Chapter 822 Farewell
Master Murong’s reaction was beyond everyone’s expectations, he was simply “crazy”!
The dignified eldest son of the Holy Lord of Yuheng Holy Land, not many people in the world dare to provoke him, and his realm is extremely deep. Even if Xin Zhuo has entered the Yuanji Three Forests, he may not be his opponent. But he knelt down and hugged Xin Zhuo's thigh, crying and wailing, with runny nose and tears.
The face of Confucian Saint Peacock, who was using her palm power to protect a group of people in Tuoweihuang, was full of shock and disbelief.
Tuo Weihuang's full of hope suddenly disappeared, and he let the blood drip from the corner of his mouth, dryly lost in thought.
Pavilion Master Xie, Mo Ruyu, and Deng Shanling, who flew far away, finally fell heavily to the ground, miserable, but also looking sluggish.
Prince Murong and Xin Zhuo... colluded?
Frankly speaking, Xin Zhuo did not expect it. He had thought that Murong Xiu would rush in with great momentum, but he was afraid that his mind would change drastically and he would become his enemy...
"Big Master, please stop and listen to me!”
Murong Xiu stopped crying and sent a message into the secret path: "You are no longer what you used to be. You are the first Yuanji in the day after tomorrow. Your realm breakthrough is too fast. I'm afraid that all major holy places, caves and super sects will also have to break through. Think about it, maybe your attitude will change.
Didn't you say that back then? A gentleman does not stand on walls, so why should he go on a killing spree for quick pleasure when the relationship can be eased? These miscellaneous hairs are not worth mentioning, but the power behind them is really terrifying. The Holy Son and Saint Daughter are not the first fighting force. There are also Su Lao, Wu Jiyuan Bing, Jidao Saint Weapon, Quasi Saint and Saint! There are also the terrifying heaven and earth innate divine fire, heaven and earth innate divine water and other things.
A man is capable of bending and stretching. With your abnormal talent, you will become a saint in the future. You can kill whoever you want. If there are no people from the hidden sect and the mountain, who can do anything?
Why don’t you just give in to them and talk about the rest later! "
Murong Xiu spoke urgently and quickly, but what he said from his heart was quite reasonable.
Xin Zhuo was silent for a moment, and Murong Xiu's words were not entirely correct, at least. The grudge between the two old ghosts Dongfang and Mie Ling It is impossible to eliminate the resentment, and the ancient clan's affairs also need to be explained, but he can really relax before making plans. He no longer pays attention to these five degenerate warriors. What is important is the feeling of being hunted everywhere. It is really not too bad. Feel good.
Thinking of this, he looked at Pavilion Master Xie and the others, and said coldly: "Today, I will give Master Murong a thin noodles and give you ten breaths. If Wu Nian is around and you are still there, I will kill you!"
Tuo Wei Huang, Pavilion Master Xie, Qin Wuji and other hundreds of warriors looked at each other, their hearts extremely complicated. At this moment, the foundation was destroyed, and it was no different from death. They came through the experience in a grand manner, and then left like a bereaved dog. How ridiculous? Not daring to hesitate, he used up all his remaining energy and "swish, swish, swish" and ran straight into the distance, out of sight in the blink of an eye.
Not only them, but hundreds of thousands of Dakang's remnant soldiers and dignitaries also fled in confusion. The entire huge plain under the mountain was filled with smoke.
After a while, only Xin Zhuo, Murong Xiu, Peacock, Deng Shanling and the original townspeople were left at the edge of the town.
Murong Xiu let go of his thighs, stood aside numbly, and said: "We are waiting for you in the green mountains of the west. If you have anything else to do, come quickly!"
After speaking, he looked at the peacock and took Deng Shanling straight to the western sky.
Xin Zhuo looked down at Xin Chengzhi and his son, Cui'er and the neighbors who had been together for decades. In a flash, he reached three feet above the crowd.
Xin Chengzhi, his son, and the neighbors have been stunned by today's series of events. Looking at Xin Zhuo floating in the air, transforming from an octogenarian into a handsome young man, they are not only unable to get used to it, but also feel a little scared.
