Chapter 190: Tiger Yang Guan’s assassin
Cao Xiong didn't notice Meng Fan who was wandering around, and with a puzzled look on his face, he turned around and left.
As for Meng Fan, he was also powerless to travel down, and his physical body woke up when his Godly Traveling Body was sucked back into the cave.
After waking up, Meng Fan sat on top of his bed, stroked his chin, and smiled broadly, ''I thought what was going on? It turns out to be a great gift from Deacon Cao, this is really something!"
Immediately afterward, his expression became grave again, secretly reminding himself to take precautions, lest he lose his life before his mission was accomplished.
During the latter part of the night, the winds slightly lessened, and the registered disciples staying in the cave, gradually quieted down, those with better cultivation forced themselves to meditate and cultivate, lending themselves to get through this cold night, while the others with little cultivation curled up in the innermost part of the cave, their hands clasping their bodies, counting the time minute by minute and hoping that the daytime would come sooner.
Meng Fan, on the other hand, was lying on the bed, wrapped in the quilt, and was grasping the art of cultivating the Dream Dao, at this moment, without the help of the Blood Soul, it was naturally not so easy to cultivate, however, because last night, three times in a row, he had entered the state of Divine Journey, some of the difficulties in the cultivation had basically already been resolved, and whether or not he could be introduced to the art in the next step, it was just a matter of time.
The latter half of the night passed calmly, and the next day's sunshine was great, the bright light penetrated the morning sun, and shone unstintingly on the bitter cultivation cliff, and the temperature inside the cave began to warm up …… and let the newcomers who had suffered from a night's crime, touched to the point of crying, usually, how have they ever cared about a ray of sunshine.
Subsequently, there are people who pushed open the door panel of the cave, the sunshine welcomed in, stretching the stiff body, the tired face slowly has a few points of red color.
Of course, they also just pushed open the door, naturally do not dare to walk out, otherwise it would be a violation of the rules, the night's sin is considered in vain.
At noon, the little Taoist priest who had guided them, walked down along the iron rope and began to take names one by one.
Meng Fan paid a little attention and realized that besides the one who fell off the cliff and died, there were still more than fifty people living on this ascetic cliff, and the number of people recruited by Tiger Yang Guan this time was considered quite a lot.
Inside these fifty people, there were a few people who expressed to the young Taoist priest the intention to quit during the roll call, obviously having had a very bad night, coupled with the death of another person, they were frightened and had developed the intention to quit.
The little monk did not say anything, just did a little registration, said will reflect to the above, as expected, in the afternoon, the little monk came over again, said to the few people, said in the bitter cultivation cliff retreat for three days, is every Tiger Yang Guan disciples can not escape the sharpening of the past three days, you can receive the bedding bedding, the next will be a lot better, even if he just joined the Tiger Yang Guan when, is also so! If you really want to quit, you can, but you need to pay part of the liquidated damages.
It was also said that if people have confidence in themselves, after they have completed one month of cultivation in the Bitter Cultivation Cliff, they can go and apply for the qualification of outer disciple, if they become an outer disciple, then naturally they don't have to live here, they can live inside the Taoist house inside the Tiger Yang Guan, where the environment is also too much better than here.
That little monk is not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years of age, the crowd heard his words, slightly moved, think even this little monk has persisted through, there is no reason why they can not persist through, besides, three days later will be able to receive bedding, living conditions will be greatly improved.
Considering all of this, a few of the people who were planning to quit, a few of them dispelled the idea of quitting, but there were still two people who left.
Meng Fan is not very concerned about these, anyway, he will not go, bedding and bedding, he has his own, but when he heard the words "after a month you can apply for the outer disciples, live in the Taoist house of the Tiger Yang Guan", it is on the heart, this is naturally to fight for, to penetrate into the enemy's inner circle, is one of his plans.
At that time, want to do something, to live in the bitter cultivation cliff is much more convenient.
After the little Taoist left, no one else came, until the early hours of the night, when something unexpected happened, this thing was like a heavenly blessing, and let Meng Fan become even more determined to go undercover in the Tiger Yang Guan.
In the wee hours of the morning, the night was inked in, and there was no wind, when Meng Fan was practicing the art of Dream Dao, he suddenly heard a slight friction sound from the cliffs outside, as if there was something climbing on the cliffs.
At first, he thought that it was a Corpse Shame roaming around the cliff, but then he realized that it was not the case.
At this moment, there was a black shadow, slowly climbing and walking on the bitter cultivation cliff, this black shadow appeared at a particularly skillful time, it was the time when the patrol disciples above the cliff were turning in their shifts, and the Soul Drawing Urchin suspended outside the bitter cultivation cliff had also wandered into the distance, and didn't notice the arrival of this black shadow.
And ten meters away from this black shadow, there is a corpse shame is climbing there, motionless looking at the distance, that black shadow toward the corpse shame more and more climbing closer and closer, suddenly drew a short sword, stabbed into the head of the corpse shame, and then pressed the body of the corpse shame on the cliff, lest the corpse shame fall down …… means extremely clean and sharp.
Also at this time, the patrolling disciples completed the shift, that black shadow took a look at the top of the cliff, his eyes condensed, and then tugged Corpse Guilt s body, climbed the cliff wall and swung gently, swung to the door of a cave, pushed open the door and hid in.
The door panel of that cave clearly had a number written on it, ninety-nine.
After entering the cave, the black shadow first scanned the scene inside the cave, and suddenly froze, Hurley found a person lying on the bed, crossing his legs, is inclined to look at him curiously …… beside the bed with an alcohol stove lit!
That black shadow since he dared to break into the Tiger Yang Guan at night, naturally probed the news, knowing that the bitter cultivation cliff new stayed some new disciples, is closing three days of bitter customs, but …… the person in front of him, which is like closing the bitter customs, looks clearly come to the vacation well!
"Your Excellency is ……"
Meng Fan sat up and saw that person was dressed in black with a black hood, only two eyes were exposed, and he was carrying a corpse guilt in his hand, and the corpse guilt's head was dripping black blood, so he knew that he was not here to assassinate him, so he wanted to open his mouth and ask about it, but he ended up being pointed to his throat by the person with a short sword.
"If you want to live, be honest and keep quiet."
That person's voice sounded very vicissitude, surprisingly it was an old man, Meng Fan spread his hands to show that he had no malicious intent, and then closed his mouth.
After waiting for a few moments, that old man listened quietly with his side ear to the movement outside, and gently bent down, placing the corpse guilt on the ground, but just at this time, a soul-drawing brat, squeezed in from the doorway, and silently rode on the old man's head, that old man's gaze immediately revealed a panicked color, followed by confusion, and turned around, about to push the door and walk out… …
Outside was a ten thousand foot cliff, walking out would inevitably fall off the cliff and die!
The old man was clearly trapped !
For this kind of soul-drawing brat, Meng Fan is also aware of its power, on Shangguan Ning's computer, there are many cases recorded, many people have died innocently because of the brat's manipulation, Xiaoyu's mom is one of them, and at the time of the CiFu River, Liu Erxie was also almost hit by the trick ……
"Tiger Yang Guan's enemy is a friend, give us a hand!"
Between flashes of thought, Meng Fan suddenly stood up and stretched out his palm, with a ball of indestructible earth fire diffusing in his palm, grabbing at the soul-drawing brat on the old man's head ……