Fast travel: The host is too crazy to shoot, the system can't stop it

Chapter 194 Postscript ([-]) The original plot of the world of cultivating immortals
The sky was overcast and there was a drizzle.

Ling Yuemeng's disciples were ordered to clean up the remains, and searched for any fish that slipped through the net.

The Jing family has practiced medicine for generations, and they are good at medicine but not good at fighting, so the cleanup this time is very convenient, with almost no effort.

The only person who was a bit troublesome was probably the eldest son Jing Wenyu, but it was only a matter of one move by the fairy master himself.

Many of the corpses here have been charred black, and there is a faint unpleasant smell, which makes people frown uncontrollably.

One of the disciples accidentally kicked a corpse while cleaning it up, and then the corpse moved.

It was probably a female member of the Jing family, with horrible wounds on her body, but she was not completely dead yet.

The disciple looked at the unrecognizable woman, her eyes were full of fear, she was almost dying.

The disciple didn't feel much about this miserable situation, so he raised his long sword and was about to stab directly——Missy ordered it to be cleaned up, leaving no one behind...

However, when the long sword was about to pierce, a flash of sword light flashed past, and the disciple was directly sent flying a few meters away by the sword energy, and fell hard onto the wall!

"Bold, who?!"

The nearby disciples raised their swords one after another. You must know that they are acting under the orders of the Immortal Lord. What if there are still people who are not afraid of death and dare to provoke them?
The rain was blown up by the wind, and a figure stepped into everyone's field of vision. He was dressed in white and clean, and he was particularly eye-catching in this gloomy environment.

Seeing the person's face clearly, the disciple was immediately discouraged and stammered: "Yan, Elder Yan...why are you here?"

To be honest, with Ling Yuemeng's current status, they would not be afraid even if Lord Jiange came, but it was Yan Nanxu who came, the master Cang Shu emphasized that he must respect.

Yan Nanxu didn't reply to the disciple, but turned around and immediately walked to the only surviving female family member. She didn't dislike the fuzzy and blackened flesh and blood on her body at all, and reached out to grab her arm to transmit spiritual energy to her, hoping to temporarily stop the wound.

The woman probably saw a little hope, and subconsciously reached out and grabbed the hem of the person in front of her. The white clothes were stained with red and black handprints, which was very dazzling, but Yan Nanxu didn't care, and comforted the woman softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay .”

Hearing these words, the woman's eyes were no longer frightened, and became much more relaxed, as if she was finally relieved, but then, her eyes began to slacken and gradually became silent...

The person was already dead, Yan Nanxu was not surprised, he knew from the time he transmitted the spiritual energy to the woman that the injury was too serious to recover.

Slowly lowering the woman's arm, Yan Nanxu stood up, turned to Ling Yuemeng's disciples, glanced at them, and said coldly, "Where is Jing Wenyu?"

The leading disciple showed a distressed face, and hesitated and said: "Well, Elder Yan, let's find another place to chat slowly, so as not to dirty your clothes..."

"Let me ask you, where is Jing Wenyu?" Nanxu raised his voice this time, making no effort to hide his anger.

The disciples still didn't let go, they looked at each other in blank dismay, but no one answered.

"Well, Elder Yan, how about..." The leading disciple was about to say something, but suddenly a sound of piercing sounded in his ear, and in the blink of an eye, a long sword was already on his neck!The blade of the sword was radiant with cold air, and the rain fell on it to form a thin frost, and the neck was bitingly cold!
Yan Nanxu had already stood in front of him at some point, pointing his sword at his throat, his eyes were ruthless, and he said sharply, "What's the matter with my Jiange Pharmacist?!"

The student almost died of fright on the spot, knelt down, and quickly stretched out his finger: "There, right there! Forgive me, we are only following orders!"

Yan Nanxu immediately looked in the direction indicated by the disciples, but there was no corpse there, and it was even relatively clean compared to other places, only some black soot, not even blood.

"Yan, Elder Yan," the kneeling man was afraid that Yan Nanxu would stab him with a sword again, and explained first: "That man, because the fairy master personally handled it, his body... has been turned into ashes..."

