The flowers of Gaoling have been picked

"Teacher...teacher..."

Liu Chehan was not sure, so he tried his best to call Su Wangli.

"Okay, stop talking, I'll take you back." Su Wangli stopped Liu Chehan's bleeding wound, and tapped his brow again, and a ray of blue light emerged, Liu Chehan tensed Frowning eyebrows spread out and passed out.

The four of them floated in midair, everyone below was stunned, all the disciples drew their swords to the sky, and the leading disciple shouted at the two of them: "Who dares to be so bold as to meddle in our Liushan Xuetan's affairs!"

Yulang held the scimitar in his hand and was still dripping blood, he put away the scimitar without being too dirty, put his hands behind his back, and looked coldly at the two uninvited guests.

"Who wants to care about your ruined gymnasium! Liu Chehan has long belonged to my master's sect, but you people pick the ribs of other disciples casually, how should this matter be settled?"

Jing Zhan roared angrily, summoned Nian Jun and flung it in mid-air, sparking layers of scarlet lightning and crackling.

Seeing the object in Jing Zhan's hand, Yulang twitched unconsciously, and said coldly, "Sacred weapon?"

The people in front of the palace said so, no one has seen the real appearance of Yaohua Xianjun, so naturally they don't know who the two people who came to rob the prisoner are, they only think that they are in the same boat as Liu Chehan.

Seeing the flower vines in Jing Zhan's hands, the children of the fairy family frowned. To them, the ancient artifacts were only seen in the weapons books. Now that they saw the real ones, they didn't know what to do. They were terrified, seeing him slapping them, they all dispersed like frightened birds, but they thought they were protected by all the immortals in the Snow Lake of Mount Liu, so they gathered together again not long after, poking their heads out to watch the excitement.

"Elder Yulang?" Su Wangli hugged Liu Chehan and moved to Jing Zhan's side, looking up and down at the man in front of him with a pair of fox eyes.

"Exactly." Yulang replied calmly.

"If it comes to being insane, Liu Chehan should be the first one, but you." His voice was clear and loud, and everyone could hear him clearly.

Everyone in front of the hall was in a muddle, looking at Su Wangli as if he was looking at a lunatic.

How can Elder Yulang, who cares about the common people in the world, be a mad person?

The one who has no conscience is clearly the Liu Chehan who is protecting him in his arms!

Yulang clenched her hands hidden in her wide sleeves slightly, and did not open her mouth to refute.

"Liu Qianshan, you must have killed him." Su Wangli said.

"!"

Jing Zhan stared at the master beside him with wide-eyed eyes. All the beings in front of the hall were like ants on a hot pot, boiling up one after another, exclaiming again and again.

"What? Liu Qianshan?"

"Who is Liu Qianshan?" Some young people didn't know Liu Qianshan was such a person, so they asked.

"Liu Qianshan is the eldest disciple of Elder Yulang's sect. It is said that a few years ago he wanted to defect from the master's sect to find his good friend in the countryside. There was a lot of trouble. Who knows that he was dug up by a monster not long after he left Liushan Snow Lake. The heart has sucked the blood, and I ate it clean." An older man in the crowd heard it and replied.

"Huh? There are such things?"

Not only those ordinary people, but even the disciples in front of the hall couldn't stop whispering and whispering.

The direction of the conversation suddenly changed to the dead Liu Qianshan.

Jing Zhan couldn't figure it out, how could his master know about Liu Qianshan?

Yulang was not annoyed when he heard this, but laughed to himself, and the laughter became louder, which made everyone in the hall feel terrified.

"Not only that, I think Liu Qianshan must have known about your trick at the time, and wanted to stop you, and today, a few years later, Liu Chehan is going to do the same."

Su Wangli ignored his maniacal smile, felt Liu Chehan's breathing getting weaker and weaker in his arms, and hugged him even tighter.

