Moisture is silent

Raising his hands and turning the water dragon into his mount, he carried him for a long time and arrived outside Duzhou City at the fastest speed.

"Come on, come on! My baby! Hahaha..."

Almost at the same time, the black shadow in the cave laughed excitedly and stood up from the rune, "God help me, baby, I'll pick you up!"

Song Yuxiu circled around Duzhou Fucheng a few times, and finally plunged into the city.

Almost as soon as he landed, a familiar and long-lost man appeared in front of him with a gentle smile, just like before.

"Brother Yun!" The young man flew forward.

Yun Runsheng hugged the boy tightly and held his arms tightly: "It came so fast."

"Brother Yun is in trouble, of course I dare not delay."

"...Well, let me see." Yun Runsheng held the boy's face and scanned it carefully.

The young man looked bewildered, and his ridiculously pouted mouth was squeezed and said vaguely: "What are you doing?"

Yun Runsheng let go of him, and gently stroked his eyes: "You must have cried, your eyes are swollen."

"Ah."

The young man responded with a nonchalant smile, "I've already cried, so I'm not sad anymore."

"...What happened?" Yun Runsheng's heart tightened.

The young man sighed.

"Father is dead."

Yun Runsheng was shocked.

"Yellow beam..."

Yun Runsheng didn't know what to say, he never expected that he would not be by his side when the boy was saddest.He thought, the boy is fine, it's fine...

Huang Liang hugged Yun Runsheng tightly, sniffing, "It's a good thing you're not around." Otherwise, how would he face it with strength.He will be defeated and will be in Brother Yun's arms, sad and depressed all day long.

Yun Runsheng regretted it.

The young man raised his face, smiled, gently pushed him away, coughed uncomfortably, and slowly took out a bottle: "Father is still in my hand, don't stick to me."

"..." Yun Runsheng stared at the thick purple mist in the bottle, "This is..."

"Father's soul." The young man breathed out, "It happens that Master Mingchen is here to help me save Father."

"Amitabha." Monk Ming Chen and brother Ye Qiongyu had already stood aside.

"Grandmaster."

The young man stepped forward holding the soul bottle: "Let's see, master, maybe you can save my father?"

Ming Chen looked at the soul bottle with a solemn face, and nodded heavily: "This poor monk is doing this, who on earth is using such vicious and evil methods, who dare to trap Yin spirits, even the emperor will not let them go, they should be killed!"

The monk sat cross-legged on the ground, the soul bottle was placed on the ground a foot away, the monk's lips squirmed, and the scriptures were murmured out.Strange golden scriptures are flying all over the sky, surrounding the soul bottle, gradually shrinking, and gradually wrapping the soul bottle.

Huang Liang stared at it without blinking, not daring to breathe.

Yun Runsheng was full of worries and quietly stayed by the boy's side.

As the scriptures became thicker and thicker, the voice of the master chanting became louder and louder, and the buzzing sound of Zen resounded throughout the city of Duzhou.

"Damn flies buzzing!" In the dark place, the black figure violently waved his hands, and the runes leaped out, as if to drive away the Buddha's voice that disturbed him.

Yun Runsheng, who was guarding the young man, clenched his fists, his eyes were deep, and there seemed to be killing flames wanting to spew out.

Boo sound.

A hole in the soul bottle was broken, and a phantom floated out through the scriptures.It was the man that the teenager couldn't be more familiar with.

"Father!"

The majestic purple soul slowly looked at the boy.

"... Yuxiu."