Good news, the elder is gone

Xin Mei, the master of Lanze Sword Sect, walked straight towards Xue Wangliu with the Yusheng wooden sword, her clothes fluttered, her eyes fixed on him and said: "Xue Liu, we really haven't seen each other for many years, I don't know Is your right hand recovered?"

"Very good. I wonder if Mr. Xiang's left eye can still see clearly?" Xue Wangliu smiled back, "And your shoulder, does it still hurt when it's windy and rainy?"

During the battle in the secret realm, Xue Wangliu lost his right hand. One of the two couples injured his left eye and the other almost lost his shoulder.

Xin Mei sneered: "Very well, thank you Fairy Xueliu for your concern."

She walked up to Xue Wangliu, looked at Nianshu beside him, frowned, and said coldly: "You really accepted a Buddhist cultivator as an apprentice, it's really different now."

"Hey, the world is changing, and the dogs in front of me in Xueji Valley can learn how to bark like cats. It is not unusual for me to accept a Buddhist cultivator as an apprentice. On the contrary, it is Fellow Daoist Xin..." Xue Wangliu smiled, "So It has been the same for many years, and the style remains the same.”

Xin Mei looked down at him condescendingly, his face became more and more gloomy: "Don't talk about these words in such a way."

"It's just out of feeling." Although Xue Wangliu was sitting, her momentum was not inferior to others. Ding Hong who was next to her had already jumped up and stood on the armrest of the chair, her eyes were fixed on the fairy girl carrying the sword.

"In this accident, my Lanze Sword Sect lost countless lives and injuries. I heard that the Huahan Sect didn't lose a single disciple. I'm really envious." Xin Mei's tone suddenly softened, but she didn't let go of the sword she was holding.

Wu Xiaoyue and the others were immobilized by Xin Mei's aura, so they could only stare at this side with their eyes, but because Nianshu still had a little strength left in the Buddha's bone, he turned slowly towards the menacing man with all his strength. The head of Jianxiu.

But before he spoke, Xue Wangliu smiled and said: "I think Head Xin is a footman, and I still have three nephews who have not recovered for a long time, and they are still lying at Fengzhu Hua's place."

"At least it's lying down while panting, isn't it dying and lying down waiting to be put into the coffin."

Seeing that the smile on Xueliu's face disappeared completely, Xin Mei's expression turned cold, and she felt a little better in her heart.She held the sword and continued: "I have 64 people from Lanze Jianmen, and now there are only 37 people left. It's also because I'm not as careful as you and Lou Xianyun. 16 people just died on the road."

"Amitabha, the fate is like this. Head Xin doesn't have to blame himself." Nianshu suddenly said, he suppressed the unhappiness in his heart, and said with difficulty under the pressure like a mountain on his body: "No one wants to be in trouble. The Huahan Sect just had better luck, so why should Sect Leader Xin blame him?"

Xin Mei looked at him, her bright hair under the sun was exactly the same as that of the Buddhist practitioners of the Bodhi School of Listening.If it wasn't for the villain's malicious intentions, how could the innocent disciples under his sect have lost their lives!

The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she became, and she laughed angrily: "Fate? Luck? Xueliu disappeared from the Huahan Sect for five years without saying goodbye, and suddenly appeared in the Bodhi Sect. Is this also fate? Is it luck?"

Xue Wangliu didn't speak when he heard that, instead he turned sideways and touched Ding Hong's long beak, scratched its bird's chin, lowered his eyes and didn't know what he was thinking.

"The head of the sect has anger and resentment in his heart, instead of facing the instigator, he instead blames others, Amitabha..." Nianshu's nose was already bleeding, but he still said: "I'm afraid it's not right."

Xin Mei looked at him fixedly: "As expected of a Buddhist cultivator who does nothing but chanting scriptures and chanting Buddha all day long, his eloquence is really good."

"The younger generation is not eloquent, it's just reasonable." Nian Shu said, but he was thinking in his heart, if he had the same level of cultivation as this head Xin, why would he stand here and chatter with her.

Although Master often said that force is not reason, but only with force can one be qualified to reason with others, and sometimes, reason is determined by force.

As he was thinking in his heart, a sigh suddenly sounded in his ear, and he said angrily but somewhat helplessly, "No."

But now Nianshu didn't care about the voice coming from his body. Even though he had tasted blood in his mouth, he still straightened his back and didn't flinch at all.

"It's strange to say that I know Xueliu fell asleep after listening to the scriptures, and a person like her who doesn't understand Buddhism actually accepts a Buddhist monk like you, and you are only a golden core stage monk, but you can withstand my threat press..."

Xin Mei glanced at Wu Xiaoyue and the others who had been suppressed by her, and said softly, "I don't know if it's you, senior brothers and sisters, who are trash, or you have something unique that attracted Xueliu's favor."

As soon as she finished speaking, the sword in her hand had jade fluorescence flashing in the air, and there was a sudden cry of a crane. Ding Hong stretched her wings and appeared in front of Nianshu in a flash. Light up half the sky.

Nianshu felt spiritual power exploding in front of him, which interfered with his perception of spiritual power, but the master was right behind him, and he couldn't take half a step back or hide.

