This righteous way always wants to die

"Senior Senior Brother!!" He sent out the flying sword message first, and before he even landed on the ground, he saw the appearance of the little junior sister welcoming him from below.

"Eldest brother..." Second junior brother Gong Fanrong showed a guilty look.

"It's okay, let Bu Ji meet the uncle first." Bu Ji touched his hair, his face was still cold.

Gong Rongrong and others have long been used to his facial paralysis.

As soon as he saw the navy blue collar in his raised high collar, he couldn't help clenching his fists again.

A black lotus imprint appeared slightly between Bu Ji's brows, that was Liu Dao Lian.

When the Bu Ji leaves a certain range of Duan Fanchen or the Six Dao Sect, it will definitely show this sign, which is also the malice that Duan Fanchen gave Bu Ji.

No one knows what Bu Ji said to his uncle.

It's just that everyone knew on that day that the divination machine was played by the uncle.

"Cough..." Accompanied by Bu Ji's voice of spitting blood, it was the voice of Master Uncle angering the entire Floating Life Sect.

"From today onwards, Bu Ji will be expelled from the division!"

"Brother!?" The little junior sister grabbed the sleeve robe of the deputy sect master in disbelief.

"They are counting on you." Bu Ji patted his sleeve robe that had already been stained with too much dust, stood up with Gong Fanrong's strength, paused when he wanted to pat his head, and slid onto his He stepped out of the shoulder and patted him lightly.

The bear doll, who was only as high as his chest back then, looks stiff now, quickly catching up with his stature, which makes people feel the power of time.

"Eldest brother..." Gong Fanrong could no longer hold back his tears at that moment.

Bu Ji didn't say anything more, took off his robe, covered his body with such a dark robe, and then knelt down in front of the real Fushengmen in front of all the disciples of the Fushengmen.

The real "Fushengmen" that every child of Fushengmen will pass by.

The gorgeous blue lotus blooms on the door, which is the symbol of the joint efforts of the six schools.

"Disciple Bu Ji, leave now." With a slap on the ground, he completely severed his relationship with Fushengmen.

In the following January, Bu Ji asked everywhere, but failed to hold back the possibility of the Demon Conquering Conference.

Looking up at the rising full moon, Bu Ji walked slowly from the town step by step into the territory of the Six Dao Sect.

Today, the silence in the Six Paths Sect is a bit scary.

"Brother Bu is back?" I didn't expect that the first person I saw was Ling Che, an immortal doctor who disappeared in the cultivation world decades ago.

"Well, let's say goodbye to brother Ling Che for now, Bu Ji has to go find Lord Fanchen." Bu Ji casually cupped his hands.

The black gauze gown and the plain white overcoat, but such a simple black and white color still set off the divining machine that is called an "outstanding man" like a fairy.

"...Brother Bu is not in good health to meet Duan Fanchen." Ling Che stopped Bu Ji.

"As Lord Fanchen's Taoist partner, Bu Ji should be by his side at this time." Bu Ji stared at Ling Che faintly.

"Sigh... don't people listen to doctors these days?" Ling Che patted his forehead, feeling helpless.

"Forget it, you take this elixir and come to me tomorrow." Ling Che patted Bu Ji on the shoulder, but he was very optimistic about Bu Ji.

It was the first time he saw a god-man who could toss Duan Fanchen like that, but was alive and well.

"Okay, thank you Brother Ling Che here." Bu Ji cupped his hands again.

Ling Che waved his hands in a relaxed manner.

"...Why are you back?" Duan Fanchen lay lazily on the chaise longue, every month at this time, he would always feel weak.

Although I already knew that this was a price, I still felt uncomfortable after all.

"Mr. Fanchen is uncomfortable?" Bu Ji stepped forward and gently combed his messy hair with his hands.

"I don't need your sympathy!" Duan Fanchen slapped out his palm, but it hit the unsuspecting Bu Ji's chest.

Although the full moon day will be weak for a while, it doesn't mean that Duan Fanchen can't use his strength.

In addition, Bu Ji is not in good condition at the moment, so this palm caused Bu Ji to smash through the wall and fall outside the door.

The sound of jingling bells echoed throughout the palace, miserable and desperate.

Bu Ji was sweating profusely on his face, and stood up almost habitually.

It seemed as if he was waving a whip to drive him away.

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