After the master's ascension

The Zhanyue Sword is the only magic weapon to defeat the enemy with one sword, but Yao Pavilion wants to capture Lu Wangyu alive, so they just want to use the sword to intimidate them.

It is not a last resort, but will not use it lightly.

Jiang An didn't know the inside story.

He and Wushuang cared about the safety of Mr. Lu and the others. After a discussion, they decided to stay in the Qingya Jiange and see if they could join the team transporting the Zhanyue Sword. If not, when the Zhanyuejian came out of Qingya, they would Then he packed his luggage and followed out secretly.

He was just an ordinary handyman disciple, so he rebelled as soon as he rebelled, and they would admit it if they were to face accountability, but Mr. Lu and the others absolutely had to repay their kindness.

Jiang An and Wushuang both made such a determination.

They even have their bags ready to go anytime.For this reason, Jiang An gritted his teeth, and he cruelly used most of the money Rong Ji gave him to prepare the supplies for the long-distance raid.

I'm afraid Mr. Rong's construction period will be extended for a few more years... Jiang An thought happily.

Today, the news of Nanling has not yet reached their ears.

The tragedy in Rong Sheng's mansion was only rumored for a while at that time.Those who are good at gossip in the world can still gossip about the past and swear a few words.

But after all, they are also a big faction of cultivation. In the world of cultivation, such a tragic ending, no matter right or wrong, will inevitably make the good and evil factions feel a sense of sadness.

Gradually, Nanling Rongsheng's Mansion became a topic that they tacitly avoided, but avoided.

At that time, Jiang An happened to be dispatched to No Man's Peak.So they are still unknown, and all the old people in Nanling have died.

While Jiang An was trying to use cover to find out about Zhan Yuejian, Lu Wangyu and the others passed by a small town.

They hid everywhere, bypassing the heavily guarded city all the way, and went straight to the deep mountains and old forests.

People who knew Lu Wangyu said that there was not much, and that there was not much.But if you use a mask to cover your face, or directly use disguise to modify your appearance, it will be too conspicuous.

You must know that the disguise technique is not a panacea.

After someone used the technique of disguise to cause trouble, in order to ensure the order and fairness of the cultivation world, a small magical instrument that sensed the technique of disguise came into being, and even became a must-have item for monks to go out at home.

Although this kind of small object cannot directly destroy the disguise technique and reveal the true face of the person behind it, as long as the disguise technique is used, it will give a warning.

And the user will naturally be labeled as a "guilty thief", which is even more eye-catching.

Lu Wangyu can only hope that his face is not very recognizable, and he should not easily meet familiar people.

He brought Wei Zhi into that remote town, bought some pens, ink, rice paper and other things, and then left in a low-key manner.

Unexpectedly, a young monk in plain cassock not far away happened to look up at them.

The monk has a clear face, a tall and straight figure, and neither sadness nor joy in his brows. Even though the cassock on his body is simple, it can't conceal the dusty aura.

Seeing Lu Wangyu and the others leave, he looked away silently. One of the rosary beads in his hand was gently moved, making a crisp clicking sound.

As if the dust had settled in his heart, he drooped his eyes and sighed imperceptibly.

"Amitabha."

After Lu Wangyu left the town, he headed southeast all the way.Over there is a verdant dense forest, covering a vast area and rarely inhabited.If you hide it inside, you may not be able to find it so easily.

When they passed a narrow valley path, the noisy birds and insects around them gradually quieted down.

Except for the sound of the breeze piercing through the forest, the surrounding is so quiet that only my own shallow breathing can be heard.

The atmosphere seemed to be frozen.In an unknown corner, there seemed to be countless pairs of scarlet eyes staring at him.

It was as if the hunters had set up their arrows in the back and tightened the bowstrings. Their palms were slightly sweaty, and they just held their breaths and waited for the prey to step in unconsciously.

A tense and treacherous atmosphere filled the entire canyon.

When Lu Wangyu's footsteps fell, his eyes darkened, and he seemed to feel something, and the pace of progress came to an abrupt stop.