"The evil puppet Chen Hanxiao in Heishui Town, who eats people poorly, bribes Aunt Wang, those walking corpses in Rangtang Town, who want to kill Jing Zhan in the middle of the night, and those hearts in the hearth in front of the clay bodhisattva in Posa Temple are all you. Let's do it."

Tired of laughing, Yulang stopped and looked at Su Wangli.

Everyone in front of the hall was waiting for Yulang's denial.

Unexpectedly, this person had a calm face, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Almost, but there are some things you said wrong."

Su Wangli's eyes dimmed even more, and he stared at Yulang closely.

"I'm not talented, and I can't do that much. I taught Chen Hanxiao's forbidden technique, and I also made the walking dead in Posa Temple in Rangtang Town. I just taught them to dig out a heart. As for those who planted and framed them and sneaked behind them." It's not me who did the despicable thing."

Jing Zhan didn't expect this person to admit so generously, and looked at the person in front of him with disgust, as if he was looking at a pile of garbage.

"Who is the other person?" Su Wangli asked coldly.

Yulang seemed to have heard some big joke, and she didn't have the pretentious temperament just now, grinning with one mouth, almost crazy, said: "If you ask me, I will tell you, wouldn't it make me lose face ?”

Even the disciples from the Liushan Xuetan in front of the hall stared blankly at Elder Yulang who was in mid-air. Such an elder was too unfamiliar to them. Every time they saw an elder before, they always put on airs and didn't like it. Laugh, very strict.

"How is this possible? Why did the elder do such a cruel thing?" The following disciples usually respect Elder Yulang the most, and they also favor him at this time.

Few people in front of the hall dared to open their mouths to speak, and they all stared wide-eyed. No one would have imagined that Elder Yulang, the majestic acting head of Liushan Xuetan, could do such a brutal and bloody thing.

"That's right, if Elder Yulang is really so mad, how could the head of the sect give the position of head to Elder Yulang for safekeeping before the retreat? That's what the head of the Mu said. We could hear it clearly at that time. The two of you A villain who doesn't know where he came from, don't talk nonsense!"

"Bah! You bastard, I'm afraid you don't want this mouth anymore!" Jing Zhan waved Nianjun in his hand, spat at the people below, and cursed loudly.

If he wanted to say such nasty words, he hadn't said much since he joined Su Wangli's disciples, but the group of young children underneath dared to insult his master like this, he felt very sorry, and opened his mouth to curse.

The disciples below are the relatives of Liushan Xuetan, the Mu family, who have been taught etiquette and benevolence since they were young, and they have never heard such vulgar words. Knowing how to vent, they all point their swords at Jing Zhan.

The leader was full of arrogance, he swung his sword and slashed at Jing Zhan. Seeing him flying in mid-air, he wanted to stab him with his sword.

The man fell to the ground, his chest hurt from being hit by the stone slab, and he took a few breaths before standing up.

All the disciples gathered around him, all scrambling to protect the man.

"Brother, is there something wrong?"

"Master Mu? Did you fall somewhere?"

Mu Ziyang is a direct descendant of the Mu family, the precious son of Mu's head, and the young master Mu of Liushan Xuetan. Everyone respects and dotes on him. How could he have been insulted like this? Step aside!"

Cursing everyone around him away, he said angrily to Jing Zhan: "Do you know who I am! How dare you play dirty tricks! If we have the ability, we will fight again!"

"I don't care who you are, you can't afford to lose. If you don't practice enough, don't embarrass yourself here, kid." Jing Zhan said coldly.

"You! Who are you calling a child!"

It is true that his cultivation base is not enough, or in other words, he usually cultivates hard and self-motivated, but his talent is stupid, his immortal root is weak, everyone sees it, and he himself knows it, but he is the head of Mu His son, who will be the leader of Liushan Xuetan in the future, no one dares to speak ill of him to his face, they will always flatter him wherever he goes.

Although he has self-knowledge, he has no sense of reason. He only thinks that as long as he works hard, he can succeed and become a fairy root, but if he has no talent, no matter how hard he works, it will be in vain.

