wait until the fireworks cool off

seen.

"You have this too?" Sheng Xiaomo sneered.

Huo Xi didn't dare to speak.

Sheng Xiaomo looked at the two disciples who were frozen there, put down his sleeves and sighed: "Master, I seldom supervise you, because I don't want master and apprentice to make it so serious, and the pressure is too great, but your practice is also difficult for you." Be careful. Throughout the past hundred years and millennia, there are not many peaceful days in the six realms. I don't expect you to take on any big responsibilities in the future, but if there is a big war and a monster attack, you must at least guarantee that you will not be killed, right? "

Huo Xi and Wu Qingluo quickly both knelt down: "The disciple is wrong."

"Okay, okay," Sheng Xiaomo waved his hand as soon as he saw these two disciples who were used to being sloppy and suddenly became serious, and he felt very bored, "what should I do, I'm going to take a nap."

The two apprentices left resentfully, and Sheng Xiaomo returned to the hall, but did not feel sleepy at all.He carefully rolled up his sleeves, quietly staring at the old wound on his arm.Maybe too much time has passed, he can't remember how painful the wound was at that time, and the pain in his heart has tortured him for hundreds of years, and it seems to have become dull.

He had looked for it before, and observed it, but he didn't know if it was intentional, but he couldn't detect Qing Yu's breath in the vast crowd.For a few moments, he even wanted to convince himself that maybe Qing Yu was no longer alive, so he could give up.However, whenever he thinks of that person leaving without saying a word, he always feels that he must have a lot of things to say, and he will see him one day, ask him personally, and listen to him with his own ears.

Thinking of this, the scar began to ache again.

Fortunately, he still hurts, and he can still feel the pain, which means that he hasn't turned into a walking dead yet.

Sheng Xiaomo smiled lightly.

Uncle, where are you?You have been wandering outside for so long, when will you return?

It is late spring and April in the south of the Yangtze River, and the days are slightly longer than in mid-winter, but it still gets dark earlier.

Qing Yu was dressed in gray and brown, her hair was tied up with an old wooden hairpin, and she was carrying a small bamboo box on her shoulders, walking on the road in the suburbs with a peaceful expression.

Since he left Changliu, he has wandered around the world for hundreds of years.Life in the mortal world is not easy. In order to avoid trouble, he can only make a living by practicing medicine. Fairy.

It's just that he won't age like ordinary people after he cultivated the immortal bone, so every ten years or so, he has to change his place of residence to avoid suspicion from people around him.

Although he only builds a thatched hut in a village outside the city to practice medicine in a low-key manner every time he settles in a new residence, his exquisite medical skills and outstanding demeanor always make his name spread quickly to the mansions of dignitaries and nobles , There are often an endless stream of heavily paid consultations.

Qing Yu had no choice but to simply make a principle based on this, only to treat the common people in the clinic in the early morning, and to go to the city for outpatient visits in the afternoon.It was already dark when this family came back from a doctor's visit today, but luckily he left the city before the city gate was closed.

For some reason, Qing Yu felt a little uneasy these days, always feeling that someone was spying on him in the dark on the way back and forth from the doctor.

At first he thought it was bandits, but he didn't pay much attention.But after a few days, this feeling has not subsided. If the robbers robbed the money, it would have been time to do it while he was walking alone in the suburbs.

When thinking about it like this, the feeling of being like a shadow becomes stronger, and the other party seems to be only a few feet away from him.

"Who?" Qing Yu turned his head suddenly, and his vigilant and sharp eyes shot straight at the bushes behind him.

A black shadow flashed quickly, and Qing Yu immediately flew after him, but the black shadow was extremely fast, and quickly disappeared from his field of vision, without even a trace of it being detectable.

Qing Yu was secretly surprised, being able to slip under his nose and make him unable to pursue him was definitely not a simple role.

He stood there for a long time.For a moment, he even had an unrealistic expectation that maybe that person was Sheng Xiaomo.

He thought that he met Yuanjun Miaoning by chance many years ago, and heard that the child had ascended to transcend the catastrophe, and became one of the three Changliu. Although he was the least involved in the affairs of the faction, he still had authority.

Sure enough, he was not mistaken, the child was not burdened by feelings, so he was originally excellent.

He is really happy, really happy.

It's just that since the three statues are kept forever, he must also know the responsibility on his shoulders. He will not come to him, let alone hesitate to follow him for a few days without showing up.

But if it wasn't Sheng Xiaomo, who would it be?

Forget it, who can do what, the worst thing is that someone he offended in the past, who took advantage of his distress to seek revenge.He wandered in the mortal world and already had nothing, if the other party wanted to take his life, he could do it according to his ability.

Thinking of this, Qing Yu breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and left lightly.

After he walked for a while, a black mist slowly gathered into a human form in the bushes.The man's figure was as ethereal as a shadow, covered from head to toe in a heavy cloak, but his eyes in the darkness were clear and bright, with a hint of tenderness.

