Du Sigui squeezed out a bitter smile on his pale face and said, "At this point, what else do you want to talk about?"

While feeling the injuries on his body, Bei Mingxiu threw a Shenzhi Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth and said, "There are many, such as...your master."

Du Sigui mocked: "Sure enough, it's still an old-fashioned topic."

He no longer had the strength to hold the wound, so he simply let go of his hand and let the blood flow, "Bei Mingxiu, although I lost, it doesn't mean that I will tell everything. If a person dies, his secret will also be withheld.

No one knows anymore."

Du Sigui grinned and said sarcastically: "I hate you very much. I won't say anything you want to know."

Bei Mingxiu looked at him with pity and said after a while: "Actually, you have been abandoned by Fang Chengyi a long time ago."

"Nonsense." Du Sigui roared, as if the blood lost in his body had returned to his body. He struggled to stand up, but finally fell to the ground again. He pointed at the bridge of Bei Mingxiu's nose and said angrily, "Master, I am the only one.

Disciple, that shameless guy named Sikong Jing didn’t even get started, so I’m the only one in the world who’s qualified to be the master’s disciple!”

"But he always said that I wasn't worthy, I wasn't worthy, I wasn't worthy. I was obviously much better than many so-called geniuses, so why couldn't I be recognized by the master? In the end, I just didn't go along with his wishes a little, and I was dismissed.

He was kicked out of the door, but was finally taken in by that Sikong Jing!"

After saying these words, Du Sigui seemed to have exhausted all his strength, collapsed and said weakly: "Don't you want to ask my disciple, do you want to listen to my story?"

Bei Mingxiu shook his head and said: "No need, the leader of the village has already heard about it."

Du Sigui's eyes gradually became distracted, and the smile on his lips became increasingly bitter, and he said to himself: "Why do you think I want to kill you? If it weren't for you, the master wouldn't have let me go back to the door."

Bei Mingxiu became slightly interested and asked, "What do you mean?"

Although Du Sigui was about to die, the sarcastic look on his face was still very vivid. It was just hard to say whether the sarcastic expression was for Bei Mingxiu or for himself. "At the beginning, when the master found me, he said he wanted to take me in again.

, I hope that when I try my best to kill you, I will be really happy."

"I thought the master really wanted me to come back to his sect, until I confidently prepared for that attack."

Of course Bei Mingxiu remembered that battle.

Anyway, he won in the end.

Du Sigui closed his eyes, his breath was weak, but his volume did not weaken by half, and his words were full of mockery: "Why don't you die?"

Bei Mingxiu smiled and said: "Sorry, I am not a person who dies easily."

Du Sigui ignored him and continued to murmur: "Why am I not dead yet?"

Bei Mingxiu said: "I will temporarily lock the meridians for a while, so don't even think about dying."

Du Sigui simply gave up all struggle and collapsed on the ground, his expression numb. Even the severe pain in his chest could not be relieved.

The numbness disappeared for a moment: "No wonder the master values ​​you so much that he treats me as a whetstone. You are really a terrible person."

Bei Mingxiu fell into a brief silence.

When he first met Fang Chengyi in the Luoying Mountains, the other party had a strong interest in him because of his fallen energy. In his opinion, since he inherited his brother's fallen energy, he should follow him

He cultivated, carried forward their lineage, and destroyed the Holy Pavilion in the future.

But whether it was then or now, Bei Mingxiu had no intention of complying with his wishes.

Fang Chengyu was one of the eight immortals who killed his family, and he was also the murderer who turned a paradise into a place of death.

However, Fang Chengyi acted unethically and used Li Hongchao's help to plant the Death Eye on Yu Luoxia in the Luoying Mountains.

Bei Mingxiu is not a saint, nor can he be called a gentleman. At best, he is just a good-looking young man.

But if it were in the past, no matter how evil things others did, as long as it did not harm him, Bei Mingxiu, it would be nothing to do with him. But if he attacked the people around him, he would beat them up at all costs.

Falling into dust, no matter how many years of patience it takes.

Now Bei Mingxiu, in addition to the old habits of the past, will also draw a sword for the injustice in his heart.

Who made him unknowingly think of himself as a sword cultivator of Wu'an Jianfeng?

He couldn't stand the brothers Fang Chengyu and Fang Chengyi, especially the latter.

He also roughly understood Du Sigui's situation.

