Master sees my hairy

Facing Mr. Jinwu: "I'll say it again, give me Ah Yue's primordial spirit, or I will destroy this paper body. Without the paper body, no matter how well you raise the primordial spirit, he can only stay there forever." Broken in the lotus."

34. Yan Ruyu ([-])

"You!!!" Mr. Jinwu gritted his teeth angrily.

If Yue Gongzi's paper body is really destroyed by small stones, his soul will have nowhere to go, so he can only be fostered in the magic weapon forever.

"Hand it over." Little Shitou stretched out his hand and smiled determinedly, "Ah Yue is mine, and it can only be mine."

Mr. Jinwu looked at him coldly, and the lotus platform appeared in his palm again, with pale golden light flowing on the white petals.

"I lost Mr. Yue, just to make less money, and you..." Mr. Jinwu was neither angry nor anxious, and smiled, "Let me guess, why didn't you kill him."

Xiao Shitou's face turned pale instantly.

Mr. Jinwu continued: "You grew up together, and he was sick and troubled since he was a child. He was instructed to use magic to suck your spiritual energy away, making you look like this for the rest of your life. You should hate him." He went to the bone, cut him into pieces, but you..."

"Stop talking!" Xiaoshi suddenly interrupted him.

Mr. Jin Wu giggled for a while, and raised the lotus platform in front of his eyes: "In this case, I will help you. What's the point of holding a paper body? I'll help you destroy his primordial spirit directly, so as to solve your troubles." Hate, how?"

If the paper body is destroyed, there is still a way to reshape it, but if the soul is destroyed, it is really gone.

Little Stone gradually became discouraged, took Young Master Yue into his arms, smoothed his hair and clothes, and said to Mr. Jinwu, "Don't you just want to make money? Return Ah Yue's primordial spirit and let him go. I'll replace him." He stays here."

Mr. Jinwu raised his eyebrows: "You?"

"What's wrong with me! Who do you look down on?" Xiao Shitou said angrily, "I taught Ah Yue's pipa!"

Mr. Jinwu looked at Xiao Shitou for a while, and smiled maliciously: "It's okay, it just so happens that some customers like you who are young..."

Little Shitou squeezed his fist, but finally said nothing.

Mr. Jin Wu came over with the lotus platform, and released Young Master Yue's primordial spirit.The pale golden primordial spirit returned to the paper body, and the sluggish eyes of Mr. Yue gradually recovered their light.

But at the moment when all the primordial spirit entered the body, an accident happened suddenly!

The little stone on the side resolutely took out a dagger from his body, and stabbed Mr. Jinwu's heart with lightning speed.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Jinwu had been prepared for a long time, and defused Xiaoshi's offensive with four or two moves, pushed his dagger aside, grabbed his wrist and pushed it back.

The tip of the knife turned around and took the small stone's throat straight!

The onlookers were all horrified.

Xi Feng's first reaction was to draw his saber to dismantle the move, but Bai Zang's Burning Bone and Sky Fire was faster.

Although the paper figurines in this painting are immune to fire and water, it does not mean that other things are not afraid of fire.A ball of flames swayed between the two paper figurines, and the dagger was burned away, leaving only a pool of scorched ashes in Xiaoshi's hand.

Mr. Jinwu: "..."

small stone:"……"

"Ahem." Bai Zang cleared his throat and said, "Everyone has something to discuss, why bother to use swords and guns. You see, Young Master Yue can't stand it anymore."

Young Master Yue, who was called upon just after waking up, was confused for a moment: "...?"

Little Shitou turned around overjoyed, and rushed to Young Master Yue's bedside: "Ah Yue, Ah Yue, you finally woke up!"

Young Master Yue suddenly looked at him in horror.

Just one expression is enough to prove that what Mr. Jinwu said just now is true.

"Ah Yue, I'm sorry." Xiao Shitou knelt beside the bed and apologized, "From now on, you can go wherever you want, and no one will hold you back."

Young Master Yue's voice was hoarse: "What do you mean?"

"Secret." Little Shitou smiled, "Take it as my last gift to you."

After hearing this, Young Master Yue struggled to sit up.

Little Shitou hurried to help him, but staggered and fell straight into Young Master Yue's arms.

Everyone turned their heads and saw that a big hand with distinct bones was protruding from the back of the small stone like a devil's claw, and the papyrus inside rushed out, accompanied by thick and bright red blood.

"Brother!!!" Young Master Yue exclaimed.

The devil's claws were still churning fiercely inside the little stone. Its owner, Mr. Jinwu, looked at Young Master Yue with a smirk: "He sold you into the land of fireworks and humiliated you in every possible way. I'll help you kill him, wouldn't you?" Happy?"

Apparently Young Master Yue didn't feel happy, his tears trickled down, wet his face, and also wet Xiao Shitou's hair.

Little Shitou struggled to raise his hand and wiped away the tears from Young Master Yue's face: "Ah Yue, I'm sorry..."

When he was on the verge of death, some fragments of memory floated out from between his brows, mixed with impurities, gray, and would soon dissipate.