But he just didn't believe it, Mu Ziyang's mother passed away after giving birth to him, and the headmaster Mu loved him even more, and he was used to everything he did, and with the praise of those children, he was a strong man in the first place Temperament, now bluntly ground into arrogance.

After all, he is still young and full of vigor, how can he allow others to look down on him?

"If I'm right, Master Mu might not be alive long ago." Jing Zhan ignored Mu Ziyang, but Su Wangli cast a glance at him, and said coldly to the leisurely Yulang in front of him.

Elder Yulang was not surprised either, he smacked his lips, nodded, and said with a smile, "Not bad."

Just four words surprised all the disciples in front of the hall and the theatergoers outside. Who would have thought that this scene would be so exciting!

"Well, how is this possible? Elder Mu asked us to listen carefully to Elder Yulang before retreating. Why did Elder Yulang kill the head?"

Everyone below was dumbfounded, and some stammered to defend the elder.

Jing Zhan froze, thought about it left and right, and finally got it, and asked doubtfully, "Absolute puppet?"

"Extreme evil! Isn't that the long-lost forbidden art of controlling corpses?"

Hearing these four words, the disciples of Liushan Xuetan were hesitant to say anything this time, but the voices of the spectators outside the door lit up.

Su Wangli kept tightening his arms around Liu Chehan, even if his spiritual power could stop the blood from flowing out, but after all, not a single rib was left, and without a support, how would he live?

It seems that a quick decision must be made here.

"Jing Zhan, I can't fight with ordinary people." Only the two of them could hear these words, and the meaning was clear. To deal with this Yulang, Jing Zhan can only rely on himself.

If the person who frequently caused trouble between the two, wanted to kill Jing Zhan, and framed himself was not this Yulang in front of him, then who would it be?Does he know his identity?

There are too many unclear things in Su Wang's heart, entangled in his heart, like dense nylon strings, strangling his heart tightly.

"Just be obedient and catch you, it won't cause you too much pain." Jing Zhan waved Nianjun violently, and the red-purple lightning flashed a terrifying light in mid-air. Everyone outside the door hugged their heads to hide, but seeing that it didn't hurt them, He boldly stretched out his head to look.

Hearing this sentence, Yulang seemed to hear some big joke, and the smiling face was even more confusing at the moment.

I saw one of his hands stretched out, and his five fingers were in the shape of animal claws.

Jing Zhan and Su Wangli Qiqi clenched the magic weapon in his hand, thinking that he was going to use magic to attack.

Who would have thought that this man had no intention of fighting, the black air filled the air, and slowly condensed into a human shape in his palm, and that hand was tightly strangling the man's neck.

Everyone in front of the hall looked up to see the man clearly, but Mu Ziyang's eyes turned red after just one glance, and his hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking, like a huge boulder crushing him to the bottom of the valley, and he couldn't get up again. When everyone was trying to see who that person was, he murmured: "Father..."

"Huh? Master Mu?"

"That's Master Mu!"

Voices came and went, doubts, affirmations, fear, and uneasiness, all of which exploded from the crowd, and everyone saw the person in Yulang's hands.

That is Mu Guangqi, who has been in seclusion for many years, the Mu master of Liushan Xuetan!

It's just that this person is obviously dead, with his head drooping, his lips purple and his face pale, he seems to have passed away long ago, but his body is in excellent condition, except for some blood spots, there is no other damage.

Before anyone came back to his senses, Yulang was extremely fast, and his other hand went straight to the heart of the head of the Mu family, and he tossed a few times, digging out the bright red heart that was still beating in front of everyone's eyes.

"Looks like it's about time, I won't be here to play with you kids." After saying that, the sky suddenly became dark clouds, covering the sky and the sun.

Twilight Qi suddenly opened his eyes, and rushed towards the two madly without warning.