Master, do you still remember me...

Streamer is easy to throw people away

"Brother, do you have to do this?" In the side hall, Sheng Xiaomo turned the silver flute in his hand, with a rare serious expression.

Bai Zihua's face was pale, his eyes were like dead wood, and he said desolately: "She stole the artifact and committed a big mistake. Changliu must give an explanation to the world. I am her master, and the punishment should be avoided. Senior brother has prejudice against Xiaogu. You know his temperament. Now that the matter is up to now, only you, the younger brother, will be able to convince the public and save her life."

"With Qiangu's cultivation level, what's the difference between nailing her with 81 ecstasy nails and killing her? But this pain is unbearable for anyone... If you think she deserves death, just execute her." , if you want to keep her alive, why bother to use such a cruel punishment as ecstasy nails?" Sheng Xiaomo shook his head and sighed.

Bai Zihua didn't say a word, but there was rare sadness in his eyes.

Seeing this, Sheng Xiaomo knew that her senior brother's stubborn temper had come up again, she shook her head and said, "Forget it, I will stand up for you in this matter, but there is one thing I want to remind you, people do a lot when they are in a rage Decisions are often not made from the heart, I just hope that when the weather is calm, the brother will not regret it."

Bai Zihua lowered his eyes deeply, his face was as cold as ever, Sheng Xiaomo sighed, turned and walked out of the side hall.

Sheng Xiaomo thought that Bai Zihua was cruel this time, but he felt that things were not that simple.He still remembered that time at the Immortal Sword Conference, when Hua Qiangu got murderous for some reason, Bai Zihua slapped her severely in public, and punished her to kneel outside the Palace of Heartlessness all night, but he still treated her when he was too poisoned. He was so concerned that he even entrusted him to send Hua Qiangu out of Changliu to avoid Mo Yan's wrath. How could such a Bai Zihua be willing to inflict such a fatal punishment?

It wasn't until he saw Bai Zihua put down the Hua Qiangu that had been nailed with seventeen ecstasy nails on the Zhuxian Zhu, but he himself received the remaining 64 nails for him, that moment he finally understood everything.

Sheng Xiaomo suddenly felt very sad.

Not just for Bai Zihua's self-punishment, not just for Qiangu's tragic situation, but when all these happened in front of him, he couldn't think of a better way.

On one side is his beloved apprentice, on the other side are the rules that cannot be broken, on the balance of justice, Bai Zihua can only choose to bleed together, or even more.

It seemed that he suddenly understood the departure of Qing Yu back then, and understood the predicament and anxiety that he had dismissed in the past.

Miao Ning Yuanjun is right, he has been living under the wings of Qing Yu, and has never really faced the cruelty and bondage from this world. All his courage, perhaps more of the ignorant's fearlessness.

From Sheng Xiaomo's point of view, what happened next seemed more inevitable.

The 81 ecstasy nails seemed to be nailed not to Bai Zihua and Hua Qiangu, but to the entire body of Chang Liu.Hua Qiangu was expelled to the wilderness, and became an indelible stain on Changliu Mountain. Bai Zihua lost most of his celestial power, and he couldn't afford to be ill ever since.Changliu gradually declined, the undercurrents in the fairy world were turbulent, and the demons became more rampant under the leadership and connivance of Sha Qianmo. The disciples died and fled, and the remaining less than half were also in panic all day long.Humanity is like a tiger falling into Pingyang and being bullied by dogs. Now that he has been in trouble for a long time, there are also many visitors in the fairy world who have their own ghosts, hypocrisy and slander.Seeing Mo Yan struggling alone with internal and external troubles, Sheng Xiaomo felt that his good days had come to an end.Changliu Confucian Venerable, who used to be unrestrained, lazy, and indifferent to world affairs, is now often at his desk in the main hall late at night, checking accounts, arranging inspections, and counting the number of disciples.Often they are still dealing with official business in the middle of the night, and at dawn they have to work hard to deal with those uninvited guests and maintain the last bit of dignity in Changliu Mountain.

When the demon god was born, the world was full of wars.

Qing Yu no longer remembers how many deaths he has witnessed. He only feels that at every moment, within the range of his sight, there are people dying, because of famine or injury.Some people were even fleeing one moment, then suddenly fell to the ground the next moment and never woke up again.At first, he would not hesitate to use his immortal power to save these dying lives, but in the end, he couldn't do what he wanted. Regardless of whether he would attract punishment from heaven if he changed his life against the sky for mortals, but even if he took great risks to save them for a while, These weak patients will still die soon due to lack of food and medicine, or even harassment by bandits, demons and cannibals.In the end, Qing Yu gave up using celestial power and only used the methods within his ability to heal.He had been exiled with a group of refugees for several months, his physical strength was exhausted, his celestial power was also greatly depleted, and his actions were obviously much slower.

One day, the group was resting in a mountain pass, when suddenly a group of frenzied refugees poured in from the mountain pass.