Chapter 62: Scholars Should Not Hold Knives
The cold wind blew through the hall, dispelling all the heat originally brought by the kang. The water in the house almost turned into ice. The blood and dirty meat scattered on the ground had frozen into ice chips, reflecting a dull light at a glance.
Lin Du narrowed his eyes and released his consciousness to the entire house, feeling the remaining demonic power.
The remaining spiritual power was not too great. The person living inside seemed to be a mortal who had not yet entered the Tao. He did not need too much demonic power to easily hurt people.
But the villagers living in the mountain village usually put talismans bought from the city on their doors to scare away the monsters that came down the mountain in winter. According to common sense, there would be huge demonic power residues on the doors and windows.
But the remaining demonic power in this house is only inside the house.
This is strange.
Lin Du frowned, looked at Yan Qing who followed him in, and shook his head gently.
Yan Qing pondered for a moment, "It is indeed impossible to save it if it is broken like this."
Lin Du:...
She took a deep breath, "What I mean is that something is wrong at the scene, there is something strange."
As a disciple of the Supreme Sect, in addition to the daily training, physical skills, and heart sutras that increase strength, there are also various fragmentary survival skills and knowledge in the world of cultivation.
For example, surveying demonic energy, judging demonic power and the characteristics of various monsters.
"...This monster doesn't shed hair." Lin Du walked around the house.
But the monsters in the north are already cold, and the monsters that don't grow hair should have hibernated long ago.
Yan Qing asked tentatively, "Master Junior, do you mean that this demon may 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 family doesn't seem to have any talismans to drive away demons and beasts."
Yan Qing looked around for a while, "But that's not right. Every winter, the Supreme Sect will give the surrounding villagers in the deep mountains a talisman with the power of a high-level monk for free as a deterrent."
Usually with that talisman, at least the demons in the house dare not break into the house, and only dare to harm the cattle and sheep outside the door.
There seemed to be footprints of the demon 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 demonic energy started to turn.
"Yan Qing!"
Only a living demon could make this copper needle float so high.
The young man in the shabby robe pressed the window sill with one hand and leaped out, followed closely by the tall young man with a black iron broadsword on his back.
The two of them flew low over the snow, and Yan Qing reached behind him as he ran and pulled out the broadsword behind him.
The copper needle suspended by the compass in Lin Du's hand pointed straight to the northwest.
The northwest is the edge of the village, close to the mountain.
The remaining demon power was less than half an hour, perhaps not long after they received the sect's summons.
Lin Du was thinking rapidly in her mind. The disciple badge on her waist badge suddenly glowed white. She took off her waist badge and said, "Speak."
"Uncle Master, the one who ate the cow is probably a golden tiger at the seventh level of the enlightenment period." Mo Lin's voice came out steadily.
The strength of the seventh level 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 attack power of the monster is stronger, and the uncle master is not good at fighting.
"If the uncle master finds the trace of the monster, don't act rashly. I suspect that the monster went down the mountain to hunt the cow that weighed at least 300 kilograms because it had a cub to feed."
Normally, a single golden tiger would not eat such a heavy spiritual cow until only the skeleton was left.
It must be very difficult 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, "Little Master? What did you say?"
"I said, it's too late."
The compass in his hand kept shaking, indicating that the thing was already in front of him. Lin Du put the disciple token into his arms, and with one hand he offered the Fu Sheng Fan, gathered all his spiritual power, and swung it out.
The white spiritual light turned into an ice blade, and because of the extremely high speed, it made a sharp whistle in the wind, and then brushed past a thick tree trunk, bringing up a piece of snowflakes.
At this moment, both of them saw clearly what the thing covered in snow under the tree was.
A huge golden tiger, with a fierce and menacing light in its eyes, roared angrily, and the snow on the tree was shaken to the ground, causing the surrounding leaves to tremble slightly.
Lin Du used his spiritual power to seal his hearing in time. The roar of the monster golden tiger was offensive to the soul. Although the current state 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 from the shock, and his hand that drew the knife was also a step too slow.
He shouted, "Uncle Junior! Let me go!!"
The tiger had already jumped out, its muscles tensed, and headed straight for Lindu.
"You come with a hammer." Lin Du swung his fan again, barely using the freezing frost to limit the speed of some tigers that jumped out of the air.
But that could only delay for a few moments, and soon the tiger swooped down with a body of frost.
Lin Du narrowed her eyes, and it turned out that the monster was indeed thick-skinned.
But soon she found something wrong, "Yan Qing! Damn it! This tiger monster is going berserk!!!"
She had tried the Fu Sheng Fan with Yan Ye these days, and it was impossible for it to be frozen at the same level. A
huge demonic power burst out from the tiger, and fine frost flew into the air, reflecting a dazzling glare in the snow light. The frost could not seal the tiger, and was even quickly pushed away. There was only one possibility.
The tiger monster went berserk.
The fierce sword energy crossed in front of Lin Du, and then the dark green broadsword chopped up from bottom to top with momentum, forcing the tiger monster to retreat a few steps.
Lin Du cursed, forgetting that they had blocked their hearing, and retreated quickly, picking up the disciple token.
Among the four new disciples, Lin Du had the highest cultivation level, while Yan Qing was only in the middle stage of Qin's heart state.
She quickly called people, then quickly jumped to the side and sent a telepathic message to Yan Qing, "Suppress him for a while, as long as you can, retreat if you can't."
The person who was ambitious to fight the tiger just now was now forced to retreat while walking by three consecutive swoops and bites with fierce demonic energy.
After Yan Qing heard the telepathic message, his handsome face became solemn, and he was still muttering, "Brother Tiger, why did you get violent as soon as you met? Why don't you sit down and have a good chat?"
"Just tell me what you want, right? Why get violent?"
"We monks have little meat and many bones, so we are not tasty, Brother Tiger."
"It is said that the tiger is the king of all beasts. What can make you so angry, Brother Tiger?"
He said this, but the big knife kept blocking the fierce attack of the tiger claws in the air.
The sharp demonic power brushed against the heavy steel knife, splashing a spark, and then the claws hit the blade fiercely. The claws were shining with golden light and the texture was close to steel, scraping and making a harsh sound.
Yan Qing did not retreat, but stood firmly in place, raised his wide sleeves and puffed them slightly, holding the broad sword horizontally, and steadily resisted the tiger that pounced on him.
"Uncle Junior Master! I can only hold on for seven more breaths at most!!!"
One man and one tiger, one holding a sword upright, one standing on the front leg, staring at each other across the back of a dark green sword.
The tiger's eyes were blazing with man-eating fear, and the originally generous scholar's spirit did not evade at this moment.
"Brother Tiger, do you want to talk like this? That's fine."
Lin Du, who was quickly setting up the formation on the side, threw down the last spiritual stone, and stabbed the ground with his 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 floated in the snow, forming a complex formation pattern.
She raised her eyes and looked at the boy who was shaking slightly under his blue shirt and robe because he couldn't support himself.
A steady and clear voice entered Yan Qing's consciousness, "Okay, don't worry."
Yan Qing's hands softened, and then he quickly retreated with the power of the tiger jumping towards him, and his feet rubbed two deep pits in the snow.
The white spiritual power that was shallowly buried in the snow suddenly rose from the ground, swirling and flowing, forming a spiritual cage with a roof, and the outer wall was just stuck in front of Yan Qing's toes.
The tiger hit the spiritual wall heavily, and was heavily rebounded by the spiritual power of the formation. With a wail, it 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 powerful."