In Shen Gurong's dream, it was still the gentle and lovely sister Shen Xiwu.

The two set off lanterns by the river together and met the gentleman in Tsing Yi again.

The master played bamboo sticks for him, and the ethereal sound lingered in his ears.

Shen Gurong bent his eyes and listened, but at some point, the sound of bamboo poles had stopped.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a pool of blood.

Shen Gurong's pupils shrank.

"elder brother……"

Someone called him.

Shen Gurong looked back blankly. At the end of his sight, Shen Xwu, who had called his brother warmly and softly just now, was lying in a pool of blood. Her eyes were wide open and she was looking at him distractedly.

Shen Gurong felt a chill all over his body and was stunned for a moment, then almost rolled and crawled over.

"Yugiri!"

Shen Xiwu's small body was lying in the crook of his arms, supported by his trembling hands, with large mouthfuls of blood pouring out of the corners of her lips, and a red mark slowly appearing on her fair face.

She murmured: "Brother, it hurts me so much."

Shen Gurong was at a loss and seemed to be petrified. He kept wiping away the blood from the corner of Shen Xiwu's lips, but the more he wiped away the blood, the more blood there was. He could only feel that Shen Xiwu was getting colder in his arms.

"Xiwu..."

"Yugiri!"

Shen Gurong opened his eyes suddenly and was so frightened that he woke up completely.

He sat on the bamboo couch for a long time, and then he slowly recovered, wiping tears from his face and hands.

Shen Gurong was still in shock, and it took him a long time to finally get out of the state of Shen Xiwu's death in his dream.

He patted his face and murmured in a low voice: "I'm scaring myself. Dreams are all reversed. Xiwu is still staying at home. How could something happen?"

Before Xi Guxing came back, Shen Gurong thought for a while and tied the ice ribbon to his eyes - the feeling of not being able to see anything was too empty and scary, as if the next step would be to step on the air and fall into the abyss, which is really endearing Can't get up.

Because of that dream, Shen Gurong walked out of the bamboo house a little distracted. After taking a few steps, he saw Li Suo, who had been waiting outside for a long time.

Shen Gurong thought for a while before he recognized who this person was: "Lisuo."

Ten years later, Li Suo's face was still sickly pale, as if it had not changed at all. When he saw Shen Gurong coming out, his face lit up with joy, and he quickly came over to salute: "I have met the Holy Lord."

Shen Gurong needed to help him and said, "Why are you waiting here?"

Li Suo smiled and said: "Master asked me to wait here and take you to the Changying Mountain Assembly Hall when you wake up."

Shen Gurong nodded: "Well, let's go."

Li Suo led the way, secretly feeling a little happy.

It has not changed in ten years, and the aura of Shengjun seems to be stronger than before. He did not dare to breathe loudly in front of Shen Gurong.

On the way, he saw Mu Ban walking quickly with a sword still covered with frost and snow on his shoulders.

Shen Gurong saw him covered in wind and snow, as if he had come down from Yuxu Mountain: "Mu's been relegated?"

Mu Ban was walking expressionlessly when he was caught off guard and saw Shen Gurong. He instinctively wanted to show a gentle smile, but when he touched Shen Gurong's light eyes, his expression froze and he suddenly lowered his head in embarrassment. head.

He stepped forward and said calmly: "Master."

Shen Gurong didn't notice anything strange about him and said calmly: "You went to practice sword practice?"

Mu Ban said: "Yes."

Shen Gurong suddenly sighed: "This kid won't become the second Headmaster Xi, will he? Going to Yuxu Mountain, a place that is not suitable for people, to practice swordsmanship, isn't this self-abuse?"

Mu Ban was stunned.

"Tsk." Shen Gurong, "What a good child, but he was led astray by that guy Xi Guxing."

Mu Ban: "..."

Is practicing diligently just to be ruined?

How did his master reach the Mahayana stage?

Mu Ban had been practicing swordplay from dawn to sunrise. He had drawn the bone-chilling chill from Yuxu Mountain into his spiritual veins and made many rounds, and finally forcibly expelled the rebellious thoughts from his heart.

He took a deep breath and was about to speak when he heard a low sob not far away.

The three of them turned their heads and looked at each other at the same time.

Shen Gurong frowned slightly, and for some unknown reason, as if under some guidance, he walked over by accident.

In the corner of an open space behind the jungle, a disciple wearing a white robe with purple cloud patterns dragged a child with messy clothes forward. People on the ground would touch the child's knees at any time until blood dripped out, and he would pull the dirty white robe away. It was stained blood red.

The weak sob just now came from that child's mouth.

The disciple in the purple cloud pattern robe looked very young, but his face was full of ferocious anger. He grabbed the little girl's long hair, squatted down and said coldly: "You can go if you are told, Fenglu City I am not raising you so that you can live an ignoble existence."

The little girl was in a panic, panting weakly, and now she didn't even dare to choke out a sob.

