In the thatched house, Mr. Ji San was lying on the wooden bed.
There is a gray air wrapped around the body, and the face is gray and gloomy.
The most important thing is that the left side of his body, face and exposed left hand are covered with poisonous sores, which looks quite scary.
Hence Hu Laosan couldn't believe his eyes when he looked at the half-dead Young Master Ji who was as angry as a gossamer.
Is this still the handsome and noble young man from a big family not long ago?
The Third Young Master Ji was still conscious, but when he saw Lu Qing and others, he was stunned for a moment.
"Third Young Master, how are you feeling?"
Hu Laosan asked with concern.
"I'm not dead yet." Young Master Ji said in a weak tone, "Uncle Hu, these are..."
"These are Mr. Lu Xiaolang and Senior Chen, whom you met at the city gate a few days ago."
Young Master Ji looked at Lu Qing's face, tried to recall, and finally remembered some traces.
But he still didn't understand why Hu Laosan brought these people here.
Didn’t I send someone to send him a letter and ask him to report the news to the Ji family?
Lu Qing was not in a hurry to speak, there was a bit of surprise on his face.
Because he saw that the miasma marks in Master Ji San's body had actually begun to take effect.
The sores on his hands and face illustrate this point.
But the strange thing is that the mark only took place halfway before being suppressed.
Logically speaking, Master Ji San, who only cultivates the internal organs, should not have such ability.
He turned on his superpower and looked at the body of Mr. Ji San quietly.
Soon, several notes floated up.
【Ji Fei: The third son of the Ji family in Qinglong City, he is upright and kind-hearted. 】
【Cultivation: Acquired internal organs state is small. 】
【The mark of evil cultivating miasma in the body, the miasma is lingering around and penetrates deep into the bone marrow. 】
【Once eaten Yunmeng Ginkgo, his physique transformed, and his vitality was far better than that of ordinary people. 】
…
That’s it.
After investigating the situation of Third Young Master Ji, Lu Qing showed a look of understanding on his face.
It turns out that the third young master Ji had an unexpected encounter and took a strange fruit called Yunmeng Ginkgo. His physique was different from that of ordinary people, and he was able to withstand the outbreak of the miasma mark.
Seeing the confusion in the eyes of Master Ji, Lu Qing smiled.
"Young Master Ji San, you have been struck by a miasma mark. Now the mark is deeply engraved in your bones. It will use your body as a carrier to promote the miasma.
Now the mark must be suppressed and completely removed.
Otherwise, when the mark breaks out completely, the miasma will brew, and this place will probably become a place of plague. "
Hearing Lu Qing's words, Master Ji's gloomy eyes showed a glimmer of light: "Young Master, is there any way to remove the miasma mark on my body?"
"We are somewhat certain, but we need the cooperation of the third young master." Lu Qing nodded.
「小郎君需要我做什么？只要能够将这印记清除，不让其爆发，那怕是要了我这条命都行。」
季三公子脸上浮现坚定的神色。
Seeing him say this, Lu Qing looked at him with approval:
"You don't need to do anything, as long as the Third Young Master trusts me, relax your mind, and don't resist my treatment."
"That's it?" Third Young Master Ji was stunned.
In case something happens, I still need your help as an elderly person to keep an eye on it. "
"Aqing, what do you mean, someone will come over later?" The old doctor understood the meaning of his words.
“I can’t guarantee it, but this miasma mark is related to the person who made the mark.
If he is not far away, I will suppress the mark later. When the time comes, I'm afraid he will feel it."
"I understand, feel free to help Mr. Ji remove the mark."
The old doctor nodded solemnly.
If it is just an ordinary plague miasma, he still has a way to cure it.
But when it comes to cultivating immortals, with his current abilities, he is still beyond his capabilities.
"Uncle Hu, please help us to carry Mr. Ji San out. There is sunshine outside, and we can also suppress the miasma a little. Be careful not to touch the gray air on his body."
With the help of Hu Laosan, Lu Qing and him moved Mr. Ji San outside the house, including the person and the bed.
The girl also came out and stood guard beside him holding a wooden stick.
It was also at this time that everyone discovered that the girl’s face was pitted and had many scars.
It turned out that this was a girl who had suffered from leprosy.
In fact, most of the villagers who had just surrounded Lu Qing and the others had scars on their faces and hands.
I think they are all villagers who have survived leprosy in this village.
