Chapter 137 Peach Blossom Forest
Under the falling rain of peach blossoms, a towering peach tree waved its python-like branches towards the few people.
Ning Shiran tapped the ground with his toes and jumped up.
Her casual loose robe rustled in the strong wind, and her high ponytail flew in the wind. She slashed down with a sharp sword in her hand, and with her left hand she waved out three yellow talismans.
As soon as the talisman engraved with mysterious patterns touched the tree branch, it ignited a dazzling purple-red flame.
The flames quickly spread to all parts of the giant tree. Soon, the blazing peach blossom forest turned into an even more brilliant sea of fire.
The giant peach tree at the center of the orchard was the source of the sea of fire. Its branches, as nimble as pythons, twitched and contracted in the air, trying to ward off the flames that burned it.
It’s a pity that fire is the nemesis of trees. Ordinary fire is enough to make them suffer a lot, let alone the fire brought by the spiritual fire talisman.
All the actions were in vain. A human face wailing in pain appeared on the thick tree trunk that required several people to hug, and bursts of shrill screams echoed through the mountains.
Ning Siyuan was so frightened by the scream that his whole body trembled. He struggled to swallow his saliva but suddenly lowered his head and started coughing. He almost became the first person to be killed by saliva.
“Cough cough cough cough…”
Not knowing what was going on, Ning Siyuan lowered his head and coughed continuously, and finally fell to the ground in pain, with an abnormal redness on his face.
Ji's parents were stunned. After they realized what was happening, they quickly stepped forward to help him up. Ji's mother gently patted Ning Siyuan's back and said, "Son, bear with it for a while. You won't cough if you bear with it."
But some things cannot be obtained just because you want them, and some things cannot be endured just because you want to.
Ning Siyuan coughed so hard that it shook the earth, and even coughed up a pool of glaring blood. The flesh and blood sank into the soil, bringing with it a faint smell of blood.
Ji's mother looked anxious, her hand trembling as she held the boy. She hurriedly asked, "Do you have asthma? Do you have any medicine with you?"
Father Ji quickly ran to the other side and found the young man who was concentrating on watching the demon fight. "Master Xie, Master Xie, come and take a look. What's wrong with him?"
The young boy turned his head impatiently, his eyes immediately falling on Ning Siyuan, who was lying on the ground and could hardly breathe, and the middle-aged woman who kept patting his back.
He suddenly asked, "Don't you hate him?"
Father Ji: "What?" He didn't hear the sentence clearly.
The young boy pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth and squinted his upturned fox eyes at Ji's father: "I say, don't you hate him?"
"Your son went up the mountain with the two of them. They returned safely, but your son is unlikely to come back."
The young man's tone was a little playful: "They said that your son found a way to help them escape from the ghost village, but who knows if what they said is true or not?"
"What if they deliberately offered your son as a sacrifice to those evil spirits, and that's why he escaped by chance?"
"I've seen this happen too many times."
Father Ji was frightened by the sudden approaching face and stepped back repeatedly. He looked at the playful smile on the boy's face, and his first reaction was suspicion and disbelief.
Xie Qi shrugged nonchalantly: "I have no grudge against you all, is there any need to lie?"
"Believe it or not, it's up to you."
Father Ji silently turned his head to look at Ning Siyuan who was still coughing and retching. He looked extremely uncomfortable, his chest heaving violently. He tried to open his mouth and breathe deeply but could hardly get enough oxygen. He was even on the verge of suffocation.
But he is the same age as his children, only in his early 20s, as young as the rising sun.
Father Ji shook his head: "Why should I hate him?"
Without paying any more attention to the young boy, the middle-aged man rushed forward and carried Ning Siyuan on his back: "Kid, hold on, I'll take you down the mountain to find a doctor right away."
Father Ji ran down the mountain carrying Ning Siyuan on his back, but was blocked by a familiar figure.
The young man who should have been several meters behind them suddenly appeared in front of Ji's father and said with a sour face, "Put him down. I have a way."
Father Ji half-believed and half-doubted as he gently placed Ning Siyuan on the ground. The boy had curled up in pain, clutching his stomach in agony.
Xie Qi gestured to Ji's father, "Come here and hold him down. Don't let him move."
Father Ji quickly stepped forward and restrained Ning Siyuan's struggling body.
Xie Qi stretched out his finger and tapped Ning Siyuan's abdomen three times: "Let go."
Father Ji released the hand that was holding Ning Siyuan, and saw the boy suddenly turn over and lie on the ground, vomiting out a large pool of black unknown substance with traces of blood in it.
Ji's father and mother took a deep breath.
Ning Siyuan seemed to have finally been relieved, breathing in big gulps, each breath was accompanied by violent gasps, and it took a long time before he gradually calmed down.
