Qin Tiexin Without hesitation, he reached into the storage ring with his left hand, pulled out the iron rod from the storage space, flipped the rod in the air, and landed firmly in the palm of his hand. He slowly turned around and faced the woods to the rear right.
The forest is not big, it is a wild forest next to the official road of the city gate, with numerous trees. The afternoon sunlight slants on the tree crowns, casting large shadows deep in the forest.
That's where the murderous intent comes from.
He couldn't see anyone. The forest was too dense, the shadows of the trees were too deep, and his vision was fragmented by layers of branches and leaves. But he knew that there was someone there. Just like there were weapons in a dark new house, and prey crouched in the wind and snow outside the window. He didn't need to see it, every pore on his body told him that that person was there, not far from him.
This is a new ability that emerged after he broke through the Middle Stage of the Qi and Blood Realm. After Fire of Life grew stronger, the magnetic field of life around him also expanded, spreading like an invisible spider web around his body. Once any malice or murderous intent against him touched this spider web, it would arouse instinctive reactions. The cicada was aware of it before the autumn wind moved, and did not rely on spiritual power and Divine Sense. This was a pure life instinct to predict danger.
In the woods, a monk wearing a close-fitting garb of taupe and dark green was standing with one foot on a horizontal tree branch, holding on to the trunk of a crooked locust tree with his left hand. His whole body was swaying in the wind, like a thick branch, integrated with the branch. It would be extremely difficult to spot it without close observation.
He held a narrow-edged knife in his right hand. The knife had been pulled out three inches. The blade was dull and without any reflection. His eyes passed through the layers of branches and leaves and fell on the back of the one-armed monk on the official road.
Then, the monk stopped. Then, without any hesitation, he took out an iron rod from the storage Law Artifact with his left hand, turned around, and faced the woods. The whole process was smooth and smooth. The monk could even see clearly the left hand of the monk holding the stick. The knuckles were clear, the tiger's mouth was close to the stick body, and the tip of the stick was slightly raised. He looked like he could switch from defensive to offensive at any time.
The monk narrowed his eyes.
So strong Killing Intent Perception, ordinary Middle Stage of the Qi and Blood Realm monks can also sense murderous aura, but the sense is very vague. They only know that "someone is staring at them", but they cannot judge the direction, let alone the distance.
The monk in front of him locked his position accurately almost as soon as he pulled out the knife an inch. He then turned around, faced straight ahead, and stared directly in the direction of the crooked-neck old locust tree where he was hiding.
The monk slowly pushed the knife back into the sheath. The slight sound of the blade rubbing against the sheath was so soft that it was almost inaudible in the wind in the forest.
The corner of his mouth curled up slightly, Golden Summit Temple's Spirit Stone is indeed not easy to earn. A one-armed monk who can smell murderous aura from three hundred steps away is not easy to kill.
Need to add money.
However, killing such people is interesting.
He tapped his feet lightly on the tree branch, and his whole body was like a fallen leaf blown up by the wind, floating silently from the branch, flipping half a circle in mid-air, his toes borrowing a second force on the trunk of another tree, and then melting into the deeper shadows. The whole process did not break a dead branch or disturb a leaf. After a few breaths, the only sound left in the forest was the rustling of leaves by the wind.
The murderous intention was fading, and every time the monk retreated a few feet, the chill became weaker. When he retreated about five hundred steps, the chill completely dissipated, and the man left.
Qin Tiexin slowly put down the iron rod, and the tip of the rod touched the gravel road of the official road, making a very soft sound.
He did not enter the forest. It is a soldier's instinct to stay out of the woods. What's more, if the opponent can silently squat on a tree in broad daylight and unleash murderous intent on him, he must either have a higher level of cultivation than him or have extremely advanced stealth skills. No matter which way, chasing him in will lead to death.
The best way is to stand in an open place, defend first, and then wait for opportunities to counterattack. What's more, this place is on an official road, and the monks coming and going may also make that person a little wary.
