At the corner of the street, Wei Shuyang, Mu Yuanqing and Yan Binghong had just left Sifang Academy. It wasn't that they wanted to leave, but that guy Jiang Xiaoyu was really disgusting.
"Master, it's my fault..." Mu Yuanqing lowered his head, ashamed and ashamed.
"you..."
Wei Shuyang was about to speak when suddenly, an invisible stream of light flew into his brain. He was suddenly startled and his whole body was shaking.
"Master? What's wrong?"
Wei Shuyang lowered his voice and said, "We were deceived!"
"Um?"
"Sifang Academy is not the location of the Beast Control Sect at all. The real Beast Control Sect has now begun to attack Chongnan Temple! The sect leader has received the news and has sent people to Chongnan Temple!"
"What?" Mu Yuanqing and Yan Binghong both stared, "How is that possible? Didn't that guy say..."
Wei Shuyang's face was full of anger, and he said word by word: "That guy! He lied to us!"
"Forget it if he lied to us, he used our words to trick the tiger away from the mountain! If Chongnan Temple is severely damaged this time, the three of us, master and disciple, will be the sinners of the entire cultivation world!"
In the distance, Jiang Xiaoyu was hiding on the roof of a house. Naturally, he didn't believe that the three of them would leave Sifang Academy so easily. He wanted to see what tricks the three of them would do next.
At this time, Jiang Xiaoyu's eyesight was a thousand times more sensitive than before.
Hiding in the busy city, it happened that it was not easy for Wei Shuyang to find him.
"What are they muttering about?" Seeing the three of them suddenly stopping, Jiang Xiaoyu suddenly became confused.
Mu Yuanqing glanced at the purple gold gourd on Wei Shuyang's waist and said angrily: "What an insidious villain!"
Wei Shuyang picked up the gourd and thought. Suddenly, Jiang Ping's figure appeared on the gourd.
"Jiang Ping? What's going on?" Jiang Xiaoyu felt a cold sweat on his vest.
He quickly jumped off the roof, and Chuxue was waiting for him below.
"How is it?" Chuxue asked.
"Let's not talk about that!" Jiang Xiaoyu said quickly: "I just saw a figure appear on Wei Shuyang's gourd. Do you know what that happened?"
"Human figure?" Chu Xue frowned slightly and said, "Wei Shuyang's purple gold gourd is a rare magic weapon. I heard that his magic weapon can absorb the souls of the dead for use. What did you say?
That figure is very likely..."
"Dead person?" Chu Xue's words rang in Jiang Xiaoyu's ears like thunder.
On the other side, Wei Shuyang stared at Jiang Ping and said coldly: "I didn't expect that you guys from the Beast Control Sect would be so insidious!"
"What are you talking about?" Jiang Ping knew that he was dead and felt a little indifferent to everything. He murmured: "I've told you everything you want to know."
"Did you know that in my Purple Gold Gourd, I can drive you out of your wits just by thinking about it! Tell me, your Beast Control Sect, in addition to Chongnan Temple, is the target of this operation, Qinghongxuan?"
"What's the matter of action and inaction? Chongnan Temple and Qinghongxuan? I've told you what I know. I don't know anything else!" Jiang Ping laughed dryly twice, "I'm dead even if I die, Hun.
What's the use of soul and all that? Staying in this world will only increase sorrow."
Mu Yuanqing looked at Jiang Ping with cold eyes and said, "Master, it seems that he won't tell the truth unless you give him some color!"
It was related to the safety of his sect, and Wei Shuyang did not dare to take it seriously. He softly recited a magic spell, and suddenly, a purple flame suddenly appeared under Jiang Ping's feet.
"ah!"
"ah!"
Although the gourd was not opened, Jiang Ping's roar could still be heard outside.
Under the scorching heat of the purple flames, his expression became extremely ferocious.
"What are they doing?"
Jiang Xiaoyu took a deep breath, jumped off the roof, and said to Chuxue: "Go back to Sifang Academy and hide!"
Chuxue pulled Jiang Xiaoyu nervously, "Xiaoyu! What are you going to do?"
Jiang Xiaoyu's face was extremely cold. Chuxue had never seen such an expression on him in all the years she had been with him.
"Go back! I want to kill someone!"
After saying that, Jiang Xiaoyu kicked off his feet, and a large pit as deep as one person suddenly appeared on the ground. His body flew towards Wei Shuyang and the others like a meteor.
"Who is that?" Wei Shuyang suddenly felt a warning sign in his heart. He looked up and saw that the man who fell from the sky was so majestic.
