The teacher and apprentice are on the rise!

Turn the time forward a quarter of an hour.

When Xue Yu and Feng Shu arrived at the thatched hut they lived in before, the place has changed a lot.

With Cen Shu as the center, the dry and cracked land showed a unique radioactive trace after the explosion.

Needless to say, the house and yard were gone, even the lush trees and grass outside the yard seemed to be taken away by someone with a giant shovel, leaving only a scorched black depression.

And Cen Shu, who caused the explosion, was not in a good condition.

He sat cross-legged on the bamboo wreckage, looking as if he was still in meditation. His snow-white robe was soaked with spots of blood, and the neckline of his wrist was particularly large, as if blood was gushing out from the pores of his skin. Dip dye from the edge of the garment first.

There is also a blood flow like a small snake, meandering down from Cen Shu's seven orifices, converging on his pale jaw and dripping down again.

Although his cheap master looked pale and weak in the past, he was a real sick beauty, the key lies in the word "beauty".

But at this time, his face was pale, coupled with blood all over his face, that description actually made people feel a little scary.

The majestic spiritual power was like a flood that broke through the dam, rolling out of Cen Shu, and it was like a hurricane passing by, blowing the people around him almost untenable.

Yan Fangyu stood at the nearest position holding a folding fan.

The robe on his body was rattling, and the capillaries under his skin had broken down in a large area, and patches of blood ooze from the most delicate neck, side cheeks.

Xue Yu, the second senior brother, is proud and conceited. He has always believed that going to the police is the best defense. With all skill points on attack, the defense is so fragile that it is better than paper.

At this time, facing Cen Shu's spiritual coercion, it was impossible for him to make a trial like an enemy, so all his kung fu was useless.

"Senior brother!"

Feng Shu brought Xue Yu beside Yan Fangyu, and gathered his spiritual power towards the second junior brother.

Xue Yu landed from Feng Shu's arms, and spoke first: "Master, what's wrong!"

"Old disease relapses!"

The pressure on Yan Fangyu's body eased, and his complexion looked better, but his expression was still serious.There is no black ink on the folding fan in his hand, obviously he has calculated it before: "There is no cold spring in Xiaoyao Valley that can suppress the hostility! If the master can't suppress it by himself, things will be troublesome!"

Hostility!

He kept complaining about old illnesses, and even Xue Yu almost forgot that the chronic illness that Cen Shu suffered from the Qingshi operation was not an incurable wound, but the hostility of Yilingfu!

As for the origin of the deep-rooted hostility in Cen Shuling's mansion, not to mention other people, even the two apprentices who have been with Cen Shu day and night, know it better than Xue Yu!

He immediately recalled the description of this in the original book.

800 years ago, the Qing Dynasty took action, and able people with lofty ideals gathered together.

In order to be safe, someone proposed to ask Cen Shu, who has the most outstanding calculation ability in Tianyanzong, to do a divination.

Because it was related to all living things, Cen Shu didn't dare to make too much of a big deal, so he used the safest and most accurate answer.

His first address is also quite conservative:

"Did the operation go well?"

--"yes"

Everyone present breathed a sigh of relief.

Cen Shu also felt relieved, and asked the second question:

"Will this operation benefit the living beings in the world?"

It was after this second question that things went wrong.

It is described in the original book that Cen Shu explored a corner of the secret in the hexagrams, as if peeping into their unknown, higher-dimensional, and more mysterious world through the cracks.

I saw the desolation, misery and resentment clustered there, the blood plasma covered the ground like mud, and the blood mist filled the sky like fine dust. That scene was really terrifying.

In just a moment, Cen Shu, who was as immature as a child to "they", was discovered.

The hostility that existed like air in that world screamed and rushed out from the gap that Cen Shu himself had torn, and penetrated into his spiritual mansion.

Cen Shu immediately vomited blood from the Lingfu, and passed out.

All the capable men were shocked, but only Cen Shu himself could see these mysterious visions presented as hexagrams.

They only knew that Cen Shu had just made a divination and it was like this, but they didn't know the result of the divination.

However, no matter how you think about it, the cleansing action they planned is a good thing for the benefit of the world. Some people in the room speculated that it might be because of too much blessing, and it is not known whether it is due to the weather and luck. It is better to wait for Cen Shu to wake up before discussing it.

