The sick beauty and the master are always collapsing

Gu Yuan was helpless, what kind of messed things were in Master's head, this answer was beyond his expectation, so it was inevitable to show it on the surface.

Before Gu Yuan could deny it, Yan Xingjun burst out laughing.

"Don't panic." Yan Xingjun tried hard to make his smile not so presumptuous, "I'm just joking."

The little apprentice is lacking in emotion. He usually can't see emotions, but he suddenly thought of such a sentence in a flash of inspiration. He can really see the appearance of the little apprentice who dares to be angry and dare not speak out.

Tears welled up in the corner of his eyes, he laughed too much and accidentally touched the wound, Yan Xingjun coughed and smiled, Yan Xingjun wiped away the tears from the corner of his eyes, "However, if the little apprentice really has something to do with Moxiu ,? Well, as a teacher, you have to think about it..."

He glanced at the little apprentice from the corner of his eye, and said slowly, "Then you will be punished. The little apprentice and the teacher defected from the Moon Feather Sect, so you can wander around quickly, right? You are not allowed to dislike the dirty and messy environment."

Gu Yuan laughed.

What kind of environment has he not experienced?Before being picked up by Yan Xingjun,? He also did coolie and farm work, everything.

It's Master,? Don't keep screaming coquettishly.

Besides, what kind of punishment is this?Master is always so soft-hearted, can't you say it's punishment? Sounds like a reward.

What's more, there's nothing wrong with escaping from the Moon Feather Sect, maybe it's not bad if you really have something to do with the Demon Cultivator?

Kidding.

Gu Yuan nodded, "Okay,? Then in order not to experience this kind of life, the little apprentice must pay attention to himself and not 'steal' people behind the back of the master."

Yan Xingjun pursed his lips, "It's not too tiring for a young apprentice to carry the weight of a teacher."

Gu Yuan's eyes shifted to Yan Xingjun's waist, which was tightly grasped. Although he had never carried Yan Xingjun on his back, Gu Yuan had also bought clothes for Yan Xingjun. He knew the approximate measurements, but it was really not heavy.

According to common sense, a swordsman practiced hard every day, and his weight would not be too light or too heavy. His body was covered with a thin layer of muscles, lean and beautiful.

The Qinghan Immortal is not, and I don't know if it is because of his frailty and sickness, or the reason why the monsters don't gain weight. The Qinghan Immortal's waist is extremely slender, and it looks like it will break if he holds it lightly.

Yan Xingjun almost tripped accidentally when he was in the lower realm, but was helped up by Gu Yuan.Gu Yuan remembered that he only needed one hand to hold it up.

It was also at that time that Gu Yuan realized just how thin and frail Master was.

Such a thin and weak Immortal Venerable, who coughed up blood at every turn, carried the entire Moon Feather Sect on his shoulders.

Gu Yuan is even more convinced that Yueyu Zong must use the big formation to bind the master with him, and in addition, the master is soft-hearted and has no choice but to protect Yueyu Zong with his life.

Withdrawing his eyes from looking at his waist, Gu Yuan stepped forward and squeezed Yan Xingjun's arm twice, which made Yan Xingjun almost jump a few steps away like a rabbit in fright.

"Little, little apprentice?" Yan Xingjun's brain couldn't function anymore, watching the little apprentice move up and down.

Instinct told Yan Xingjun that he should run, but what he saw was the little apprentice, Yan Xingjun tried his best to suppress his instinct, for fear that if he escaped, there would be no next time.

Gu Yuan didn't understand what was going on in Yan Xingjun's mind, so he withdrew his hand after pinching, his tone was slow, Yan Xingjun had already simulated many scenes in his mind, and only heard him finish his words slowly.

Gu Yuan said, "Master, I need to make up more."

"Little apprentice!" Yan Xingjun became angry with embarrassment, "How dare you despise being a teacher?!"

Within half a day, the disciple's painting was sent to Qingxuan Peak.

As soon as Yan Xingjun received the picture drawn by that disciple, he asked Gu Yuan to prepare his luggage and go down the mountain. Before leaving, the temporary suzerain of the Moon Feather Sect came to find Yan Xingjun once.

It was to persuade Yan Xingjun not to leave the Moon Feather Sect.

Yan Xingjun's health is not good, and he was seriously injured recently. His body condensed with spiritual power is very weak. The temporary suzerain is afraid that he won't be able to come back after leaving.

At that time, the main body will only be injured more and more, and the injury will be even worse. At that time, there will be no energy to maintain the big formation of the Moon Feather Sect.

Furthermore, the suzerain of the Yueyu Sect and the Qinghan Xianzun who was sitting in the town have left, and the Yueyu Sect has only a few peak masters left to maintain it. what to do.What's more, the formation is unstable, and the suppressed Mozun doesn't know if the horrible situation of the previous few days will happen again. How dare Qing Han Xianzun leave casually at such a time of internal trouble.

After hearing this, Yan Xingjun pulled his face down, "That's wrong. These weak sects frequently have accidents, and they point their fingers at me at Qingxuan Peak, which means that they are coming after me. Even if I stay in Qingxuan Peak, the situation will be difficult." It's only going to get worse."

The temporary lord of the Yueyu Sect hesitated for a long time, and finally left with a sigh.

Even the suzerain can't control, how can he control Qing Han Xianzun.

Watching him leave, Gu Yuan poured a cup of warm tea for Yan Xingjun and placed it in front of Yan Xingjun.

Yan Xingjun asked: "Young disciples also feel that being a teacher is not about the overall situation?"

Gu Yuan shook his head, "Master has his own principles of respect."

