"If you don't want to die, get out of here."
The bandits' harsh words startled the green ivy on Li Ming's shoulder.
It scurried to Li Ming's back to hide, but it was just a charade; two green leaves couldn't hide it from the outside.
What kind of monster is this?
The bandits panicked and suddenly noticed a moving white radish on Li Ming's shoulder, which was beyond their comprehension. They all stood up and gripped their knives tightly.
Li Ming didn't care about their expressions and actions, and asked, "Which Little Dragon Girl are you talking about? Do you have a portrait of her?"
They didn't speak, they just stared at Li Ming.
Li Ming took out the Spring and Autumn Annals brush and began to paint in the space with swift strokes.
The girl in the painting looks to be in her teens. She is stunningly beautiful, with a snow-white body and an exceptionally beautiful face. However, her skin is pale and lacks color. She is dressed in a thin white cloth, as if shrouded in mist.
Immortal spiritual power swiftly outlined a beautiful white-clad figure, like a fairy, appearing in the air.
Over the years, Yunmeng Sect has seen many figures from various realms and met people from different worlds. She left a particularly deep impression on him because she was the first person to come in and speak to him.
At that time, I also taught her two martial arts techniques, "The Shifting Acupoints Classic" and "The Transformation of the Great Void into a Dragon Chapter".
Now, when I hear them talk about Little Dragon Girl, I can't help but think of the scene when she was thrown down, her eyes covered, a girl with a somewhat aloof personality.
Wait a minute, Li Ming suddenly remembered something crucial: Little Dragon Girl fell in 30,000 years ago, so she should have died by now.
Could it really be her?
Unless the timelines are different.
He was lost in thought, his expression strange.
But his trick of drawing in the air startled both the teahouse owner and the bandits. What kind of skill was that?
“He…he…he…” one of the bandits stammered, his words incoherent.
"What are you afraid of? Don't panic, it's just a charade."
A burly man calmed down. He had traveled the world and never seen any deceptive tricks. So what if someone painted in the air?
Li Ming glanced at them casually.
The bandit's broadsword trembled incessantly, emitting a buzzing sound, before finally shattering into countless pieces with a loud "bang."
His legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, covered in sweat, his face filled with terror, and his whole body trembling.
Even the teahouse owner and his son were shocked and horrified, completely unaware of what was happening, seeing the bandit kneeling on the ground, his knife shattered into pieces.
Li Ming said calmly, "Can you tell me now? Is it her?"
"have no idea."
The bandits spoke haltingly.
They only knew the general outline.
It is said that a woman transformed into a dragon and was regarded as a monster. The three leaders of the village and many martial arts practitioners all wanted to capture the dragon. After collecting the toll, they also wanted to go and see it.
"That's all we know, please spare our lives, hero," the bandits said.
At this moment, the teahouse owner's son shouted:
"Don't let them go. Their village burns, kills, and robs women every day. Hero, please don't let them go."
"You're asking for it," the bearded man gritted his teeth.
The teahouse owner quickly covered the child's mouth, saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, children say the darndest things."
Li Ming looked at the teahouse owner's son and gave him a slight smile: "Cover your eyes."
The child looked at Li Ming with a strange expression, not understanding.
Fortunately, the boss understood and quickly covered his son's eyes, and then a "bang" sound was heard.
All the bandits kneeling on the ground were dead. One by one, they fell to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices. The key point is that the teahouse owner didn't even see how Li Ming made his move.
Was it because Li Ming didn't make a move that the bandit died, or was it because he was too slow to look up?
I was shocked and frightened.
Because these bandits died here, if they came seeking revenge, they wouldn't be able to withstand their wrath. Then they saw a strange power emanating from Li Ming's hand.
The power transformed into flames, continuously surging forth.
A moment later, the ground was spotless, with not even ashes left behind.
The child opened his eyes and asked, "Great hero, where are they?"
"Uncle is sending them to a new world, don't worry," Li Ming said with a smile. His smile was so infectious that even the children smiled, except for the teahouse owner, whose face was filled with horror.
Li Ming asked, "Do you know the specifics of what happened with Xiaolongnu?"
The child and the teahouse owner shook their heads; they knew nothing about the affairs of the martial arts world.
Do you know where the bandits' hideout is?
"Southwest." The teahouse owner pointed in a direction, his finger trembling slightly, and said, "Qingya Village is over there, with hundreds of bandits who do nothing but burn, kill, and rob everywhere."
"Doesn't the imperial court care about this?"
"The emperor is far away, how can he possibly manage it?"
"Thank you, sir."
Li Ming smiled, took to the air, and sped towards Qingya Village, like a streak of light piercing the sky.
The child ran out, looked at Li Ming who had already disappeared, waved his two little hands, and said:
"Father, is this a deity?"
The teahouse owner was stunned. After a long while, he looked up at the traces of Li Mingfei in the sky. His mind was still unsettled. Could it be that what his grandfather said about the existence of gods in the world was true?
...
Qingya Village is located in a very remote area, nestled on a low mountain. There are no other villages at the foot of the mountain, only a small village stretching out here.
As soon as he landed inside, Li Ming saw three burly-looking men and a sleazy-looking scholar walking out.
They walked and talked about which village had the best women and which village had the most juicy girls.
A group of people followed behind him, all with a sleazy appearance, echoing him; they were clearly thugs or hooligans.
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