The leader of the Demon Cult ran away with the ball

Dingjing National Teacher's Mansion, the courtyard of the main hall of the National Teacher's Mansion was very quiet, the guards and hidden guards kneeling outside the courtyard, and the servants guarding the door all lowered their heads, cautiously, and bowed their heads in silence.

There was no sound in the whole courtyard.

Until at the end of the corridor, when a young man in white clothes led a white-haired man with an immortal demeanor and a calm temperament, he walked through the courtyard. The white-haired man looked at the crowd of people kneeling in the courtyard, and waved the group of people to get up. , the stagnant atmosphere eased a little.

When the group of guards and hidden guards had dispersed and performed their duties, the white-haired man shook his head, then turned to the young man in Confucian shirts and said, "If the master wants to act recklessly, the subordinates will not be able to stop them, so don't blame them too much. , if the Holy Majesty wants to question them again, you can report my name."

The young man in white clothes, that is, Xie Chan bowed his head respectfully when he heard the words, and replied: "Yes, I obey what Zhenjun said, but the Holy Majesty may not only do this to punish them, but also to remind them. Knowing that the Lord is putting himself at risk. , but did not stop it, and did not report it, this time it was only injured, and the next time it happens again, the Holy One will be angry, and the consequences may be more serious."

Hearing this, the white-haired man understood what he meant, hummed noncommittally, and didn't say anything more. Xie Chan continued to lead him into the courtyard wing room. The two of them opened the door and went in, and saw the person on the bed. Not yet awake, still lying with eyes closed.

As he got closer, he saw a handsome young man lying on the bed. His upper body was naked, and bandages were wrapped around his muscular chest, and some places were bleeding from under the bandages.He frowned slightly, his eyes were closed tightly, his complexion and lips were a little pale due to blood loss, only the flying eyebrows and the bloodstain on his forehead were still somewhat alive.

The white-haired man frowned, sat sideways on the side of the bed, and raised his hand to touch his forehead. There was still some slight heat between the tentacles, but it was fine.

Only then did the white-haired man's brows relax, and he was about to withdraw his hand when his wrist was grabbed suddenly. He turned his head to look, and saw the eyelashes of the person on the bed move, and slightly opened his eyes.

In the dim room, as soon as Shui Chenbi opened his eyes, he saw a face in front of him that was worrying about his age but still handsome, and his long white hair pouring down from his head, Shui Chenbi's eyes flickered He opened his eyes wide and was conscious, and hurriedly supported the bed to get up: "Master?! Why are you here?"

As he was about to get out of bed, the white-haired man quickly held him down, and when Shui Chenbi stopped moving, he withdrew his hand, rubbed the wrist that was scratched by Shui Chenbi, and smiled kindly: "Baby! The apprentice was injured, so the master naturally wants to come over to see who hurt it, my dear disciple. Just now, the disciple was thinking about who, and I grabbed it so hard when I fell asleep, the master's hand is red from you, why? , Do you think your teacher is your leader?"

Hearing this, Shui Chenbi's face turned red with embarrassment, and after thinking of something for a while, the trace of blood on his face faded again. He lowered his eyebrows, and smiled softly: "Master, I haven't seen you for so long, so don't make fun of your apprentice again." Well, that’s just a person who has no intention of being a disciple, so how can he be a disciple.”

He spoke abnormally calmly, although his face was smiling, but his eyes were full of haze.

The white-haired man looked at him, remembered what Xie Chan said, and then looked at the injuries on his body. His heart ached for a moment, and after a while, he sighed and said: "Your apprentice has always been a smart person, how come this time? To be so stupid."

Shui Chenbi lowered his head when he heard the words, but didn't answer for a while, the white-haired man wanted to comfort him a few more words, but saw Shui Chenbi raised his head, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

As for people, there is always a kind of gambling on what they want. When Xue Jingying swung his whip, he didn't resist, and when he was locked in the dungeon, he didn't leave immediately. A little position, I bet that he would not be so cruel, but unfortunately, he lost, that person was more ruthless than he imagined.

Shui Chenbi's expression became a little gloomy.

The white-haired man fell silent, sighed for a while, and said nothing more.Not wanting to see Shui Chenbi so low again, she changed the subject and talked about other things, Shui Chenbi's expression softened a little, and the two started talking again.

