Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

"Boom..."

On the black clouds in the sky, there was another thunderclap.

Before the Magic Moon Cave.

"The disciple is incompetent and failed to take good care of the ancient sword of Zhu Xian, please punish the disciple severely!"

Lu Xueqi held the ancient Zhuxian sword that had been broken in two, and slowly knelt down in front of Ren Daoxuan, the head of the Qingyun sect.

Daoxuan woke up from a serious injury, his face was haggard and pale, his black eyes full of desolation stared at the damaged Sword of Immortal Execution in Lu Xueqi's hand, he was silent for a long time, the corners of his tightly pursed lips seemed to be bloodshot, he stretched out his hand in a daze , his fingertips trembled across the two broken Zhuxian ancient swords, an unconcealable pain appeared between his brows, and then he grasped the palm of his hand hard, and actually held the two broken swords tightly in his palm.

The crowd was silent and solemn, and after a while, Daoxuan opened his mouth to speak, but he only passed on a message, telling the elders present, the disciples from Dazhufeng's lineage, and the female disciples from Xiaozhufeng not to damage the ancient sword of Zhuxian inform anyone.

"The damage to Zhu Xian's ancient sword, you must keep it a secret no matter what, and you must not leak the slightest word out." Daoxuan's voice was low and hoarse, and he seemed to be suppressing something faintly.

"Yes, disciples would rather die than say a word!" The disciples of Big Bamboo Peak and Small Bamboo Peak responded quickly.

Daoxuan nodded, and explained a few words to the elders, then let everyone leave the back mountain first, leaving only Lu Xueqi who was kneeling all the time.

"Xueqi, get up, and go to the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall for me to see where your master Shuiyue is." Everyone left, and Daoxuan came back with a very tired expression, but it was about Shuiyue and Shuiyue. Ancestral Hall of the Patriarchs.

"Yes, master master." Lu Xueqi suddenly recalled the expression on the master's face when he left Tongtian Peak, got up and rushed towards the forest of the ancestor's ancestral hall.

Daoxuan stood alone on the spot for a while, and finally took heavy steps, holding the damaged Zhuxian Sword, and walked weakly into the Huanyue Cave.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the sky, and a split lightning struck down from the sky, reflecting on Lu Xueqi's pale face, and she came to the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall unsteadily.

"Master, are you there? Disciple Xueqi is here."

Standing in front of the hall, Lu Xueqi looked into the dimly lit depths of the ancestral hall, and called softly.

There was a dead silence in the ancestral hall, and there was no response.

"Boom!"

There was another thunderbolt, which suddenly exploded, and the power of the heaven and earth shook the heaven and earth for a moment, as if the ground under his feet trembled a few times.Almost at the same time, a bolt of lightning above the sky tore through the sky, broke through the clouds, and landed on the earth.

Like a sharp blade from the sky, it cuts towards the world!

Behind him, the rain poured down.

Lu Xueqi walked into the ancestral hall, on the dim altar, there was a curl of light smoke, gently drifting away, Lu Xueqi paused for a moment, her eyes fell on the inner room behind the altar.

"Master, are you in there?"

Lu Xueqi walked into the inner room, the lights in the inner room were dim, and she saw a man in a moon white robe quietly standing in the shadows, silently guarding the side of the man lying there on the simple bamboo bed.

"Is it Xueqi..."

The figure in the shadows hadn't turned around yet, the voice of Dao Lai was very old, but Lu Xueqi could hear it, she couldn't help trembling, tears slipped from her eyes again, she took a few steps, and looked in the shadows After clearing the master's black hair, I don't know when it has become like snow and white hair.

"Master..." Lu Xueqi was filled with grief.

Shuiyue turned her face to look at Lu Xueqi, and saw that her cold eyes were full of tears, but Shuiyue's face was very gloomy. After a long time, she finally whispered to Lu Xueqi: "Come closer, and come to see you too. Just take a look at Master Wan, he is dead, but who knows, who else will feel sorry for him..."

Half life is proud, half life is lonely, life is no regrets, no complaints, the end of the song, people are gone.

A candle lamp, the candlelight slowly shrouded Wan Jianyi's body, faint but not scattered, his face was as calm and serene as white jade.

Lu Xueqi watched silently, but did not approach, bit her lower lip fiercely, and said in a low voice:

"Master, this disciple is ashamed..."

She didn't dare, and couldn't, but fulfilled Master's last wish. She looked at Master Shuiyue in pain, and slowly backed away, but she said word by word: "Master, this disciple has a way to save Master Wan!" Uncle! This apprentice has a way..."

Shuiyue's whole body shook suddenly, she turned around and looked at Lu Xueqi in disbelief, her pale lips quivered slightly, and she asked in a trembling voice as if vulnerable to a single blow: "Xueqi... what did you say?"

With tears in her eyes, Lu Xueqi nodded heavily, but said so sadly: "Master, are you trading your entire life for that forbidden technique to imprison Master Wan's soul? Do you want to abandon me? And Senior Sister and the others, want to die with Uncle Wan?"

Shuiyue's expression froze slightly, she didn't expect Lu Xueqi to see it, seeing that tears were still hanging from the corners of her eyes, Shuiyue couldn't help being heartbroken again, but she was determined to go with Wan Jianyi, so she didn't want to. Seeing Lu Xueqi like this.

"Master, don't leave us, please." Tears rolled down Lu Xueqi's face, she cried: "Master, wait for me to come back, I will find a way to wake Master Wan up, you wait for me, you must wait for me to come back! " Lu Xueqi didn't wait for Master Shuiyue to answer, she turned around and left quickly.

Shuiyue stood there in a daze, her pale lips moved slightly upwards, her eyes fell back on Wan Jianyi, her eyes were as gentle as water, she gently pressed her palm on the back of his hand lying flat on his chest, Gently dawdling, entangled.

After a long time, she said softly to him: "Senior Brother Wan, let's wait for Xueqi to come back together, shall we..."

In the sky, violent storms, thunder and thunder, on a stormy night, deep in the dense forest, Lu Xueqi flew with her sword, and the darkness stretched endlessly before her eyes.

In the distance, a black shadow soared up from the ground, but before he could stand still, dozens of magic weapons came over with wind and rain in an instant.

Gui Li's heart was cold, he didn't want to wait for death, he gritted his teeth and ran forward, unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, his chest felt sharp pain, he couldn't hold on anymore, he fell headlong.