As the killing intent dissipated, Qin Tiexin knew that either the person had left, or that person no longer wanted to attack him. Perhaps this time it was mainly a test.
Qin Tiexin stood on the spot holding the iron rod, his mind spinning rapidly.
Who is coming? Xiao Household? Brahma Sound Valley? Golden Summit Temple? Or some other force he doesn't know?
He couldn't be sure. He had no enemies in Ten Thousand Stars City, and except for the matter of breaking off the engagement, he had almost never had a direct conflict with anyone. Maybe Golden Summit Temple was one?
This was the first time since he was promoted to the Middle Stage of the Qi and Blood Realm that he felt such clear murderous intent. Even the last time Xiao Yan came to break off the engagement, and he punched three layers of shields away, he did not sense any murderous intent from Xiao Yan. The woman was angry, unwilling, and humiliated, but she did not have murderous intentions.
And the man in the woods just now really wanted to kill him.
Qin Tiexin put the iron rod into the storage ring, turned around and continued walking in the direction of Purple Jade Ward. He didn't walk fast, his steps were steady, but his left hand never left the storage ring too far.
The wind on the official road behind me blew through the woods, and the leaves rustled a few times and then became quiet. You have to hold on tight Foundation Establishment. The more strength you have, the more confidence you will have when facing the knife in the dark.
When Qin Tiexin pushed open the door of Lin Residence's small courtyard, Ming'an was lying on the stone table. The little novice monk held a small carving knife in his hand, chiseling and grinding a piece of sandalwood lump as big as his thumb.
There was already a small pile of fine sawdust on the table, and there were a few on his forehead, which was stuck to his forehead with sweat and was dusty. Hearing the sound of the courtyard door, Ming'an put down his carving knife and turned to look over. His eyes lit up. He slid off the stone bench and ran to Qin Tiexin. He raised his head and asked, "Brother, how did you do in the exam?"
"Passed. Full marks."
Ming'an smiled so hard that his eyes turned into two crescents, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the base of his ears.
Qin Tiexin's eyes fell on the wooden lump on the stone table. "What are you carving on?"
Ming'an raised the wooden lump in front of him. A vague outline had been carved out of the wooden lump, with a round head and a fat body. Sitting cross-legged with his hands clasped together, it was a small Buddha statue. The face of the Buddha had not yet been carved out. There is only a round outline, but the overall posture already has some flavor. Ming'an's craftsmanship has improved a lot compared to when he was cutting the beads. Although the lines are still crooked, at least it can be seen that it is a Buddha statue.
"It's carved for Senior Brother." Ming'an turned the Buddha statue over and looked at it, a little embarrassed, "It's not finished yet. I want to pray for Senior Brother's peace."
There was a soft sound at the door of the courtyard, and Madam Lin poked her head in from behind the door frame with a plate of hot spiritual cakes. She was wearing a lotus-colored home clothes today, and only had a plain silver hairpin in her bun. She looked more casual than usual. When she heard the word "full score", the smile on her face also bloomed.
"As expected of a master. Eat it while it's hot. I specially added an extra flavor of honey spirit fruit today."
She put the plate on the stone table and rubbed Ming'an's head. Ming'an held up the unfinished small Buddha statue in her hand to Madam Lin. Madam Lin took it and looked at it for a while, praising him for his talent. Ming'an scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.
Qin Tiexin picked up a piece of spiritual cake and stuffed it into his mouth. The sweetness of the honey spirit fruit melted between his teeth. Fire of Life jumped slightly and incorporated the Spiritual Qi contained in the spiritual cake into Qi and Blood.
He leaned against the courtyard wall, watching the two spiritual trees in the courtyard swaying slightly in the afternoon light, and thought of the invisible eyes in the forest. No matter who he was, the soldiers were coming to stop him. Qin Tiexin swallowed the last bite of the spiritual cake, walked to the big cauldron and began to prepare for tonight's practice.
Secret Realm Trial ten days later, he has to adjust his condition to the best.