Everyone suppressed their anxiety, and waited three days for Cen Shu to wake up slowly. During this period, the strong hostility had been suppressed by him in the Lingfu, which made his Lingfu dilapidated, and only one-tenth of his spiritual power was left. Second, it looks like there is only half life left.

He looked at the crowd of great powers around him, raised his spirits and tried his best to say "No".

As soon as the words fell, the majestic secret came down again, Cen Shu vomited blood, and almost lost the other half of his life.

But fortunately, he had been prepared for a long time, just like repairing Xue Yu's black gauze belt, he borrowed his life from the future with the secret method of Tianyanzong, and then he managed not to faint.

Cen Shu knew very well that this incident was no small matter. If he spied on the secret and leaked the secret, if anyone else in the world came, it would be impossible for him to survive at this time.

He ended up with such a result just by saying two words, and it was even more impossible to tell what he saw in the divination.

Facing the powerful monks who kept questioning him, Cen Shu had no choice but to try his best to call out the answer, and made another divination in front of them.

He asked in a deep voice: "Is this operation in line with the destiny?"

This time Cen Shu didn't vomit blood anymore, it's just that although the hexagram is still weird, it also expresses a strong meaning of "yes".

It is destiny.

Everyone was relieved, only when Cen Shu really calculated the great benefits that should not belong to him, would he be so weak.

Cen Shu couldn't stop them any longer, and the Qingshi operation began vigorously.

I don't know how long it took, the turbid air in the world was really pressed into the ground, and only the digital power left forever.

Afterwards, the action of purging the world 800 years ago left only the aura born in the next world, and the thick hostility entrenched in Cen Shuling's mansion.

The only time in the original book where Cen Shu was deeply affected by hostility was described in detail was the final battle between him and Li Xiuran.

At that time, Cen Shu was described as like a kite with a broken string, so fragile that he could be blown down by a gust of wind, and Li Xiuran could kill him effortlessly.

Xue Yu looked at Cen Shu who was enveloped by the hostility that had already materialized, and for the first time wondered if there was something wrong with the original work.

The weak kite you mentioned is the same person as the nuclear bomb that exploded a crater of tens of meters in the ground in front of you?

Before Xue Yu finished cursing, he saw a red light flashing on Cen Shu's body.

"buzz"

An ethereal and mysterious sound lightly rippled out from the center of the pit, with transparent ripples hitting everyone like waves.

The land with a radius of several tens of feet cracked again, and the trees swayed wildly as if they had been hit by a typhoon of magnitude [-].

The momentum was enormous and frightening.

I don't know what happened, but Cen Shu's situation got worse!

"My disciples of the Sword Sect, don't panic!" Jian Lao yelled loudly from the edge of the open space, "It's a rare opportunity for you to burst out such a fierce spiritual pressure, and it will be of great benefit to the training of sword intent and body , why do you want to retreat? Hurry up and cross the sword!"

The three disciples all turned their heads to look over there, and saw a group of Xiaoyaogu Second Sect disciples surrounded by some time, but they were standing far away from the edge, forced by Cen Shu's constantly rioting protective spiritual power like a hedgehog. Don't dare to go forward.

The solid-eyed sword cultivators held their three-foot long swords in front of them, crumbling under the spiritual pressure, and their faces were all purple. They obviously regarded Cen Shu's spiritual pressure as the wall of the sword qi they used to temper themselves. .

And the disciples of the little medicine sect behind them fed the pills into their mouths, and at the same time they had to support the disciples of the sword sect with their spiritual power.

Feng Shu hugged the three of them by himself, and he couldn't take it anymore, so he led his juniors and retreated to the people in Xiaoyao Valley.

As soon as he landed, Yaoci touched the pill from his body with one hand to replenish his spiritual power, and poked Lao Jian's forehead with the other hand.

The long beard on his chin flew around in the vortex formed by the confrontation of spiritual power, and he cursed angrily: "Sword sword sword! You know how to practice swords! He is obviously going to go crazy!"

Jian Lao and Yao Ci Zhu Ma Zhu Ma Zhu Ma Zhu Ma have helped each other to help the poor since they were young, and they have long formed the habit of "seeking medicine for pain".

At this moment he was stabbed to this point, but Jian Lao couldn't help but whispered: "Isn't it because you are here?"

