Chapter 62: Scholars Should Not Hold Knives
A chilly wind blew through the room, dispersing all the warmth originally brought by the heated kang. Almost all the water in the house froze into ice. The blood, dirty internal organs, and minced meat scattered on the ground had already frozen into ice chips, reflecting a dull light at a glance.
Lin Du narrowed his eyes and released his consciousness to the entire room, sensing any remaining demonic power.
The remaining spiritual power is not too great. The person living inside seems to be a mortal who has not yet entered the Tao. It does not require too much demonic power to easily hurt people.
But villagers living in mountain villages usually stick talismans bought from the city on their doors to scare away monsters that come down the mountain in winter. According to common sense, huge amounts of monster power will be left on the doors and windows.
But the remnants of the demonic power in this house are only left inside the house.
That's strange.
Lin Du frowned, looked at Yan Qing who followed in, and shook his head slightly.
Yan Qing hesitated for a moment, "It is indeed impossible to save it after it is broken into pieces like this."
Lin Du: ...
She took a deep breath and said, "I mean, something is wrong here. There's something fishy going on."
As a disciple of the Supreme Sect, in addition to the daily training, physical training, Heart Sutra and other exercises to increase strength, there are also various miscellaneous survival skills and knowledge in the world of cultivation.
For example, detecting demonic aura, judging demonic power and the characteristics of various monsters.
"...This monster doesn't shed hair." Lin Du walked around the room.
But the monsters in the north are already cold, and the hairless monsters should have hibernated long ago.
Yan Qing asked tentatively, "Master Junior, do you mean that this monster might be from outside?"
Lin Du shook his head, holding the compass in his hand, and walked to the wide open window, "I don't know."
"This house doesn't seem to have any magic charms to ward off evil spirits."
Yan Qing looked around for a while, "But that's not right. Every winter, the Supreme Sect will give the villagers in the surrounding mountains a talisman with the power of a high-level monk for free as a deterrent."
Usually, with the talisman, at least the monsters in the house would not dare to enter, and would only harm the cattle and sheep outside the door.
There seemed to be footprints of a monster outside the window, but they were covered by light snow.
Lin Du knocked on the sloppy window frame and suddenly saw the compass for detecting evil spirits start to turn.
"Yan Qing!"
Only a living monster could make this copper needle float so high.
The young man in the white robe pressed the windowsill with one hand and leaped out, followed closely by the tall young man with a black iron broadsword on his back.
The two men flew low over the snow at a high speed. While running, Yan Qing reached behind him and pulled out the big knife.
The copper needle on the compass in Lin Du's hand was suspended, with its pointed tip pointing straight to the northwest.
The northwest is the edge of the village, close to the mountains.
The remaining demonic power lasted less than half an hour, perhaps shortly after they received the sect's summons.
Lin Du was thinking rapidly in her mind. The disciple badge on her waist flashed with a white light. She took off the badge and said, "Speak."
"Junior Master, the one that ate the cow is most likely a golden tiger at the seventh level of the enlightenment period." Mo Lin's voice came out steadily.
The strength of the seventh stage of the enlightenment period is basically equivalent to the state of mind of a person practicing the zither, which is Lin Du's realm, but the monster's attack power is stronger, and the junior uncle is not good at fighting.
"If Junior Master finds the trace of the monster, don't act rashly. I suspect that the monster came down the mountain to hunt that 300-pound cow because it has a cub that needs to be fed."
Normally, a single golden tiger would not eat such a heavy sacred cow until only the bones were left.
It must be very troublesome to anger a golden tiger with children.
"It's too late." Lin Du raised his eyes.
Mo Lin heard a short sentence in the whistling wind. He was not sure what Lin Du said, so he asked again, "Junior Master? What did you say?"
"I said, it's too late."
The compass in his hand kept shaking, indicating that the thing was already close at hand. Lin Du put the disciple token into his arms, took out the Floating Life Fan with one hand, gathered all his spiritual power, and swung it out.
The white aura turned into an ice blade, and because of its extremely high speed, it made a sharp whistle in the wind. Then it brushed past a thick tree trunk, bringing up a cloud of snow.
At this moment, both of them could see clearly what the thing covered in snow was under the tree.
