soul repair

The news of the falling dust blew through the Shangqing Palace like the wind, shaking people's hearts, as if the end of the world was coming. On this night, the man in black received a letter from Song Guzhui.Sanchen couldn't move, and he became more courageous. The Qing Palace could receive the news of Huoyangzhi within a hundred miles, but he didn't care at all.

He handed the cyan note to the altar master in black: "Song Guzhui is ready."

"Sanchen has no doubts?" The man looked at the line on the note.

"We have placed two messengers in the Shangqing Palace, and they each sent a message, and Sanchen's body is indeed immobile." The man in black smiled with a twinkle in his eyes, "The whole Shangqing Palace is trying to cover up this matter. "

The praying mantis catches the cicada, the oriole follows behind, and it is impossible for the altar master to just plant a spy in the Shangqing Palace for such an important event as clearing the Shangqing Palace.There are some things that Song Guzhui can do, but others cannot, and vice versa.It's just that all these people are different. Others can talk about it, but Song Guzhui is irreplaceable. If others want to be close to Sanchen's body, they can't do it no matter what.

The altar master in black was silent for a long time: "Master killed Qingyan in Wangnian Mountain, and he can't make it through for the time being. The second altar master can't wait any longer, so you can send him a message."

"Yes, altar master." The man in black stepped back.

That night, there were gusts of bleak wind, blowing the weeds and branches flying, and from the mountains around Shangqing, shadowy people came from nowhere, like black clouds rolling, with a chilling atmosphere, silently gathered in Luohe side.

The leader was a man in a yellow shirt, about thirty years old, with a golden whip wrapped around his waist.In the Red Sandalwood Palace, purple is the most respected, yellow is the second, and black is the next. Therefore, the owner of the altar in yellow is also called the owner of the second altar.

The red sandalwood envoys were scattered among the disciples, and the rest of the disciples raised their faces, like masks with no expression, against the dark night like thick ink, it was eerie and strange.

How many people are there in Shangqing Palace?Less than three hundred.

Therefore, these more than [-] people are enough to kill them.

Sanchen fell down, Mo Baiqi died, Ji Qingyan would turn into a rotting corpse in a few days, what is left?For a long time, this lofty mountain and the land of Zhongling belonged to capable people. It is only natural to kill and seize the land. If the Shangqing Palace can't keep its own home, can others be blamed?

The golden whip in the hand of the altar master in yellow fluttered with the wind: "Whoever blocks me will die."

The eight hundred disciples turned into black ash after the flames burned out, flew across the Luohe River, and rushed up.

The man in black flew ahead, searching for Song Guzhui in the dense forest.It is not easy to enter the Shangqing Palace, if you want to enter, you must find a shortcut, and Song Guzhui is his shortcut.People can make mistakes, but they can't be caught by others. After he enters the supernatant, he will inevitably kill people. What should Song Guzhui do if he is sober? Isn't he suffering?Besides, Ji Qingyan was about to die, Song Guzhui would be too cruel if he was awake, he should be grateful to himself for making him forget everything.

Standing by the edge of the stream was an unclear figure, he knew who it was just by looking at the figure, and flew down with a smile on his face.The man turned his back to himself, the dark green clothes were a little wet, he pulled Song Guzhui's shoulder as usual: "Why, I'm getting impatient and want to take a bath?"

The man fell straight down, the man in black frowned, and his hands were covered with blood.

He squatted down and turned the man on the ground over.

He was extremely ordinary-looking, with two mustaches on his lips. He was not Song Guzhui, but one of the spies he planted in the Shangqing Palace.He was stunned as if he was frozen, and suddenly shouted: "No, there is a fraud!"

As soon as the words fell, an unknown person brushed past his body, his chest was so painful that it seemed to be torn apart by something, and an extremely blunt broken sword was inserted into it.The hilt of the sword stopped on his chest, he seemed unbelievable, looking at the person in front of him, his face was as pale and terrifying as if he had seen a ghost: "You..."

The man pushed slowly with his hand, pushing the hilt into his cracked chest inch by inch. The corners of his eyes and mouth were bleeding, his heart was broken into a ball, and he fell to the ground with his eyes wide open. In an instant, it turned into a mass of lifeless soft flesh.The empty and lifeless eyes were still looking at the person in front of him, and he said the remaining two words silently.

not dead.

Not dead, not dead.

Where is Song Guzhui?

The strong wind was blowing the branches, and the people around were panicking like mice caught in the rain.Suddenly, the sound of whipping came from the darkness. The sound was so strong that it resounded through the valley in an instant. "Light up the fire." As soon as the words fell, clusters of flames rose up against the wind, and the surroundings gradually lit up, reflecting countless figures in the dense forest.

All the people quieted down, the altar master in yellow slowly flew over, and said to the old man who was less than ten feet away: "The old palace master is well."

