looked tired, and said helplessly and weakly.

"Xiaohu, you come and sew, I don't dare" Lu Zhen's hands trembled, took out the needle and thread and handed it to Qi Xiaohu's hands, and his voice trembled.

"I don't dare to sew, this..."Qi Xiaohu's bitter face was more ugly than crying, looking at the needle and thread in his hand, he didn't know what to do for a while.

"Let's do it, I can hold it" Yang Qing turned his head over, took a long breath, his face was pale, he stubbornly stopped his head, and said through gritted teeth.

"Lu Zhen, take something and let Yang Qing bite it, so as not to bite his tongue" This wound can't be stitched up, this kind of thing can't be counted on Lu Zhen and Tian Bo, can you let Yang Qing sew it by himself, Qi Xiaohu gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, and said stubbornly.

"You two hold down Yang Qing, don't let him move in pain for a while"

"Uh-huh..."The tip of the needle takes a long time. Somewhat blunt. When he pierced into the flesh, he drove the wound, making Yang Qing snort in pain, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped up, and fine beads of sweat appeared.

Lu Zhentian Bo pressed Yang Qing, tilted his head to the side and didn't dare to look, Qi Xiaohu held the embroidery needle in his big hand, his hand was clumsy, his anxious hands trembled, and his face was sweaty.

The needle tip passing through the wound is only the beginning, and the thread twitching in the needle hole is the most painful.

"Xiaohu, can you hurry up, you embroider tweed"

"Lu Zhen, don't talk about me, I've done my best, or you try..."

"Xiaohu, your line is long, you tap and drag"

"Tian Bo, don't talk about me, it's your lead"

"Yang Qing, don't scare me, why are you rolling your eyes?"

"Hmph... Woo" soybean-sized beads of sweat flowed down Yang Qing's cheeks, he thought that he would endure it and it would pass,

He didn't expect it to take so long to stitch a wound and it would hurt so much, he overestimated his endurance.

It took a stick of incense to stitch up a foot-long wound, the needle size was very large, there were more than 20 stitches, and after the stitching, the four of them were sweating through their clothes, like mining ore for eight hours.

"Yang Qing, do you say you're worth it like this" Lu Zhen lay on the bed, looking at Yang Qing who was resting with his eyes closed, his heart was puzzled, and his tone was puzzled and weak.

"Give up now, all the previous efforts have been in vain" Yang Qing closed his eyes, his whole body was out of strength, and he said slowly with his lips shaking.

Yang Qing didn't think about ending here, gave up, and went home to farm. However, his previous efforts and efforts were in vain, and he was not reconciled.

Lu Zhen, Tian Bo, and Qi Xiaohu were silent.

The next time, Yang Qing came to Huihua Peak again and handed over the claws, fur and essence blood of the Qishan wolf. Four claws have eight sect contributions, one wolf skin has ten sect contributions, essence blood is not like ordinary blood, there is no coagulation, a total of eleven drops in exchange for thirty-three sect contributions.

Yang Qing completed this sect task and received a total of 51 sect contributions. A white-clothed disciple registered these and handed Yang Qing a yellow talisman paper with 'Fifty-one' flashing on the talisman paper

The wound on his chest prevented Yang Qing from exercising vigorously, Lu Zhen and the others helped him complete his homework, among the four, Lu Zhen mined the slowest speed, but he could also complete double the homework in one day.

Yang Qing was lucky to have made friends like Lu Zhen, Tian Bo, and Qi Xiaohu, and he was grateful, but he didn't talk about it.

Practicing the "Innate Sixteen Styles" and "Transformation Determination" every day, ordinary monks will no longer practice the "Innate Sixteen Styles" when they reach the Innate Triple Heaven, and Yang Qing cultivates it because the "Innate Sixteen Styles" has the effect of repairing body damage.

Yang Qing couldn't practice the exercises in the second part of "Turning the Breath Decision", and he didn't give up trying, hoping that a miracle would happen.

The one-foot-long wound began to heal the next day, and after three days, the threads sewn on the wound were removed, and the wound was basically healed in ten days, leaving only a long oblique scar on the chest, which was hideous and abnormal.

