Chapter 110 Fighting Tang Tianren (1/2)

On the western hills there was a setting sun and crimson clouds.

Under the orange sky, the old Sky Clinic looked like a spiritless old man, sitting on the stone steps waiting for his son home from work.

Ning Tao walked across the archway of Garden Street, carrying a bunch of shopping bags, and slowly walked to the end of the street. The street in front of him was empty, and so was the part behind him. It was as quiet as a world without humans.

There was something wrong with the atmosphere today.

Qing Zhui was right behind Ning Tao, and her green dress danced in the wind, appearing nimble and graceful. Ning Tao didn't know how old she was, but she looked like a naive teenage girl at the moment.

”Don't go back later,” Ning Tao suggested.

Qing Zhui nodded her head, with a smile playing across her lips, but there was a sharp look in her eyes. She also seemed to feel something wrong, and she was ready for it.

When they arrived at the Sky Clinic, Ning Tao opened the door and carried a lot of shopping bags Qing Zhui bought for free into the clinic.

”Brother Ning, I'm not going in,” Qing Zhui whispered, for she was nervous at the door.

”Well, I'll come out and sit by the door with you. Let's watch the sunset together.” Ning Tao put down the shopping bags and came out of the clinic. He sat down on the last stone step, not caring about the dirt on the step.

Qing Zhui sat next to him. There was just the thickness of a sheet of paper between her butt and Ning Tao's.

The golden glow of the sunset fell and caught their faces. They looked like a lovely couple.

Ning Tao looked at the sinking sun, filled with inexplicable emotion. ”Qing Zhui, do you think there are any gods or fairies in this vast universe? If so, where are they? Is the universe infinite, and where does life come from on earth?”

Qing Zhui cocked her neck, leaned her head on Ning Tao, and lazily replied, ”If you say there are gods and fairies, there are; If you say there aren't, there aren't.”

Ning Tao was speechless with her answer.

Just then an old man came out of the corner of a yard carrying two stacks of firewood with a shoulder pole. He had a big bamboo hat on his head, which covered almost his whole face, and only his mouth and the silver-white beard on his chin could be seen. Behind him was a path up the mountain. His firewood must have just been cut from the mountain, for it was fresh, and some of it had green leaves on it. On the right side of his shoulder pole hung a knife for cutting wood. It was a black knife with a white and sharp blade and a primitive style. It seemed to be an old stuff.

The old man wore a blue jacket, a pair of saggy pants, and black cloth shoes. He really looked like an ancient woodcutter.

The old man carried firewood to the Sky Clinic, but after a few steps he put down the burden and rested in the street, wiping sweat with a white towel around his neck.

Ning Tao and Qing Zhui coincidentally focused their eyes on the old man.

”Young man, do want some firewood?” Asked the old man loudly.

Ning Tao replied, ”Yes, pick it here and I'll have a look.”

”I've just come down the mountain and I can't walk any further. You come here and I'll give you a discount,” said the old man.

Ning Tao replied, ”I just came back from a long walk, too. You come here.”

”No, you come here,” insisted the old man.

”Hahaha!” Ning Tao suddenly laughed. ”Tang Tianren, you've followed us here, but are you afraid to come to me? What you want is in the house behind me. Take it if you want it. There's no use pretending.”

The old man took off his bamboo hat and threw it to the sky.

The old man, with his white beard and silver hair, had something of the air of a fairy. He was Tang Tianren, the real head of the Tang Sect.

At that moment, four people came out from different corners. They were Tang Wen, Tang Wu, Tang Suifeng, and the fat guy who was good at lightness skills and was stabbed a Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases. The fat man had his body dark and eyes dead, indistinguishable from a dying man. Ning Tao didn't know what Tang Tianren had done to keep him alive, but he, though able to move right now, would die soon.

The Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases was used by the owner of the Sky Clinic to punish the wicked who refused to atone for their sins and to force those who had signed the prescription pact for sins of evil intention. If anyone could undo its poison, would it still be the Sacred Needle to Nasty Diseases?

The four men divided into groups of two. Tang Wen and Tang Wu were on Tang Tianren's right side, and Tang Suifeng and the fat guy were on Tang Tianren's left. They were like Tang Tianren's right and left arms.

”Hiss!” Qing Zhui stood up, her sharp nails flashing cold.

”No wonder you dare stand up to me, Ning Tao. But do you think a little beast can protect you?” Through observing all the way, Tang Tianren seemed to have a general judgment on Qing Zhui's strength, and he didn't think much of her.

Qing Zhui jumped down the steps, pointed at Tang Tianren and scolded, ”You old bastard! If you dare to hurt Brother Ning today, I will kill you and the whole Tang Sect!”

”How dare you to be so wild, little beast!” Tang Tianren reached for the knife hanging from the shoulder pole and flicked it with his finger.

Oin!

A crisp sound came from the blade.

A line of knife aura, which was hard to see with naked eyes, suddenly flied to Qing Zhui.

Ning Tao bellowed, ”Watch out!”

Qing Zhui turned to dodge the attack. There was a sudden shock in the place where she had been standing, and the old stone floor opened up like a piece of tofu being cut by a knife.

Ning Tao's eyes were fixed on Tang Tianren's knife. That was a magic tool!

Nowadays, there was a lack of spiritual energy in the world. Neither the practitioners nor the demons could cast magic arts, and the magic tools they used were passed down from their ancestors or sects. Apparently, in order to kill him, Tang Tianren took out the magic tool inherited from the Tang Sect.

Ning Tao also had magic tools, and not just one. In addition to the good-evil tripod and the ledger of bamboo slips, he had the delicate perfumed tripod, the Heavenly Hound tripod, the rotten broken tripod and the Soil-seeking Inkstone. Unfortunately, these magic tools were not combative weapons, but auxiliary weapons, which could not be used to attack the weapon in Tang Tianren's hand— the firewood knife.

”I'll kill you!” Qing Zhui jumped at Tang Tianren.