Lincheng Huamo Chapter 178: My disciple knows the way
Zhu Jiannan looked at his younger brother with a smile on his face, his eyes full of relief. But then the rain outside became faster and faster, and Zhu Yinuo stood in front of the rain curtain and couldn't help but close his eyes.
It was also at this time that the sound of fighting came from outside. It was not so much the sound of fighting as it was the sound of screams and some noise.
Zhu Jiannan vaguely heard some words clearly, as if someone was calling for help, and someone was asking why the stewards hadn't arrived yet.
With the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, Thunder Niu appeared behind the two brothers. The Xindu man frowned at this moment and held the giant sword Buhen behind him in his hand.
Zhu Jiannan was confused and frowned and asked: "Xiao Lei, what's wrong?"
"Master!"
There were only two words, but just these two words made Zhu Jiannan's eyes open. Lei Niu's answer was only two words, master. The answer was only two words, but this Thunder Niu had already held the giant sword in his hand.
Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but feel fearful of this so-called master.
Then, figures kept appearing from all directions. These people were all dressed in green clothes and holding long swords in their hands.
Two more figures appeared, one black and one white, looking like children. The girl held a black sword in her hand, while the black boy had a black dagger with a gold edge in his left hand, and a pure white sword in his right hand.
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These two people are none other than the long-lost Tiandixiao Laiwusheng. This Laiwusi has already held the Black Mountain Wind Crane and Long Sword Ruge in his hands.
Tears spoke silently, with a hoarse and harsh voice, and said: "Smile, protect His Highness!"
Without waiting for the boy in white to react, the boy in black flashed and stepped into the rain.
Zhu Jiannan looked at Lei Niu and asked: "Is the ability to cry silently possible?"
Lei Niu shook his head, not because he looked down on Silent Tears, but because he was frightened by the pressure of the person coming. The huge palm began to sweat, and the hand kept loosening and loosening, and finally he couldn't help but hold it tightly.
Greatsword.
Zhu Jiannan was slightly startled when he saw Lei Niu looking like this. He had never thought that the coming person would make Lei Niu so nervous. Looking at him, he even looked a little scared.
But now Thunder Niu, even though he was thinking a lot, seemed to be stagnant, as if someone had taken away his soul.
Zhu Jiannan was not allowed to be shocked anymore. Someone screamed and flew into the stone pillar outside the hall. One, then a second, and a third, all screamed and flew towards the wall and hit the door frame of another room.
Some flew very high and fell directly to the ground.
Zhu Jiannan immediately pushed Thunder Niu to wake him up from fear, and then said in an urgent voice: "Thunder Niu, protect the young prince!"
Thunder Niu was stunned for a moment, and then another person flew over. This person was dressed in black clothes and was as thin as a boy.
What flew over was the boy in black who had previously walked into the rain holding both long and short swords. He cried silently. His faceplate had been completely shattered, and there was still blood at the corners of his mouth that had not been wiped dry and had not been washed away by the rain.
Lei Wusheng tried to stand up, but in the end it was useless, and his body lay helplessly on the ground. The boy in white smiled and ran to Lei Wusheng's side in a panic. His eyes, which were not covered by the armor, were full of worry.
Tears silently handed the snow-white Ruge sword to the world
Laughing, he struggled to say: "Let's go!"
Tiandixiao took Ruge Sword, and then shook his head vigorously. The tears were silent and powerless. He could no longer push Tiandixiao, and he lay on the ground with a face full of despair.
Before Zhu Jiannan could ask what happened, a figure appeared in the rain.
He stood in the rain, walking slowly. But for some reason, when he looked over, the rain fell rapidly, only the outline of his figure was revealed, and no raindrops were seen falling on him.
Looking at him, he turned out to be an old man with white hair and wearing a Celestial Master's robe. The old Celestial Master walked step by step, and with each step closer, his face became more sad.
Although the Heavenly Master is old and has white beard and white hair, his face is still firm and his skin is delicate. If he shaves off his long beard, it may not be mistaken for a white-haired boy.
When the old Heavenly Master walked under the eaves, a group of guards with knives and swords also arrived in the courtyard. They stood four or five feet away, not daring to come closer.
The old Heavenly Master looked back at the guards of the Forbidden City, smiled bitterly, waved his hand, and said: "Please step back, as long as no one blocks the way, I will not take action."
But the group of guards still stood in the rain, neither stepping forward nor retreating. The old Heavenly Master shook his head and ignored these guards.
Every time he took a step forward, the bodyguards who were knocked away were lifted up by unknown forces and placed firmly under the eaves where they could shelter from the rain.
When he arrived at the threshold of the martial arts performance hall, he saw Lei Wusheng lying on the ground unable to move. He shook his head again and sighed. He waved his right hand gently, and the warm wind blew up and hit Lei Wusheng.
He cried silently, only feeling his body feel comfortable, and the pain was relieved by seven to eight points in an instant. He tried to stand up, but his body could do it easily.