Yan Nanxu was silent for a long time, the drizzle soaked her clothes, she felt cold and heavy on her body, a certain emotion in her heart reached its peak, and then fell silent for an instant, completely dead...

There are corpses all over the place, the rain can't wash away the blood here, but it shows the scene of blood flowing like a river...

After a long while, Yan Nanxu seemed to have finally come to his senses. He was holding the sword with such strength that his fingertips turned white, but he tried his best to control the outburst of emotions. He said in a deep voice, "Who gave the order?"

"Immortal, Immortal Lord..."

"Don't call it that title! Tell me his name!"

The sword energy swayed, and a dozen or so disciples around were instantly knocked into the air, and they all fell to the ground!
The leading disciple didn't dare to lift his head, trembling all over, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "It's your disciple, Elder Yan!"

He dared not call the fairy master's name directly, and the eldest lady knew that there was absolutely no way out, so he could only call it that way.

But it was obvious that this sentence worked. The pressure above his head gradually became smaller, and finally a whisper came slowly: "My disciple, yes, it is my disciple Cang Shu..."

Immediately afterwards, the sword light flashed in front of him, and a whirlwind passed by, and Yan Nanxu had disappeared.

Inside the hall.

The lights flickered on and off, all showing that the Immortal Lord was in a bad mood today, everyone bowed their heads in silence, no one dared to touch the bad luck.

Cang Shu sat on the main seat with his forehead resting on his head. His head hurt a little, and he felt inexplicably irritable.

Yu Xiyan was still talking about various things about the Jing family today, saying that his family was so rebellious that he dared to murder the fairy lord. Cang Shu's head hurt even more, and he waved his hands and said, "Okay, you can deal with the follow-up of the Jing family. Let me be quiet for a while."

"Do you still have a headache? I guess it's because of the poison in the Jing family. I'll make you some medicine," Yu Xiyan said in a concerned tone, but before she left, she changed the subject and said, "By the way, it's the last time I Be careful with Jiange, after all, the eldest son of the Jing family is..."

"Jiange is my teacher." Cang Shu interrupted her directly.

But Yu Xiyan continued: "So what about Shimen, when did Jiange support the decision you made recently? Especially that person."

Yu Xiyan didn't mention her name, but everyone else could tell who it was.

Cang Shu's head hurt even more and he said again: "Stay back."

Hearing the impatience in Cang Shu's tone, Yu Xiyan didn't insist, she said a few more words of concern, and hurriedly withdrew.

It finally became a little quieter, but Cang Shu couldn't close his eyes to rest for a long time, and suddenly a disciple hurried over.

"Immortal Lord, there are people outside the door..."

"No, I won't see anyone!" Cang Shu said sternly, annoyed now.

The disciple trembled, but did not retreat. He stammered: "But, that person..."

Before the words were finished, the sound of sword blades hitting came from the door. A student was knocked into the air and hit the door, and one of them stepped into the hall, bringing a gust of cold water vapor.

When Cang Shu saw the person coming, he was stunned for a moment, forcibly suppressed his emotions, and said slowly: "Master, why are you here?"

Yan Nanxu's expression was cold, and after standing still, he looked at the person in front of him and said bluntly, "Is it your order to deal with the Jing family?"

Cang Shu looked elsewhere, as if he didn't want to meet his gaze, and said softly: "Master, let's talk about this matter another day."

"Let's talk about it another day?" Yan Nanxu asked, "When will it be changed? Just today, more than [-] members of the Jing family died tragically! You want me to talk about it another day?!"

"Yes," Cang Shu took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "I gave the order. The Jing family intends to poison me. Can't I do it?"

"Where's the evidence of murder? Have you investigated it?!"

Cang Shu's emotions gradually became uncontrollable, and he raised his voice and said, "Only the Jing family has that kind of poison!"

"Then it can't be someone stealing? It can't be another secret? Even if there is a suspicion, can't you take him into custody first? Do you have to kill the entire Jing family within a day?"

"Master!" Cang Shu looked up at the person in front of him, and said sharply, "Do you have to quarrel with me now?"

