Teacher's life is hard to violate

Yinshiqiao can't fight during the shift change, but after leaving Yinshiqiao, no one can control it. It is only natural for a Taoist cultivator to exterminate demons and cultivate, and other people will not only not criticize them, but will help them.

So when Feng Shuyu met those three people again, they all had contempt, sarcasm and... gloating on their faces.

Mu Wei's heart tightened: "Master."

Feng Shuyu patted Mu Wei's shoulder, only touched a handful of bones, thinking that it's time to fatten up this apprentice, it doesn't feel good.

"Will you be able to stand up if you are put down?" Feng Shuyu's tone was a little subtle, as if sarcastic.

Mu Wei bit her lip, she didn't come back to herself until she felt the pain: "...Tuer can."

Feng Shuyu snorted, a little picky, and didn't take it to heart at all, which made Mu Wei's eyes turn red. Everyone looked down on him, but only Shizun didn't want to.

Maybe it's because the master is so tall that he can't catch up with him, so he wants to catch up even more, so that he will never lose his way.

To Feng Shuyu's surprise, ignoring the slightly trembling legs, the child actually stood firmly on the ground under the murderous intent of the three parties.

not bad.

Feng Shuyu was satisfied and added another point, flicking his sleeves lightly put the child in a relatively safe place: "You don't know how to fight, you can always run."

Mu Wei nodded, already used to Master's tone of voice.

"Moxiu, hand over the inkstone." The middle-aged man standing in the middle was condescending, with a proud face, obviously not paying attention to people.

Just a joke, how could he be afraid of a magic cultivator who just formed a golden core in the middle stage of his golden core.

Feng Shuyu seemed to click his tongue: "If you want to grab something from this seat, you must have your life first."

After finishing speaking, he rushed towards him. The middle-aged man didn't expect the other party to kill so decisively. For a moment, Feng Shuyu pierced his arm carelessly. In a flash of blue light, the head of the disciple beside him fell, and blood spurted three feet.

A moment of silence...

Of the three people who came, one of them died in an instant, and the face of the middle-aged man turned red: "Moxiu, take your life!"

The moment the blood gushed out, Feng Shuyu waved the sword in his hand and rolled up the gorgeous sword flowers, so that not a single drop of blood stuck to his body, but the red belt was even more red than blood.

There seems to be blood flowing under the gray eyes, full of evil spirits, making people daunting, the gray hair moves without wind, and the sword energy surrounds the whole body, adding a bit of holiness.

How could this sword energy be filthy, it was clearly a thorough sword repair.

Mu Wei knew that Master was very strong, but he didn't expect it to be so strong, his whole face was blushing with excitement, his eyes showed admiration, and inexplicable emotions surged in his heart, and he felt sad.

When will he be able to follow in Master's footsteps.

"You're a sword cultivator!" The middle-aged man's face was very ugly. Which decent disciple of a famous family would dress like this.

"You are a swordsman, that's just right, let's see who is stronger." Anyway, he is going to order the inkstone!

"act recklessly."

As the cold words fell, Mu Wei watched his master approaching quickly, his eyes were full of coldness, almost ironic, and then the powerful momentum seemed to blow the flowers and plants, and the moon disappeared.

The piercing sword energy was blocked, the sound of two swords colliding with each other traveled through the night, and the stars suddenly appeared.

"madness."

The eyes of the middle-aged man who was repeatedly suppressed were full of horror. How could this be possible? The other party is not a rookie who has just entered the Golden Core. When did such a Nascent Soul monster appear in Xiazhou!

In Mu Wei's eyes, the two had only fought for a moment, and the master's sword had already pierced the man's chest.

Feng Shuyu turned around, holding the sword behind his back, without paying any attention to the corpse behind him: "Mu Wei, from this person, I hope you know what it means to be an idiot."

The corpse was called an idiot before it was cold, and Mu Wei didn't want to know how the dead person would go crazy if he was conscious.

The rest of the people didn't even dare to get angry when they heard that their uncle was being called that. They hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "Senior, everything is the uncle's fault and has nothing to do with me."

"Why do you want this inkstone?"

There were two golden dragons on the inkstone in Feng Shuyu's hand, and the two dragons walked around the inkstone, with ferocious faces and lifelike carvings, as if there was something in the center of the inkstone that caused the two dragons to compete with each other.