The old Heavenly Master walked up to Lei Wusheng's side, chuckled, and then said: "Baby from Montenegro, if I know that you have a relationship with Montenegro, I will send you to death next time I see you."
Tears shook his head silently, his voice was still hoarse and harsh, but his tone was respectful, and he said: "This junior is from Montenegro, and I have never done those hookups in Montenegro."
"That's really the case, that's good."
When Zhu Jiannan heard the words of the old Heavenly Master, he couldn't help but be startled. Is this Old Heavenly Master at odds with Heishan, or even as deep as the sea?
Lei Niu dragged the giant sword and stepped forward, but the old Heavenly Master's figure flashed and walked past him. Without seeing the old Heavenly Master take action, Lei Niu's eyes were empty, his knees bent, and he knelt down on the ground.
Tiandixiao wanted to stop him, but was stopped by Lei Wusheng. Seeing Lei Wusheng shaking his head slightly with firm eyes, he gave up the idea of stopping him.
The old Heavenly Master walked to Kuimulang's body and saw that his body was rotting and the nymphs were eating him badly. He couldn't help but his eyes turned red and he shed tears.
Just listen to him muttering to himself: "I was wrong as a teacher, I was wrong as a teacher..."
The Heavenly Master reached out to touch Kuimulang's ulcerated face. Zhu Yinuo wanted to step forward, but Zhu Jiannan pulled his sleeve. Looking back, Zhu Jiannan frowned slightly and shook his head.
How could Zhu Yinuo care about this? He flicked his sleeves and shook off Zhu Jiannan's hand. Then he took a few steps forward, pulled out a sword on the floor, and came to the old Heavenly Master.
Zhu Yinuo's hand holding the sword was trembling.
Even if it were him, he wouldn't dare to reach out and touch his master's rotten face. But the old master didn't seem to know that Kuimu Lang's body was starting to rot, and he still looked like he was stroking a child. In his eyes, besides regret,
Annoyance, but also love and pity...
"You, you, please leave my master..."
Upon hearing the word "master", the old heavenly master's eyes suddenly burst with golden light, and he raised his head to look at Zhu Yinuo.
He looked at Zhu Yinuo carefully. The child was not handsome, but his appearance of being rich and noble was unmistakable.
He looked at Zhu Yinuo's muscles and bones again, and couldn't help but frown, feeling that it was a pity. This baby was born with a damaged energy source, so he was not suitable for martial arts training. Looking at his hands and feet, it was clear at a glance that this baby must be practicing fast swords.
Kuaijian? I guess it’s the same as Zhitu’s Jiuxing Feifu, right?
"Little doll, what did you call him?"
Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but was stunned, a little confused, and returned: "Master, Kui Mulang is my master, what do you think?"
"Master? Master? Hahahaha, Zhitu actually has a disciple, Zhitu actually has a disciple..."
The Heavenly Master was smiling, smiling with joy from the bottom of his heart. But then his face returned to the sad look. So what if he had a disciple? In the end, he died miserably in a foreign land.
"Child, what is your name?"
Facing this sudden intrusion and unstoppable Heavenly Master, looking at his kind face, Zhu Yinuo was like a mute for a moment, not knowing what to say.
The old Heavenly Master stood up and looked at Zhu Yinuo with a smile on his face. The old Heavenly Master reached out his hand, and Zhu Yinuo, like a vigilant little wild cat, immediately avoided this hand that did not look old.
The Heavenly Master was not angry, and still had the spring breeze on his smiling face, and said in a gentle voice: "My child, don't be afraid, can you call me Master?"
Zhu Yinuo frowned slightly and asked doubtfully: "Master?"
Although he said the word "Master" with confusion and uncertainty, when the old heavenly master heard Zhu Yinuo shout these two words, his smile became even wider and he was stroking his beard with joy.
Seeing such a scene, Zhu Jiannan still didn't dare to feel relieved. He looked at Lei Niu. Lei Niu was still kneeling there with empty eyes.
The old Heavenly Master seemed to have eyes on his back. He chuckled and said, "There's nothing wrong with the doll over there, the doll in Xindu. It'll be back to normal in a while."
After saying that, the old Heavenly Master looked at Zhu Yinuo again. This child had great flaws in terms of talent, body and nature, so he knew how to accept him as his disciple.
When he calls Zhidu Master, he naturally has to call himself Master. After so many years, he finally has a disciple. How wonderful and lucky.
Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but hold the sword in his hand tightly, still on guard, and asked: "Who are you my master? Why should I call you master?"
The Heavenly Master really didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and shook his head slightly. Could it be that this baby's brain is not very good at working?
Then the Heavenly Master once again looked sadly at the increasingly decayed body of Kui Mulang, sighed, and said: "Although your master is known as Kui Mulang, he was also a blood-devouring Taoist, Mu Zhidu, who committed a crime.
He committed countless murders and embarked on a road of no return. But in the final analysis, he is my only disciple, Mu Zhitu!"