The sad wind is like a roar, and the waning moon is like a hook.

A brown sword light rushed in the air, but it was a flying sword flowing with brown light. The man on the sword was dressed in brown clothes and a slight expression. It was the junior brother of the long beard Taoist.

This man looked gloomy, but because his senior brother had not returned for a long time, he rushed here to search. He was rushing all the way and finally arrived at this area where the vitality of heaven and earth was still not calm.

"That's..." The brown-clothed Taoist face changed slightly, his eyes fell on a bloody figure below, and he quickly lowered his flying sword and leaned over to check.

But he saw that the place was covered in blood and messy. Judging from the scattered stones and the robe that the figure was wearing, he had already identified that this was his senior brother Chen Fengzi.

"Senior Brother!" The brown-clothed Taoist fell beside Chen Fengzi. When he looked at the spiritual sense, he immediately helped him up. However, the back of the tentacle was limp like mud. He was stunned. He moved his power in his palm and crossed out a pure essence, awakening Chen Fengzi. He hurriedly took out a jade bottle of mutton fat from his arms, poured out a longan-eye-sized elixir, and let the latter take it.

"Senior brother, but then the Supreme Master hurt you like this?" The Taoist in brown clothes asked immediately when he saw Chen Fengzi open his eyes.

Chen Fengzi's eyes gradually became brighter, and his eyes subconsciously fell to the location not far away where Taishangzi and Ling Duanshang were. There was no one left in that place, only a pool of shocking blood. He looked at the direction where Ling Duanshang left again, but there was a hint of complexity in his eyes.

"Senior Brother?" The call of the brown-clothed Taoist came from his ears again. Chen Fengzi turned his head with difficulty and looked at the person who came: "I'm fine, but I'm afraid I can't stand up in a short time."

The Taoist in Brown Clothes looked dark and said to himself, "Why can't you stand up for a short time when you are injured? If there is no magic pill, you will probably be unable to get up again in your life! Thinking of this, the Taoist in Brown Clothes's face was already ferocious: "The abandoned disciple is so powerful that he can hurt you like this? Where have they escaped? I will go and chase him back and drag him to Lingchi in front of his senior brother!"

Chen Fengzi looked a little ugly, his eyes were even more complicated. After a few breaths, he seemed to have made some decisions and said to the brown-clothed Taoist: "I fainted just now, and I don't know which direction they went. Junior Brother Zhou, although this person's cultivation is not high, he has many alien treasure talismans. If you go alone, you may be defeated. Let's go back first!"

"What my senior brother said is wrong. The abandoned disciple must be at the end of his strength. Otherwise, he would not have left Ling Tiancheng and the others. Now that he fought with his senior brother, he was at a state of exhaustion. I am afraid he would not be able to escape. Senior brother, stay here for a while and wait for me to capture him and the only grandson of the Ling family!" The Taoist in brown thought for a moment, but his eyes were sparkling and loud, and he obviously did not want to miss this great opportunity to make contributions to the master. After that, he was about to get up.

"Junior Brother Zhou!" Feng Chenzi's face changed slightly, and his voice was a bit fierce. "This matter was decided by the head of the sect. Now I ordered you to send me back to Zhaojing and take Ling Duanshang into consideration again!"

"Senior Brother!" The brown-clothed Taoist was a little dissatisfied in his tone. He seemed to notice something strange about Feng Chenzi in front of him, but he couldn't tell where the strange was. However, the dominance of this major event was indeed in the hands of Feng Chenzi. The brown-clothed Taoist could only take off the flying sword and hug him back to Zhaojing...

Chen Fengzi was lying quietly on the bed. After two days, the pain behind the elixir was recovered, and it was replaced by a numbness. It seemed that only one head was left in this world.

"This is retribution..." Chen Fengzi smiled bitterly. His heart was not as calm as it appeared. He had already changed his mind and turned around. He had somehow changed his mind. He was so conflicted at this time, and for a small ordinary person, he even had the idea of ​​returning to his master's sect to go to seclusion and practice and ignore civilized things...

In fact, Chen Fengzi had never lost consciousness. The silver-armored heavenly soldier's punch was fierce and fierce, completely shattering his back. The severe pain that pierced into his bones made his consciousness extremely clear. Although he was severely injured, he could not faint. Therefore, everything that the Supreme Master said when he was dying was not only imprinted in Ling Duanshang's mind, but also deeply engraved in his heart.

"The people who cultivate immortals are just sent by the inner demons. They forget their true self for a while. They just need guidance and will be awake and uphold the Taoist heart!"

"Is it really because of the inner demon that I became like this?" Chen Fengzi asked himself over and over again, searching every inch of memory to find a reason to refute the Supreme Master. However, everything he did would only make this sentence echo in his mind like a spell, making his confusion deeper.

Because this is not just a sentence, Chen Fengzi saw with his own eyes that man's disciple let him go, his enemy, who was covered with blood from his relatives in the end!

The silver armored heavenly soldier's instinct would completely kill him, but in the end, the man still let go of the enemy who killed him with his own hands!

He knew it was easy to kill someone, but it took a hundred times more courage to forgive someone!

Then what kind of mind and will this be?!

At that moment, Chen Fengzi clearly felt Ling Duanshang's anger that was enough to burn mountains and boil the sea. His fierce murderous intent was about to smash him. He was already struggling to wait for Ling Duanshang to kill him! However, his final life still made him confused. He confused what he had done since he was cultivating immortality and questioned the master's long-cherished wish.

Such a disciple makes his teacher even more fascinating!

Unfortunately, I killed myself. A deserted hill and cold moon, lonely wind and cold snow have become a place where heroes' souls are broken...

"Senior Brother Chen Fengzi, Master is here!" The voice of Junior Brother Zhou broke Chen Fengzi's battle between heaven and man, and also shifted his gaze to the door.

"Cruff--" With a light sound, the door of the top pear blossom tree was opened. At the door was an old man in blue clothes, with his head as white as snow, his face as a baby, his eyes as gentle as jade, and he had reached the state where the essence was released and the energy of heaven and earth moved with it. However, a trace of yin flashed in his eyes, which destroyed the image of such a god and elder, which was daunting.

"I have seen Master!" Chen Fengzi looked a little surprised and wanted to get up to greet him, but he didn't know where his hand was. Only then did he remember that his broken body was unable to move.

This old man is the master of Chen Fengzi and Xie Chuan and the other two - Lu Wuxian.

Lu Wuxian's face was gloomy. Looking at his most proud disciple who was now slumping on the bed like a dead dog. The yin fire rose in his heart. He snorted coldly, and stepped onto Chen Fengzi's bed in a casual step. Regardless of whether the latter was painful, he lifted the sleeve of the robe and turned it over.
Chapter completed!