Duan Jiqing looked at the half of the Qingxuan Sword on the ground, leaned against the mountain wall and stood up slowly, "You only served justice for this man, but who has ever served justice for my disciple?"
"Your apprentice was reckless and angered the god Chen Yuan invited. Can you blame others?!"
Yu Chenrao was a man of few desires, and his face turned red at this moment. He was the one who brought this person, and the other party promised that he would not be unhappy with Chen Yuan because of what happened before, but he was hiding evil intentions and made him lose face without saying anything.
, I guess it will be difficult to communicate with Tianshi.
"Haha, Yuchen, you are too innocent."
Duan Jiqing looked at Yunlong Yunhe who was rushing towards him and Monk Zhenhai who was walking towards him without any fear. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and laughed.
"Not only is my disciple's hatred, but also the sword-controlling skills of Canglan Sword Sect...it is my life sect, Canglan Sect, how can I leave it in the hands of others!"
"Didn't Fellow Daoist Chen return it to you in Luodu on that day?!"
"Who knows if he has learned it?" Duan Jiqing grinned and yelled: "Do you know that Zhu Jingshu gave him the sword control skills just to make Canglan Sword Sect cause trouble for him. Regardless of whether he learned it or not, this conspiracy has been completed.
Canglan Sword Sect must get the secret back, or let him give up his cultivation and never step into the monastic path again!"
"When did Canglan Sword Sect become so divided!!"
Buzz buzz——
Buzzing…
People's roars and words suddenly turned into buzzing sounds in his ears. Chen Yuan hugged the old man whose chest was full of blood, and kept using magic power to move around his body to stop the blood, and his voice started to tremble.
"Master..."
When the words came to his mouth, a soreness surged into his mouth and nose, and Chen Yuan's voice choked with sobs: "My disciple has a keeper, he can't kill him, why are you running up here!"
I suppressed my emotions, but tears still couldn't stop falling from my eyes.
Hearing his disciple's voice, the crazy old man opened his eyes weakly, with confusion and a hint of clarity in his eyes. He touched his disciple's face with a slight trembling.
"Apprentice, why are you crying... My master just feels a little pain, hiss... it hurts... Did you just see that my master is very powerful... I clamped the sword and gave it to him and it broke... right?
Very cool!"
Feeling the caressing palms on his face, Chen Yuan nodded with wet eyes. He could feel the old man's anger draining away little by little. No matter how he tried to divert the mana, it was of no use.
"Old madman!" The fat Taoist who came back from the forest with firewood threw the firewood to the ground, ran towards this side, and shouted: "You guys save people first!!"
The old man patted Chen Yuan on the face.
"...I'm crying again. I cry even more than my teacher...It's okay for my teacher...I'm a great teacher. Don't cry...don't cry...be good."
Chen Yuan hugged her master tighter, her suppressed emotions finally burst out at the word "good", and she burst into tears with choked sobs.
"He can't kill me, why did you rush over..."
"You call me master... I won't let you be wronged as a master."
The weak voice stopped, and he suddenly coughed several times. A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Chen Yuan hurriedly stopped the bleeding. Yunlong Yunhe from over there came over and hurriedly touched his sleeves.
"This is the life-saving elixir of my Tianshi Mansion. Give it to him quickly!"
The old man closed his eyes and looked at his apprentice who was going to pick up the elixir. "Apprentice, I'm very sleepy. I need to sleep for a while. Maybe it won't hurt when I wake up."
Over there, Chen Yuan took the elixir and fed it to the old man's mouth. Unfortunately, the old man had stopped moving.
"Master..."
The elixir slipped from his fingertips and fell to the ground. Chen Yuan picked up the old man and rushed towards the bullock cart.
"Seventh Master, Eighth Master, save my master, I will find as many souls as you need!"
The two black and white wooden sculptures in the shrine did not move, but a somewhat embarrassed voice came out: "My two brothers are only responsible for taking people away, how can they bring people back, not to mention... Senluo Hall cannot preside over the reincarnation of this world... Even if the Tenth Hall
Lord Yan is here, and he is helpless."
Chen Yuan touched the master in her arms, feeling that her face gradually became colder, and she closed her eyes in pain.
Sun Zhengde sat down on the ground and cried loudly.
The wind blew through the forest. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Duan Qing signaled to the guard in front of him, immediately cast a spell, rushed towards the mountain wall, and disappeared in an instant through the terrain of the mountain forest.
Zhenhai jumped up and stepped on the rock wall to chase after him.
"Master, that man ran away." The fat Taoist shouted while crying. However, Chen Yuan over there seemed not to hear a word. He gently wiped the blood stains from the corners of Master's mouth with a silk handkerchief and held the old man steady.
