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From now on, I am no longer a mortal. Chapter 41: Looking for the Snow Horse

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    "Immortalimmortal" The leading soldier almost hit his butt on the ground, his eyeballs stretched to the limit.  "Isn't this too high-profile?" Ye Qing jumped off the back of the chasing cloud eagle, looked at the panicked crowd and said, "You see, it scared the horses so much that they had diarrhea." "Brother Ye, no.  Do you want to fly to the door and show off your power?" Xu Changfu rolled his eyes and shouted again: "Sister, I also want a white eagle. I will ride the white eagle back next time I go home."  Ignoring her shameless brother, she looked sideways at Ye Qing: "My home is in the Xu Mansion in the West City. You should go home and have a look first! If you have any trouble that cannot be solved, come to me." Because she is not familiar with Xu Yuwei  He didn't interfere in Ye Qing's family affairs.  Nodding, Ye Qing snapped his fingers again and asked Zhuiyundiao to find a shelter in the forest.  When entering the crowd at the city gate, the panicked crowd immediately separated, their eyes lowered to the ground.  The four soldiers stood up on their hands and feet and pushed away the crowd that was still in a daze with some unclear heads.  Even the old horses lying on the side of the road were whipped and kicked by them and pushed aside.  Ye Qing stepped into the city gate, and the four soldiers stepped aside respectfully, not even having the courage to talk to him.  After Ye Qing left, several officials exchanged looks with each other. In addition to being shocked and envious, there was also some confusion.  This immortal Why does he look so familiar?  After entering the city, Ye Qing went straight to Qionghua Lane.  At this moment, the sun is setting and the moon is rising. When people are taking a rest and relaxing after a busy day, Qionghua Lane is decorated with lights and colorful lights everywhere. Men with frivolous eyes are walking familiarly into one flower building after another.  Walking deep into the alley, the red door of his house was closed tightly, and Ye Qing banged the door like a drum.  "Whowho" After a long time, a vigilant voice came from the door.  Ye Qing announced his door to his house, and Zhu Qing's door opened with a bang, revealing two women holding face-foot bags.  They are the cooking ladies invited by Ye Qing. Ye Qing can’t remember their names.  But they had a deep impression of Ye Qing. When they saw the young master coming home, the two old ladies pulled Ye Qing in.  "Young master, you are back. Master, he" Ye Qing said with a sullen face: "How is he? His lung injury has recurred?" "Noit's not" The two old ladies hesitated, and then cooperated with the situation of holding a face and a baby in their hands.  Ye Qing's heart suddenly jumped wildly.  "Thump thump thump", Ye Qing ran as fast as a cheetah, crossed two steps into the inner courtyard, and rushed into the master bedroom.  As soon as you enter the door, the master bedroom is filled with the strong smell of herbs.  The two girls, Xiaoshuang and Xiaoyu, were lying beside the bed crying.  Hearing the noise, he turned his head and saw clearly that his young master was back. Wiping away his tears, he flew over from the chair and cried like a pear blossom.  "Who did this? Who did this?" Ye Qing was trembling all over. On the bed, his father was lying there with his upper body naked. His chest and head were wrapped with bandages that were still bleeding, and his eyes were tight.  close.  The wound on his chest happened to be where he had suffered an old injury, and the skin around the edge of the bandage was purple and swollen.  Ye Qing’s roar made Xiaoshuang and Xiaoyu cry even harder, telling Ye Qing the whole story with tears in their eyes.  The injury was not caused by being beaten, but by being hit by a horse.  The story is not complicated. Yesterday morning, his father went out for a walk and was hit by a young man riding a horse.  I heard from the neighbors that the young man just came out of the flower house. He hit someone on horseback and cursed. He tightened the reins of the horse and asked the horse to lift its front hoof and step on his father's chest.  It was several old ladies who carried him back and invited the doctor.  Later, Chen Zijia also came and said that he had used a very expensive pill to save his life.  As for that letter, it was written by Xiao Shuang. She was too young and not literate.  When I heard that the letter was from the young master, I cried and drew a little figure lying down, asking the young master to come back quickly.  It turned out to be a lying figure. Ye Qing didn't have time to ask her why she didn't draw a couch?  Trying his best to control his trembling body, he asked, "Do you know who that person is? Which flower house did he come from?" Xiaoshuang and Xiaoyu shook their heads in tears, and Ye Qing asked what color the horse was.  "People who saw it in the neighborhood said it was Guixianglou. The horse was black all over, but its four hooves were white." Ye Qing gently patted the heads of the two little girls with both hands, nodded and said, "I understand."  The whole body is black, but the four hooves are white. This horse is called a snow horse, and it is the best among horses.  With such obvious characteristics, Ye Qing didn't believe he couldn't find this little brat.  He leaned forward and sat beside the couch.  Looking at Ye Dashan who was still unconscious, Ye Qing asked them to go back to the house to sleep first, and he would guard them here.  ? ?Xiaoshuang Xiaoyu left the bedroom, Ye Qing closed his eyes, and opened them again.  There is a red gold compass in his hand, full of simplicity and mystery.  The Great Sky Compass.  Ye Qing dipped a little of the dark brown blood from Ye Dashan's wound and smeared it on the sunken central circle of the Great Sky Compass.  "Yan!" Ye Qing shouted.  It seems that Da Tian Yan Compass can understand human speech, or that drop of blood gives Da Tian Yan Compass some kind of power.  After a faint flash of white light, the nine dials and more than 4,000 scales in the Great Sky Compass moved together out of thin air with mysterious and complex connections.  After a few breaths, the compass gradually stopped, with many mysterious patterns flashing on it.  Ye Qing’s face was ashen, and the pattern of the compass representing death was emitting gray light.  The pattern that represents vitality has only a little brilliance.  Among the five qi, the luster of fire and gold is also very weak, and it seems that it may be extinguished at any time.  Ye Dashan’s cardiopulmonary function is very, very poor.  In addition to these, there are many scales representing other patterns on the compass that are glowing.  There are leaves, flowers, and beasts, all with different lustres.  "These are the medicinal properties in Ye Dashan's body, swimming in the blood, and calculated by the Tianyan compass.  Closing his eyes again, Ye Qing shifted his thoughts to the black dragon.  In the cave under the cliff of Feiyun River, the dragon covered in black scales slowly opened its fiery red pupils, and there was a fire burning inside.  Ye Qing wished he could eat that bastard alive, hit someone, and then reined up the horse and trampled it again. Is this something a human does?  Swimming out of the water, the black dragon flew toward Huangyu County on the fiery red demonic wind.  With the main body serving as the navigation coordinates, Ye Qing only had to fly in a straight line according to the induction in his mind.  There was a thunderous whistling wind in the dragon's ears, which showed that the speed of the black dragon was already faster than the speed of the arrow.  An hour later, a three-clawed dragon appeared in the black clouds over Huangyu County.  ———————— —————————————— PS: The next update will be in about an hour.  The essence enhancement conference will be held on Sunday, and all readers are welcome to speak enthusiastically. Currently, there are fifty essences, all of which will be distributed that day.
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