"Uncle Master has a friend who prefers these things, that's why Uncle Master disturbed Senior, it has nothing to do with Junior!"

Sure enough, the world of cultivation will not change at any time, and killing people to seize treasures has always been the norm, but it's a pity that they miscalculated the situation.

It's sad to die for a plaything.

It's a pity that the one who killed him was the Demon Lord that everyone feared in the previous life, so he didn't have any emotions of compassion.

So Feng Shuyu raised his sword without hesitation, and there was no need for him to stay after learning the result.

"Master!" Mu Wei didn't know where the courage came from, and grabbed Feng Shuyu's clothes, his face was pale and his eyes were frightened, "Master, can you let him go, anyway, he can't do anything to Master. "

Although he had been bullied since he was a child, he had never seen someone kill someone so neatly. Suddenly, his back felt cold and his throat was dry and sore.

"It's a pity." Feng Shuyu raised his knife and said, "You didn't convince me."

The moonlight came out quietly, and the dark red blood was even more translucent under the moonlight, and Mu Wei's eyes were red with reflections, piercing with pain, she was stunned and didn't know how to react.

The master's white fingers pressed against Mu Wei's head, and his tone was a little gentle, more like a whispering devil: "Tell me, are you afraid to kill people or are you so-called...kindhearted?"

"I..." Mu Wei knew that she had both, and both of them would displease Master, so she could only lower her head, "I know I was wrong."

"It seems that you understand." Feng Shuyu's voice was deep and hoarse with a trembling curve: "Although you are weak, you still have some brains."

"Let's go."

Mu Wei nodded, her small body stood next to the corpse on the ground, and slowly covered the eyes of the dying person.

In Feng Shuyu's eyes, this incident may be just a trivial matter, but to a little child, it is enough to change his life.

Mu Wei obediently lay in Feng Shuyu's arms, as if he wasn't the one who stopped Master from killing someone just now.

"Master, if you didn't kill them, wouldn't they hurt you?" The child's unique crisp voice was slightly hoarse.

Feng Shuyu paused for a moment: "...this seat will not give them this chance."

Mu Wei sniffed the fragrance on Shizun's clothes, it felt like ice, it was faint, but it smelled very good.

Master's body is not thin at all, and Mu Wei can feel through the clothes that there is a strong body under the clothes.

The master's face is sharp and angular, and his skin color like white jade cannot bring a little softness to it, like the leader of a pack of wolves living in the desert, who can show vigilant and fierce eyes at the slightest disturbance.

The child was speechless for a long time, and the look in his eyes was obviously soft. He would not be happy to see someone die, and he would never forgive Master when he was injured.

Mu Wei looked down. Although he was much more mature than his peers because of his youthful experience, he was still a child. Children's thinking has always been simple. Seeing that thinking can't lead to results, he directs all his thoughts in a straightforward direction.

Master is the most important thing!

As soon as he thought about the result, Mu Wei's big eyes flickered, and his long eyelashes cast a shadow under the moonlight. He raised his head for no other reason, because the things in front of him could easily attract the child's attention.

"Master, what is that?"

Because a round thing rises from not far away, it is so small that it is probably invisible during the day, but it is especially obvious under the moonlight.

How could Feng Shuyu not know what even Mu Wei had discovered.

Feng Shuyu didn't look back, the corners of his mouth curled up: "I'll teach you one more thing as a teacher."

"what?"

"Stupid people are never wise."

It was a recorder, not a magic weapon, but almost every disciple who was favored by the sect would wear it. If he died, the scene would be sent back to the sect very quickly.

Therefore, the murders among monks never stop, most of them destroy the corpses to find the recorder.

After listening to Master's explanation, Mu Wei was taken aback: "Then Master, destroy it quickly."

Feng Shuyu's gray eyes were deep, and there was no worry in his eyes, but a little sarcasm: "No, they will eventually pay for what they have done."

From their clothes, Feng Shuyu recognized the sect they belonged to at a glance. When he was suppressed by the master sect in his previous life, all the incompetent rats who were jealous of the Qingxu sect seemed to have found a way to vent their anger and insulted him. .

But now, those people are still alive and well, even if he wanted to take revenge, he couldn't return to Xiazhou at that time, but let them live happily.

Now...he's back!