I don't know if it's because of the reason why he participated in the sealing of the formation, but in the dark, Gu Yuan felt that there was a causal line connecting him, Master and the formation.

It was a strange feeling, a strange feeling that Gu Yuan had never experienced in his two lifetimes combined, as if his life could feel the life of the other half.

Gu Yuan could feel that although the formation was sealed, Master's face was still getting paler and paler.

The Demon Venerable under the large formation was moving restlessly, and another force was constantly inputting towards the Demon Venerable.

It is estimated that it has something to do with the collapse of these small sects.

After watching Yan Xingjun take a sip of tea, Gu Yuan said, "What's more, the whole cultivation world is not more important than Yue Yuzong?"

As long as the formation is not broken, Master's life will not be threatened, even if the Moon Feather Sect is exterminated, what does it have to do with him?

In order to prevent nights from having too many dreams, the two left Yueyuzong immediately after packing their luggage.

The leader of the demon cultivators who wiped out those small sects is the same person, so one or two paths of these demon cultivators can be inferred from the map.

According to the behavior of those demon cultivators, they probably didn't want to cause fear in the sects in the cultivation world, so most of the sects they chose were those with little reputation or weak relations with other sects.

However, as long as things have been done, there will be traces. Now that things have become serious, many small sects have begun to make connections, or seek refuge with some sects to survive this crisis.

Spreading out the map and counting the small sects one by one, Yan Xingjun said angrily, "These demon cultivators like to engage in conspiracies and tricks, wouldn't it be good to fight openly?"

Gu Yuan stole a glance at Yan Xingjun.

Master's face became even paler. Even after traveling for so many days, the clothes he was wearing were still clean and fresh, and he changed them every day.

Yan Xingjun was so angry that his face was slightly blush.

It's just that these words seem to be talking about the demon cultivator, but in fact, they also doubt whether there are decent monks behind to make suggestions.

You must know that most of the Moxiu have a straightforward personality, and they will ignite when they are hot-tempered. They have no brains. They can come up with such a complicated conspiracy, eight out of ten they are directed by someone behind them.

Gu Yuan put down the map, looked around, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have seen this scene before.

In his previous life, he was injured and broke into this dense forest, and was later rescued by a small sect living in seclusion in the forest.

"Master, let me take a look at the map." Gu Yuan spread the map on the ground, and there was indeed a dense forest on the map, but there was no sect marked in the dense forest.

Gu Yuan pointed to that place and said, "There is a sect here."

"Huh?" Yan Xingjun leaned his head, and did not doubt the little apprentice's words, "This map hasn't been updated in 800 years, why is it not even marked with sects?"

"It's a small sect that has lived in seclusion for many years, so it must have been forgotten." Gu Yuan said, "If Moxiu doesn't want to attract attention, this is the most likely place."

Decided to go to the place, the two did not stay where they were, and immediately dared to go in this direction.

In the dense forest, the sky is covered by big trees, and there are many shadows with thick branches on the ground. It is a good place to enjoy the shade in summer.

It's just that the air in the dense forest is no longer as fresh as before, but has a strong smell of rust, and the smell is getting stronger and stronger.

At the junction of the shadows on the ground, a meandering river of blood merged the two shadows together, and at the same time, a bloody hand collapsed on the ground weakly.

It was a person soaked in blood all over his body, his eyes were fixed, staring at him in disbelief.

A leaf fell from the tree and landed firmly behind the tip of the man's nose without being blown by the wind again.

"Help, help—"

A scream in the dense forest scared away the birds standing on the branches.

The bird hurriedly flapped its wings and flew away from the branch, its feathers fell to the ground, and was about to fly into the sky when suddenly a pitch-black crow descended from the sky and landed on the bird's head.

The crow didn't look too big, but it stepped the little bird all the way to the ground.

When it flew up again, the crow's paws were covered with blood, leaving the ragged body of a bird in place.

"Help!!" A disciple in white scrambled and fell to the ground. The fall was too heavy, and he paused for a moment. He immediately realized that someone was chasing him, and immediately supported him with his hands. The ground, trying to get up from the ground.

"Don't run away." Moxiu said in a deep voice behind him, "There is no one in this place, no one will come even if you scream your throat."

The disciple cried softly, and kept crawling backwards with his hands, "I want you to take care of it."

His voice was hoarse, "Help, help."

He probably knew that no one would come around, so his voice became lower and lower, and finally he let out a low cry.

pat.

Suddenly bumped into something behind him, the disciple thought he hit a tree, and thought that the heavens would cut me off, not even leaving him a way to retreat.

"Well, is your throat broken?"

The voice was as gentle as water, soothing the disciple's heart at once.

No, why are there other voices here?

Looking up, two people came into view.

He is a cultivator of immortals, so he knows that there are no immortals, but at this moment, he still has the illusion of seeing immortals.

Perhaps it was really God who heard his cry and sent an immortal to save him.

He got up on hands and feet, paused in front of Gu Yuan and Yan Xingjun, and quickly rushed to the man who seemed easy to talk to.

This disciple's clothes were all dirty, even if the master didn't say anything at this time, I'm afraid that after returning home, he would secretly cry to him.

Gu Yuan stood in front of Yan Xingjun.

The disciple said, "Two immortals, help me."

"Don't, don't, don't." Yan Xingjun said, "There's no need to be so lavish, you can't do it."

The disciple hugged Gu Yuan's thigh, snot and tears streaming down his nose, "No, no, it's worth it."

Gu Yuan looked at the transparent liquid on his clothes and kicked him away without hesitation.

...I knew I shouldn't have come here in the first place.

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