He put it in the car and lay down, glanced outside, and whispered.
"Let him go... Anyway, you can find him and that woman at Canglan Sword Gate!"
The old cow came over in a depressed mood, put on the reins, and the fat Taoist climbed up wiping his tears and sobbing, and slowly drove the bullock cart toward the outside of the forest.
Yunlong Yunhe wanted to chase, but was stopped by Yuchen.
"I'm sad at the moment. Let him go first. We have to go back to the Heavenly Master." He looked at the people in the Juling Mansion who were at a loss over there and raised his hands: "I'm afraid I won't be able to slay demons with you this time.
Already."
"I understand, I didn't expect that Canglan Sword Sect would be so motivated!" The elder of Juling Mansion was also quite angry.
"Everything in the world is unpredictable. Farewell!"
There were no unnecessary words in the forest, and they walked out of here one after another. On the way back, Yuchen looked back at the rolling mountains in the forest. He looked so heroic when he came, thinking that he could fight monsters, but unexpectedly it turned out like this.
"This Canglan Sword Sect is really inferior to every generation!"
He sighed.
…
The setting sun burned the western clouds red.
Thousands of miles away, the sunset is like a tide spreading over the mountains and forests. The pavilions that were burned down and torn down are being renovated. The Taoist priests from Tianshi Mansion who are returning to the mountain one after another are busy rebuilding the mountain gate.
Qiaoer dragged her wide sleeves and ran around beside the Taoist priests, teasing each other from time to time, which made the Taoist priests laugh.
On the mountain wall in the distance, in the attic built against the mountain, Taoist Master Mingguang had met with the Heavenly Master and was coming out of the secret room. He was quite happy thinking that the Heavenly Master did not blame him.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "The little girl has a difficult life experience. Since she has been brought back to the Tianshi Mansion, let her stay."
"That Taoist friend surnamed Chen has a kind heart, so don't let him down."
Recalling what the Heavenly Master said, Mingguang walked through the corridor and came to the ancestral hall where he was meditating outside the secret room. His footsteps suddenly stopped. On the wall dedicated to the ancestors of all generations, one of the portraits made him stunned.
Suddenly I remembered that day at Luodu Inn, why I felt that the crazy old man looked familiar.
"Mingguang, what else is going on?!"
As if sensing Mingguang staying, Celestial Master's old voice came out from the secret room. Mingguang came back to his senses and hurriedly handed over his hand: "Celestial Master, the sixth picture on this wall looks familiar to Mingguang."
In the secret room, there was a chuckle, and the Heavenly Master immediately said: "How can you look familiar? That is the sixth generation Heavenly Master of the Heavenly Master's Mansion. It has been more than three hundred years ago. Unless he has reached the state of deity, how can he look familiar?"
He may be alive until now, not to mention that even if he is alive, he should be in the Tianshi Mansion."
"Mingguang was overthinking it, but when he was in the secular world, he did see an old man who looked very similar to the Sixth Generation Patriarch."
"Oh? Where did you see it?"
"In Luodu, the master of fellow Daoist Chen once mentioned to the Heavenly Master that he was confused and didn't know who he was."
It was quiet for a while, and Mingguang thought he had nothing to say, so he was about to turn around and leave the Patriarch Hall. Suddenly, the Heavenly Master's words came from the secret room again.
"You go down the mountain, or send a message to Yuchen. After setting up a barrier in the Hengyan Mountain Cave, ask him to invite Chen Yuan and his master to the Tianshi Mansion. I want to meet them."
"Yes, disciple, I will make arrangements now."
Mingguang respectfully exited the ancestral hall, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. Looking at the busy repair progress outside, if master and apprentice Chen Yuan came over, he would definitely entertain him well.
"Master Mingguang!!"
Qiaoer ran over on the stone steps: "What are you laughing at? Are you happy about anything?!"
"Of course, the Heavenly Master would like to invite your elder brother to be a guest here." Mingguang touched the little girl's head and watched her jumping around happily, obviously very happy to hear the news.
Soon, he found a disciple and asked him to send the news to the outer disciples outside and convey it all the way to Chang Hao.
But that was already half a month later.
At this time, the person invited in the message was standing on a hill with unique scenery on the outskirts of Changhao. Under an old pine tree, a tomb was raised. Chen Yuan, wearing mourning and mourning, knelt in front of the tomb and sprinkled the yellow paper in his hand into the sky.
Still let it fly to a distant place.
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Just to give everyone a heads up, Chunfeng won’t kill me through plot.