The old man remained unmoved, while Bai Ran was flying in the night wind, his face seemed gentle and kind, but there was no tolerance and kindness in his eyes.The Shangqing Palace has never been governed by benevolence. From Yuan to Muzhe, all of them are prepared for danger and survive in danger. Apart from his wrinkled face and his age, Sanchen actually has no kindness at all. .

Sanchen stroked his white beard: "The altar master in yellow is well, you have worked so hard to come here from a long distance, the Shangqing Palace is far away, and the poor Daoist feels guilty."

The altar master in yellow clothes silently looked around: "There are more than two hundred disciples from the Shangqing Palace who came to welcome us, but we dare not accept them."

They have more than [-] people, and I have [-] disciples here, but unfortunately this is not a mortal march to fight, more people wins, just a single Sanchen can defeat thousands of troops.

San Chen pulled out a young disciple in an apricot-colored shirt from his side, his face was covered with tears, his body was trembling, and he was crying uncontrollably. "The Red Sandalwood Palace has placed spies in the Shangqing several times, and the poor Taoist is flattered. This gift is definitely not acceptable." San Chen pushed him towards the owner of the yellow-clothed altar, "Go find your master."

The man tremblingly walked towards the altar master in yellow clothes, walked a few steps slowly, and realized that Sanchen was really going to let him go, his breathing became short of breath, and his footsteps speeded up to come.Before reaching the body of the altar master in yellow clothes, just two feet away from him, the sound of the whip sounded, and a bloodstain ran from his forehead to his waist, and he fell down like a piece of torn paper.

It was quiet all around, the whip of the altar master in yellow was put away, and the tail of the whip was stained with blood, dripping to the ground.

I don't know who said it, and it was barely audible: "It's really not safe to be a spy of the Red Sandalwood Palace. Even if the old palace master wants to let him go, he has no way out."

A handsome man in dark green clothes came up beside Sanchen, and he whispered a few words in his ear.

The altar master in yellow clothes instantly turned dark, and looked at the man intently: "The old palace master is also big-hearted, and he can trust people who have betrayed him. Do you know how many people in the Shangqing Palace this Song Gu has chased and killed?"

Song Guzhui didn't make a sound, just stood beside Sanchen quietly, without any guilt on his face, but he didn't look at him, just remained silent like a silent shadow, as if the altar master in yellow was not talking about him, It's someone who doesn't know each other.

"Who did you kill?" San Chen pointed at the tall man in the shadow, "Kill Mo Baiqi?"

Mo Baiqi walked from the shadows to the light of the fire, and behind him stood the majestic and majestic mountains, holding a broken sword dripping blood like a god. "He couldn't kill me with those few stabs," he said.

The lips of the altar master in yellow were light blue.San Chen is fine, and even Mo Baiqi is not dead, what happened before, and when did things go wrong?

Sanchen pointed at another man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks not far away: "Or are you talking about him, Danshi Wu who had a quarrel with Song Guzhui? Song Guzhui killed him?"

The alchemist surnamed Wu bowed his head humbly: "Old Palace Master."

The altar master in yellow clothes closed his eyes, and felt disheartened as if he was dead for a moment.

"It's already a great disgrace to me to go to the Qing Palace once a spy has come out. Do you think we will let you repeat the old trick?" Mo Baiqi wiped the broken sword in his hand, "Qingyan chatted with other sects in detail, and found that you are in other sects. Those who were installed were just some young people, but they had a good look at the Shangqing Palace, and they worked so hard to win over the former Second Palace Master, Lu Junye. When the old Palace Master heard about this, he decided in his heart that you would still be here. The Shangqing planted spies, so he wanted to use his tricks and strike first."

Ji Qingyan travels far away, Mo Baiqi is loyal, and the most suitable person in the Shangqing Palace to do this is Song Guzhui.If Song Guzhui showed his flaws, these blood-sucking mosquitoes would definitely come after him and force him to become a traitor.Scattered Chen has been fishing since the beginning, Song Guzhui is the bait, Yan Wu is the fish, he wants to see what kind of tricks the Red Sandalwood Palace is playing, but he just didn't expect that these people are so cruel that they want to kill the Shangqing Palace. It's gone.

"Good skill, those useless trash didn't see any flaws." The altar master in yellow sneered, "Deacon Song really did it."

Sanchen stroked his beard and said: "There are eyeliners for everyone inside and outside, and it's okay if you don't do it sincerely. He usually doesn't dare to show the slightest flaw when he is alone. In the past few months, he has really become a timid, selfish and selfish person." villain."

Song Guzhui looked down at him, as if he was looking at a dead person, without resentment, fear, anger, or discomfort, just like looking at something, not treating him as a living thing at all.The altar master in yellow was furious, and suddenly realized that what he was looking at was not himself, but the dead man in black at his feet, half of his body submerged in the stream, his eyes were wide open and difficult to close.

