Chapter 1109: Don’t save me until you die [please ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket]
Author: lazy fall
Chapter 1109: Don’t save me until you die [please ask for a guaranteed monthly ticket]
Taoist Ying was not rescued, she simply fell from the sky. The poison of the python demon was more powerful than she imagined.
She originally wanted to fly to the Yanmen Mountain Gate to ask for help, but she didn't even make it 10% of the way before her hair fell. If she hadn't been lucky enough to meet a group of Yanmen monks passing by, she would have become the monster's food.
This group of Yanmen monks are still a little unclear about the situation. They did not see the Bald Eagle. There is only one Golden Elixir monk in the team, who is still in the early stage of the Golden Elixir. The others are all Foundation Establishment disciples. If it weren’t for the White-headed Eagle who saw Taoist Ying falling, , even if he rushes over and kills him, it’s not difficult.
But in the end, they were still afraid of causing trouble and left, leaving this group of people to walk through the gate of hell without realizing it.
Feeling that she was dying, Taoist Ying's physical disability was not the key, but her poisoning was more fatal. When she was dying, all she could think about was the Taoist companion. If he didn't escape, who would avenge them?
At the last moment, her mind was extra clear. She knew her identity very well. Now she was a casual cultivator. She had left the Truman family for hundreds of years. How many people in the sect could remember her as a disciple who quit without saying goodbye? Not counting her. She is a traitor to the sect and has done her best, so don’t think that someone in the Truman family can stand up for her. It’s too difficult.
Today's Truman is no better than before. The leader from the upper world is no different from an unfamiliar sect to her. The past is gone and she cannot bear to look back. It is too late to regret it now.
The only possible chance for revenge lies in the discipleship of my husband, King Luo Ye. My husband and the current leader of Jianmai were once good friends. This friendship is nothing compared to other sects, but Jianmai is different after all. This is her only one. hope.
She felt the bursts of heat coming from the back of her heart. It was the Yanmen Golden Pill that was helping her move her Qi, but it was of no avail. She didn't dare to draw her Qi deeply, for fear of the python poison backlashing her.
Her time is running out. "My Taoist friends are helping me, and I am indescribably grateful. I have no hope in this life, and I will wait for the next life. My name is meaningless, but my husband, King Luo Ye, was once a disciple of Jianmai. This time I was killed by two people in Tuanzewa." The monster tribe attacked in a sneak attack, and everyone was alive and dead. I don't ask fellow Taoists to help me, but I want to send the news back to Dushan. My husband and I will tie a grass ring in the next life... There is no repayment, and you can take what you have on your body for yourself. .”
She still didn't persevere. Although she had been practicing as a wild cultivator for hundreds of years, her realm had not improved much, but her strength was no longer comparable to that of her fellow disciples. This was the price paid by Xianyun Yehe. In this troubled world, it was actually not suitable to live in seclusion and cultivate one's character.
Yanmen Jindan felt a little sad, and a feeling of sadness arose spontaneously. This martyr Kun Xiu had a very special temperament, which is something that only the big sects can cultivate. Everyone has their own helplessness, but now When a person dies and the light goes out, it is useless to think about these things anymore.
Taking off Kun Xiu's personal belongings is a rule in the world of cultivation. Besides, Kun Xiu's entrustment before his death does not count as taking someone's property; he is not alone here, and this is not a place that emphasizes style. A group of disciples are here He was looking at him eagerly, so he had no choice but to separate, otherwise the disciples would scold him behind his back.
It had only been a few years since the end of the Human-Monster War, and the sect was in need of expenses in all aspects. It was relatively stingy with the disciples' salaries, and it was still in the period of post-disaster reconstruction, so when I went out for a trip, my eyes were red.
The objects inside the limited number of treasure gourds that were opened were so shabby that it was difficult to see them. Most of them were even foundation-building objects, and there were only a few treasures that could be used for golden elixirs. This was in line with the financial characteristics of casual cultivators of golden elixirs.
When Daoren Ying left the sect, he and King Luo Ye were both in the foundation-building realm, and then they wandered outside. Most of their resources were spent on the upper realm. The two of them were not big thieves, so how could they still have the resources to buy treasures for themselves?
It's just that many of these foundation building objects have the Truman mark, which makes people have to doubt their origins. However, no matter what this Yanmen Jindan thought, he never thought that someone would really choose to wander and give up on the Truman disciples.
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The things were quickly divided and the empty bodies could not be taken with them because they did not know where they belonged. Usually, in this case, they would be burned and buried on the spot, and then a hole would be dug to bury them. For the monks, since they were fellow believers, this was a simple effort.
It's okay to add a coffin.
There were traces of the demon clan in Tuanzewa. This was no small matter. He knew that his strength was limited, and the disciples he brought with him were not meant for this kind of work, so he could only send a letter to the sect asking for help.
After that, it was normal operation. Yanmen Jindan rushed over to search Tuanzewa, and knocked down the earth monsters here, but found nothing special. Places like swamps are the least likely to leave traces of sewage.
A dip in the mud, and the cover of the earth monsters...
This Yanmen Jindan still fulfilled his responsibility and informed Taoist Ying of his will, and left the rest of his business alone. This should be a conversation between sects and sects; if Taoist Ying finally pointed to someone in Jianmai
As a monk, he may still deliver the information privately, but if it is a sect, ordinary Jindan like him doesn't know who to go to, so it is most appropriate to leave it to the sect.
But at this time, Yan Clan was already estranged from Jianmai. Yan Baiyi's switch to Jianmai changed a lot of things, including mutual trust. Intentionally or unintentionally, such unimportant things were ignored.
Which ring is it, and then it will sink into the sea, silently.
In fact, similar events happen every day in Splendid Continent, either a demon kills a person, or a person kills a demon. In terms of cause and effect, Hou Zi plays a key role in it.
If he warned the two of them in advance, if he didn't kill the three monsters, if he didn't accept Yan Baiyi, etc.
But ultimately, there is still a problem with the path chosen by Luo Yewang and his wife.
In prosperous times, hermits emerge, and in troubled times, heroes emerge. This cannot be the other way around.
Because the continuous appearance of monsters in Shangyu Kingdom and the Northern Territory made the entire Northern Territory nervous for a while, they must consider whether this is the mountain monster's preparation before launching an attack?
Because the victims were two casual cultivators, everyone thought it was just a coincidence, but no one thought about the necessity behind the coincidence.
Once a person loses his fame, he will become unpopular. When King Luo Ye was on duty in the Yiyi Mountains a hundred years ago, he was at least somewhat famous among the foundation building disciples. However, a hundred years later, the current influential figures have become
Without the Golden Elixir of the Upper Realm, who would still remember the young man who once dedicated himself to mankind in the north?
For mortals, ten years after your death there may still be friends who will remember you and sigh for you during drinking parties; twenty years after your death, only your closest immediate family members may still remember you, which is convenient.
I will burn a handful of paper for you; thirty years after your death, all traces of your existence in this world will be erased, and no one will mention you, think of you, or cherish you anymore, and it will become a thing of the past.
The same goes for monks.
This is the meaning of name. If you have a name, you will have existence, and you will enjoy the incense.
Indulging in the mountains and rivers? Then let’s die together with the mountains and rivers.