He slightly adjusted the position of his feet, gently crushing the stones under his feet into the soil, and his body was ready for the first time.

Wei Zhiyue was one body behind him, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword vigilantly.

Not far away, a figure came slowly.

It was that monk.He still looked neither sad nor happy, with a simple and plain cassock, but in his hand, he held an extremely solemn nine-ringed and half-moon Zen staff.

The Zen stick is about five feet long, the whole body is golden, and the head is in the shape of a crescent moon. A gold ring falls every month, and there are nine numbers in total. It is luxurious and solemn.

The impact sound of the golden ring stirs the heart and makes people tremble slightly—it is the sacred object of the Buddha Heart Temple, the nine-ring Zen staff.

The visitor is also an old acquaintance, the youngest traveler in the history of Foxin Temple - Wushu.

Wushu stepped forward slowly, with a kind of compassion for all sentient beings, he issued a verdict that was almost persuasive: "Lord Benefactor, turn around and be right."

Lu Wangyu's heart suddenly became angry.

Wushu is also an old acquaintance.Master's only friend, Master Tu Fan, has been enlightened and practiced in Foxin Temple, so Lu Wangyu and Wushu, who grew up in Foxin Temple since childhood, can be regarded as acquaintances.

Wushu has always disliked him. He is like a mirror in his heart, but he is in the way of Master's face, and he doesn't want to embarrass others too much.

But he thinks that Wushu is a true character at any rate, but now it seems that he is just a hypocrite who has made trouble.

Lu Wangyu gritted his teeth and said with a sneer: "Master Wushu, long time no see. You are good at persuading people to be kind, but it is not reasonable to persuade people to die."

Wushu just clasped his hands together silently, he lowered his eyes, and said: "Benefactor Lu, you killed dozens of monks in a row, and your killing spirit was too strong, which also confirmed the hexagrams of the year. So, whether it is right or wrong, you You should follow me back to Foxin Temple to receive enlightenment."

After Lu Wangyu finished speaking, he just heard some joke.

He shook his head with a smile, then stopped his smile, his face turned cold, and said: "When will the life-and-death duel in the cultivation world have to be approved by your Foxin Temple? Let me accept enlightenment? If you are alone Come on, I can still respect you a bit, but why did you hook up with Yao Pavilion? This is a bit unreasonable..."

Unknowingly, on the steep slopes on both sides of the canyon, many white-clothed monks quietly gathered.

Uniform student clothes, embroidered with nine-petal lotus patterns, and wearing a long sword.

It is the team of Yao Pavilion.

Wushu didn't feel any embarrassment of being discovered or questioned, he still looked indifferent, and explained: "After all, the strength of the benefactor Lu is superior, and the little monk is not fully sure to ask the benefactor to go back with me, so he can only make a bad plan."

Lu Wangyu sternly asked: "Master Wushu doesn't understand the truth that if you listen, you will be clear, and if you believe in partiality, you will be dark. Then why don't you listen to the evil of Yao Pavilion and the grievances of the three thousand soldiers in Nanling before deciding whether to stop me? What a listener and believer, regardless of black and white!"

Unexpectedly, those words touched the young monk's attention, and finally there was a wave in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "If there is no distinction between black and white, benefactor Lu would have died ten years ago. It wasn't out of trust in Master Wei Qian, benefactor Lu still wanted to live comfortably in the cultivation world these years? Now the real person Wei Qian You have already ascended, and your hexagram of bloodthirsty disaster has also begun to emerge."

"I upright you evil, I white you black, how do you call black and white? I must follow the master's behest, kill evil and eliminate evil, and restore peace to this world!"

Lu Wangyu didn't expect that all these years, he only thought that he was begging for humiliation in front of this monk, but unexpectedly, the other party's resentment was even greater than his.

A bad debt will be resolved under the sword!

He slowly pulled out the dull but lingering Zhi Ge.He stopped talking nonsense, he sneered and said, "Then you can try."