It was still a little embarrassing to hear people quarreling behind closed doors, Yan Fangyu hurriedly interrupted: "Does Lao Yao have a clever plan?"

Cen Shu knew about the medicine for this old problem, and he even prescribed the medicine that needed those two spiritual herbs.

In front of outsiders, Yao Ci finally left Jian Lao behind, and took out a small gourd from his bosom: "This Qingxin Pill is probably useful, but with Cen Xianchang like this, no one can get close to him!"

"What's so difficult about it!" Jian Lao interjected, "Wait for me to split the spiritual shield with a sword, and feed him the pills!"

Yao Ci was like eyes growing in the palm of his hand, before turning his head away, that slap had already slapped Jian Lao on the back of the head, and cursed: "As for your attack, which is neither light nor heavy, is it slapping people or slashing shelter!"

"I'll go!" Xue Yu subconsciously said, "Let me go!"

Everyone stopped talking and looked down at him.

At this time, Cen Shu could not protect himself, so naturally all the spells left on Xue Yu were insignificant.

I saw that his white silver hair was pulled back, and his eyes were as blue as lakes in spring.

Fortunately, the sky is dark now, and the young disciples all retreated far away. Only the two elders looked at his strange appearance in surprise, and Xue Yu himself hadn't reacted yet.

Xue Yu didn't think about it carefully, and he couldn't help but use his brain amidst the sound of the waves and waves. He said something in his mind, and said it out of his mouth: "My body is slow, and even the sword energy and spiritual pressure can't hurt me. I'm going to deliver medicine to Master!"

"Junior brother!" Feng Shu pressed his shoulder.

Yaoci was still in a daze, subconsciously replied: "It's true...you can try it."

Xue Yu took the small gourd from Yaoci's hand, and gave his senior brother a reassuring look: "Don't worry, senior brother, I cherish my life very much, if it doesn't work, I will definitely return it!"

Before Feng Shu could say anything, Yan Fangyu next to him spat out blood, his complexion was ashen, and the gold-sprinkled folding fan in his hand was completely dimmed, and it was no different from an ordinary fan at once.

He wiped the blood on his lips with the back of his hand, raised his head and said weakly to Xue Yu: "Senior brother has done the calculation for you, the road ahead is a little bumpy, but generally it will be fine, it can be overcome."

"it is good!"

Xue Yu poured out a few pills from the medicine gourd and squeezed them into the palm of his hand, signaling Feng Shu to remove the spiritual protection covering him, and use his own spiritual power to build a defense.

Feng Shu didn't completely remove the spiritual power shield protecting his junior brother, but that point of defense was not enough in the face of Cen Shu's spiritual power pressure, even with Xue Yu's own spiritual power during the Qi training period. The bodyguards were all shattered.

All of a sudden, Xue Yu felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, carrying strong blood and the stench of burnt vegetation.

He moved his arms twice during the spiritual pressure, and said to the crowd in surprise: "Senior brother! I'm fine!"

Yan Fangyu was already at the end of his strength, and after divination with his heart and blood, he was even more teetering, and was helped by Yao Ci to heal his wounds.

Feng Shu pressed his shoulder and said in a deep voice, "Be careful in everything."

Xue Yu nodded at him, and walked towards the very center of the pit without hesitation.

Everyone watched his back, but saw that the young man turned back hastily before he had walked a few zhang away.

Feng Shu's spiritual power immediately gathered on him: "If you can't make it through, then you won't go!"

Xue Yu hurriedly waved to him, and opened five fingers to show them to look.

It turned out that the clothes were soft and could not be damaged under the pressure of spiritual power, but Qingxin Wan was crushed into powder by the spiritual pressure exposed between the hands!

Yao Lao sent those young disciples away, and happened to see this scene when he turned around, he couldn't help but said anxiously: "You can't use spiritual power to protect the pill, what should we do!"

"fine!"

Xue Yu poured out another three or four Qingxin Pills from the gourd, raised his head and put them into his mouth, turned around neatly and walked back into the coercion.

He himself is the best shelter!

Xue Yu walked towards Cen Shu with one deep foot and one shallow foot. Although the spiritual pressure could not cause any harm to him, it still made him feel like walking against the typhoon. It can be seen how scary the spiritual pressure will be to other people at this time. people.