"Get up." The disciples of Fenglu City forcibly pulled her up, without any pity on their faces, "You are a person born with ghostly energy. The city lord has allowed you to live till now. It is a gift. You are ungrateful. How dare you? Disobey orders at will?"

The little girl's cheeks were covered with bruises and bloodstains. Her face was dull and she struggled to stand firm, as if she had lost all resistance.

She said numbly: "Yes."

"Yesterday, Liren Peak had great luck and got the inner elixir of a wild beast. We are already far behind. If you can't attract the elixir-formed wild beast from the ice field today, you will die outside and don't come back."

When she heard the word "death", the child's eyes actually lit up. To her, death seemed to be an unattainable luxury.

The disciple was so arrogant that even when he asked people to die, his expression was dismissive and arrogant. He didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with risking a living life for a completely insignificant competition.

Shen Gurong, who had just walked over, glanced at it and suddenly froze.

In the sweet dream he had last night, he still came back from the book and took his sister Shen Xiwu to the unfinished lantern street after returning to Luocheng. He finally stopped at Shen Xiwu's face, which was full of blood, and gradually changed into His face was expressionless.

At this moment, Shen Xiwu's face in the dream and the child in front of her strangely overlapped, making Shen Gurong think that he was still dreaming.

Until "Chen Xiwu" coughed heavily, covered her chest and spit out a mouthful of blood.

There seemed to be a choking sound in her ears, blowing into Shen Gurong's ears like wind.

"I feel so much pain."

"Brother, it hurts me so much."

Shen Gurong's vision suddenly went dark, and his rationality disappeared instantly, as if something was controlling his body again.

Li Suo and Mu Ban arrived shortly after, but before they saw anything, they suddenly felt a terrifying pressure coming from in front of them, spreading overwhelmingly around them.

All the savage beasts that were escaping wantonly outside Liren Peak were suppressed in an instant, unable to move even an inch, and could only sit in place and tremble.

Everyone in the Changying Mountain Council Hall was also shocked and rushed towards the source of the pressure.

Li Suo and Mu Ban, who were closest, were almost forced to kneel down by the pressure of the Mahayana period, and they managed to use their spiritual power to stabilize themselves so as not to fall to the ground.

With a pale face, Mu Ban had just started to use his spiritual power when he heard the bone-chilling voice of Shen Gurong, who had his back turned to him.

"I want him dead."

Mu Ban was startled.

The next moment, there was a sharp sound that broke through the air, and a sword was tightly grasped by Shen Gurong's slender fingers. It was already wrapped with spiritual power like an ice pick, and the coldness slowly climbed up the sword's body.

The Fenglu City disciple was about to take out his whip and teach the nearly-dead man a lesson when he suddenly felt a chilling murderous intent coming towards him. He didn't even react, so his knees went weak and he hit him hard. Kneel on the ground.

He seemed to be suppressed to the ground by an invisible force. The force was so strong that the bluestone slab under his knees shattered into cracks.

The pressure was something he had never seen before, and it could make people breathless just by relying on their momentum.

Panting heavily, he struggled to look up, and in a daze he saw a man in red walking in front of him, gently holding a child who was curled up in a ball on the ground with no idea of ​​life or death in his arms.

Shen Gurong picked up "Chen Xiwu" with one hand and Lin Xiachun with the other. His usually gentle brows were filled with anger. He didn't even want to say a word, and just wanted to wave without blinking. The sword comes down.

Wherever the disciples of Fenglu City are, they are the proud ones of heaven, and they have never encountered such a desperate situation. Although he tried his best to struggle to escape, his legs that were paralyzed and in severe pain could not even move an inch. He couldn't move, and could only watch helplessly as the sword covered in frost and snow struck him on the head.

The next moment, a sharp sound of "clang" sounded, and Shen Gurong's Lin Xiachun was almost stopped by a sword before falling.

Shen Gurong didn't even blink, and didn't even look to see who was blocking him. His voice was as cold as ice: "Get away."

The sword that stopped him was the Tanjing sword.

Xi Guxing's cultivation still couldn't catch up with Shen Gurong, but the collision of his swords made his jaws numb. Fortunately, Shen Gurong saw him and withdrew some strength in time, so that he was not hurt.

Xi Guxing said coldly: "I didn't even see you at first glance, but you almost caused trouble for me."

Shen Gurong was completely different from usual. His face was expressionless, still indifferent, and he said coldly: "I didn't cause any trouble."

Xi Guxing: "Then why do you want to kill people for no reason?"

Shen Gurong said: "It's not for nothing."

Xi Guxing was stunned for a moment, thought carefully about Shen Gurong's calm temper, and then glanced at the frightened disciple who was kneeling on the ground.

The disciple was completely frightened and even the hem of his clothes was wet.

Xi Guxing let out a "tsk", swung the short sword, took half a step back, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Okay, as long as there is a reason. Feng Yun will be here soon, you kill first, I will take care of everything for you."
To be continued...