Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

The martial arts competition that had been postponed for two months was now being held again. A restaurant was filled with disciples from the world of immortality who were going to watch the cliff top to participate in the martial arts competition.

The cool wind of early autumn blew the visitor's clothes, and he was sitting in the corner of the restaurant wearing a wooden mask. Outside the window, the clouds and moon blended together, and the shadows of the trees danced.

The storyteller was sitting in front of the stage and telling the story of the immortal world in recent years with great animation.

As he was talking, the person below called out: "Storyteller, you have told this matter three times today. My ears are getting calloused. Can you tell me some other stories?"

The storyteller smoothed his beard and sighed: "Then today I will talk about the saint in the world of immortality - Hanguang Immortal Lord."

When the storyteller unfolded the scroll in the book, the eyes of some female nuns below shone.

The man in the corner was leaning against the window and looking at the painting quietly, his expression a bit puzzling.

"Hanguang Immortal has been gifted since he was a child. I believe everyone in the world of immortal cultivation knows his talent. So today I will tell you about Hanguang Immortal and his disciples."

"Speak, speak quickly."

"Yeah, come on."

"At first, the relationship between the master and the disciple was not good. This young disciple was punished by Han Xianzun many years ago. He stole the immortal artifact and ran to Tianlan Haicheng. Later, he was brought back and punished by Xianzun. After hearing that this young disciple Shuruxiu was expelled from the inner sect when he accepted new students, and finally returned to the inner sect after a life-and-death struggle. Later, Poison Valley was destroyed, and the young disciple was injured and unconscious while trying to save the Immortal Lord... Later, he met Wan Wan again. When Xushan was in trouble, the Immortal Lord did not hesitate to kill more than ten people to save him."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sigh of relief below.

"Why, how could it be possible? Hanguang Immortal is a saint and will not kill innocent people indiscriminately and slaughter living beings."

"That's right, the Immortal Lord is a god-like existence in my heart, how could he do such a thing."

The storyteller patted the table: "Don't say that everyone doesn't believe it, I don't believe it either. Later I found out that it was the dozen or so people who wanted to kill the master and the disciple while they were practicing the technique and take away their cultivation. Fortunately, the immortal The immortal reacted in time to avoid being succeeded by those people, and the immortal was imprisoned in the back mountain because of this."

"and then."

"Why lock him up? It's obviously not the Immortal Lord's fault."

"Later, this disciple went down the mountain to practice while the Han Immortal Lord was in seclusion. From Baku to Fang Yuan and from Guqi to Beijiang and other places, he saved the people and killed demons all the way until the Immortal Lord came out of seclusion."

Someone below applauded: "It's really a beautiful thing."

"But later, when the world was in chaos and the barrier on Wangya Peak was destroyed, this disciple actually stabbed the Immortal Lord with a sword and caused him to lie in bed for several days before he woke up."

"What?" A woman slapped the table and stood up, "Han Xianzun has raised him for many years, taught him exercises and treated him so well. He was injured many times trying to save him. How could he do it?"

"That's right, it's really not worth it for the Immortal Lord."

The man in the corner was drinking from a wine glass, and the wind blew in through the half-open window.

The storyteller also frequently sighed: "Later, the master and the apprentice experienced the turmoil in Northern Xinjiang and traveled to many places, so their relationship eased. But in this world of immortality, there are frequent turmoils. Who knows that the murderer behind the scenes is the enchantress Wan Qiyun, who came to save the immortal I respected this disciple and did not hesitate to become a demon. After he became a demon, he was despised by the world and hunted down, so the Immortal Master took him away alone and retired to the mountains and forests."

"Unexpectedly, on the day when the Immortal Master's disciple Wang Ruonan got married, this disciple appeared again and was imprisoned by Ou Hongji. His tendons were severed and his spiritual veins were dug out to remove the inner essence. The Immortal Master risked his life to save his disciple and almost died. At the critical moment The disciple crushed the recaptured Inner Yuan Shattering Array and rescued the Immortal Lord, but because he was carrying demonic energy, he was imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower and has not yet come out."

Some people pursed their lips after hearing this, and some even shed tears: "What a pity. Why can't such a touching master-disciple relationship have a good outcome?"

A well-informed disciple drank a glass of wine and stood up and said: "The disciple you are talking about is the notorious Bei Yi. The conflict between him and Han Xianzun is inextricable. No one knows where the Demon Locking Tower is." Well, once you go in, no one can come out. Moreover, Han Xianzun already removed Bei Yi from his disciples last month, and now Bei Yi is no longer his disciple."

Everyone was in disbelief. Being removed from the list meant that no other sect would accept him. How could this be possible?

The man in the corner lowered his eyes, and the fingers holding the wine glass gradually turned white.

He flew up to the disciple and grabbed his throat: "Is everything you said true?"

The rest of the people in the restaurant raised their magic weapons and prepared to fight.

When the disciple saw Bei Yi's impressive momentum and strange skills, and how he couldn't break away with his spiritual power, his expression immediately changed: "This Taoist friend"

When he was about to be strangled to death, Bei Yi let go of his hand and coughed hard.

"Fellow Taoist, I, what I said is absolutely not false. Although I am a casual practitioner, I have a relative who practices on the top of Wangya. What he told me is definitely not wrong." The man's eyes were full of timidity and fear. fear.

Bei Yi sneered twice and was about to fly away.

The man raised his sword and was about to stab Bei Yi. Mo Chen flew out with a whoosh and pierced the man's shoulder blade with his sword.

"That person, that person can't be the possessed Bei Yi, right?"

"How is it possible? He is imprisoned in the Demon Locking Tower and cannot come out."

"It's so scary."

"I'm afraid, I don't want to compete."

Several female cultivators were talking about it.

More than a month had passed since he woke up from prison. He thought he had died in prison, but he never thought he was still alive. It was just that the spiritual energy in his body was gone, leaving only uncontrollable demonic and evil energy in his five internal organs. The six internal organs are turbulent.

Liu Haisheng has been with him since he woke up, taking care of him, cooking medicine, cooking and washing for him.

I heard that Liu Wenzheng was still alive, but he was already crazy. He actually set the fire in his house by himself. The government put him in jail, and the county officials disappeared without a trace.

One day, Liu Haisheng did not return until late at night. Bei Yi had been lying in bed due to a serious injury. He was worried that Liu Haisheng left a light for him.

Hearing his soft sighs after opening the door, Bei Yi sat up on the wooden bed: "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Haisheng gathered his clothes: "It's okay, Mr. Bei, please go to sleep."

"Where have you been today? You haven't been here all day."

"I haven't gone anywhere. I went to the market to buy some things."

"You've been gone all day and you're just back now?"

"Ah."

Bei Yi pushed himself up to get out of bed, Liu Haisheng immediately ran over to support him: "You can't move, your injury is not healed yet, you need to take good care of it."

"Are you injured?" Bei Yi smelled a smell of blood.

"It's nothing serious."

"Who hit you?"

"It's nothing, I just didn't have enough money. I went to the dock to work hard for a day but I wasn't paid. I didn't get the money and I was beaten." Liu Haisheng rubbed his nose helplessly, "I'm fine, don't worry, Go to bed early."

Bei Yi was grateful and originally planned to help Liu Haisheng practice so as to help him cultivate an immortal body.

But within two days of practicing the exercises, Liu Haisheng came to Bei Yi's bed late at night, hugged him tightly, told him his feelings and expressed his love.

Bei Yi was so frightened that he took the package and left before he recovered, preparing to go to Wangya Peak to find his master. But the news he heard when he passed by here today was like a bolt from the blue.