Looking at Song Guzhui's empty eyes, he calmed down for some reason, and said seemingly indifferently, "How is Deacon Song, will you suddenly not know where you are and lose half an hour's memory?"

Sanchen immediately turned his head to look.

Song Guzhui finally had some response: "It's nothing—"

Before the words were finished, the altar master in yellow suddenly stood up and waved his whip: "Kill!" The disciples who had been motionless rushed forward after hearing the order, but the altar master in yellow didn't follow and turned around. Fly towards the distance.These more than 800 disciples had the same level of cultivation as the disciples of the Shangqing Palace, each of them killed more than a dozen people immediately after they hurt each other, and if they killed them again, there would be countless casualties, and even if they were not careful, they would be wiped out.For a while, Sanchen couldn't get away, and he had no time to chase after the altar master in yellow clothes. With a wave of his wide sleeves, he repelled more than twenty disciples of the Red Sandalwood Palace, and his voice echoed like a dragon's chant: "Back away!"

The disciple of Shangqing stepped back when he heard the words, and Sanchen raised his sword, the sword energy was azure, and the sound of vigorous chant bursts out, like a blue dragon galloping across the valley.Where the blue light passed, blood splattered three feet. The disciples of the Shangqing Palace retreated to a high place and did not dare to approach, only the sound of painful cries from the depths of the dense forest could be heard endlessly.But obviously many people died, but no one escaped, and the disciples of the Red Sandalwood Palace rushed forward one after another.Until early in the morning, the woods became quiet, and the forest was foggy.The disciples of the Shangqing Palace watched from a high place, and saw Sanchen slowly coming out of the mist, his face was pale, and the Taoist robes on his body were dyed bright red: "Sixty percent of them are dead, forty percent are injured, lock up the injured." Bar."

The disciples were too frightened by the sight to speak, and when they walked in silently, they didn't even dare to take a closer look, and dragged out the disciples of the Red Sandalwood Palace who were still moaning and struggling.

Sanchen looked down at the Asura Hell in front of him, and remained silent for a long time.

"The master of the yellow clothes altar fled to the west, and I didn't continue to chase." Mo Baiqi said, "It's no use losing the pawns to protect the commander. It doesn't matter which way he flees to the west, the Hua family to the east, and the Lu family to the north." A dead end."

"Didn't Tsing Yi say that both the altar master in black and the altar master in yellow have gone south? Why do you only see the altar master in yellow?"

Song Guzhui interjected beside him: "I haven't seen the altar master in black either. No one has seen him until now, and I don't know what he looks like."

Sanchen turned his head and looked at him thoughtfully: "Gu Zhui, they didn't do anything to you, did they?"

Song Guzhui was silent for a long time, and finally said seriously: "To be honest, this disciple wants to go to the Central Plains Red Sandalwood Palace. I don't know if the third palace master has brought down the Red Sandalwood Palace. I want to go there to find some antidote."

San Chen and Mo Baiqi looked at each other at the same time, their hearts suddenly became heavy, and they stopped talking.

Huang Yitan hurriedly retreated out of Luohe, watching the figure chasing him getting smaller and smaller.Mo Baiqi's cultivation level is comparable to his, and if there is a fight, he will not just sit and wait for death, it is bound to be the same.It was right for him to ask the altar master in black to respond outside. In case someone was caught off guard, there would be someone here to rescue him.

Mo Baiqi gave up chasing him, and Hei Yi was in front to meet him, maybe he could have a chance.

A few blurred figures appeared in the distance, and he hurriedly pounced on them, saying, "Shangqing Palace has long been prepared, Song Guzhui played tricks on us, let's go!"

The figures did not speak, but stood like stones, their belts fluttering in the wind.The altar master in yellow clothes stopped immediately, squinted his eyes and looked at them guardedly: "Black clothes?" Among the three direct disciples, the palace master likes black clothes the most. Anyone can have accidents, but black clothes can't be broken. accident.

He smelled the smell of blood as soon as he got close to him, the owner of Huang Yitan yelled in his heart that it was not good, he stepped back quickly, and when he didn't want to turn his head, he suddenly saw the face of a half-hundred man with piercing eyes, followed by several people in water clothes. The disciple in blue clothes.

"Master Qi." He stopped on the spot, his face pale, "Where is the altar master in black?"

"He's smarter than you, so he left his disciples and ran away." The middle-aged man walked towards him, "In order to make Song Guzhui rebel, you also took great pains, and even took advantage of his drunkenness, drugged him, and lured him Go kill the disciples of Shuixingmen. If it weren't for this matter, I wouldn't be in charge of Shangqing Palace today."

Smart is mistaken by smart.

The altar master in yellow clothes closed his eyes, and smiled after a long time: "No matter how high my cultivation base is, I can't resist Master Qi and his disciples going up together. Death is death. Before dying, I have to bring a few Funeral."

After finishing speaking, the golden whip raised in his hand, and calmly said: "Come on, Master Qi."