Chapter 74 Brothers and Masters (I beg you to read skr~)
In the dilapidated old house, only the faint moonlight shines through the mist on the injured and dying old man.
A young man with tears in his face held the old man's hand tightly and sobbed in grief.
On one side, there was a short and thin young man who was indifferent to the scene of deep master-disciple love. Instead, he had a look of resentment on his face. He was crying and cursing:
"Old man, you really deserve to die. Ah! I've obviously gone back! Why do you have to take me away?"
"Wu Ping, shut up! Do you have any conscience?"
Wu Cheng glared at Wu Ping. He was not harsh on his younger brother in the past, but this time he was really angry.
"Brother! What kind of conscience do you have to talk to evil spirits?"
As soon as Wu Ping finished speaking, a "pop" sound suddenly sounded, and Wu Cheng slapped Wu Ping hard in the face. The fan was stunned in place.
Wu Cheng gasped, and his voice came out from between his teeth:
"If Master hadn't protected us with his life, we would have been killed by Junior Sister Yousuna! If Master hadn't protected us with his life, how could we have survived today!"
Wu Ping also He stopped crying, covered his burning right face, slowly turned his head and looked directly at Wu Cheng, his narrow eyes were full of coldness:
"Wu Cheng! Don't be moved by me here. ! Whether he wants to save you or me, you know it clearly! When I was chased and beaten by that Yousu, he could have taken action long ago but he had to wait until I was about to die!
That's it! Over the years, has he ever praised me? Can't you see that he has never looked down upon me at all? My brother...only you are his dearest disciple...in his eyes, I am just a person. You're a loser who got into his employ just because of your connections! He's just a drag on your progress! Do you understand that he wants me to get out of here!"
Wu Ping hysterically told Wu Cheng about the grievances he has felt over the years. It was as if he had reacquainted himself with this younger brother who was a bit stupid and arrogant, but obeyed his words. He looked at Wu Ping blankly, with disappointment in his eyes:
"If Master does not regard you as his disciple, Why are you alive now? Why did he lose his mind after being possessed by evil spirits, and why did he still fight to the death after you betrayed him and told others that he was an evil spirit? Want to take you away?
That's because he felt that the place just now was very dangerous! The master was invaded by evil spirits, and he only relied on the thought of taking his disciples out of danger, if it weren't for saving him! You! Do you understand that he won't take that fatal blow at all?"
"I don't understand!" Wu Ping stared with anger, and he chewed blood from his gums. "I only know that I am already safe, but it was this old immortal monster who had to drag me back! If he hadn't insisted on provoking that Yousu, why would we be here? Time and time again, it was him who put me in such a situation! Do I still have to talk to him about my conscience?"
Wu Cheng suddenly smiled sadly, as if he was heartbroken:
"You don't understand... you don't understand anything, Master just wants to Let you suffer more setbacks and make progress, but you are misunderstood so far..."
Wu Ping sneered, "Stop saying these high-sounding words to me! You don't understand the injustice I suffered!"
Wu Cheng closed his eyes tightly and shed a few more tears. He shook his head, Just as he was about to defend his master a few more words, Qi Daodong, who was about to die, suddenly trembled twice and was whimpering.
Wu Cheng hurriedly squeezed Qi Daodong's hand and said with concern:
"Master! Stop talking! It will be fine! It will be fine!"
Qi Daodong slowly When he opened his eyes, the red light in his pupils had dissipated, and all he could see was the turbid twilight in the eyes of a dying old man.
His Adam's apple rolled, and a few weak words crawled out of his mouth like zombies:
"It's...teacher...I'm sorry...you..."< br>
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt like he was coming back to his senses. He actually generated a nameless energy and turned it into a sword, piercing straight into his heart!
“No!” Wu Cheng shouted hoarsely.
But this was of no avail. Qi Daodong had his neck crooked and there was no movement at all. A rotting bloody octopus appeared in front of his heart, motionless, and began to rot after a while.
This high-spirited Qi sect leader who originally had a bright future accepted the evil spirit's power when he was seriously injured, and used it to protect two disciples. After four days, he personally understood the evil spirit in himself, and finally died without resting in peace. Wu Cheng burst into tears, his miserable cries seeming to penetrate the clouds and crack the rocks.
Wu Ping looked on coldly, unmoved, and said viciously:
"Damn it, die! Come back to life for me! You You brought me here, you have to send me back to die!”
He jumped angrily, suddenly seemed to have caught a glimpse of something, and was so scared that he collapsed against the wall behind him, mouthing back. He trembled and said:
"Brother... what, what is this?"
Wu Cheng had already cried into tears. He raised his head after being reminded by Wu Ping and realized that he was surrounded by Eight giant tentacles that cover the sky and the sun!
Looking along the tentacles to the end where they meet, there is a flowing vortex of flesh and blood, and the vortex is mixed with the fog. The most eye-catching thing is the two indescribable strange light spots in the middle.
It’s not that the two of them forgot to escape, but that they gave up on this unrealistic idea. Two tentacles wrapped around them respectively, lifting them high.
Two identical voices sounded in their heads at the same time:
"Only one person can survive, and in exchange, he needs to do something for me."
This mysterious evil spirit has regarded the death of the two of them as a foregone conclusion, and compassionately gave a life to one The opportunity was given to one of them.
The two brothers looked at each other. Their respective expressions could not be seen clearly in the darkness, only their different eyes collided...
An hour later, Wu Cheng dragged his seriously injured left leg. Walking in the mist and night.
His expression was numb and he had shed all his tears.
……
Under the bright moonlight.
A saintly woman in a white dress supported her body with a sword, and blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth because she couldn't bear it.
Opposite He Shutong was a femme fatale beauty who was wearing scantily clad clothes and covered in weird tattoos. She also wiped away the dried blood at the corner of her mouth and said in a charming voice:
" Lord Lianjian, you are not a man. You have lost it for eight years, and once you pick it up, do you think it will be as close to you as before? You can kill my junior brother now, but you can't kill me anymore. If you forcefully use Qi like this, your spiritual platform may burst into pieces immediately..."
He Shutong's eyes were firm, and the evil cultivator was right.
Her body has not yet adjusted to the sudden surge of Xuan Qi from the spiritual platform. Coupled with two consecutive days of fierce fighting, she is already on the verge of collapse.
But she had a reason to enter the fog ahead, and she would never allow herself to stop there.
Thinking of this, she wanted to use the Liansheng Sword Technique again, but suddenly she sensed something and turned to look at the moon hanging high behind her.
A fairy stands in the sky in front of the moon, her white skirt dancing in the wind, like the moon god descending from the nine heavens.
The person who came was none other than the proud leader of the new generation of Xuanxiao Sect, the only true successor of Venerable Lianjian, and the Fairy Wangshu whom He Shutong said that even a hundred Gu Yao could not compare with when faced with evil spirits. .
A jade rabbit mask covered her true appearance, and her cold voice came faintly:
"Master."
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