"Why should I quarrel with you?" Yan Nanxu's tone slowed down, but became even colder, "Cang Shu, Jing Wenyu is dead, and the bones can't be restrained. He is your uncle, he is the medicine master of Jiange He took care of you when you were sick before."

Mentioning this, Cang Shu's expression became a little dazed, and he frowned and said softly: "I, I didn't think about it at the time... He rushed over suddenly, I was the one who hit hard..."

"A heavy attack? I can't even see his body. You tell me it's just a heavy attack?!"

Cang Shu's head hurt again, and he said irritably: "You care about what he does, am I not your disciple? I was murdered and you just asked me a question?"

Looking at the disciple in front of him, Yan Nanxu felt a sense of strangeness, and reminded him word by word: "He is dead..."

"Yes, he is dead, Jing Wenyu is dead! So, you come to ask me what I want to do? Do you want me to commit suicide to atone for my sins!"

"I want an explanation," Yan Nanxu emphasized: "Why did you become such an explanation, I don't want you to become like this, disregarding right and wrong, disregarding human life!"

The emotions in Cang Shu's heart were constantly churning, blocked and stuffy, forcing him to yell out the words in his heart, "Do you only know how to hold disciples accountable? Have you ever cared about me? During the days when I was lost, I almost died, and you Where?"

Cang Shu's expression became more and more out of control, Yan Nanxu calmed down, and explained in a deep voice: "You are not the only one lost, I am looking for everyone, I have been looking for it."

When the world was in turmoil due to the natural disaster caused by Yao Heng, Jiange tried its best to rescue the injured, but was squeezed out and plotted by the Jiuxing Sect's alliance. Many disciples disappeared while on missions, including Cang Shu.

"Then I'm the least important one anyway, right, no one cares about my life!"

Yan Nanxu looked at the disciple who was a little crazy in front of him, was silent for a long time, and said softly: "No, I have been looking for..."

Those days were really painful. Yan Nanxu was afraid that he would not be able to find the missing disciples, but he was also afraid of finding them, because when he met several times, it was just a silent corpse. Those were all his disciples. Anyone suffers.

However, Cang Shu couldn't hear the sound of the outside world at all at this time, and shouted to himself: "Since I came back, have you and Jiange ever supported me? Everyone can't wait to draw a line with me!"

"Because you have always been close to Ling Yuemeng, don't you know what Ling Yuemeng has done? I tried to persuade you, but you didn't listen."

"I don't care what they did, I only know that they saved me back then!"

The lights in the main hall flickered non-stop, illuminating people in confusion.

Yan Nanxu shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice, "Have you forgotten all the benevolence, righteousness, propriety and wisdom I taught you?"

Cang Shu's breathing was a little disordered, he felt that he saw the disappointment in Yan Nanxu's eyes, it was disappointment in himself, the former master was finally disappointed in himself.

Great fear emerged in Cang Shu's heart, but this fear inexplicably turned into a kind of irritability, disappointment?Then be completely disappointed!

"Not only do I want to settle accounts with the Jing family, but the next step is the Jiange medicine building! Don't let any of the disciples run away!"

Yan Nanxu suddenly raised his head and said in disbelief, "Are you crazy?!"

Cang Shu turned around and was about to prepare, and said sharply as he walked, "Yes, I'm crazy, you don't need a lunatic as a disciple! Come on, go to Jiange!"

The lights in the main hall suddenly became extremely bright, and almost all of them turned red!
"Cangshu! Stop!" Yan Nanxu subconsciously reached out to stop him.

The lights in the entire hall were ignited to the extreme, and they exploded directly!Cang Shu waved his hand vigorously to open the extended hand, and roared uncontrollably: "Get out of here!!"

The flame flashed a blinding white light at this moment, and then immediately calmed down──
The hall suddenly became quiet, the lights no longer flickered, and the red candles wept silently, one drop, one drop...

The noisy voices in Cang Shu's mind stopped abruptly, replaced by complete silence, the horror of silence...

Cang Shu seemed to realize something, his hands trembled a little, and slowly his whole body began to tremble, but he had to force himself to turn his head to look a little bit──
"Master?"

