After the master's ascension

At this critical moment, everyone seemed to be able to see the scene where the kneeling man was pierced through the heart with a stick, and the blood spattered three feet.

Suddenly, the wind and thunder blew up, and the high-hanging sunny sky turned gloomy in an instant, almost dripping ink.The wind was raging, and the dark clouds directly above were entrenched, turbulently swirling into a sky-reaching vortex, and there were faint lightning and thunder in the depths of the cloud vortex.

A ray of light came from the sky with lightning speed, and cut off the nine-ring Zen stick an inch behind Li Wei's heart!

The blood splashed down drop by drop, forming a small pool of blood on the ground.

Wei Zhiyue was already exhausted, his hands supporting his body were trembling slightly, his face was as pale as paper, but the blood on his lips hadn't dried yet.He reluctantly turned his head, and a corner of the blue Taoist robe faintly appeared in his blurred vision.

He murmured softly: "Reverend Tu Fan..."

When Lu Wangyu saw that figure, he was also stunned. The bloodshot eyes all over his eyes faded slightly, and he finally found a sliver of reason.He gritted his teeth, pushed away all the swords that were still in front of him, and staggered towards Wei Zhiyue's direction.

Although the Taoist robed old man in Tsing Yi was thin and thin, he still stood firmly in front of the two juniors, blocking the malicious and murderous intent for them, allowing them to breathe.

He held the Zen staff with one hand, but left a long bloodstain on the handle.But now, the withered hand holding the Zen staff is also dripping blood between the fingers.

The old man smiled, and as soon as he let go of his hand, the Zen stick fell to the ground.He put his hands in his sleeves, white beard fluttering, said: "Wushu, too stubborn, that is paranoid."

The vision in the sky gradually dissipated, but the Yao Pavilion disciples were still watching this unknown visitor vigilantly, but they did not dare to act rashly.Wushu took two steps forward, clasped his hands together, and saluted as a disciple, but without any respect, he said: "Really Tu Fan also wants to protect them?"

"As soon as you say 'cover up', I'm afraid you won't be able to listen to anything." Daoist Tu Fan sighed slightly, he knew that Wushu was still brooding over what happened back then.

Back then, Wushu's master wanted to kill Lu Wangyu to prove the way, but he was stopped by the real person Tu Fan, and finally Wei Qian accepted him as an apprentice. As a result, Wushu's master felt resentful and went into a maddened state during the advanced stage.

I'm afraid that Wushu will write down all this hatred.

Sure enough, Wushu couldn't understand the old man's behavior at all. He questioned: "Back then, you were the one who figured out Lu Wangyu's hexagram that caused disaster to the world. But at the age of fifteen, his hands were bloody and he had committed a lot of crimes. My master I'd rather break the hundred-year-old Qing Xiu, but also eliminate harm for the people, but you say that you can't draw conclusions arbitrarily, and try your best to protect him..."

"Now, he is cruel and kills dozens of monks in a row... How does this not match the hexagrams of the past?"

Hearing this, the old man just sighed lightly, took out a black wooden pen from his sleeve, and lightly drew a line in the air.

He whispered to the younger generation behind him: "Leave first, don't look back..."

Immediately, the aura condensed, causing the wind to move.A gust of wind condensed in the air, and it went straight towards Lu Wangyu and the two of them. The moment they came into contact, they engulfed them and turned into a stream of light, flying away.

Nanke pen, the pen follows the heart, a dream of Nanke.

The Yao Pavilion disciples were horrified.They didn't expect the old man to be so capable, they could only grit their teeth and watch the direction of Liu Guang's departure, but there was nothing they could do.

Simply, the cooked duck flew again!

Wushu had expected it long ago, and did not show any surprise.

It's just partiality.Since he can find Lu Wangyu once, he can find him a second time.Now, the most important thing is to solve the immediate problem.

He raised his cassock lightly, shook his wrist, and there was a clanging sound, but the golden Zen staff on the ground flew straight back into his hand.

He said lightly: "Amitabha."

Wushu slowly raised the Zen stick in his hand, pointed it steadily forward, and gradually showed a firm and decisive look in his eyes: "Master called me Wushu to remind me that the numerous evil deeds cannot be easily forgiven. .”

His expression gradually became serious, and he said in a deep voice: "Foxin Temple is unforgivable, please enlighten Master Tu Fan..."

……

When Liu Guang faded away, Qingfeng lightly placed Lu Wangyu and Wei Zhiying on the ground.

Lu Wangyu supported Zhi Ge and got up, but saw that Zhi Yue had fallen into a semi-comatose state.