The closer he got, the more difficult it was. Suddenly, Xue Yu felt a bright red light in front of him, and his pressure suddenly increased several times!

Caught off guard by this pressure, his knees softened and he fell to the ground.

The sound of howling ghosts and howling wolves came from Cen Shu's direction, piercing one's brain.

A very disgusting feeling rose from Xue Yu's heart, making him want to bow his head and retch.

Two big words flashed in Xue Yu's mind instantly:

Hostility!

It was the hostility in Cen Shuling's mansion that was vented!

In the blink of an eye, Siye has been enveloped in black and red, filled with blood, and ghost sounds are desolate!

Xue Yu looked up at Cen Shu, only to see that the other party's snow-white robes were already dark red, and the condensed hostility could even distort the light, making Cen Shu in the center look very strange.

Xue Yu was startled, subconsciously wanted to call him, but remembered that there was still something in his mouth, so he closed his mouth again, got up from the ground and walked forward even harder.

At this time, it was not only the wind that blocked him.

Surrounded by majestic and thick spiritual power and pervasive hostility, Xue Yu felt as if he was wrapped in layers of mud, making every step very difficult.

What happened to this man?Why did the hostility come out all of a sudden? !

Things like going crazy are simply the dross of idealism, and only a firmer idealism can defeat idealism.

Xue Yu was thinking wildly, according to the experience of film and television works, the only solution to the general protagonist's obsession is to let his object stand in the center of the world and call for love.

However, there is no object, no love, Xue Yu, as the most unfavored tool person in the whole school, can't even call out.

But since it is idealistic, it is not so important whether it is a physical call or not.

Let's exchange brainwaves!

So Xue Yu yelled in his head while walking forward sullenly.

——Master!

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see the eyeballs of his cheap master rolling under his thin eyelids more than ten meters away.

Xue Yu only felt that he was in the deep sea at this moment, and the more he walked forward, the more he felt that the spiritual pressure was like the sea water in the deep sea, squeezing his bones and internal organs mercilessly.

His muscles were numb from the pressure, his head was buzzing, and the things he was shouting in his head started to mess up.

——Master!Master!Wicked stuff!Cen Shu tortoise bastard!

There was another buzzing in the ear, and the coercion increased several times!

This time Xue Yu was prepared, but with a slight bend in his back, he stood still with difficulty.

It's just that the cheeks suddenly turned cold, and the snow light surrounded from both sides.

Oh, the original method of dyeing hair doesn't work anymore.Xue Yu thought dimly.I don't know how much he has been seen by others, he is really unreliable for being cheap as a master.

Xue Yu looked up subconsciously, and saw that Cen Shu was only two or three meters away from him at this time. He had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at him quietly.

Those eyes are also crimson like the rage swirling around, only the two pupils in the middle are still dark in color, they are dilated and frighteningly big, like a cat that is having sex in the dark, making his eyes very big It's Wushen—it seems that he just opened his eyes, but didn't see him.

At this moment, even a person as dull as Xue Yu would be overwhelmed by this spiritual pressure, causing his brain to suffer from hypoxia, and his bones all over his body to crackle.

He felt that his viscera must be bleeding, and there was a fishy-sweet blood coming out of his nasal cavity between breaths.

Xue Yu couldn't take even one step.

He closed his eyes, bent his knees slightly, and fell into Cen Shu's arms with a very skillful pounce when he was a leopard.

Unlike his ancestors whose body temperature was usually cold, Cen Shu's whole body was terribly hot at this time. Even through layers of clothing, Xue Yu could still feel the burning heat on this person's skin.

He raised his head and saw Cen Shu's eyelashes trembling slightly, and the two red eyeballs seemed to be turning down slightly stiffly.

Cen Shu's originally clear and cold fragrance was no longer there, only the strong and pungent smell of blood remained. There were blood marks on his face, and there was a steady stream of blood flowing from his seven orifices.

Looking at it from such a close distance, Xue Yu didn't seem to feel that this bloody face was scary, but rather pitiful.

He stretched out his hand with great difficulty, and wiped the blood on Cen Shu's face with his sleeve, and carefully wiped the blood off his lips.

The extravagant blood color spread on Cen Shu's originally pale lips, revealing a very ambiguous taste.

Xue Yu raised his head, and forced his lips against it.