Yan Nanxu's face was a little pale, his eyes seemed a little dazed and a little empty, and then blood overflowed from his lips, he raised his hand to touch the blood, looked at the blood and then at the disciple in front of him, the two were silent They looked at each other, and the next moment Yan Nanxu fell down!
"Master!" Cang Shu rushed forward immediately, wanting to send spiritual energy, but Yan Nanxu spit out a lot of blood, and couldn't stop it, it was useless, it was useless, all internal organs were shattered, it was useless...

"Master, I'm sorry, I didn't do it on purpose! Master, Master, don't scare me! I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I'll take you to the doctor," Cang Shu yelled incoherently, trembling violently, begging desperately: "Please Please, please...don't die...please..."

The person in his arms was bleeding profusely, and his breathing had gradually become weak. No amount of spiritual energy would flow into the sea like a mud cow, and it would have no effect.

"Master, please, I'm sorry, I will definitely listen to you in the future, really! Please... Master!"

Cang Shu desperately sent out spiritual energy in the hope of stabilizing his pulse, and kept shouting, but it was no use, no use!

The disciples outside the door ran in and were at a loss when they saw this scene. Cang Shu seemed to be going crazy, they didn't dare to go forward casually, and... the man looked dead...

"Master... Master..."

Strong spiritual energy surrounds the surroundings, but Cang Shu can't feel the breath of the person in his arms anymore, it's useless, it's useless, everything is over...

There was a blank in his mind, and Cang Shu felt a burst of tinnitus. After the tinnitus gradually disappeared, and his consciousness returned, his eyes fell on Yan Nanxu──
Blood, all blood... lifeless blood...

Yan Nanxu is dead, he killed his master! !

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!"

An unknown fire ignited around the entire hall, and the flames shot straight into the sky, lighting up the sky and the earth!A hundred miles around is as bright as day!
The pale flames are not anger, but the deep fire of extreme sorrow!

The next morning, Jiange.

The weather was still drizzling, Xiao Yi had been resting at home because of the doctor's instructions, but today he was really bored, so he decided to go out for a walk.

The Jiange in the misty rain was hazy and beautiful, but Xiao Yi felt an inexplicable sense of uneasiness in his heart, which couldn't be dissipated no matter what.

"Senior Brother Nangong! Brother Nangong, don't...can't...you can't go there..."

"Get out of the way!"

There was a quarrel not far away, Xiao Yi was stunned for a moment, and immediately walked over.

"Self-fighting is not allowed among Jiange disciples, what are you doing?"

When the quarrelsome people saw the lord, they immediately bowed their heads and remained silent. The disciples surrounded by them also paused, and said hoarsely, "My lord..."

"Nangong Mu?" Xiao Yi remembered him. He was Yan Nanxu's eldest disciple. About to kill someone.

"What's the matter with you? Is something wrong?"

Several people didn't answer, Nangong Mu's breathing was a bit messy, and he didn't answer, Xiao Yi realized that the water in his eyes was not rain but tears.

Everyone was silent, Xiao Yi realized something was wrong, and asked again: "What's going on?"

Still no answer.

Xiao Yi's gaze fell on Nangong Mu, met his gaze, and said word by word: "Nangong Mu, where is your master?"

Nangong Mu subconsciously looked away, the fingertips holding the sword turned white, tears fell down the rain, and he was even a little unstable.

Xiao Yi's chest was stuffy and he couldn't stop coughing, but he insisted on asking loudly: "Where's Nan Xu? I ask you what's going on? Where did he go?!"

"Honorable Master!" The disciple immediately stepped forward to support him, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth: "Elder Yan, Elder Yan went to look for that person last night because of something about the Jing family, but, but news came this morning..."

Xiao Yi grabbed the disciple and said loudly: "What news?!"

The disciple raised his eyes to look at Xiao Yi, kept silent again and again, and finally did not make a sound, but the silence had exposed everything.

"Nan Xu, Nan Xu..." Xiao Yi's breathing gradually became a little chaotic, and the old wound on his body was affected, and he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood!

"My lord! My lord──"

(End of this chapter)