He was just a whetstone given to him by Fang Chengyi.

If he was killed by the whetstone of Du Sigui and the inheritance of Fallen Yuan was cut off, Fang Chengyi would certainly not be happy. Perhaps he would be the first to vent his anger on Du Sigui. If he killed Du Sigui, Fang Chengyi would definitely

I won't shed even a single tear for Du Sigui, and then block his way in the near future, and do the same thing again.

In any case, Du Si is dead after all.

Bei Mingxiu looked at Du Sigui with compassion in his eyes.

Du Sigui snorted coldly, blood splattered from his heart again, and his voice gradually became weaker as the less blood was lost: "I don't need your pity."

Bei Mingxiu said: "I'll tell you good news, I don't plan to join Fang Chengyi's family."

Du Sigui opened his eyes with gradually blurred pupils and smiled miserably, but he seemed a little satisfied.

"That's good. No one is competing with me for the position of disciple."

Bei Mingxiu raised his eyebrows and said, "That fat man doesn't count, either?"

"If I don't say it, you will definitely continue to talk. Just thank you for what you said just now, so what if I tell you?" Du Sigui closed his eyes again, and the curvature of his mouth became even wider. "I am the only one for you, master."

Sikong Jing is not his disciple, and neither is she. It’s just that Sikong Jing asks for something but doesn’t get it, while she doesn’t hesitate to get it.”

Bei Mingxiu asked: "Who is she?"

Du Sigui smiled strangely and left the last words of his life.

"Silly*, I won't tell you."

The cold energy of Beiming that Beiming Xiu had left in his body suddenly lost its foothold and gradually dissipated.

Du Sigui truly left this world with a satisfied smile.

Bei Mingxiu didn't bother to get angry with a dead man, but still said to his corpse: "If you didn't tell me, I would have vaguely guessed the answer."

He lowered his head, smiled bitterly and murmured: "It's just that I don't want to believe it."

There were footsteps next to the altar.

Bei Mingxiu stood up, looked at the person who came, and said with a wry smile: "Fortunately, I did not disgrace my life."

Si Xiang didn't look at Du Sigui's body, but just looked at the blood all over his body. His face became colder and he said, "How is the injury?"

Bei Mingxiu moved his hands and feet and said with a smile: "The sword was drawn out quickly enough and no muscles or bones were injured. It's not a big problem."

Si Xiang's eyes paused and he said slightly stunned: "The meridians are so severely injured, and you still say it's not a big problem?"

Without waiting for any rebuttal from Bei Mingxiu, she handed out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Bei Mingxiu without any explanation.

Bei Mingxiu shook the small porcelain bottle and said in surprise: "Are you really willing to give up?"

Si Xiang said: "Although Snow Lotus Dew is precious, my Xuefeng Sword Sect's family background is not as shallow as Xiaoxue said."

Bei Mingxiu picked up the small porcelain bottle and looked at it curiously.

It is said to be a bottle, but in fact it only contains three or four drops.

It is indeed very similar to Miss Yuan Xue's bottle of Shenzhi Huichun Pills with only three pills.

But just these three or four drops of snow lotus dew are enough to heal all the internal injuries he suffered tonight within a quarter of an hour. It will also be of great benefit to his spiritual practice in the future. It is much more effective than the Shenzhi Huichun Pill.

Already.

Bei Mingxiu did not drink the snow lotus dew, but wanted to put it back into Si Xiang's hand, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I still know how precious the snow lotus dew is."

Si Xiang frowned slightly, but did not reach out to take it, "I gave it to you, it's yours, it's up to you whether you want to drink it or not."

Bei Mingxiu had no choice but to accept it.

With Shenzhi Huichun Pills and combined with his Heavenly Way, the injury will be healed tomorrow.

After all, he is also a person who has been nourishing his meridians for more than a year. This meridian trauma may be considered serious to others, but to him, it is not a big problem.

But Si Xiang's face didn't look very good.

Bei Mingxiu could only look innocent.

At this moment, Xu Rusong's voice came slowly in the night: "The fight is over? That's good, everything is fine, I can finally have a good sleep."

Bei Mingxiu and Si Xiang looked at each other and stopped worrying about anything. They returned to the main camp and rested separately.

Du Sigui fell alone in the center of the altar. The moonlight was bleak, making him even more sad.
Chapter completed!