Chapter 582 Wind Burial (1)

After the old witch fell, about a few seconds later, a loud "bang" sound came.

I wanted to go and take a look. Qing Xuanzi seemed to have woken up from the Kongming period. He called me, his voice was particularly weak.

I turned my head and looked at Qing Xuanzi. He looked tired and rubbed his temples with his hands.

"Master!" I walked up to him and asked, "What are you just now?"

"Just now?" He was stunned, looked at my face, and said, "What happened just now?"

"Don't you know what happened just now?" I was surprised.

He nodded, looked at me blankly, and asked me what had happened just now.

I told him everything that happened just now, and asked him if he knew who Ye Shaoyang was?

Originally, he listened to me quietly, but his face had not changed. When he spoke the three words Ye Shaoyang, his expression was obviously stunned and asked me: "How do you know the name of your family teacher?"

He gave up and said, "No...it's okay."

At that moment, I asked him what was wrong. He didn't talk to me anymore and jumped off the skylight in anger. He left for three years. In the next three years, I tried to find him and also tried to ask him, where did I offend him. He never told me until he met his master. His master told me that I didn't offend him, but made his master feel guilty for the rest of his life. To put it bluntly, Qing Xuanzi planned to exchange his life for his master's regret, but I didn't let his wish come true. Because of various reasons, the old witch went crazy and fell from the top of the tower, making his master feel guilty for the rest of his life.

After packing up all this, I walked towards the skylight and saw Joyce leaning weakly against the Eight Immortals table. Wang Chuyao looked at her from the side. When she saw me, Wang Chuyao said anxiously: "Brother Ninth, you finally got out, Qiao... Qiao... Sister Qiao... She kept vomiting blood."

I nodded. Su Mengke had passed away for half a month. If he didn't get buried in the soil, he might encounter strange things.

When I saw this, I couldn't ask him to hold a funeral again, so I planned to clean up the things on the top of the tower and then go down the tower. I didn't know where I was, Qing Xuanzi pushed my arm away and stared in my face for a while. I asked him what was wrong. He didn't say anything, but he looked at me straight.

After saying this, he ignored me and walked straight to the skylight. I followed him and helped him. He shook my arm away and said coldly: "Xiaodao can't stand your support."

Master? I was stunned for a moment and told him the old witch about the swearing.

After saying that, he glanced at me again, and the look gave me a strange feeling, and I felt that he seemed to have something to say to me.

"I'll carry you down." I handed over the things in my hand to Wang Chuyao, picked up Joyce, and prepared to go down the tower.

I was a little confused. What's wrong with him? Why did he get angry at me for no reason? Could it be that I pinched the old witch's throat?

To a certain extent, I was the one who destroyed his dreams, and Qing Xuanzi put me on the social blacklist, threatening to not have any social interactions with me in this life. It was not until the old scholar's grave was dug up and he took the initiative to find me that we were able to let go of our past grudges.

He sighed heavily, called me, and said, "Are you doing something to destroy Lian Gu's affairs?"

After hearing this, he said lightly, and didn't ask me again on this issue, but asked me what I plan next?

He looked up at me and asked, "Miss Su's funeral?"

Hearing this, he was silent for a while, patted my shoulder heavily, and said, "Xiao Jiu, there are some things, one, two, not three, and I hope you can do it yourself. When you encounter such things in the future, be more mature and don't be loyal. You will have a long way to go in the future."

I thought for a moment, looked at his face again, and stammered: "If the Taoist priest practices his strength, I would like to ask the Taoist priest to hold a funeral for me."

After this incident, I have completely eliminated Qing Xuanzi's infarction, and I only have respect. A person who can regard his master's regret as more than his own life cannot do the work of Liuma Village. I guess I have some misunderstandings about him.

After staying there for two or three minutes, I took a deep breath, waved away the negative emotions in my heart, and cleaned up the remaining things on the top of the tower. I first wrapped the heads in red cloth, and then wrapped the heart in red cloth.

He sighed, "Forget it, forgot, since things are already like this, nothing else will be lost. Let's do it! Xiaojiu, Miss Su's funeral was slowed down in advance. The current task is to arrange the body of Lian Gu and the group of swallows. Don't let them go out to harm others again. Find a way to kill them. It's best to kill them all, and not let any swallows go away."

He was stunned for a moment and did not answer my question directly. Instead, he stood up. I don’t know if it was sitting for a long time or if he was exhausted. As soon as he stood up, he shook his body and almost fell down. Fortunately, I was quick-eyed and quick-handed, and I held him, "Master, are you okay?"

After Qing Xuanzi left, I stared at his back as he left, feeling empty, and felt that as soon as he left, we might never go back to what we used to be.

"Master, are you really okay?" I asked again.

I was stunned and looked at Joyce. Her face looked like a white wall, white and a bit creepy. Her chest was covered with blood and a blood stain was hanging on the corner of her mouth. Without any hesitation, I jumped off the skylight and landed on the Eight Immortals table. I asked Wang Chuyao, "She was pretty good when she came down, why did she suddenly vomit blood?"

It's a long way to go, and get back to the point.

I thought about it, told him what happened before, even about choking, and asked him, "Is this considered destruction?"

When he saw this, I felt a little embarrassed and asked him what was wrong. He still didn't speak, staring at me with his eyes tightly.

She was about to speak, and Joyce grabbed her arm and said weakly: "I'm fine, Master Jiu, go to the ground quickly and don't let those people-eating swallows run away."

"Master Taoist!" I could no longer suppress the doubts in my heart, and said, "From the relationship between my father, you are my uncle. For personal friends, you are the Taoist priest who Xiaojiu respects the most. If there is anything wrong with Xiaojiu, I hope you can point it out."

"Master Jiu, let me down. Those swallows are important. If they are let go, they will still eat people in the future." She struggled violently in my arms for a few times and said, "I'm really okay, you go down quickly."

"Don't make a noise!" I glared at her, and didn't care about her struggle. I hugged her and went down the tower. Wang Chuyao followed me with something.

Because the ladder was very narrow and I was holding Joyce, we were going down the tower very slowly. Joyce seemed to be worried about something and kept urging me to put her down and asked me to go to the ground immediately.

Just like that, he was halfway down, Joyce spoke harshly, and she said, "Master Jiu, if you don't let me go, I'll commit suicide to show you."
Chapter completed!