Su Wangli took care of Liu Chehan in his arms, and dodged to dodge, Jing Zhan quickly pulled out Nianjun.

Who would have thought that the dead would turn into violent corpses, and the villagers who were crowded at the door dispersed in a swarm, leaving behind a group of disciples from Liushan Xuetan who didn't know what to do. corpse.

Seeing that Yulang was about to run away, Su Wangli threw a golden needle at him, pierced his sleeve, and was dodged by him. In the blink of an eye, he disappeared without a trace.

But what was more difficult than that was the Twilight Qi in front of him.

Twilight Qi was not in vain as the head of the sect. His moves were ruthless and quick, and his moves were aimed at the vital points. Jing Zhan has stepped up his practice since Su Wangli was in a coma, and his spiritual power has increased much compared to before. , if it was before, it would be exhausting to resist this leader, but now it is more than enough.

Nian Jun and him have been in touch for a long time. Before the disciples of the immortal sect came back to their senses, Jing Zhan had already locked Twilight Qi's neck and tore off his head. The corpse was like a brittle frame. The entire head was pulled out with the spine, and the limbs lost their main support, and they all fell to the ground as if they were falling apart.

Seeing that Twilight Qi fell to the ground, the skin and flesh attached to the bones and limbs immediately rotted and smelled, and dissipated like water vapor. In the blink of an eye, only a pile of white bones remained. From that appearance, it was impossible to see how noble this person was in the past. The head of Mushan Snow Lake on Mount Liu.

The originally arrogant and domineering little son, Canary, now has a face as embarrassing as a frosted eggplant. He knows that he is powerless. Without the title of descendant of the Mu family, he is nothing but cultivating immortal Asking, shit is worse!

Walking aimlessly, facing the pile of white bones at this moment, Mu Ziyang suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself. Everyone around looked at the pile of bones and couldn't close their mouths. , the small face with thin skin and tender flesh made a loud noise, and immediately shifted everyone's attention from the pile of bones to him. Just when everyone thought he was going to kneel in front of his father and cry, he committed himself to squatting down, Tsing Yi's back was in a panic, and he raised his hand and was slapped again.

He was annoyed, he was angry, and he secretly scolded himself for having no heart.

The moment he saw his own father died, he was not furious, he was not rushing to take revenge and fight to the death, and he was not pressing the poisonous oath, but he was at a loss, his father was gone, what should we do in this big Liushan Xuetan?

What is he going to do?

What can he do!

Incompetent and cowardly, mediocre, and domineering, these are the definitions he has long given to himself, like a poppy, firmly rooted in his heart, and can never be pulled out again.

His eyes were fixed on the pile of bones, and Twilight Qi sighed helplessly and shook his head next to his ears: "Look at you! You don't know how to learn all day long! You're a slow learner, but you're still so calm! How can I feel at ease when you're like this? The location is for you!"

But Mu Ziyang was very high-spirited. Faced with his father's questioning, he was angry and rushed: "Isn't that early? I will definitely surprise you when the time comes!"

The vow was made diligently, but he didn't fulfill it, he was used to being lazy and arrogant, making troubles as he wanted, and playing as he liked.

He always thought that his father was still young, and he was still young.

Although Mu Guangqi often said that he didn't live up to expectations, he had a sharp mouth and a bean curd heart. After the lesson was over, he still had to take care of what happened there.

But now, his father is gone, no one will take care of him, and he... is not young anymore.

Never prepared for this moment, but this moment appeared in front of him in blood, killing him by surprise.

Picking up a white bone, the sticky synovial fluid on it gave off a stench, but he ignored it, one after another, couldn't hold it in his arms, but still stuffed it in, tears pattered down on the white bone, Melted with the stinky slime.

The sobbing sounds as small as ants smashed into silence intermittently.

"You come back... father... you... you come back! I was wrong! I tried hard! I will never play again! Father... you come back ..."

The stubborn and self-respecting young man finally regretted it irrevocably...