The purple gold gourd was instantly hung on his waist. He grabbed Mu Yuanqing with one hand and Yan Binghong with the other, and instantly dodged a hundred steps.
"boom!"
The figure fell to the ground and smoke and dust flew up.
In the dust, Jiang Xiaoyu slowly walked out with the fishing rod on his shoulders.
"Is that you?" Mu Yuanqing looked at Jiang Xiaoyu. At this moment, she wanted to rush up and stab him with hundreds of holes all over his body.
Jiang Xiaoyu ignored Mu Yuanqing. He stared at Wei Shuyang, pointed at the gourd on Wei Shuyang's waist, and said, "Is there a human soul in there?"
Wei Shuyang picked up the gourd on his waist and said coldly: "Are you here for it?"
"No!" Jiang Xiaoyu shook his head, "I'm here for the soul inside!"
The voice was extremely cold. Wei Shuyang was a master in the early stage of Mahayana. When Jiang Xiaoyu looked at him like this, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Mu Yuanqing raised his sword and stepped forward, saying: "Students from Sifang Academy, if you dare to talk to my master like that, I think you are impatient with life!"
"Go away! I didn't ask you!" At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyu was in no mood to talk nonsense with Mu Yuanqing. What he cared about was the gourd in Wei Shuyang's hand.
He believed that he was absolutely right. The shadow that appeared on the gourd just now must be Jiang Ping.
Since leaving the floating island, Jiang Xiaoyu's only friend is Jiang Ping. When he was at Wan Du Sect, he almost confessed to being there with him. He vaguely remembered that at that time, if it weren't for Jiang Ping's words, he would have
I'm afraid it no longer exists in this world.
Jiang Ping and him not only have a friendship as brothers and friends, but also a life-saving grace.
For a long time, Jiang Xiaoyu had deceived Jiang Ping about many things. After thinking about it calmly, Jiang Ping was not a fool, and he must have noticed it.
However, from beginning to end, Jiang Ping said nothing. Perhaps, he felt that everyone has secrets.
After leaving Chu Yang, Jiang Xiaoyu didn't know how Jiang Ping was doing. Many times, Jiang Xiaoyu comforted himself that Jiang Ping's ability to survive was much better than his own. Without him by his side, maybe he would
I want to live a better life.
After being together with Chuxue, he could always think of Jiang Ping. Thinking of Jiang Ping at this time, maybe he was holding Qianqian and thinking of himself.
Jiang Xiaoyu thought that when he was free, he would take Chuxue with him to Ning'an, because he knew that Jiang Ping must be in Ning'an.
At that time, they agreed that after arriving in Ning'an, Jiang Ping would dig wells, Jiang Xiaoyu would sell fish, and they would start a regular business and live an ordinary life.
But now, Jiang Ping's shadow actually appeared on the gourd.
Chuxue has read a lot of books since she was a child, and is familiar with many treasures and secrets in the world of cultivation.
What she said must be correct.
If there is Jiang Ping's soul in the purple gold gourd, it means that Jiang Ping is dead.
Jiang Xiaoyu didn't understand, how could a good man like Jiang Ping encounter such a thing? He had a low level of cultivation and was indifferent to the world. The only thing he wanted was to live an ordinary life.
Now he should be with the Sissi whom he misses so much.
They should work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and be the most ordinary mortal couple.
But now, he is actually dead.
He died in the hands of Wei Shuyang. Who was Wei Shuyang? He was the elder of Qinghongxuan, a famous Taoist family, and he was a master in the Mahayana period.
How could a person like him attack such an ordinary person?
Jiang Ping was like an ant in front of him.
Jiang Xiaoyu could not imagine what kind of person would rub an ant.
The key thing is that after his death, his soul must be crushed.
The sanctimonious Wei Shuyang in front of him instantly turned into a heinous villain in Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes.
At this moment, in his heart, there was no fear brought about by the difference in realm. There was only hatred, unwillingness, and hysterical anger.
From Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes, Wei Shuyang could already feel the awe-inspiring killing intent.
"Arrogant!" Mu Yuanqing shouted, and the spiritual sword struck Jiang Xiaoyu like a snake.
Jiang Xiaoyu did not move. The anger accumulated in his heart made it difficult for him to breathe.
"I said that."
"roll!"
"open!"
There was overwhelming spiritual power in the voice.
Mu Yuanqing's body was suddenly swept away like a fallen leaf in the strong wind.
[Author's digression]: In order to celebrate Jiang Xiaoyu's first brave stand, the author counts votes for him