This white-haired man's name is Shui Yunchen, and his dharma name is Daoist Guangxuan. He is the former national teacher of Xuantian Temple and the master of Shui Chenbi. The national teacher is named Shui Yizhenjun.Although he is only in his thirties, and his appearance is also handsome, but because he entered the Taoist school very early and practiced the ruthless way, his hair turned gray early, but he is tolerant and open-minded by nature. They are all very respectable people.

Shui Chenbi has a long history with him, and after he passed the position of Shui Chenbi, he has been traveling in the rivers and lakes, his whereabouts are a mystery, and Shui Chenbi has not seen him for a long time.

The master and the apprentice recounted the old meeting, Shui Yunchen saw that the apprentice was still pale, so he told him to rest well and come to see him again another day.

Shui Chenbi asked to stay, Shui Yunchen only said that the future would be long, Shui Chenbi didn't stay anymore, Xie Chan got up to send Shui Yunchen out.

After Xie Chan sent someone back, she saw Shui Chenbi lying beside the bed, and asked why his master came suddenly, Xie Chan replied in a low voice to him that Shui Yi Zhenjun just returned to Dingjing recently, and came over when he heard that he was injured .

Shui Chenbi frowned when he heard the words. After returning to Beijing from Xue Jingying, in order not to let others know about his injuries, he stayed in the mansion to recuperate. He only notified Xie Chan to come and treat him. But now even the master knows about it. .

Shui Chenbi clutched her chest and coughed twice.

In the next few days, Shui Yunchen came again several times, and Shui Chenbi's injury was almost healed under Xie Chan's treatment, and he was able to move without hindrance.Shui Yunchen returned to Beijing with great difficulty this time, and he hadn't seen his apprentice for a long time. As soon as Shui Chenbi got better, he asked Shui Chenbi to go to Xuantian Temple to accompany him for a few days.

Shui Chenbi accompanied Shui Yunchen to meditate in the quiet room of the temple for a few days. On this day, his master finally didn't want to meditate. He asked the disciples in the temple to play a game of chess and make a pot of tea under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. They sat opposite each other.

After going up and down the chessboard several times, Shui Yunchen lost his interest. He put his whisk aside, drank tea slowly, looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus that had fallen on the chessboard, and suddenly said, "Master, remember, when you first came to Xuantian Temple The sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the temple bloomed in the same way.”

Shui Chenbi was a little taken aback when he heard him talking about the past, and nodded for a moment. It was indeed autumn when he came, and the osmanthus flowers in the temple were in full bloom.

Shui Yunchen turned to look at him, and he also remembered the time when he first met this apprentice seven years ago, maybe because the memory was too deep, and it is still fresh in his mind until now.

He remembered that it was a rainy night, a carriage suddenly came in front of the temple gate, and the current Holy One came down with a tightly wrapped comatose boy in his arms, and upon seeing him, he asked him to help him.

He leaned over, and found that this young man was somewhat similar to that of the Holy One, and instantly he knew the identity of this young man. Naturally, he could not refuse the kindness from the Holy One. Yes, he is still practicing a great evil skill that is well-known in the world and has been lost.

Shui Yunchen has traveled around the rivers and lakes for many years and has extensive knowledge. He has naturally heard about this evil art, and he also understands the purpose of this holy master. The pure yang internal energy he cultivated can just dissolve this pure yin internal energy.

Unable to postpone it, he agreed. Later, when the comatose young man woke up, he didn't say a word. He just looked at people with blood-red and bloodthirsty eyes. He couldn't even detect the demons who wanted to know that he was crazy mouth.

Later, I found out through other channels that this young man's obsessive demons wanted to become stronger, and he wanted to catch up with someone else. At that time, he only thought that it was a young man's competitive nature, and he didn't think deeply about it.

Now that I know what Xie Chan said and then connect it, I realize that I am a bit stupid as a master. It turns out that my apprentice has put that person in his heart a long time ago.

In fact, he should have known a long time ago, how could his apprentice treat a person who was obsessed with obsession and forgetfulness after practicing the seventh level of Mingyue Divine Art, how could his apprentice just treat him as an ordinary opponent.