"Lao Shu, you seem to be reluctant to go to Master Liu's place?"

Ning Feng asked without looking back while walking with his hands behind his back.

As the two of them have been together for a while, they have gradually formed a tacit understanding. Ning Feng has not turned back and knows where Shu Bailing's old head will pop up in the next blink of an eye.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Shu Bailing's head appeared in his sight, and he was still scratching his head, with snow-like dandruff flying.

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just..."

Shu Bailing sighed and said, "A group of filial sons and grandchildren are not crying or howling, and are sad and sad, making people feel uncomfortable."

Ning Feng didn't expect that there was an answer. He was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and said, "We have not just wanted to be a slaughter man, but we just wanted people all over the world to be no longer bleak, and we have to condensate thousands of miles?"

"Look more, it's fine."

Shu Bailing nodded silently, saying nothing along the way, and he was getting closer to the place where Master Liu Zhuang was recuperating.

Still a hundred feet away, Ning Feng saw a large group of Liu family gathering there, looking at each other speechlessly. The sorrow and depression made people want to run away, the farther they run, the better.

The butler of the Liu family naturally did not dare to disturb the conversation between the two "Immortal disciples" along the way. After escorting here all the way, finally

He let out a long breath and went over Ning Feng and the others to report.

Ning Feng waited for a while before stepping in with Shu Bailing.

The place where Master Liu Lao Zhuang was recuperating was an independent yard. When he heard that the disciples of the Immortal Sect came, they were busy lined up on both sides, both of whom bowed their heads to show respect and also looked over.

Ning Feng didn't care about them, looked around and frowned.

Before he could speak, Shu Bailing cried out first: "Where is the old owner, has the illness been better? Can we wait?"

Shu Bailing's words were a little sarcastic. The Liu family understood as soon as they heard it. They thought they had not brought Liu Lao Zhuangzi out to greet him. There was a panic in the yard again, and the accused the guilty, and the one who was in the room hugged the room.

Ning Feng frowned even more.

He frowned before because there was a vague smell in the yard, but now he felt that Shu Bailing was too much of a problem.

Ning Feng was about to speak when a "boom" sounded, and a door collapsed. Then a grunting sound came from inside, obviously several big men exerting force.

After swallowing the words he said, Ning Feng shook his head and stopped talking. He removed the door. What else can he say?

The next moment, he and Shu Bailing made the same move together - covering their noses.

“This taste…”

Ning Feng's expression became solemn.

"...It's so silence!" Shu Bailing said in a silence, and said as if he was thinking about something, he explained: "Young Master Ning, the conscience of heaven and earth. When I came to see this old man before, it was obvious that he didn't have this smell."

"Those who didn't run away were from the old mulberry tree trunk."

This time, Shu Bailing's voice was quite different. Everyone next to him had their faces changed.

Can it remain unchanged? My children are playing under the trees every day. If the old mulberry tree becomes a sperm, wouldn’t they sway around the tiger’s mouth every day? They are afraid that they will stop beating.

“Huh?”

Ning Feng nodded slightly, without commenting, looking at the person who walked out of the demolition door, and suddenly spoke in surprise.

Shu Bailing also saw that something was wrong and kept silent.

No wonder I had to remove the door before I could get out. It wasn’t that the bed was too big, but that there were too many people carrying it.

Eight strong men, one by one, were panting like a cow, blushing as if it were a monkey butt, and walked out of the door hole with difficulty, carrying the hospital bed.

On the hospital bed, a thin old man lies tall, looking like he is breathless and dying. His eyes are turbid, as if he is awake.

"So heavy?"

Shu Bailing was secretly shocked, "It seems that you have a thousand pounds like this?"

He said to Ning Feng with his ears: "Young Master, it seems that this old Liu has been alive for a few days."

"What do you mean?"

Ning Feng also felt that this scene was strange. No matter what, a dying old man would not be so difficult for a few strong men to lift him. He just didn't know how it was linked to life and death.

"A man's new death has not lasted for a long time, and a gap exists. The soul flies and the soul leaves, and its energy will dissipate but not dissipate."

"It is called gathering, and it is divided into hundreds of orifices, Panshengmen, and is located in the death gate, and weighs a thousand pounds."

"It is called scattered, it is trapped in the body and has not scattered and returned to heaven and earth."

Shu Bailing shook his head, dropped the book bag for a while, and asserted: "Young Master Ning, this Liu head is clearly in this state, and it is no different from a dead person."

Ning Feng understood.

Shu Bailing means that the state of weight of a thousand pounds is actually only found by the dead, especially the dead who just died, which is caused by the short-term practice of the qi scattering in the acupoints and without the guidance of the soul.

For the deceased, the time period is extremely short, and ordinary people cannot feel it at all. Only in special circumstances, if the resentment of the unjust dead person does not dissipate, will it occur for a long time. The most typical feature is that the corpse weighs a thousand pounds and cannot move.

The old owner of the Manor Liu clearly had a breath, but he appeared like a dead person, so Shu Bailing believed that he would not live long.

"Yeah?"

Ning Feng watched several strong men move the old man Liu and the hospital bed to him, and hurriedly explained that since yesterday, his old man has become like this and cannot be greeted, which is rude.

Ning Feng didn't care about this, and said it was okay and then a brief check was made. He found that the old owner Liu's manor could move except for a pair of eyes that could move, and there was a prayer in the turbidity. It seemed that he was asking for help, but his whole body could no longer move.

Without any gain, Ning Feng signaled to send the old owner back and turned around with Shu Bailing toward the mansion.

The Liu family couldn't tell that Ning Feng's identity was far above Shu Bailing, and he was obviously a big figure in the "Immortal Sect". He was like a life-saving straw. He rushed up in a hurry, surrounded by his side, begging without mentioning all kinds of begging.

Ning Fengxu responded and walked all the way to the mansion, then met the old mulberry tree.

"Has it been cut?"

Shu Bailing suggested in a low voice.

The conversations before were heard by the Liu family, and they had already spread. The Liu family members were in a turbulent relationship. If Ning Feng had not had a mysterious look on his face, he would have been on the axe and saw together.

"Cut it!"

"Cut it!"

“…It’s chopped~~~”

Among the crowd, a seven or eight-year-old child was shouting loudly. It was the Liu family's direct grandson named Liu Goudan.

At this moment, he had completely forgotten what he said before if he had grown up for the emperor, and shouted loudly with the voices of the childish people, with tears and snot on his face, and a mess.

As the people shouted, the old mulberry tree was originally shaking in the wind and making a "rustling" sound. It suddenly became quiet and let the wind move again, and could not shake it at all, as if it was frozen there.

Even if it is a mortal, it can be seen that something is wrong.

The Liu family's screams gradually became weaker, and Liu Goudan slammed behind the girl.

Shu Bailing, the one who made the same move was the same, was that he retracted Ning Feng's back very skillfully.

The wind is howling, people hold their breath, and the old tree lets it wind in the southeast, west and north, silently remain silent.

As the clouds are lowered, as if the rain is approaching, the atmosphere suddenly becomes suppressed.

“Tomorrow~”

Ning Feng suddenly spoke.

While speaking, he slowly stepped forward, and took out a cushion from the Shukui behind him and sat on the ground more than ten feet away from the old mulberry tree.

"You are safe and don't be impatient, and wait for tomorrow."
Chapter completed!