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Jing Rong's Succession Ceremony was on the agenda, and Mo Lingyun's mentality became more and more degenerate. When Jing Rong saw him again, Mo Lingyun's memory stopped at the time when he was just diagnosed with a broken congenital meridian, and he looked at him bewilderedly With a smile: "Master..."

"...Lingyun." Jing Rong stroked Mo Lingyun's hair with his fingertips, and his heart was filled with soreness. If Mo Lingyun hadn't put himself in danger at that time, wouldn't he be fine now?

"The flowers on the mountain path are blooming. I'll pick them for you when the weather is fine tomorrow." Mo Lingyun didn't understand the worry on Jing Rong's brows, he held Jing Rong's hand and smiled foolishly, "There are so many flowers, so beautiful."

"Okay." Jing Rong followed him and asked again: "What would Ling Yun want to eat today?"

"Sweet, sweet, Master likes it." Mo Lingyun pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his head.

"Okay, sweet." Jing Rong responded. As the host of the ceremony, he didn't pay too much attention to the ceremony itself, most of the time he was with Mo Lingyun.

Until the second day, the ritual officer invited him to try the suzerain's service system.

Taoist Tianquan has just passed away, and Jing Rong has kept his filial piety for three years in accordance with the law, and all the clothes he usually wears are replaced by white. This Suzerain's uniform is mostly white. The high crown is carved from white jade in the western region, and the pearls on it are round and white , from Chang Chuanze, besides, the silk and satin are all from the hometown of clouds and water in the south, and the dark pattern Jinxiu is looking for the most exquisite embroiderers in the world.

It can be said that it is a suzerain uniform, and it has gathered the most skilled craftsmen from the four realms.

Jing Rong didn't think there was any problem, but the ceremony officer pulled him, "Try again? If there is something that doesn't fit, there is still time to change it."

"it is good."

……

Not to mention Jingrong's side, Mo Lingyun picked mountain flowers on a sunny day, and managed to get together a small bunch. He hurriedly ran back to Lingxiao Temple with great enthusiasm, and he wanted to send the freshest flowers to Give him master!

But when he returned to Lingxiao Hall, Mo Lingyun didn't see his master. When he stepped into the main hall, he saw a gray-clothed Taoist with his back turned to him.

"Who are you..." Mo Lingyun tilted his head and stepped back unconsciously.

"Your master uncle Fu Li." The gray-clothed Taoist turned around with no emotion on his face.

"Uncle Fu Li?" Mo Lingyun didn't know, he subconsciously hid the hand holding the flower, and said, "I haven't seen you before, you, are you waiting for my master?"

"No, I'm waiting for you."

Jing Rong, who was still trying on the attire for the suzerain's succession ceremony, just lifted up his hair and put on his coat, but his heart twitched so hard that he staggered and nearly fell down in pain.

"What's going on...?" Jing Rong frowned and covered her heart. There was nothing wrong with the clothes, and there was no change in the surroundings, but...

"Ling Yun..."

The feeling of being pierced by a sword is a little painful.

Mo Lingyun frowned, still refused to put the flower in his hand, he took a low breath, looked at Taoist Fuli half tentatively half puzzled, and asked: "Are you really my master uncle...?"

"Why did you kill me..."

"You will only be a stumbling block on the road of Sect Master Jingrong." Taoist Fuli's expression did not change for a moment.

"Is that so..." Mo Lingyun bent down in pain, looked up at Taoist Fuli who was very resolute, and he got closer without realizing it, until he held Taoist Fuli's hand holding the sword, and said in a soft tone: "Then you can poke deeper."

It was a sword that sank heavily into Mo Lingyun's belly, he staggered and fell to the ground, Taoist Fuli also drew his sword, and let the blood spread.

"Lingyun?!" Someone dressed in a costume broke through the barrier set by Taoist Fuli and came, full of shock, embraced Mo Lingyun who was in a pool of blood.

"Master...Master..." Mo Lingyun's voice trembled slightly, and he gently grabbed Jing Rongxiu as usual, his eyes were stained with water, and said in a trembling voice: "I hurt so much..."

"Ah..." Jing Rong was dumb, his eyes were as red as blood, he hugged Mo Lingyun, touched the blood on his hand, it was all blood, it was all Mo Lingyun's blood...

"Lingyun, don't be afraid... I'm here..." Jing Rong's voice trembled even more than Mo Lingyun's. He sealed Mo Lingyun's acupoints, but still couldn't stop the bleeding, "I'll take you to Uncle Qingxuan... let's go to Qingxuan uncle……"

Mo Lingyun hadn't cried yet, Jing Rong's eyes were already blurred, blood... a lot of blood...

He had never seen so much blood before, whether it was beating monsters with swords or killing rebels, but now, his apprentice, his Ling Yun...a lot of blood on his body...couldn't be stopped...

"It's useless, I have poisoned this sword, and within a quarter of an hour, he will be poisoned and die." Compared with Jing Rong's collapse, Taoist Fu Li was extraordinarily calm.

"Uncle Fuli...why...why?!" Jing Rong protected Mo Lingyun, looked up at Taoist Fuli, and saw drops of red blood falling from his sword.

"He will only be a drag on you." After finishing speaking, Taoist Fu Li raised his sword and wiped it on his neck, and he also fell into a pool of blood.

He said: "Jing Rong, it's the uncle who is sorry for you, and everyone is sorry for you..."

"If one day, you understand, this whole life...lives in...calculations..." The split blood vessels gushed blood from the Daoist's throat, forcing him to speak a little brokenly, "At that time... ...you can go if you want..."