Mother Ji took out a stack of toilet paper and handed it to Ning Siyuan: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Come on, wipe your mouth."
"Thank you, uncle and aunt."
Ning Siyuan took the tissue and wiped the dirt from the corner of his mouth. He supported himself with his hands and was about to thank the young boy, but found that he had already walked away.
What a strange person.
He Junxia, who had just emerged from the illusion and had watched the entire process, called out to Ji's parents, "Dad, Mom."
The two turned around in surprise and joy, and a figure that was so familiar that it couldn't be more familiar rushed out from the gorgeous peach forest with fireworks and flowers and came in front of them.
Ji's mother hugged her son who suddenly appeared and cried inconsolably. Her tears soon wet the young man's clothes.
He Junxia hesitantly stretched out her arms and gently hugged Ji's mother: "Mom, I'm sorry for making you worry."
Mother Ji cried for a long time before wiping her tears. She stood up with red eyes and scolded, "What's the use of saying sorry? Do you know that you almost scared us to death?"
"Does the family need your money for the tickets? If something happens to you, how will your dad and I survive?"
Father Ji even walked up to his son and slapped him in the face, his eyes no longer showing any concern for the child.
He scolded her harshly, "When you do something stupid like this, can you not think about the consequences first? Do you know how many people have rushed around to save you, and how much manpower, material resources, and financial resources have been wasted?"
"Have you studied so much in college that you've become a dog!"
Mother Ji looked at the distinct slap marks on her son's face with heartache, but she didn't say anything to stop him. Although she and her husband often played the good cop and the bad cop, this time she really couldn't forgive her son's indulgence and willfulness.
If he is not taught a profound lesson this time, he will never truly realize his mistakes.
He Junxia: ...
He Junxia chose to lower his head and let himself be scolded, because he was now using the body of a wisher.
It's about making money, working, and resurrection. It's not shameful. Just get beaten.
Fortunately, Ning Siyuan stepped forward to mediate, and Ji's father slapped him once and then stopped. However, He Junxia still had to endure the scolding with half of his face red and swollen.
Ning Siyuan listened at the side and didn't dare to say anything. Instead, he lowered his head in shame and gave He Junxia a helpless look.
After all, he was also one of those who did stupid things.
"Wow, you actually managed to get out by yourself, you're quite capable."
A young boy's nasty voice sounded from behind them. Ning Siyuan seemed to have thought of something and pushed Ji Zhou forward: "Master Xie, Ji Zhou also ate food from the village. Can you make him spit it out too?"
Xie Qiming looked He Junxia up and down, narrowed his eyes and smiled, "This classmate doesn't need my help."
What's the meaning?
Everyone looked at the young boy, waiting for him to explain, but he shut up as soon as he finished speaking, showing no intention of explaining at all.
Everyone: ...
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Father Ji thought about what Master Xie had said to him before, and gradually came to his senses. It turned out that Master Xie was the kind of person who loved to watch the fun and not mind getting involved.
Realizing Master Xie's true nature, Ji's father and Ning Siyuan chose to remain silent. They also gave Ji's mother and He Junxia a look respectively, asking them not to ask any more questions for the time being.
If you really want to know the reason, you can ask Master Ning later. Master Ning's personality and temper are much better than Master Xie's.
Seeing that several people were unwilling to be fooled, Xie Qi narrowed his eyes and became interested instead.
He smiled and said, "The food you eat in the ghost village is filled with ghost energy, and this student's internal organs have been infiltrated by ghost energy. I can't do anything about it."
Ji's father and mother's faces turned pale. They had seen Ning Siyuan's distress and almost suffocation, and when they thought that their child's condition was even worse than his, they felt like a huge stone was pressing down on their hearts.
Mother Ji pleaded, "Master Xie, is there no other solution?"
The young boy sighed and shook his head. Although he didn't say it explicitly, this behavior was tantamount to sentencing He Junxia to death.
"Bang!"
A stone hit Xie Qi's back, and Ning Shiran, who had cleaned up the mess, came over carrying a gourd.
"Xie Qi, I'm warning you for the last time. Don't say anything that scares people."
After scolding his junior apprentice, Ning Shiran looked at Ji's mother and said, "Aunt Ji, what solution are you asking for?"
Ji's mother immediately repeated what had just happened, including Xie Qi's words.
Ning Shiran shifted his gaze to look at He Junxia, his brows suddenly furrowed, making Ji's father and mother dare not breathe.
After a moment, the woman stretched out her hand, pinched her fingers, and lightly tapped her brows. She opened her eyes again and looked at He Junxia, her frown relaxing.
"Student Ji, are you willing to join our Guiyi Sect to study Taoism?"
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The author has something to say: Today it was the unlucky Xiao Xia who was beaten innocently [burst into tears][burst into tears]
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