Bai Zang hastily cast the spell, using his pure spiritual power to carry the fragments, and put them directly into his body, reproducing the memory of the little stone in his mind.

Xi Feng beside him looked at him nervously, seeing that his expression was not right, he immediately held Master's hand: "What's wrong?"

"The little stone is Jiang Poyue." Bai Zang raised his head and looked at Xi Feng, the six senses were connected and shared this memory.

This is a period of time when Jiang Pochu entered Mingyindu.

That year, Mingyin Du widely recruited disciples, and Jiang Poyue successfully passed the entrance test and became Mingyin's disciple.

But even though he and Jiang Lanyue were identical twins, their aptitudes were vastly different.If Jiang Lanyue is the moon in the sky, Jiang Poyue is like a stone in the mud. No matter how hard he struggles, he can't get rid of the mud and can't see half an inch of sky.

The turning point happened in his third year of entry.

It was a bright night, most people in Mingyindu were resting in their rooms, but Jiang Poyue sneaked out to practice swords on an uninhabited island.

He does this every day, and has never been discovered by anyone, but for some reason that day, when he came with the sword, there was already a person there.

This person is wearing a Chinese dress, which is the purple and white color scheme that represents Mingyin. The hem of the clothes is embroidered with large groups of two-color hydrangeas, and the silver butterflies are fluttering, indicating that this person's status is at least at the elder level.

But Jiang Poyue didn't know him. Among the ten elders in Mingyindu, there wasn't a gray-haired and cold-hearted one like him.

He looked at Jiang Poyue with gray-blue eyes: "You have obsession."

Jiang Poyue: "..."

"You want to become powerful, look down on all beings, make those who looked down on you in the past submit to you, and want to satisfy your inner secret desires."

Jiang Poyue did not speak, quietly waiting for the next sentence.

He continued: "But your aptitude is too poor, your aura is impure, and your meridians are narrow. Even if you practice day and night like this, you can barely catch up with your fellow disciples."

Jiang Poyue's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.What this person said is not bad at all, he is such a talented and dull person, even if he puts in a hundred times of effort to form a pill, it will be difficult for him to make further progress in the future.

But wishful thinking, coveting everything that does not belong to him.

Jiang Poyue's sad and unwilling mood really lingered in Xi Feng's heart, and he could almost guess what happened next.

The mysterious person continued: "Actually, this is not a big problem. As long as you can draw Qi into your body, even if you use heaven, material and earth treasures to pile up, you can still pile up a half-step golden fairy."

But Jiang Poyue is just a small disciple of Mingyin, where did he get such a treasure?

"I can provide it to you." He really said, "But in exchange, after you leave the teacher, you have to do three things for me."

This is really a great temptation.

Jiang Poyue didn't think too long, and agreed.

Since then, his practice has advanced by leaps and bounds, and he has quickly emerged and become the object of admiration by everyone.

The memory is intermittent, and the last scene stops in a secret room.Jiang Poyue knelt down in front of the white-haired mysterious man respectfully, and took a scroll from him.

He spoke slowly, with a cold voice: "The human world has been stable for more than [-] years, and it's time for the sky to change."

35. Yan Ruyu (Thirteen)

Little Stone's memory ends here, and this dream is gradually shattering.

At the very moment, Baizang's Thousand Machine Fan made an impressive move, and flew towards Mr. Jinwu who was a few steps away with fierce spiritual power.

Mr. Jinwu turned pale with fright, but he was unable to dodge in time. His throat was gently swept by the sharp fan, and a big opening was opened, and the papyrus inside popped out.

"You...hehe..." When Mister Jinwu spoke, the papyrus fragments blew out from his wound, "Destroy...hehe..."

The lotus in his body lost its support of spiritual power, was ejected, and flew to Baizang's hand.

What exactly Mr. Jin Wu wanted to say was no longer known.Xi Feng felt his head turned upside down, and he and Bai Zang went back to the small courtyard where Jiang Lanyue was under house arrest.

There seems to be no one.

"Lan Yue?" Bai Zang called softly into the room.

There was a rustling sound from the inner room, so they waited outside, and it turned out that Jiang Poyue came out.

He seemed to have just woken up, his clothes were loosely draped over his body, and he didn't wear a hair crown. He yawned lazily: "You guys are pretty fast."

Baizang's Thousand Machine Fan was still in his hand, and he attacked Jiang Poyue as soon as he thought about it.

He didn't use any spiritual power in this move, Jiang Poyue dispelled it with a single block, but he didn't expect that it was just a fake move, Bai Zang's real purpose was in the back palm.

This palm used at least seven percent of Baizang's strength, and the wind stirred up his hair and clothes, and with surging spiritual power, he slapped Jiang Poyue firmly on the chest.

Jiang Poyue was beaten to take a step back, but he just frowned, and then the mighty sword came out, and the cold sword light flashed by, Bai Zang was forced to take several steps back, and hit his back against the doorpost, before he could escape. Can hold steady.

Then, a strand of black hair fluttered leisurely