For a moment, the Zen staff moved slightly, and the sound of the golden rings colliding caused flying sand and rocks like a sandstorm, and the disciples of the Yao Pavilion on the mountain also took the opportunity to dive down with their swords!

Naturally, Lu Wangyu didn't delay anymore, he kicked his toes, and rushed forward like an arrow from the string.

There was a bang—like gold and jade colliding, Zhige and the Zen staff fought against each other in the air, splashing sparks.

At the same time, Wei Zhiyue guarded the brother's back.He rushed into the Yao Pavilion disciples, his sword arc was like a silver moon, blood splattered all over for a moment.

But he could clearly feel that the disciples of Yao Pavilion and the monks who had fought against him did not belong to the same level.

They are proficient in swordsmanship, vigorous in body, and have a strong cooperation with each other.Wei Zhiyue could only fight back one by one, and he couldn't take advantage of it for a while.

There were also a few white-clothed disciples standing at the end far away from the battlefield. They seemed not good at fighting, but they jumped anxiously when they saw that their fellow disciples couldn't make it through a few rounds under that man's hands.

Finally, one person couldn't hold back any longer. He was so anxious that he was sweating all over his face. Finally, he gritted his teeth and hastily took out the white jade bell from his waist. Holding a sword in one hand, he shouted: "I'll help you!"

He rushed in clumsily, originally intending to swing his sword, but the repeated training for a long time made him subconsciously shake the bell in his hand.

Jingling bells—the crisp bell sounded, and the sound was subtle but extremely clear to everyone's ears.

"Mu Yuan! What are you doing? Put Yaoling away!" Someone beside him scolded him anxiously when they saw him rushing towards him.

"Oh! Okay, okay..." Mu Yuan hastily tried to push Yaoling back into his waist again.

However, at the same time, there was a faint roar from the battlefield.

"Quick! Use Yaoling! This person is a demon!"

Hearing this, Lu Wangyu used Zhi Ge to resist the Zen staff that was thrown on the head with a thousand catties.

He turned around in astonishment, only to see that Wei Zhiyue was already covered in blood.

As soon as the voice fell, the bell not far away rang again, like countless fine needles swimming in the blood for a while, Wei Zhiyue staggered, and fell to one knee on the ground, unable to stand for a while stand up.

His face was pale and bloodless, and his back was instantly wet with sweat.

Lu Wangyu's eyes were scarlet, he rushed over without hesitation, and blocked the falling sword blades around him for Wei Zhiyue.

The situation of the scene was suddenly reversed.

Seeing Yao Ling taking effect, the moves of the surrounding disciples became more and more fierce.Accompanied by the ringtones one after another, they took the opportunity to step forward and attack continuously.

Lu Wangyu's eyes were already red-eyed, and the Zhige in his hand streaked across the fragile necks of several people.In an instant, blood spattered.

And the golden Zen stick also came through the air, but he didn't even look at it, and blocked it with his backhand, following the sword's momentum, and took away a few more lives.

Wei Zhiyue struggled to suppress the roiling blood in his throat, trembling, he leaned on his sword to prop himself up.

If this goes on like this, senior brother can't hold on!

His mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and a dark light of desperateness flashed in his eyes.

Catch the thief first catch the king!

With his last bit of strength, he unexpectedly rushed towards the disciples holding bells.

Since the focus of the battle was drawn to Lu Wangyu, the Yao Pavilion disciples present did not realize it for a while.

He raised the sword in his hand and dropped it, with a trace of desperate determination in his swordsmanship.

Suddenly, the bell fell silent, and several bodies hit the ground heavily.

Holding the sword, Wei Zhiyue chopped the white jade bells that fell on the ground one by one.

Then, at last, he couldn't hold on anymore, and he couldn't hold the sword anymore.He knelt down on the ground in a state of collapse, with blood continuously overflowing from his lips.

At this time, Wushu seemed to have discovered his restraint on Lu Wangyu, a gleam flashed in his eyes, and his hands kept coming.

"Executing the contract—" Lu Wangyu watched helplessly as the nine-ringed Zen staff, full of malice, went straight to the back of the man on the ground with the force of thunder!