After a while, the young man left the ward. Wu Kui walked in. He looked at the man on the hospital bed. He was very weak and his soul showed signs of leaving his body, but there was always a strong will to control it from leaving the body. This should be because the concern in the world that could not be let go of, and it was hard to support his soul.

Wu Kui took a deep breath. He knew that what happened next might hurt his vitality, but he did not hesitate because he agreed to the little girl named An An.

Wu Kui slowly exhaled yang energy from his mouth and sent it to the patient's breath. With the input of yang energy, the man's face gradually became rosy and showed signs of awakening... And Wu Kui was obviously extremely exhausted, his face was pale, and fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead.

"Are you?" The man woke up and looked at the stranger standing beside him in confusion.

"What I want to say next may be incredible, but it is all true. If you listen carefully, you will regret it for life. I am a ghost messenger. You were rescued by me. Don't ask why you saved you. This is what I promised An An. An An fell down and died. She wanted to look at you for the last time before going to the underworld, but living people cannot see ghosts. If you pretend to see her, I will help you. Do you understand?" Wu Kui held the bed with his hand, obviously it was very difficult to say something just now.

"My daughter, passed away..." The man sat up from the bed excitedly and looked at Wu Kui in disbelief.

"Don't move around, you have just recovered for the time being. It has saved you from consuming too much of my yang energy. If you faint again, I will have no yang energy to wake you up again." Wu Kui said with difficulty.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." The man returned to his calmness. He felt that it was true for Wu Kui's words.

"You are too weak now and can't walk. I'll find a stretcher for you." Wu Kui turned around and left the ward.

Soon Wu Kui found a stretcher and thought about how to carry the sick man to see An An.

But before he could get to the ward, he stopped because the sick man walked out by himself, and his rosy face had just returned to his coma paleness.

"What are you doing?" Wu Kui asked.

"I want to see An An." The man replied in a plain tone.

"But your life is still very long. Is it worth it just to meet me?" Wu Kui couldn't understand the actions of the man in front of him.

"An An's mother passed away early. She has been sticking to me since she was a child. She can't live without me..." the man choked up.

Midnight, in a small tile house.

"Dad, I thought I would never see you again." An An rushed into his father's arms and started crying.

"Silly child, why are dad willing to leave you?" The man gently stroked An An's head and showed a kind smile.

"Dad, I'm leaving tonight, you have to take good care of yourself." An An whispered.

"Dad goes with you." The man said.

"OK!"

After hearing his father's words, An An burst into tears and laughed. The haze in her heart was wiped out. She was not afraid of having her father accompany her.

One tall and one short, holding hands, slowly disappearing into the darkness...

This Taoist Master Qi was Luohu's age-lost friend back then. After all, Luohu still recognized his low-level immortals when he was doing good.

When Taoist Master Yun deceived Xiuhua, 6 Nianlang and his son worked hard to save the five hundred coins to marry the daughter of the Long family, they fled to eat and drink in the city.

When Luohu was doing good deeds, he walked into the wine shop and met Yundao, who had grown up with fish and meat, and had a happy stomach.

A little beggar walked in dirty and stood pitifully in front of the door.

In the middle of winter, the little beggar was only wearing a ragged single dress and was trembling with coldness.

The dirty and smelly little boy had already seen Master Yun outside the door for a few sticks of incense. Master Yun, who was full of wine and food, was just alone, but ordered a whole table. Although he had eaten a lot of meat, meat and vegetables were still left.

As soon as Luohu entered the wine shop, he first asked for a pot of warm wine to warm himself up. After drinking the pot, he found the poor little beggar, so he ordered beef and a few portions of pork, and prepared to invite the little boy to come and eat it.

The little beggar probably couldn't stand the cold and hunger, so he came to Master Yun's desk timidly when Luohu ordered the waiter to come to the waiter.

Master Yun narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the little beggar, smelled the stinky nose, and slapped it out with a fierce slap, directly hitting the skinny little beggar, making him dizzy and swelling. Not only did he fly in front of the threshold, but he also had a lot of blood flowing out of his mouth.

Luohu was immediately angry and was about to take action, at this moment, a Taoist priest walked in from outside the door: "Oh, little guy, why did he fall like this?"

This Taoist is Taoist Qi. In order to investigate Taoist Yun, he has traveled to many places.

Master Qi helped the little beggar up and took his pulse with his hands: "I slapped him in the face so hard, and the particles had not yet entered for a few days, so I almost died."

"Master, please help him over and sit. I didn't pay attention to drinking before. I just ordered some meat and was about to call him over, but the stinky Taoist priest attacked him." Luohu called out.

Master Qi carried the little beggar to Luohu's table and sat down, and injected a trace of mysterious energy into him, and the little beggar suddenly became much better.

When Master Qi saw Master Yun, he saw that there was no figure there, and he obviously ran away.

"This bastard actually ran away with guilt!" Dao Qi sighed.

"The thief is guilty? Did he steal something?" Luohu asked.

"He used the fake Taoist method to deceive a poor woman to save money to marry her son. Now he uses the five hundred shell coins to eat and drink, which is really a scum of Taoism."

"Customer, your meat and vegetables are here." The waiter served the dishes with a tray.

"I ordered this for you. You're so hungry, eat it slowly." Luohu looked at the little beggar and said.

Master Qi took off his coat and put it on the little beggar, and said, "Warm first, and I will take you to buy clothes after eating."

The little beggar nodded repeatedly, grateful. He was moved by the help of the two of them. It was so snot that he finished the meal.

Because of this little beggar, Dao Ren Qi and Luohu met. The little beggar became Taoist Qi's disciple, and Luohu became his friend.

Ten days later, Master Qi and Luohu found Master Yun, and the journey came to an end.

Later, the little Taoist priest became an old Taoist priest, and due to poor qualifications, he sat down safely.

Master Qi was not that lucky because he had a close relationship with Luohu and was killed by Jin Guangxian, the disciple of Taoist Tongtian. The reason was very simple: collude with the demon clan!

Luohu remembered many things, the death of his old friend and the guilt of being framed, and scenes appeared in his mind.

The sins and goodness of cultivating immortals were the threshold for him, but now it is different. Right and wrong are like bullshits. Strength is the most respectable, and the weak have no right to speak!

Relatives and alienation are all transformed into past times. The bloody history is regarded as a joke after dinner, and how can he, a witness of history, be calm?

Luohu has a burden, so he has never been truly happy. The burden is pressure and motivation. In order to wash away the teachings today, he has spent too long.

Now Hongjun is forcing himself to stand out again and wants to block his way. It is not that he refuses to detour, but that the straight road is the shortest.

Luohu endured the pain all over his body and slowly rose from the dark cave. Looking at the sky, he felt extremely unhappy.

"That bastard old man is still arrogant and wants to be domineering. I really see through the ugly heart behind the hypocrisy!"

Luohu wiped the blood on his cheek with his left hand. Although he looked like a stray dog, he was still full of confidence on his bloody face...

Now is different from the past, and he will no longer make the Taoist Tongtian proud.

It is impossible for the ancestor Hongjun to protect his disciple Tongtian. Ask Yu Tian, ​​this is justice. Cultivating immortals is against the heavens. He does not need to go against the heavens. He just defeats the immortals of the Three Realms and becomes the veritable ruler of the Heavenly Court.
Chapter completed!