He struggled to get over and slowly helped Zhiyue onto his lap.

Perhaps it was the bell that damaged his soul too much, and the later outbreak caused loss of strength, Wei Zhiyue kept dripping cold sweat on his forehead, his pale lips moved slightly, and spit out a few vague words from time to time.

Lu Wangyu looked at him for a long time, gently wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked around again.

There are jagged rocks, winding dead trees, and a cliff next to it.In this barren scene, for a while, he couldn't tell where it was.

He looked at Shi Yue who was still groggy, put away his sword, gritted his teeth and carefully carried him on his back.

This action caused a new injury on his arm. He let out a muffled grunt, but he was still carefully supporting the person on his back, and he still didn't stop.

Wushu is not a good stubble, his Zen staff smashed several hidden wounds on his body.Although it is not fatal, it is also a troublesome trouble.

Lu Wangyu endured the dull pain that came from his body from time to time, he clenched his teeth, and the veins on his forehead popped out, but he slowly adjusted his breathing, and then walked forward step by step, carrying the promise firmly on his back.

Wei Zhiyue is still trying to force himself not to fall asleep.He tried his best to raise his eyelids with difficulty, but his eyes were blurred.

It was as if he was sinking and floating in a vast ocean, he had no strength in his body, and his mind was in chaos, and even his thinking became sluggish.

But that stubborn idea has been lingering.

Brother, let me down... I can...

Wei Zhiyue's pale lips parted slightly, but he still couldn't utter the complete words in his mind, which sounded like vague sleep talk.

Lu Wangyu seemed to feel something, he turned his head slightly, and looked at the person on his shoulder.

There was an extremely gentle smile on the corner of his lips, as if coaxing a disobedient child, he said softly: "It's okay, senior brother is here."

Hearing that familiar voice, Wei Zhiyue finally let go of his tight strings.

It was as if he had been walking in fear in the dark, trembling, like walking on thin ice, and finally stepped on nothing.

A sudden sense of weightlessness came, and his world finally went completely dark.

When Wei Zhiyue opened his eyes again, what he saw was climbing up the stone wall with green vines.

He stood up slowly, but saw Lu Wangyu with his back turned to him, fiddling with something in front of the fire.

"Senior brother..." He spoke softly, his voice hoarse like sandpaper being rubbed.

When Lu Wangyu heard the movement, he immediately turned around and rushed over.He was afraid that Zhiyue would not be able to sit still, so he sat beside him so that he could lean on his chest.

Only then did Wei Zhiyue smell the faint smell of medicine on his body, his voice was still weak, but his thinking was already clear: "Brother, are you injured?"

Lu Wangyu slowly fed him the warm water in the bowl in his hand.He lowered his eyes, watched Zhiyue sipping water, and patiently answered his question.

"Small wounds, just take the medicine and it will be fine." He also joked, "I regretted it after wiping it off. I feel like I wasted these good medicines."

After Wei Zhiyue drank the water, his light-colored lips were somewhat moist, but they were not as pale as before.He pursed his lips, and said with some worry: "The real Tu Fan..."

Lu Wangyu put the bowl aside casually, pinched his face lightly, and pretended to be a threat: "Don't worry, Tu Fan is also a half-elder of Foxin Temple, Wushu won't be cruel to him hand."

Wei Zhiyue was noncommittal, he just watched his brother quietly, but those clear eyes seemed to have seen through the lies behind his comfort.

If Xing Zhe Wushu, who he knew before, this inference is extremely correct.But now this... is not predictable at all.

Lu Wangyu understood, and Wei Zhiyue naturally knew it too.I'm afraid I can't hide it, so I don't need to hide it.

Lu Wangyu still suppressed the deep worry in his eyes, but he no longer smiled playfully.He sighed softly, and looked directly into Wei Zhiyue's eyes seriously.

"Realist Tu Fan doesn't know the secret behind this, but he still chooses to trust us and help us with all his might. He finally told us not to turn back, and we really can't turn back..."

Wei Zhiyue lowered his eyes slowly, his crow-feather eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids.

He knew what his brother meant.

What they carried on their backs was not only the kindness of Daoist Tu Fan, but also the blood of the three thousand soldiers of the Rong Sheng Mansion, as well as the vitality of the entire monster clan.

He also understood the voice of the brother's unspoken words.

At least we can't turn back until the drawings are sent to Cangshan.

He raised his head, his eyes were clear and firm, and he said every word as if he had sworn an oath: "Tu Fan will be fine, after we go to Cangshan, we will go to Foxin Temple to see him."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Lu Wangyu gently touched his forehead.