No matter how insensitive and callous Si Wuya was, he could not just stand by and watch her die.

At any rate, Yongning had helped him a lot, and even without feelings, he was still kind.

The female disciple explained the situation of Princess Yongning, which made Si Wuya frown.

After a moment of silence, Si Wuya said:

"let me out."

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were stunned for a moment.

They didn't have the guts to let Si Wuya leave Siguodong, so they could only look at him helplessly.

"Mr. Qi, it's not that I won't let you out...it's..."

"Let me out." Si Wuya said again.

"..."

His expression made it clear that he had to leave Siguodong.

The problem is that even if Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng were given ten courages, they would not dare to let him out easily.

Si Wuya had no cultivation and no weapons, so naturally he couldn't ignore the barrier of Siguo Cave like Yu Shangrong did.

Just when the atmosphere was a little awkward, a loud voice came

"Let him out."

Pan Zhong and Zhou Jifeng looked over.

Duanmusheng carried the Overlord Gun, suspended in the air, overlooking the Siguo Cave.

"I respectfully obey Mr. Third's order." Pan Zhong bowed.

Not long after, Si Wuya walked out of the Siguo Cave and looked up at Duanmusheng in the sky. To Si Wuya's surprise, Duanmusheng's aura was a bit stronger than before.

His cultivation progressed rapidly.

Si Wuya said: "Thank you so much, Third Senior Brother."

Duanmusheng shook his head and said:

"I'm not telling you, is it useful to study those messy things all day long? If you have that spare time, why not study the theory of practice after Zhan Jinlian to benefit Motian Pavilion, and others will naturally respect you. Instead of being like you now

He looks like this and is not even capable of saving the woman he loves."

Si Wuya: "..."

He was speechless.

He wanted to refute.

But when he thought of Third Senior Brother's fiery temper, he said, "I will remember Third Senior Brother's teachings."

"Let's go see her one last time." Duanmu Sheng left in the air.

The last one?

Si Wuya's heart skipped a beat.

How could he not understand the meaning of these words? He didn't dare to think too much and hurriedly walked towards the South Pavilion.

Pan Zhong, Zhou Jifeng and others followed closely behind.

Soon, Si Wuya arrived at the South Pavilion.

When Xiao Yuan'er saw Si Wuya approaching, she immediately greeted him and said worriedly: "Senior Brother Seven, Sister Yongning is going to die!"

"..."

Zhao Yue pulled Xiao Yuan'er over and said, "Don't worry, the three elders are already watching."

Zhu Honggong looked at Xiao Yuan'er and said, "Little junior sister, don't talk nonsense."

In this situation, others naturally dare not interrupt easily.

Si Wuya looked at the closed door and was about to go in when the door opened with a creak.

Hua Wudao walked out.

Hua Yuexing came to the side and asked, "How is it?"

Hua Wudao sighed and shook his head: "The steel blade pierced and injured the internal organs. Hey, let's prepare for the funeral."

As soon as these words came out, everyone present shook their heads and sighed.

After hearing Hua Wudao's words, Si Wuya did not show extremely strong emotional fluctuations as he imagined. Instead, the scene of Princess Yongning committing suicide with a sword in her mind during the battle in Liangzhou City that day emerged in her mind.

Yongning is very smart.

She knew that even if she didn't come out, Liu Bing or Xiang Lie would definitely pull her out and take her as a hostage.

Therefore, she took the initiative to stand up, hold off Xiang Lie, and gave Si Wuya time to think of countermeasures. As a result, Si Wuya successfully attacked Xiang Lie.

In order not to become a burden to Si Wuya, Yongning chose to commit suicide.

Si Wuya sometimes thought she was stupid, so naive.

Okay, isn't it nice to stay in the palace and enjoy the blessings? Why do you have to get involved in the disputes in the spiritual world?

squeak

The door opens again.

The one who walked out this time was Pan Litian.

Pan Litian's face didn't look good either. He took the wine gourd in his hand and took a hard sip into his mouth.

Zhao Yue stepped forward and asked: "Elder Pan, how is the situation?"

According to the relationship, Zhaoyue is Yongning's sister, how can she not care?

Pan Litian shook his head and sighed: "I have lost half of my vitality and cannot heal the scars in her body. Judging from the scars, she should have thought about it a long time ago."

There is no need to die immediately, and there is no way to be revived.

Would you rather endure long-term torture than open your eyes and see this final world?

"Old Pan, don't scare people. Is there really nothing you can do?" Pan Zhong asked.

"Are you the kind of person who lies?" Pan Litian asked.

Little Yuan'er tugged at the corner of Si Wuya's clothes and whispered: "Senior Brother Seven, go and beg Master. He must have a way to save Sister Yongning."

Pan Litian looked at Xiao Yuan'er with pointed ears and said: "Not to mention the fact that the Pavilion Master is here in person, even if a master from the Eight-leaf Buddhism comes, he can't save her."

"how do I say this?"

At this time, Leng Luo also walked out of the room.

Before Pan Litian could speak.

Leng Luo first said: "What Elder Pan and Elder Hua said makes sense."

Everyone looked at Leng Luo.

The words of this person who was number one on the black list three hundred years ago are naturally quite weighty.

Leng Luo continued: "This girl's Gangblade is a bit strange. It seems to be poisoned and corrodes the internal organs. It is difficult to detect at the beginning, but when it really breaks out, it will be difficult to treat it. There are three treatment methods in Buddhism, Ci

Hang Pudu, Mirror Tower, and Buddha's Light. None of these three methods can cure this girl."

Si Wuya came to Leng Luo and said:

"Is there no other way?"

Leng Luo shook his head: "You are the seventh disciple of Motian Pavilion, and you are very resourceful. Smart people should understand what we say. If you don't believe it, go in and see for yourself."

Leng Luo got out of the way.

The three elders of the Elderly Pavilion have made an assertion, who dares not to believe it?

Others shook their heads helplessly.

The disciples of Motian Pavilion have a favorable impression of Yongning, so how can they be willing to watch Yongning die?

Si Wuya's eyelids twitched a few times.

Little Yuan'er said again: "If I say Master, Master can do it... Go, go and beg Master."

See how persistent Little Yuan'er is.

Hua Wudao nodded: "It's better to ask the Pavilion Master to give it a try. Although the hope is slim, I have to give it a try after all."

"That makes sense."

"The master of the pavilion is good at Buddhist Cihang Pudu. Even if he cannot be saved, he should be able to stabilize him."

Pan Litian said: "You guys still think that the master of the pavilion has too few things to do? He is just making trouble."

After all, the master of the pavilion is already old, so why should he waste his energy to save a little girl he has never met? Maybe, he will have to involve himself. For people who are approaching their end, every energy is precious.

While everyone was discussing, a majestic voice came from behind

"How unbecoming is it to make a noise!"

Everyone followed the sound.

Lu Zhou was seen walking slowly with his hands behind his back, his face serious and his voice like thunder.

"Greetings to the Pavilion Master!"

"Meet the Master!"

Suddenly the scene became quiet.

Lu Zhou came to the crowd, glanced around, and saw Si Wuya was there, frowning slightly: "How can we allow traitors to enter the important land of Nange?"

Si Wuya was so frightened that he quickly knelt down on the ground and said, "Disciple begs Master to help save people. Disciple is willing to accept any punishment."

ps: I crashed with someone else's car. I have been dealing with it these past few days. My bicycle and his BMW are gone, and I estimate that tens of thousands of dollars are gone. Oh, it's so sad. Please give me a ticket to comfort me.
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