Chapter 593: Injured disciple

Daoist Master Qingfeng hurriedly tore open Zhou Ming's trouser leg, but saw that his legs were a bloody mess, a large part of the iron sand that crumbled out of the cannon had struck on top of his legs, and although it looked a bit horrifying, it was only a few superficial wounds that didn't injure his muscles and bones.

Qingfeng Taoist finally took a long breath, just now, if it was not Zhou Ming dodge fast, certainly hit in the chest, this little life is considered to be accounted for here. Qingfeng Taoist long out of breath, only then from the baggage took out a medicine bottle, sprinkled some Yunnan Baiyao in Zhou Ming's wound, and from his own robe pulled down a few pieces of broken step, simple to give him a bandage, to stop the blood that constantly pouring out.

"Inspector Zhang, the poor Taoist risked his life to come here for your safety, why are you killing my disciple?!" Daoist Master Qingfeng raised his head and stared angrily at Inspector Zhang who was not far away, his eyes were filled with rage, fortunately Zhou Ming was not seriously hurt, if there was any harm or injury, Daoist Master Qingfeng was bound to kill all of these people even if he had to put his life on the line.

Inspector Zhang sneered, "This official's life doesn't need you to save it, it's just that you, this old Taoist, don't know what's good and bad, this official tolerates you again and again, but you blocked this official's matter of moving the ancestral grave several times, and let this official how can I get around you!"

Qingfeng Taoist long looked up to the sky and laughed miserably, this laughter is full of endless bleakness and helplessness, he said word by word:Good! Since Inspector Zhang is so not listening to poor Taoist's loyal advice, poor Taoist is also too lazy to care about these things anymore, this will take his disciple and leave!"

Saying that, Daoist Qingfeng helped Zhou Ming up with one hand and was about to walk towards the distance.

"Do you think you can still leave?" Inspector Zhang let out another cold laugh, but he saw dozens of officials and soldiers with cannons surrounding them all of a sudden, all of a sudden aiming their guns at their master and disciple.

"What are you going to do?!" Daoist Master Qingfeng turned around and looked at Inspector Zhang.

"And now that you have caused havoc at my Zhang family's ancestral tomb, and let this official leave a laughing stock in front of the world, this official will not be able to forgive you lightly, come on people, tie up these two maniacs with chains, and send thirty people to guard them well, when this official finishes moving the ancestral tomb, then he will pay attention to these two maniacs."

Just as the words left his mouth, he saw a few officials and soldiers quickly walking around, the chains in their hands "clattering" as they walked towards Daoist Master Qingfeng and Zhou Ming.

Daoist Master Qingfeng swept a glance at the crowd, a murderous aura flashed in his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "You think these people can stop Poor Taoist?"

"Old Taoist Qingfeng, you'd better be sensible, this constable knows that you have excellent kung fu, we officials and soldiers might not be able to cure you, but don't forget that you still have an injured disciple, as long as you dare to run, this constable will immediately beat your disciple into a hornet's nest!" Sheriff Zhang stepped forward and pointed his belt knife at Daoist Master Qingfeng, saying viciously.

Qingfeng Taoist head's expression for a stunned, eyes in the murderous aura suddenly dissipated away, just now the anger attacked the heart, already moved to kill the idea, completely forgot that there is still an injured disciple beside him, his own life on the acceptance of the two disciples, one has fallen off the cliff fell to his death, the rest of the how can this one can look on and watch him die in front of his own face? Even if he died, his own disciple can not die like this, he still has a good youth, he must live well.

Thinking like this, Daoist Qingfeng slowly withdrew his hand into his backpack, and the coins in his hand slipped to the ground.