A huge golden tiger with fierce and intimidating eyes roared, and the snow on the trees fell down, and the surrounding leaves also trembled.
Lin Du used his spiritual power to block his hearing in time. The tiger roar of the monster golden tiger was offensive to the soul. Although his current realm was not high and the damage was not great, it still had a strong impact.
Yan Qing was a step too late, his head was buzzing, and his hand that drew the knife was also a step slower.
He shouted, "Master Junior! Let me do it!!"
The tiger had already jumped out, its muscles tensed, and headed straight for Lindu.
"Come and hit me with a hammer." Lin Du swung out another fan, barely using the frozen frost to limit the speed of the tiger leaping out of the air.
But that could only delay for a few moments, as soon the tiger swooped down with frost all over its body.
Lin Du narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, the monster had thick skin and flesh.
But she soon discovered something was wrong, "Yan Qing! Damn! This tiger demon is going berserk!!!"
She had tried the Fu Sheng Fan with Yan Ye recently, and it was impossible for anything of the same level to not be frozen.
A huge demonic power erupted from the tiger's body. Fine pieces of ice flew into the air, reflecting a blinding glare in the snow. The ice could not contain the tiger and was even quickly pushed away. There was only one possibility.
The tiger demon went berserk.
The fierce sword energy appeared in front of Lin Du, and then the dark green sword chopped up from bottom to top with momentum, forcing the tiger demon to retreat a few steps.
Lin Du cursed, forgetting that they had blocked their hearing. He quickly retreated and picked up the disciple token.
Among the four new disciples, Lin Du has the highest cultivation level, while Yan Qing is only in the middle stage of Qinxin realm.
She quickly called for help, then quickly jumped to the side and sent a telepathic message to Yan Qing, "Suppress him for a while. Hold him as long as you can. If you can't hold him any longer, retreat."
The man who was so ambitious to fight the tiger just now was now forced to retreat by three consecutive attacks and bites with fierce and evil spirits.
After Yan Qing heard the telepathic message, his face became solemn, and he was still mumbling, "Brother Hu, why did you get violent the first time you met? Why don't you consider sitting down and having a good chat?"
"Just tell me what you want, right? Why use force?"
"We monks have little meat and many bones. They are not tasty, Brother Tiger."
"It is said that the tiger is the king of all beasts. What could make you so angry, brother Tiger?"
As he spoke, his sword kept blocking the fierce attacks of the tiger claws in the air.
The sharp demonic power brushed against the heavy steel knife, splashing sparks, and then the claws hit the blade hard. The claws were shining with golden light and had a texture similar to steel, and the scraping made a harsh sound.
Yan Qing did not retreat, but stood firmly in place, raised his wide sleeves slightly puffed up, held the broad sword horizontally, and steadily resisted the tiger that pounced on him.
"Junior Master! I can only hold on for seven more breaths at most!!!"
A man and a tiger, one holding a sword upright and one with front legs raised, staring at each other through the back of a dark green sword.
The tiger's eyes were blazing with a menacing look, and the scholar, who was usually kind-hearted, showed no sign of backing down at this moment.
"Brother Tiger, you want to talk like this? That's fine."
Lin Du, who was rapidly setting up the formation on the side, threw down the last spiritual stone, and stabbed the ground heavily with the folded folding fan. The spiritual power quickly poured into the formation along the top of the fan. In the blink of an eye, an invisible spiritual light appeared in the snow, forming a complex formation pattern.
She raised her eyes and looked at the young man who was trembling slightly under his blue cloth robe because he could not hold on.
A steady and clear voice entered Yan Qing's consciousness, "Okay, retreat without worries."
Yan Qing's hands went limp, and he quickly retreated with the force that had leapt towards him, his feet leaving two deep pits in the snow.
The white spiritual power that was buried shallowly in the snow suddenly rose from the ground, swirling and flowing, forming a spiritual power cage with a roof, and the outer wall was just stuck in front of Yan Qing's toes.
The tiger hit the spiritual power barrier heavily, and was heavily rebounded by the spiritual power of the formation. It let out a wail and fell to the ground.
Yan Qing fell on his butt and tilted his head to look at his still elegant junior master.
"I said, scholars shouldn't hold a knife, a fan is more appropriate."