At noon that day, Yang Qing sat on the bed and looked at his left arm in a daze, he felt that there was something on his left arm that did not belong to him, and this feeling had lasted for two years.

Except for a small scar on his left arm, there was nothing else strange, but this feeling did exist, he had told Lu Zhen and the others about this feeling, they didn't believe it at all, Lu Zhen still had to cut open Yang Qing's left arm to see.

Lu Zhen and the three returned to the stone house after eating, and saw Yang Qing looking at his left arm in a daze, patting him on the shoulder and sitting on the bed.

"Ming, I'll hunt a flag mountain wolf again" Yang Qing saw a few people sitting still, and said with a firm expression.

"The four of us must go with you, or we won't know where you die"

This time the hunting of Qishan wolves did not have the thrill of the last time, Qi Xiaohu got a pheasant, and after killing it near Qishan, he smeared the chicken blood on the chicken feathers, and the four of them took off their clothes and wiped the mud on their bodies and ambushed them.

Soon after, a flag mountain wolf followed the smell of blood to find the pheasant, this flag mountain wolf was stronger and smarter than the one killed by Yang Qing, and saw that the pheasant was not in a hurry to eat, but was vigilant and patrolling.

Yang Qing and the four of them held their breath and entered the fetal breath, and the air that penetrated between the mud gaps could sustain the needs of life. The wolf's sense of smell and hearing is very sensitive, and the mud on its body can isolate the smell, but it is worried that the breathing will be heard by the wolf or smell the smell of breathing.

The wolf pretended to eat the pheasants on the ground several times, and then suddenly alerted to the surroundings, and then relieved himself to see that there was no situation.

Several people looked at the Qishan wolf and hesitated, worried that a long time would attract other Qishan wolves, and their hearts became anxious.

The flag mountain wolf also seemed to be worried about the worries of several people, flicked its tail, and bit the pheasant on the ground.

The four of them took advantage of the gap when the Qishan wolf bit the pheasant, and suddenly attacked, with the wisdom of the Qishan wolf, they would not eat it here. The Qishan wolf was startled when he heard the voice, but it was too late, and he was surrounded by Yang Qing and the four of them.

As the saying goes, a good tiger can't stand a pack of wolves, and here in Yang Qing, a good wolf can't stand a pack of sticks.

After a few sticks, the lonely waist bone of this flag mountain wolf was broken, and then Yang Qing and the others ended its pain happily.

The three of Lu Zhen didn't dare to watch from the side, and hid far away to guard the surroundings.

The last time I chopped the wolf's claws, the process of extracting sperm and blood made Yang Qing and the others unable to eat, and they wanted to vomit when they saw the meat.

With the experience of one time, coupled with the pain of enduring the stitching of the wound, Yang Qing was much stronger, thinking that if he completed it, he would be able to accumulate enough points to contribute to the sect. As the tip of the knife moved, the familiar fishy stench struck again.

This time, I took two more drops of essence blood than last time, and I got fifty-seven sect contributions from hunting and killing this flag mountain wolf. Yang Qing looked at the 'one hundred and eight' on the rune paper in his hand, comforted in his heart, suppressed the tension in his heart, clenched his trembling hands, and walked towards the Zanggong Pavilion full of hope.

The Tibetan Gong Pavilion is located on one of the nine inner peaks of the 'Juhua Peak', the outer disciples of the Juhua Peak can not enter the Juhua Peak at will, there are two white-clothed disciples guarding the entrance of the Juhua Peak, and the outer disciples must indicate their intention to enter, show the voucher or the hand.

"Two senior brothers, I want to enter the first floor of the Tibetan Gong Pavilion, this is the rune paper" Yang Qing saluted the two white-clothed disciples with a kind fist, and then took out the yellow rune paper from his arms.

"Don't move around on Juhua Peak, it's forbidden to hurt your surname, but it's no wonder I didn't remind you," the white disciple returned the talisman paper to Yang Qing and said with an expressionless face.

The Tibetan Gong Pavilion is more magnificent than the notice hall on the Dispatch Hua Peak, the hollow is exquisite, the carving is lifelike, and the whole Tibetan Gong Pavilion lingers with a faint halo.

Yang Qing looked at the Tibetan Gong Pavilion in front of him, sorted out his mood, pushed the door and walked in.