Chapter 505 Rebellious Disciple (22)
The young man on the side screamed, stepped forward to support the old man and said: "Master, your eyes!"
Just a few short words While he was breathing, the old man's eyes had been completely burned, leaving only two dark holes.
Black blood continued to roll down from his eyes, but the old man's breath became longer.
Stretching out his withered hand, he grabbed the boy's arm, and then cursed angrily: "I'm like this, please kill me quickly!"
"Master, don't get sick at this time! Get some rest quickly! I'll find a doctor for you."
"What doctor are you looking for? There are a few trustworthy doctors in the penal colony! Let me go first Take a rest."
"Okay Master, wait a moment, I'll be back soon!"
Stepping into the cave quickly, he shouted to the junior brothers and sisters inside: "Master is in trouble. If anyone is willing to donate blood to heal Master, I will do it myself!”
“Brother, let me go first”
"No, senior brother, I'll come first!"
"Brothers, don't rush me, I'm young and strong, I'll come first!"
"I'll come first!"
When more than a dozen people couldn't breathe, a bowl of blood was taken out, turned into blood and fell into the hands of the young man.
Giving the blood to the old man, the young man said respectfully: "Master, this is the blood and energy donated by the disciples. Master, please take it quickly."
"You fools..."
Sighing, the old man reluctantly took the blood offered by his disciples. The blood dripping from his eyes finally eased, but it still did not stop.
But even so, the old man's complexion softened a lot, and he said weakly: "I can see that the catastrophe is coming, and the way of heaven has changed. The monks on the opposite side are more experienced, and the first batch of scouts have already arrived. "
"The other party has sneaked into Kyushu, investigated the local humanities, and then made corresponding plans."
"The other party's leader... is probably terrifyingly strong. With my later cultivation, I can refine ordinary Star Lords at will, and can easily tear apart the space barrier. Just seeing the image of the opponent's future cost me a pair of eyes, and Daoxuan is no match for him."
At this point, the blood pouring out of the old man's eyes immediately increased.
If it was a stream before, it is a big river this time. The surging blood shocked the young man and said with a cry: "Master, hold on, I will bleed to save you right now!"
"They all say that you are idiots. At this time...that's all, you won't listen anyway. My time is approaching, so I will help you again before I die. Take me to Kyushu, and then to the Refining Pavilion There is a mixture of fish and dragons there, and it is the first stop for the scouts. When the time comes, they can make some contact with each other to see if they can get any benefits."
"Master, you must not do it," the young man said immediately. "We are monks in this world, and we should serve the heaven in this world. We cannot behave like this to deceive the heaven and destroy our ancestors."
"...Are you stupid! If you don't want to betray the heaven in this world, you can Sell them! We are in urgent need of relevant information. You can sell them at a good price.”
"Oh, Master is right!"
Looking at the disciple who suddenly understood, the old man found that his disciple was good at everything, but had a fatal flaw.
The moral limit is too high!
You are monks of the Xuantian Sect, why are you doing so high a moral bottom line!
Can't you be like ordinary Xuantian Sect monks, who can kill and set fire as freely as breathing, and deceive teachers and destroy ancestors as smoothly as running water?
At this moment, the old man felt that he was really not suitable to teach his disciples, and all the good seedlings were taught crookedly.
Just when the old man was thinking about which link made the mistake, the five disciples who were nesting in the cave had already filed out.
They are between sixteen and twenty years old, and their cultivation levels range from Qi refining to foundation building. Knowing that they were about to go to Kyushu Refining Pavilion, they immediately walked out of their hiding spot and said respectfully to the old man: "Master, are we going to Kyushu?"
"I heard that Kyushu All decent monks eat raw livestock every day. Is it true? ”
"I also heard that the people there haven't gotten rid of their vulgar tastes, and they still eat every day. As a monk, it's really shameful to indulge in carnal desires."
"It is said that there are many lovers in the Refining Pavilion. Some monks are still in love with ordinary people. They really don’t know what kind of Tao they are cultivating and what kind of heart they have. Aren’t they afraid of going to the stage of reincarnation?”
“There are still people who are addicted to the music. Young books. I didn’t expect that we were defeated by this kind of thing in the first place. It’s really disappointing.”
After commenting on the Weapon Refining Pavilion, the group looked at the young man and said, “Senior Brother Qiu, when should we set off? I can't wait to criticize Zhengzheng!"
"Let's go now. Master's injury is serious and we must go to Zhengfang for treatment. I have saved ten spiritual stones over the years, which should be enough. The medicine money can be spent in the Refining Pavilion for a long time.”
"Senior brother is great, but I only have three spirit stones."
"I have two."
"I have three and a half."
The spirit stones are zero. After gathering together some scattered pieces, the twenty spirit stones were carefully kept by the eldest disciple Qiu Shaoyuan.
Bite his fingertips, Qiu Shaoyuan turned into blood and wrapped his master and his junior brothers and sisters in blood.
I saw the red wind steaming up. Instead of having the unique fishy smell of blood, the blood-red wind carried a faint moral aura and carried several people flying towards the Weapon Refining Pavilion.
They were cautious along the way, and when someone got tired, they immediately changed their positions. The six of them took turns, flying to Kyushu with their master, and arrived at a small town ten days later.
As soon as they stepped into the town, they were shocked by the scene here.
There is no snow that stretches for thousands of miles, and there is no bone-chilling wind. Instead, there are only endless green melon fields, growing freely in the sunshine.
Looking at the green watermelon, the group swallowed hard.
Fruits and vegetables in the penal colony were ridiculously expensive, and they were an insignificant branch of Xuantian Sect, so they had almost no chance to enjoy good things like watermelon.
And the watermelons here are juicy and thin-skinned, making people salivate just by looking at them. The spiritual energy contained in them is even more exciting, and people can't help but fantasize about its taste.
After days of running around, the group was already hungry and thirsty.
But just by looking at it, you can tell that the watermelons here are absolutely ridiculously expensive, and they still have to treat Master, so they really can’t waste it.
Seeing the disciple's mood, the old man couldn't help but scolded: "It's an unsatisfactory thing! If you are a disciple of my Xuantian Sect, go and grab it now! There are so many watermelons, it will be wasted if you don't grab them!"
"How could Master do this? It's not easy to grow these watermelons, how can we do this!"
"If Xuantian Sect disciples don't do bad things, are they still Xuantian Sect?"
"That's right... Then let's go eat some watermelons and tell them frankly that we have no money to pay."
"Elder brother is right! If the other party insists on making us pay, we will Let’s work for them.”
“Yes, it’s a great deal to exchange our useless labor for watermelons.”
Looking at the disciples who felt bad about themselves, the old man almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.
“You rebel!”
(End of this chapter)