“Little sister, I want to treat this young master, can you please step aside a little bit, don’t worry, I won’t hurt him.”
Looking at the vigilance in the girl’s eyes, Lu Qing smiled and said.
The girl did not get out of the way.
"Xiao Rou, it's okay, they are all my friends and will not harm me."
Master Ji San said slowly at this time.
Just now he heard the conversation between Lu Qing and the old doctor, and understood that Lu Qing really had a way to save him, and he also had a glimmer of hope in his heart.
Although he is not afraid of death, it would be best if he could live.
The girl looked at Mr. Ji San, and then slowly stepped aside.
But she still looked at Lu Qing and the others, and seemed not entirely relieved.
Seeing her like this, Lu Qing understood.
It seems that there is a story between Mr. Ji San and this girl.
After the girl retreated, Lu Qing picked up a piece of firewood from the side and began to circle around Master Ji San and carve it on the ground.
His speed was not slow. It didn’t take long for a mysterious formation to be drawn.
The wooden bed on which Young Master Ji San was lying was in the center of the formation.
After drawing the formation, Lu Qing casually took out several jade talismans and sank them into the ground, using the power of the jade talismans to communicate with the earth's energy.
The next moment, the misty light lit up, forming a round shield that enveloped Lu Qing and Master Ji San.
Such a magical scene immediately shocked Hu Laosan and other people who had never seen Lu Qing’s immortal methods.
Especially the villagers, thinking they had seen a miracle, knelt down one after another.
The Third Young Master Ji was equally shocked, but at the same time he was even more hopeful.
The more magical Lu Qing's method is, the greater the probability that he can cure himself.
His chance of survival is also greater.
Lu Qing had no time to pay attention to this, but looked at Mr. Ji San with a solemn expression.
Perhaps stimulated by the power of the formation, when the light curtain rose, the gray energy on Mr. Ji's body also began to become restless.
gradually eroded towards the other half of his body.
Seeing this, Lu Qing immediately walked up to his feet, made a secret with his fingers, and quickly formed a spiritual talisman, which he printed on Young Master Ji San.
The spirit talisman fell towards Master Ji San's chest, and the gray energy originally wanted to stop it.
But after the spiritual talisman emitted a faint white light, Hui Qi immediately hid like a snake and a scorpion, desperately hiding to both sides, allowing it to smoothly penetrate into the chest of Third Young Master Ji.
After the spiritual talisman entered the body, Master Ji San's body immediately changed.
The gray air that had been floating outside his body suddenly froze.
Immediately afterwards, he quickly shrank into the third young master Ji, occupying the left side of his body.
When Lu Qing saw this, he smiled and pinched his hand with a magic talisman. Another talisman condensed out and hit Mr. Ji San's body.
This time, he chose the head of Mr. Ji San.
The spirit talisman sank into the forehead of the Third Young Master Ji, and the gray air on the left side of his face began to be quickly forced back, escaping under his neck.
Lu Qing continued to use magic spells to condense the talismans.
Just like that, after he hit five spiritual talismans in succession, the gray energy in Master Ji's body was finally completely forced out.
eventually formed a strange gray mark that appeared in his heart.
At the same time, in a cave dozens of miles away from the village, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes.
"Is someone trying to remove the miasma mark I planted on the boy from the Naji family?"
This man was surrounded by gray energy, and he was carrying a huge gray gourd behind his back.
"Who can actually get rid of the miasma mark I planted?"
The strange man carrying the gourd had a look of uncertainty in his eyes.
The miasma mark on the boy of the Ji family was planted by him with the help of the plague gourd behind his back.
Even if it is innately perfect, there should be no way to get rid of it.
Now that I have been touched, who can have such ability?
There was a look of hesitation on the weirdo's face.
He wanted to go check it out, but he was wary.
The person who can touch the mark of miasma must not be an ordinary person.
Perhaps he is a practitioner like him who was lucky enough to receive ancient inheritance.
If this were the case, then things would be much more complicated.
After struggling for a while, the weirdo decided to go and take a look at the situation.
That boy from the Ji family has a special physique, which is of great use to him.
Once he is successfully refined into a poisonous miasma puppet, it will be a great help to his future practice.
There is really no room for error.
And now he has initially refined the plague gourd, and his strength has greatly increased.
Even if the Xiantian realm is perfect, he may not be his opponent.
If the situation changes later, if he wants to leave, I believe no one in the world can stop him.