Taoist Fu Li walked faster than Mo Lingyun, Jing Rong hugged Mo Lingyun for a while, plotting?What calculation?

But Mo Lingyun's injury didn't give him time to think. Taoist Fuli drew his sword. With Mo Lingyun's current bleeding speed, even if Jing Rong protected his heart, he would die from excessive blood loss.

"Lingyun...Lingyun...don't be afraid...Master will take you away..." Jing Rong staggered up holding Mo Lingyun, but Mo Lingyun seemed to be holding something in his hand and refused to let go, until Jing Rong saw Mo Lingyun trembling A bouquet of blood-stained mountain flowers.

"Master...the flowers...flowers..." Mo Lingyun hid the tears in his eyes, and it was extremely difficult to speak, but he managed to force a smile to him, "Don't cry...I feel so bad..."

Jing Rong was completely insane. He thought that he could protect everyone, but now, the master is gone, his apprentice, his apprentice... is almost gone...

Outside the closed door of Qingyun Palace, only Jing Rong knocked on the door and slowly knelt down, "Who can I protect... Who else can I protect...?"

He became hoarse, and the grand suzerain's costume was stained with blood, and the white color was even more obvious, and he was afraid that he would not be able to tell the world.

"I can't die." Taoist Qingxuan pushed open the door and pulled Jing Rong up from the ground, "But if you cry like this again, the spiritual power that protects his heart will not be stable, so you can't say for sure."

"Uncle Master... Uncle Qingxuan?" The dead light in Jing Rong's eyes rekindled, he turned his head to look at the hall covered with heavy gauze, "Ling Yun... is he okay..."

"As long as you are good, he won't die." Taoist Qingxuan tried his best to think carefully about his words in order to stabilize Jing Rong's emotions, but as a doctor, it was impossible for her to say something against her will.

"But his cold poison has penetrated into his bones, and now a new poison has entered his body, and the two are fighting each other. He has no monk foundation, so he won't last long."

Jing Rong's face turned pale when he heard the words, and he said in a panic: "If I live with him separately..."

"Are you crazy?" Taoist Qingxuan brushed away Jing Rong who wanted to go in, Jing Rong was defenseless, staggered back a few steps by the spiritual force.

"I'm not crazy...that's a way too, isn't it?"

Qingxuan Dao was very angry and laughed back: "No matter how hurtful the splitting of the soul is, you are the Taoist Lord, and he is training Qi. Can he bear your split soul?"

"...Is there no other way?" Jing Rong paused, and stood in front of the hall honestly.

"Yes, to reshape his meridians, to help you break through with your spiritual power, first remove the cold poison, and then detoxify the new poison." Taoist Qingxuan said methodically, "But this method is laborious and exhausting, and there is only a thread of vitality. You might as well abandon it early .”

"I only have this one apprentice, Master Uncle."

"It can be collected later."

"I only want him alone."

"..."

"I know, none of you want him, but I want him, and I want to protect him." Jing Rong lowered his gaze, "If you still want to hurt him, kill me first."

"You're crazy." Daoist Qingxuan was furious, Fuli, a lunatic who did such a thing, and now Jing Rong is also going crazy, do they want Xuantianzong to successively destroy the Sect Master, the Peak Master, and the Young Sect Master? !

"I'm not crazy." Jing Rong denied again, "I hesitated first, causing Ling Yun to fall into such a dangerous place now, he treats me wholeheartedly, I am sorry for him first..."

"He's just a mortal, so he needs you, a Daoist, to be so concerned?" Taoist Qingxuan was rather annoyed.

"But we are all human." Jing Rong still cherished his love, although he couldn't see the unconscious Mo Lingyun inside, but after thinking about it, he was still alive, so he didn't feel so hurt.

"Han Xiu didn't know many things before, but Ling Yun taught me little by little what is human and what is love."

"He has the same spiritual root as me, and he has the same talent as me. Why should he be abandoned when I am the Taoist?"

"What do you want to do." Hearing Jing Rong's words, Taoist Qingxuan had given up on persuading Jing Rong not to be Mo Lingyun's apprentice.

"I want to save him." Jing Rong went to look at Yunwai, he already had the suzerain seal in his hands, but he was hesitating all the time, whether he should give up the Xuantian Stone for Mo Lingyun.

Only now did he realize that the Xuantian Stone is a dead thing, and it is nothing more than that even if the world brags it so mysteriously and preciously.

But Ling Yun is alive, he is so alive, he can cry and laugh, he is a living person with his own thoughts.

Laoshizi's sect's most precious treasure, lost to his apprentice's life.

"You want to move the Xuantian Stone?!" Taoist Qingxuan tried to hold onto Jing Rong's wrist, but Jing Rong turned his hand to dodge it, and another attack of spiritual power dispelled the imprisonment that Taoist Qingxuan attacked.

"You all know?" Jing Rong was taken aback, and looked at Taoist Qingxuan in disbelief. He suddenly understood why Master reacted so strongly to Mo Lingyun's broken congenital meridians, and understood why Taoist Qingxuan told him that the congenital meridians were broken There is no solution.

In their eyes, Mo Lingyun is no match for their Xuantian Stone.

"You're lying to me...?"

"You're lying to me...?" Ridiculous, really ridiculous.

"Jing Rong, don't act recklessly..." Daoist Qingxuan panicked. Although she was hundreds of years older than Jing Rong, her cultivation was not as good as Jing Rong's. Now she can only try to persuade Jing Rong from the perspective of a teacher.

"If I want to act recklessly." Jing Rongfu showed the suzerain seal in his hand, "I am the suzerain of Xuantian sect, who dares to stop me."