After a while, the little fat man with jagged teeth timidly asked: "Grandpa Xin, are you...an immortal from heaven who has come down to earth?"
The clouds in the sky just swirled, The scenes of purple thunder and lightning and the fairy palace are really no different from those of immortals.
Not only him, but also the neighbors, including Xin Chengzhi, thought so.
"Immortal..."
Xin Zhuo looked up at the sky. The Tianque Palace just now was like a fairy coming to earth, which made him feel a little shocked. In the world...are there really immortals? Or is it a trick of the cultivators?
After a while, he landed on the ground and smiled: "I'm not an immortal, I'm just an old doctor in this town, right?"
After a pause, he looked at Xin Chengzhi asked, "Did you realize this?" Xin Chengzhi took his children, brother and sister Xin Wei, and knelt down , with a choked tone: "The boy is over 40 years old and has been ups and downs for half his life. It is only now that he understands that everything was given by his uncle. The boy himself has a shallow foundation and is unscrupulous. He is not a person who can do great things. Now that he has narrowly escaped death, he will definitely change his mind in the future. , just be an ordinary person!”
Xin Zhuo sighed: "Virtue is not worthy of its place! People in the world should have conscience and responsibility when doing things in the world. The emperor has a lot of gold and silver in his palace. He took them to share with the villagers and rebuild them. Langxian Town, don’t leave the town again in this life!”
“Yes!” Xin Chengzhi kowtowed with his children, his eyes were red, “And Cui’er, I will treat her well in the future!”
< br>"No! You are not worthy of her."
Xin Zhuo walked towards Cui'er without any politeness, and a ray of ancient Qi touched her eyebrows. After decades of training in Wangyue Well Water, plus When the mood strikes, she occasionally explains martial arts techniques, which has already entered her mind.
After a finger was passed, Cui'er's spiritual platform was clear, and a majestic aura of a great venerable arose. He looked at Xin Zhuo in a daze, and knelt down with a bang: "Thank you, master!"
"Master is not a word." Just mention it!”
Xin Zhuo said: "Ignite your martial arts, activate your spiritual intelligence and talent, look after the medicine shop for me, boil medicine to save people, and concentrate on practicing from now on."
As he spoke, he turned around and waved his hand gently, looking at the collapsed town in the distance. Create a path on your own.
He put his hands behind his back and walked towards his medicine shop, which had not yet collapsed. Xiao Huang was lying in front of the door leisurely, with a strange smile on his face.
Xin Zhuo entered the room and looked at the familiar tables, chairs and benches, the familiar medicine jars and the idle paintings. His heart was filled with nostalgia and reluctance. For forty years, this place had long been his home.
I have been in this world for more than sixty years, and this is the first time I have lived in one place for such a long time.
It’s just that it’s time to leave, he still has things to do.
Looking at every corner again, he picked up the clay figurines of Mom, Xue Ji and Zhao Yizhu, walked out of the room, and kicked Xiao Huang: "Let's go!"
Xiao Huang jumped He stood up, whipping up a tyrannical demonic wind, and looked up to the sky, roaring like a dog. His old look disappeared and he was jumping around.
Xin Zhuo suddenly reached mid-air, turned his head, and took one last look at the drug store and the town.
At that time, Lao Tie’s clay figurine shop, Wang Mazi’s fried fruit stall, Widow Li’s small courtyard...
But they found that Cui Er and Xin Chengzhi led hundreds of neighbors to stand Together, they looked up and watched with reluctance and sadness.
The little fat man's face was full of tears: "Grandpa Xin, will you come back in the future? I want to hear stories."
Will you come back?
The next time I come back, I'm afraid that the two parts of Yin and Yang will be separated. I don't know how many years it will take for this martial arts to end, and the life span of ordinary people is only less than a hundred years.
It was extremely difficult to let go. After a while, he smiled and said: "I will definitely come back!"
After saying that, he disappeared silently.
The neighbors in the entire town were still watching silently, until the snow fell heavier and heavier, covering the entire town.
(End of this chapter)