Thinking of this, the weirdo immediately made a magic trick and put the gray air lingering around him into the gourd, revealing his gray face.
"I want to see who is so bold that he dares to touch the cauldron that I have my eyes on!"
The strange man's eyes showed a fierce look. After identifying the direction, he disappeared into the cave.
Just when the weirdo followed the induction and rushed to the village.
Lu Qing also had a little surprise.
Just outside the village, I suddenly remembered a long shout: "Fei'er, where are you? My father has come to pick you up!"
Following that, several powerful auras appeared outside the existence.
"Master Ji, please stay."
At this time, Magu's voice also sounded outside.
The head of the Ji family's breath suddenly stagnated because he recognized Ma Gu as the coachman of Mr. Lu Xiaolang, whom even the Lord of Qinglong City was afraid of.
Several Ji family innates behind him were also shocked.
Magu is here, which means that the other person is also nearby.
Recalling the terrifying methods that the man displayed in the city, several people quickly restrained their auras, not daring to make any mistakes.
The head of the Ji family bowed his hands and saluted: "May I ask your Excellency, is Mr. Lu Xiaolang here?"
"Yes, my young master is inside, treating the third son of Ji. Please don't make any noise, so as not to disturb my young master." Ma Gu replied.
Hearing this answer, the head of the Ji family felt relieved, knowing that his son was still alive.
He continued to ask politely: "I didn't expect the dog to be so blessed. Mr. Lu Xiaolang took pity on him. Ji thanked him on his behalf.
Your Excellency, I care about the dog. I wonder if I can enter the village?"
Magu was still hesitating. Then, the old doctor's voice sounded: "Let them in."
Ma Gu immediately said: "Ji family master also heard it, my master asked a few people to come in."
"Thank you, Your Excellency."
Although Ma Gu and Wei Zian were only in the acquired realm, the Ji family master still gave them enough courtesy.
After bowing to the two of them again, he led the people into the village.
When they arrived at the place, they were all surprised to see Lu Qing and Master Ji San, who were shrouded in the formation's light curtain.
On the one hand, he was shocked by the miraculous sight of the formation light curtain, and on the other hand, he was surprised by Ji Fei's appearance.
Especially the head of the Ji family, seeing Ji Fei become like this, his face showed sadness.
He could not imagine how much pain his son must have endured to become so inhuman and ghost-like.
Happily, his self-control is still there.
Although he was heartbroken, he could see that Lu Qing was doing his best to treat his son and did not dare to disturb him.
He just bowed to the old doctor in a low voice: "I have met the old man."
"There is no need to be too polite." The old doctor returned the salute, "A Qing is removing the miasma mark from Mr. Ling, he should hurry up. If it is going to succeed, Family Master Ji will not be worried. "
Although Family Master Ji didn't know what the miasma mark was, he could tell that things were getting better, so he felt a little more relaxed and started to look into the formation.
In the light screen of the formation, Lu Qing had forced all the gray energy on Master Ji's body to one place and condensed it into a mark.
But this alone is not enough.
Because the miasma mark is located at the heart of Mr. Ji San, it is almost integrated with his heart veins.
Hence, he still needs to work hard to completely force out the miasma mark.
Thinking of this, Lu Qing took out a needle bag from his arms.
The spiritual energy in his body surged, and he quickly inserted eighteen silver needles around Mr. Ji's heart.
Completely block his heart veins, together with the miasma mark, to prevent him from escaping again.
The way out was blocked, and Miasma Mark seemed to sense the crisis and immediately began to struggle.
The unbearable pain suddenly made Mr. Ji unbearable, and he let out a muffled groan.
Sweat beads as big as beans broke out on his face, and the sores all over his face made him look even more ferocious.
The strange gray mark was surging and struggling in Master Ji San's heart like a living thing.
That scene made the people around me feel horrified.
Especially the head of the Ji family, his heart was as sharp as a knife and he wished he could take his place.
Lu Qing turned a blind eye to the pain on Mr. Ji San's face.
His eyes were just staring at the miasma mark that was struggling and beating like a heart.
Hands began to form seals continuously, and magic talismans began to condense rapidly.
As a spiritual talisman emitting a faint golden light condensed in his hand, a sense of peace began to emerge in everyone's hearts.
On the contrary, the miasma mark on the body of Master Ji San was struggling even more fiercely.
(End of this chapter)