Xiaodao Tong Yuechi said hesitantly: "I listen to the second senior brother!"
Yan Xi thought to himself: "I don't know when Liang Mengchun, the fierce guest from Hanshan, will come. We must escape early to avoid being blocked."
He didn't dare to pack his things, so he took his junior brother and went straight to the gate of the Taoist temple.
At this moment, there was a long laugh, and a gray-robed man with a sword on his waist walked into the hall and shouted: "Yun Jizi, you are really cunning, you actually came back to check before me."
When the man in gray robe saw the coffin in the Sanqing Hall, his face showed a hint of joy. He stretched out his foot to pick up a stone and hit it on the coffin.
This thin-skinned coffin was very weak. The huge boulder fell and immediately smashed the coffin into pieces. An old Taoist priest with a pale face rolled out. His face was gray and he had been dead for a long time.
This gray-robed man was Liang Mengchun, the fierce warrior from Hanshan who severely wounded Yanxi that day. His Hanshan Palm technique was famous throughout the world.
He was slightly injured that day, and just like Yun Jizi, he refused to give up. He had been lurking outside the Xuanlou Temple for a long time, but he still refused to act rashly.
Until I saw Yun Jizi breaking into the temple, I waited patiently for a long time and heard no sound of fighting, so I followed him in with confidence and boldness.
Liang Mengchun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the body of Taoist Jiuhe. However, he turned around and caught a glimpse of Yun Jizi, who was dead in a miserable state. He couldn't help being shocked. He pulled out the sword from his waist and used an exquisite sword technique. The light of the sword surrounded him.
, protected myself from the elements.
At the same time, he thought secretly in his mind: "Is there another powerful enemy who could kill Old Dao Yun silently before me and take away Jiuhe Zamao's sword manual?"
Yan Xi pulled the small pendant and couldn't help but scream inwardly: "Bitter! Why did you come so early? The Xuan Tower Viewing at four o'clock in the morning is not very beautiful."
After all, he is an online writer, familiar with all kinds of tricks, and his brain works very quickly. He squeezed Xiaodao Tong Yuechi's hand and gave a hint, pretending to be sad and angry: "You have already snatched the sword manual, what are you going to do?
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Yuechi wanted to rush out to stop this murderer from destroying his master's body, but was caught by his senior brother. He was a little confused, but choked up and did not dare to say a word, for fear of ruining his senior brother's affairs.
Tears welled up on Yan Xi's face and rubbed onto Yan Xi's Taoist robe.
Liang Mengchun concentrated slightly, held the sword across his chest, and shouted: "Who stole the sword manual?"
Yan Xi's grief and anger doubled, and he shouted: "If it's not a bunch of vicious people like you, who else could it be?"
Liang Mengchun's heart was pounding and he thought to himself: "Zhong Nandi and Gao Liren are not as good at martial arts as Yun Laodao, so there is no way they can kill him."
"Old Taoist Yun was shattered by someone using heavy techniques to shatter all his bones. That little bitch, the poisonous concubine, has absolutely no such powerful skills. I know, it must be the Laughing Young Master. He ambushed the Taoist temple first, and when he saw Old Taoist Yun searching
When I get the sword manual, I will kill him."
Liang Mengchun thought about it several times and felt that what he thought must be correct. He smiled and said: "Very good."
One move of Tianshan Flying Snow, this is the most powerful killing move of Hanshan Palm Technique. He slapped Yan Xi on the chest with one palm. The force of the palm was not weak, pushing Yan Xi to the path of Tongyue Pond, and the two brothers were exhausted from the slap.
land.
For him, since the sword manual has been snatched away, these two little Taoist priests are of no use, so of course he must eradicate them.
Yan Xi received a slap on a vital point on his chest. His whole body was shaken, blood flowed from all his orifices, and he fell to the ground.
Liang Mengchun, the fierce guest from Hanshan, had 100% confidence in his Hanshan palm power. After using this palm, he turned around and walked away. He had no time to take another look at Yan Xi and Yuechi, and identified these two little ones.
Taoist priests will undoubtedly die.
Ten minutes later, Yan Xi didn't groan until stars started to appear in front of his eyes, his brain began to beat, his brain boiled, and countless words appeared in the air, and he spat out a few big mouthfuls of blood, without even bothering to read the story line first.
If there had been any changes, he didn't have time to check his injuries, so he hurriedly pushed the path to Tongyuechi a few times.
"Little pendant, little pendant..."
"Junior brother, junior brother, wake up, don't scare senior brother!"
Although I met this little Taoist boy by chance, and I didn’t know who he was, a native from another world, a super AI NPC, or something indescribable, but after just a few hours of getting along, I still had some feelings for him. He really
I don't want this little pendant to die.
After pushing a few times, Yuechi still fainted, her body was limp, like a broken rag doll. Yan Xi stretched out his hand to check his breathing, only to feel that the small pendant was breathing vaguely, and the breath of life was extremely weak.
"What the hell, what can I do?"
"It would be nice if there was a hospital nearby."
Yan Xi really missed the mental hospital this time.
Even though I am not professionally qualified, it is still better than the Po Tao Temple in the wilderness!
Yan Xi gritted his teeth, sat on the ground, and held Xiaodao Tong Yuechi in his arms. He didn't care that his body was like a boiling pot, bleeding everywhere. He pressed his temples with both hands and silently muttered: "Go back and bring a small pendant...
…go back."
"Take my junior brother back."
"go back."
"I want to go back."
"I want to go back to the mental hospital. I will take my junior brother back to the mental hospital with me."
"Mo Dan! Let me go to the mental hospital with my junior brother!"
Yan Xi had never been so eager to go back to a mental hospital at this moment, and he had never thought that one day he would want to bring others in... for special treatment.
Life is so weird.
He didn't know if a passing god heard his prayer.
The bodies of Yan Xi and Yue Chi disappeared bit by bit as if being erased by an eraser.
Yan Xi cried with joy and tears filled his eyes.
Qinglongshan Mental Hospital is brightly lit.
A search team composed of dozens of doctors, nurses, and hospital staff are searching every corner of the hospital round after round. The police have also been called, explaining that a mental patient ran out. This patient also has
Strong aggression.
Vice President Sun Jing was summoned from bed by a phone call. He had not slept well at all and was in a very bad mood. He had already yelled at the doctor on duty and personally participated in the "search and arrest" work.
This group of doctors, nurses, and hospital staff have searched for several times, but can't find Yan Xi's whereabouts.
Just when Sun Jing was very anxious and didn't know how to write tomorrow's report, she heard the voice of a hospital worker coming from the direction of Yan Xi's ward: "I found it, I found the patient... Come on, everyone."
ah!"
Yan Xi hugged Yuechi and as soon as he stepped out of the ward, he saw a dozen strong hospital security guards swarming in under the doctor's guidance. Before he could speak, he heard Sun Jing's familiar voice shouting:
"Apply the electric baton!"
"He is emotionally unstable and may hurt others."
"Turn on the maximum power and hit all the electric batons."
Yan Xi wanted to say: "I'm really not sick!" His whole body was stabbed with more than ten electric batons. His whole body was trembling and he fell softly. He didn't even have time to shout: "Save my pregnancy first."
The little Taoist priest here.”
Several security guards saw that Yan Xi was still struggling on the ground and seemed to be about to stand up, so they hurriedly made up for it twice...
It has been reduced to the point where I can only write a new plot after reading this chapter...