Chapter 2210 The evil way is prosperous, the right way is vicissitudes
Chapter 2210 The evil path prospers, the right path undergoes vicissitudes
Lu Xuan and Guo Zhishuang were both touched and felt ashamed. They had also suspected that Ji Ming was a guy who deceived his master and destroyed his ancestors. They didn't expect that the relationship between Ji Ming and his master would be so deep!
So, you really can’t look at things at their superficial level.
Ji Wuchang stretched out his hand, gently stroked Ji Ming's head, and said: "Everyone is destined to die. Ji Ming, don't be too sad. With a disciple like you, I will have no regrets in dying for my teacher - just promise me
, be the leader of the Qingcheng Sect well, and don’t let me down!"
Hearing the master's words, Ji Ming wiped away his tears and said through gritted teeth: "Master, don't worry, I will definitely promote the Qingcheng Sect!"
"That's good," Ji Wuchang smiled, and then looked at Guo Zhishuang, who was also kneeling in front of him, and said with a smile: "Zhishuang, if you can come and see the master before you die for the master, it will be really good for the master."
Very happy."
"master--"
Guo Zhishuang, a grown man, couldn't help but burst into tears.
Ji Wuchang smiled and said: "Don't cry. Although you have left the Qingcheng Sect, you will always be my disciple in my heart. This has never changed."
Guo Zhishuang swallowed more: "Master, you will be my master in this life, and I will never forget you."
"hehe--"
Ji Wuchang laughed dryly and said: "Zhishuang, you are too playful and have a big lust. Don't be too addicted to women, otherwise your life will be ruined at the hands of women, you know?"
"I understand, master. Even though I have left the Qingcheng Sect, I will still practice martial arts well. Outside, I will not lose the face of the Qingcheng Sect or the master," Guo Zhishuang said word for word.
With.
The name of the Fourth Young Master of China is not groundless.
Guo Zhishuang is not only rich and powerful, but also handsome and elegant. He has slept with many female celebrities and has been involved in many scandals.
Ji Wuchang heard about this, so he warned him not to die in a woman's belly.
The future of a man who is addicted to women will be ruined!
Throughout the ages, there have been so many bloody lessons—
"That's good," Ji Wuchang said, and then told each of his disciples his last words before his death.
"Ahem——"
After Ji Wuchang finished speaking to his last disciple, he coughed violently again, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Master! Master! Master!"
All Ji Wuchang's disciples were frightened and made a sound again.
After Ji Wuchang spurted blood this time, there was no more blood on his old face, and his eyes became gray. He was about to die, really about to die!
"You all go out, I want to have a few words with Lu Xuan alone," Ji Wuchang said with great difficulty.
All the disciples, after hearing the master's words, did not dare to disobey, and walked out of the bedroom one after another, and then gently closed the door——
Lu Xuan felt a little complicated. He originally planned to teach Master Ji a lesson for having a problem with his master, but he didn't expect that it would end like this.
One step, two steps, three steps, when Lu Xuan walked in front of Ji Wuchang, Ji Wuchang said: "Lu Xuan, I have always hated your master. I thought he was a thief who shamelessly stole lessons from our various sects.
martial arts, but now I finally understand why he did what he did."
"He is a master of the generation, he is master of everything, how can he have low quality," Ji Wuchang showed a smile and said: "You actually killed Master Kuzhi, which proves that your master used what he learned,
He has taught a good disciple, I really envy him!"
Can you not be envious? Look at guys like Ji Ming, who don't practice martial arts well, but are actually gathering in the sect to play mahjong.
Lu Xuan's strength was even greater than that of killing Master Kuzhi, one of the strongest men in Fumen!
Ji Wuchang had to sigh that even though Mo Yuntao died, he died a great and glorious death. He had an apprentice who sought justice for him and made him famous all over the world!
Lu Xuan sighed and said: "Master Ji, I originally wanted to ask you for some advice, but it seems I don't have this chance."
"I hope that in the next life, I will have the opportunity to compete with a genius master like you," Ji Wuchang said meaningfully: "I know why you came to Qingcheng Mountain. I am also very sorry about what happened back then. I was too narrow-minded, because
In this way, I will let your master alone to deal with the challenge from the Fuso master to our ancient Chinese martial arts."
Even when a man is about to die, his words are good!
At this moment, Ji Wuchang really realized something, but it was too late. Lu Xuan felt quite comfortable when he heard what he said.
Back then, Ji Wuchang, the head of the Qingcheng Sect, looked down on Mo Yuntao the most and was also the most hostile.
That's why Lu Xuan wanted to challenge him, defeat him, and humiliate him.
Ji Wuchang added: "I'm deeply sorry to your master Mo Yuntao. I'm afraid you came to me for this reason. Go ahead and make your request. If you can do it before I die, I will
We must do it.”
Lu Xuan said: "Write a letter of apology to my master, and I will burn it for his old man, so that he can feel at ease knowing what he is doing."
The six major sects did not have a helping hand to help Mo Yuntao, and Mo Yuntao was besieged by three Fusang masters alone. Even a saint would feel uncomfortable about this.
Therefore, this is a pimple in Mo Yuntao's heart! It is indelible!
Ji Wuchang nodded slightly and said, "Well, I can still do this!"
As he spoke, Ji Wuchang pointed to a desk under the window and said, "There are pens and stationery in the drawer, as well as an envelope. Please take it for me."
Lu Xuan walked over, opened the middle drawer, took out a thick piece of letter paper and a gel pen, then walked to the bedside and handed it into Ji Wuchang's hand.
Ji Wuchang took the letter paper and pen with trembling hands, then put them on his legs and wrote slowly. He really didn't have much strength, so he only wrote a few thirty words.
But for Lu Xuan, it is enough.
"Mo Yuntao, I'm really sorry for what happened back then. I hope we can meet again in the next life. Your disciple is really outstanding——"
This sentence seemed to have exhausted all the strength of Ji Wuchang's body. He put the letter paper into the envelope and handed it to Lu Xuan's hand, then leaned back feebly.
Lu Xuan quickly held his back and let him lie down slowly.
Ji Wuchang's breathing became even weaker, and Lu Xuan whispered: "Master Ji, thank you."
"Yes, I should also thank you. If it weren't for you, I would have died silently," Ji Wuchang said weakly: "Let my disciples come in."
Lu Xuan knew that the countdown to Ji Wuchang's life had begun!