Gu Qingxi quickly crossed the last mountain gate and walked towards the palace.
"Disciple pays homage to Master!" Just when Gu Qingxi walked into the palace, the old man leaned down and prostrated, and tears finally came out of his eyes.
"Hanyu!" Gu Qingxi blurted out, her eyes sparkling with light.
Thinking about it, she finally remembered that the old man in front of her was none other than her eldest disciple: Ling Hanyu.
Master! Although the door closed automatically as soon as Gu Qingxi entered the palace, the people kneeling outside the door still heard the master (grandmaster)'s excited shout. Everyone looked horrified and at the same time
His face was stunned.
No wonder she was able to pass the nine-level trial with her cultivation in the realm of divine transformation. No wonder the protector spirit beast, which was always vicious and could even slap away the great elder, became so well-behaved and as happy as a pug when it saw her.
It turned out that she was actually the master of the master (grandmaster). They finally found the reason.
Coincidentally, everyone looked at the great elder at the same time, their eyes full of pity.
Of course the great elder also heard the master's shout and was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground like a ball of mud.
Who is the wrong person to plot against? The plot is actually against Master's master, Master Shigong, and the method is still so despicable and so bad.
He couldn't even imagine what kind of severe punishment awaited him.
He only knew that he was finished, completely finished.
Looking at the closed palace door, the great elder's heart was filled with regret.
At this time, Gu Qingxi certainly had no time to pay attention to what the elder was thinking. She helped Ling Hanyu up and looked at the tears of joy on his face, and her mind seemed to have returned to thousands of years ago.
The clear stream gurgled along the winding river, with lush grass and green trees on both sides, and an ancient village nestled among the trees.
At dusk, smoke curled up from the village. A group of children, with their trousers rolled up and barefoot, happily having a water fight in the stream, added a bit of life to the peaceful village.
"Ouch..." Not far away, a long roar of demonic beasts suddenly came. A group of strong, gray-looking giant wolves, as if they were carved out of rock, swooped down from the hillside and attacked the village.
Rock wolf, this is a unique kind of monster in ancient times, which has long been extinct now. Although its attack power is not too strong, with its strong defense, it is also ranked among the fourth-level monsters.
"Yan...Yanlang, let's hurry, hurry, run." A little boy with a tiger-like head shivered in fear and stammered, shouting to run, but his feet seemed to have taken root, standing in the stream.
There was no movement inside.
"Daddy, daddy, help me."
"Mother, I want mother, I want mother." Several other children were so frightened that their legs became weak, and they fell into the stream and cried loudly.
"Get up, get up right away if you don't want to die." Another little boy shouted anxiously, dragging the two friends towards the shore with one hand in each hand.
He was a little older than the other children, but not much older. He was only seven or eight years old at most, but the calmness and calmness he showed at this time did not look like a child at all.
Although he was slightly taller, he was not strong and was actually thinner than other children. At this time, it was very difficult to drag two companions of similar age to him with one hand.
However, he did not hesitate at all, nor did he have the slightest intention of leaving his companions and escaping alone.
"Run, run!" he shouted again as soon as he dragged his two companions ashore.
Under his leadership, several other children also mustered up some courage and rushed to the shore, rolling and crawling. After hearing this, they immediately ran towards the village.
However, after stumbling for a few steps, they turned around again and looked at the boy in confusion: "Brother Hanyu, why don't you run?"
Ling Hanyu did not look back: "You run first, I will stop them."
While speaking, he picked up a wooden stick from the ground, faced the direction where the rock wolf was charging, and raised the stick high above his head with both hands.
One look at that posture, and you can tell that he has never learned sword skills and has no foundation in cultivation.
If the monks were allowed to see this scene, many of them might not be able to help but laugh out loud.
Although Rock Wolf is only a fourth-level monster, its strength is comparable to that of a Golden Core cultivator. It may be as strong as Nascent Soul, which is beyond the reach of an ordinary person like him who has never practiced.
What's more, this is not just a rock wolf, but a group of them. What's more, he is only a seven or eight-year-old child?
But Gu Qingxi didn't laugh when he saw this scene. The little boy stayed and tried to stop the rock wolf, which showed that he knew very well that his companion was running too slowly and it was impossible to escape back to the village before the wolves killed him.
Then he naturally knew that with his little strength, he couldn't stop the wolves at all. At most, he could only delay for a moment and help his companions fight for a chance of survival.
In fact, the fear in his heart could be seen from his slightly trembling lips and pale face. But what surprised Gu Qingxi was that when he made this decision, he made a prompt decision without any trace of fear.
Hesitant, there was no hesitation at this time.
Although he is only a child of seven or eight years old, his courage and perseverance are stronger than those of many monks who have practiced for hundreds or thousands of years.
"Brother Hanyu..." The children were hesitant, probably not wanting to leave him and run for their lives.
"Run!" The boy turned his head and roared at them.
He obviously had a very high prestige among this group of children. Several of his companions were startled and did not dare to say anything more and hurriedly ran towards the village.
As they ran, they shouted: "Brother Hanyu, stop them first. Let's go back and call daddy to come and help you."
Perhaps in their minds, Brother Hanyu is the most powerful one among them. Even if he cannot defeat those wolves, he can at least resist them for a while.
But the boy himself showed a wry smile that was inconsistent with his age.
It seemed that what Gu Qingxi thought was the same. He knew very well that with his little strength, he couldn't stop the rock wolf at all. At most, he could only delay his companions for a while while they were eaten by the rock wolf.
But looking at the wolves getting closer and closer, there was still no hesitation or regret in his eyes, only the determination and determination to die without regrets.
The thin arms held the wooden stick high, and they were still a little trembling, but now they completely calmed down.
"Are you really not afraid?" Gu Qingxi finally couldn't help but floated down from the air and asked.
"Afraid, but what's the use of being afraid? Either we die together or I die, they still have hope of living." Ling Hanyu was surprised to find that there was another person beside him.