You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 553 Monks and Mortals

"Last night, the teacher brought us to this dilapidated temple to catch the culprit who killed the villagers. I remember the teacher reminded us to pretend to be asleep so as to lure out the evil spirit that killed people..."

At this point, Li Mengyu, who was picking at the dust on his face, froze, and immediately reacted to everyone's kind gazes.

"Oh, my student is not that stupid. I thought he was like a fish, with a memory of only seven seconds!"

Changqing's unique mocking voice sounded.

Some of them even covered their faces tensely and almost laughed out loud.

Realizing what had happened, Li Mengyu felt terrified. She felt as if several people were looking at her as if they wanted to eat her. A smile uglier than crying appeared on her face, and she slowly squatted down and held her head in her hands.

"Teacher, I was wrong!"

Li Mengyu's voice was weak, with a hint of crying.

Chang Qing nodded and said, "With the crisis ahead, you are still sleeping so soundly. It seems that you have almost forgotten the caution I taught you. Very good, how about this, it feels a bit boring so early in the morning, and this mountain is too cold, why don't you run up and down the mountain ten times to make it more lively?"

Li Mengyu's face wrinkled immediately, and she looked bitter: "Teacher, I was wrong, I didn't forget, I just rushed all day and was very tired, so..."

He still wanted to bargain, but Changqing didn't buy it at all. He gave him a calm look. Li Mengyu was like an eggplant hit by frost. He wilted and picked up a broken stone tablet to start the exercise of love.

On the way down the mountain, Li Mengyu suddenly discovered that the surrounding grass and trees were no longer lifeless, but full of vitality, which was a clear difference from yesterday.

In stark contrast, the temple that was strange but still magnificent yesterday has now become extremely gloomy. Many bricks and stones are covered with cracks and are crumbling in the strong wind on the mountainside. One can even clearly sense the spiritual power of Changqing that maintains the temple.

"It seems like a lot of things happened last night! Nothing is a problem for the teacher, worthy of being a teacher!"

Li Mengyu thought about it and flattered Changqing, but unfortunately Changqing couldn't hear it. Li Mengyu thought about what she had done and suddenly slapped herself.

"Damn it! I thought I was going to sleep so well? Now I'm reaping the consequences!"

After pondering for a while, Li Mengyu looked around and found that there was no one around, so he continued, "Hey, to be honest, this sleep was indeed comfortable!"

“I feel refreshed!!”

I stretched myself, and this seemingly tiring job didn't seem so tiring anymore!

An hour later, several people came to the foot of the mountain again. As Changqing stretched out his hand, green light flew into his sleeves.

As the few people left, a huge muffled sound reached their ears from halfway up the mountain, the sound of earth, stones and bricks colliding resounded, smoke and dust rose up, the temple really became a ruined temple, and countless sins were buried there.

Over the course of several days, the group did not move very fast.

Along the way, they had met people fleeing north with their families. Their expressions were different from those of the four of them. Changqing and his companions had calm faces and very little dirt on their bodies. They looked like people who were traveling south to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

The refugees had pale faces and were trembling all over. They could barely walk steadily, and their tired eyes stared at the few people.

At such a critical moment, these young people actually want to go to the Southern Region. They must be crazy to do such a thing.

"Hurry up, hurry up, leave. I've met a madman and am going to die~"

"Those two kids are so pitiful..."

Watching the few people go away, Chang Qing thought for a moment and felt that this was a bit too much. It would be better to show it openly to avoid arousing suspicion.

The clear air flowed, rolling up countless grass leaves. When the wind stopped, the leaves fell. The handsome young man, the pretty girl, and the two young boys and girls with fairy-like aura did not seem like mortals at first glance.

The effect has already taken effect here. The group walked and stopped. He Niaoniao had an extra banner in her hand with the word "medicine" written on it. This was also He Niaoniao's practice.

It was midsummer, with clear skies and blazing sunlight shining on the ground. Countless refugees with yellow faces, sunken cheeks, and lifeless eyes were walking along the road heading north like mummies.

Jie Xinyu used magic to summon a clear spring. The people fleeing famine acted as if they had seen a savior. They rushed forward to drink the spring water frantically, with a look of satisfaction on their faces.

The refugees were afraid of the four people performing magic in the distance and dared not approach them, but they did not dare to be disrespectful to the immortals in the legend, and many of them knelt down and began to worship, perhaps praying for protection, perhaps praying for peace, and many even prayed for blessings.

Those longing eyes, what burns in their eyes is hope.

This scene constantly touched the two young guys who were not very experienced in the world. It turned out that the world could be so bitter. It turned out that they had become accustomed to the sense of security brought by this kind of luck. Immortals? Unconsciously, they also became admirable beings.

It turns out that when it comes to fate, everything becomes so absurd and real.

After staying for half a day, everyone experienced everything in the world.

Chang Qing and He Niaoniao helped everyone treat the illness, and Jie Xinyu kept informing everyone about the happenings in Xiongshan City, rekindling the fire of hope in their hearts.

Li Mengyu even took out dry food from the storage device and gave it to others.

Half a day later, they set off again with the farewell calls of "immortals", but everyone remained silent. They learned from the refugees that these people were the last group in the south. Going further south, they would be close to the natural chasm cut by swords and countless dry bones.

After the natural chasm appeared, demon cultivators would sneak up through it from time to time and launch attacks in the middle of the night. There were even many demon teams that used unknown means to bypass the cultivators' spiritual awareness and sneak into the rear to destroy defenses, attack villages, and massacre civilians.

Today, the villages within a hundred miles around the natural moat are now deserted. People have fled, died, and even the poultry have run away. The area is now empty.

The four of them stopped and faced the dim sunset, feeling a little sad.

In the distance, the dark shadows of villages are scattered on the horizon. Looking closely, only broken walls and ruins are left, telling the story of past glory and today's desolation.

Those places that were once filled with smoke and bustling with people are now filled with deathly silence, as if even time has stopped here.

The evening breeze continued to rustle the grass and trees, revealing the stinking corpses and the ground stained red with blood.

Some have weathered into bones, while others still retain some flesh and blood, emitting a disgusting stench.

These corpses were either lying or standing in various postures, as if they were killed while fleeing or resisting something terrible. The skeletons opened their mouths wide, frozen in that moment.

The emptiness in their eye sockets revealed despair, as if telling of the endless fear and helplessness in their lifetime.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew up, blowing up the dead branches and broken wood on the ground, and inadvertently knocking over the scattered bones.

The bones made a slight collision sound, like the whispers of wronged souls in hell, making people feel cold all over.