The first thousand and ninetieth chapters of the master's mourning
It's late autumn again, and the sycamores all over the mountains on the Immortal Peak have quietly turned yellow, and fallen leaves are falling gracefully. The mountain paths or in front of the temple are covered with a golden ground. It should be a quiet and relaxing scene, but what you see is dazzling bloodstains.
.
The broad square in front of the Taiyi Hall was now filled with the corpse of a disciple of the Gu Wen Shi Sect. Not long ago, these young lives were still alive walking between the peaks, but now they were lying with scars all over their bodies.
On the cold stone ground, I closed my eyes forever.
The tung leaves have fallen and the polygonum flowers are withered. The wild geese are chirping and the sky is cold. It will be even more bitter when autumn comes. The wind is blowing and the water is gurgling. There is no way to pass the path.
In the side hall on one side, there are still several objects placed. These are all disciples of Nascent Soul and above, who are at least more respectable than the disciples outside.
Ming Yangzi was lying on the couch by the window, with a thin blanket draped over her body, as if she was just taking a nap and would open her eyes at any time.
The monk's physical body has been continuously refined and does not contain dirt, so even if he dies, his body will not decay. His face is rosy, his expression is calm, and his white hair has obviously been arranged and combed neatly behind his head.
Before he collapsed, Liu Qinghuan had been standing quietly for a while, his straight back like the sycamore tree outside the window, frozen in the bleak autumn colors.
Mu Yinyin couldn't bear to look away and said: "The incident happened very suddenly that day. Although we had noticed the abnormality before, we did not expect that their target was our sect. From the time when the people of the Demon Sect came with great force to the time when the mountain guarding formation was broken
, it only takes half a day.”
"At that time, the entire sect was in chaos, and before many disciples could react, the Demon Sect's people attacked. In order to protect the panicked young disciples, the master blocked the enemy in front of Zhulin Mountain until..."
There was a lump in her throat and she couldn't speak any more. Seeing Liu Qinghuan's stiff back suddenly collapsed like a landslide, she slowly knelt down, pressed her forehead against Ming Yangzi's cold palm lying beside her, and murmured softly full of exhaustion.
Ringed softly.
"Master, my disciple is back..."
How many times, whenever he came back from a long journey, the moment he saw his master, he would always start with this sentence, and Ming Yangzi would smile and say, "Just come back."
However, at this moment, his last voice had dissipated in the air, and he could no longer receive an answer.
No one will touch the top of his head with loving eyes, waiting for him to come home as if he is looking forward to his own child.
There will no longer be anyone who will protect him as he grows up, give him guidance and care, and even if he makes mistakes, he will still believe in him without any doubt.
Scenes from the past kept flashing back, and no matter how far he walked, Liu Qinghuan's heart would never feel lonely, because he knew that there was someone behind him who was like a teacher and a father, always watching him.
The grief spread silently, and Liu Qinghuan lay in front of her for a long time, unable to speak for a long time.
Mu Yinyin felt sad and worried, and her eyes couldn't help but fill with moisture. She knew that anything she said at this time was unnecessary, so she just stayed by her side silently.
At this time, rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and the door of the side hall was suddenly pushed open.
Liu Qinghuan finally raised his head and turned around to look, but it was his apprentice Jiang Nianen, covered in blood as if he had just climbed out of a blood pool, standing beside the door in a state of despair.
"Master!" With a cry, Jiang Nianen threw herself in front of him like a child who had been greatly wronged and began to cry loudly.
"Wow, wow, wow, master, why did you come back? Master was killed by them, I can't save him, wow, wow..."
The pain that had been suppressed surged up again. Liu Qinghuan patted his back and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, okay, Master is back. It's all Master's fault..."
Jiang Nianen burst into tears. He stayed with Mingyangzi all year round, longer than he spent with Liu Qinghuan, and his relationship was extremely deep.
After finally comforting his apprentice, Liu Qinghuan asked: "Isn't your second uncle back yet?"
"No." Jiang Nianen vented his anger, and now he felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly got up and stood up.
"The second uncle went to other interfaces to travel and never returned. After the sect was sent, I tried to send a cross-border communication talisman, but it couldn't be sent and I couldn't contact him."
Ji Yue has a free and uninhibited temperament, and Yun Mengze was fine before being taken back by Wanhu Realm. After it was taken back, there were countless interfaces for him to travel around, so like Liu Qinghuan, he was away from the sect all year round.
"The Demon Sect has blocked Yun Mengze's external communication channel." Liu Qinghuan said, thinking that his senior brother had left early, and when the master left, neither he nor his second senior brother were with him, and he felt regretful in his heart.
He looked coldly and said: "Who is the person who killed your master?"
"That person has been killed by me." Mu Yinyin said from the side: "The person who attacked me earlier has been completely destroyed by the flames of my heart."
"It turns out it's him." Liu Qinghuan cast a grateful look at her, but he didn't feel like a great revenge had been avenged.
The sect was destroyed, countless disciples were killed and injured, and the hatred of killing their masters, every one of them, he will settle with the Futu Demon Sect and the Yin Yang Sect in the future!
And now, those who will bear the brunt of his wrath are the people from the Demon Sect outside!
Outside the Wenshi Mountain Range, the demon cultivators who were attacking the formation suddenly felt strong heart palpitations. They looked up in fear and saw the looming purple lotus floating in the air as if it were in full bloom, with all its petals spread out.
Before they could figure out what was going on, a petal fell off the rosette and suddenly shattered into thousands of light spots, flying in all directions like exploding fireworks!
"Not good!" Among the demon cultivators, there were two combined demon cultivators who were suddenly shocked when they saw this, and quickly shouted: "Everyone retreat quickly!"
The demon cultivators below were not fools either. They had already seen the opportunity and ran away before he finished shouting.
It's a pity that they moved a little too slowly. The light spots in the sky were faster than meteors and flying arrows. They fell down in a blink of an eye. If you look closely, you can see that they are crystal clear purple flying needles, with sharp front ends flashing.
of light!
The demon cultivator who was running at the back felt his vest go cold, and was pricked by flying needles like a hedgehog. He screamed and jumped out, only to find a corpse riddled with holes on the ground.
The others changed their colors in shock and hurriedly used various protective measures. For a moment, the sound of clanging sounds sounded like a torrential rain, and several more people fell to the ground.
The two combined demonic cultivators were furious and looked at each other. Each of them held up a banner, which they spread out in the wind, quickly covering half of the sky like a tarpaulin.
The long needle hit, and the undulating flag made a popping sound, but it finally protected the monks below.
Another demon cultivator gave a cold shout, pulled back his right arm, and pulled out a thick long knife from the void. The blade was thick and pale, as if it was made of bones, and a strong evil spirit lingered on the blade.
, what a vicious weapon!
However, before he could strike with his sword, the Purple Star Void Spiritual Lotus in the sky shook again, and the sword intent burst out from the sky!