Just when he was about to forcibly use the spiritual power in his body to use the golden bell jar to resist, his body suddenly relaxed, and all the coercion on his body faded away, and a warm and soft hand was placed on his shoulder.

Xue Wangliu stood beside Nianshu, took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood off Nianshu's face, and asked angrily, "Don't die? When the scar is healed, forget the pain, then the plague will heal." How long will it take for monks in the Mahayana period to dare to contradict me?"

"Master, you..."

"Don't worry." Xue Wangliu interrupted Nianshu, and carefully reached out to wipe off the blood little by little. The white silk handkerchief in his hand had been stained red, and it seemed that a silk handkerchief could not be wiped clean.

After being freed, Wu Xiaoyue and the others immediately went back to Xue Wangliu's side, staring closely at Xin Mei who was fighting with Ding Hong over there.

"Master Xin."

Xue Wangliu put the handkerchief stained with Nianshu's blood into his sleeve, and suddenly raised his hand to pull out a gold hairpin on his head, a strand of hair fell down his cheek.

The gold hairpin changed from a hairpin to a knife in Xue Wangliu's hands, and Xue Wangliu, who had no spiritual power, suddenly had spiritual energy floating around him.Ding Hong felt his breath, and immediately retreated to his side.

Xue Wangliu held the knife and looked at Xin Mei with a smile on his face: "They are all elders in the family. I understand that you are anxious and angry when the younger generation dies, but you can't lose your temper."

Xin Mei looked at Xue Wangliu who was holding a golden knife, she held a sword flower in her hand and carried the sword behind her back, raised her chin slightly and said: "Xue Liu, you know that I am not unreasonable, it's just that you came out at a strange time The place is also just right, I also heard that the spirit beads condensed in the eyes of the central formation of the annihilation formation also fell into your hands."

She squinted her eyes: "With so many monks, why did the spirit beads come straight at you, and how could it be sucked into your body by coincidence?"

"You ask me, who should I ask?" Xue Wangliu slowly approached Xin Mei with the knife in his hand, with a cold expression on his face, and the spiritual power of his whole body gradually gathered on the golden knife.

He stood still, and slowly raised his hand: "What am I supposed to do? It seems that Sect Leader Xin is not trying to avenge the younger generation of his sect, but more like feeling worthless because the Spiritual Power Orb fell into my hands."

The golden knife was transformed by gold hairpins, and the blue gemstone on the handle is now glowing with lightning, wrapping around the entire knife body.Xin Mei looked like he was facing an enemy, with the sword in his hand in front of him, stepping on the hibiscus step, lightsabers flew out from the sword body and circled around his body, before forming an formation, Xue Wangliu had already slashed down.

Being impartial, the place where the knife was cut was exactly on the old wound on Xin Mei's shoulder, which coincided with the sword that Xue Wangliu slashed at her in the secret realm back then.

Xue Wangliu was expressionless, the knife in his hand kept pressing down, and just as the lightsabers shattered one after another and were about to approach Xin Mei's shoulder, an angry shout came from behind.

As the famous sword came out of its sheath, Xue Wangliu dodged sideways, released his own strength and fell back to Nianshu's side lightly, shaking the golden knife in his hand.

Young Master Xiang with gray left eyes stopped in front of Xin Mei, holding an unremarkable long sword in his hand, looked at Xue Wangliu with anger on his face, and said, "Xin Mei's concern is chaotic, and words often offend , and please Immortal Xueliu calm down."

Xue Wangliu looked at him and said nothing, just turned the wrist holding the knife.

"If you want to fight, go out and fight, you are not allowed to fight in my Huatuo Peak!" Hua Miaochun's voice came, he glanced at Xin Mei and Xue Wangliu, his brows were tightly frowned, and he was about to say more, but Xue Wangliu had it first action.

The golden knife in his hand turned back into a gold hairpin, Xue Wangliu slowly inserted the gold hairpin back into his hair, glanced at Xin Mei and Xiang Cai, turned and left without saying a word.

Nianshu followed immediately, and the spiritual power of the master disappeared completely again. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the sleeve of the master, and found that Xue Wangliu's right hand was shaking violently.

He froze for a moment, took a step back, blocked the view of the people behind him, and supported the master's hand with a little force.

Xue Wangliu walked faster, took the initiative to hold Nianshu's hand, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"Apprentice is fine." Nian Shu said, but shook his hand even harder to shake the master's trembling hand in his heart, as if this would stop it from shaking.

"Auntie." Liu Fengyu called after her, but Xue Wangliu didn't turn her head, and only ordered: "The three of you go and find out what kind of gossip has been going on outside these days when I'm unconscious. Come and listen to me.”

Liu Fengyu paused when he heard the words, but Xue Wangliu had already entered the room with Nianshu and even closed the door.

As soon as he entered the door, Xue Wangliu took two steps forward, and his body suddenly softened. If it wasn't for Nianshu's reaction, he quickly embraced him, and he would have fallen to the ground by this time.

The people outside hadn't gone far, Nianshu didn't dare to speak, but just hugged Master tightly, feeling his whole body trembling with his trembling arms.

Ding Hong came over and lowered his head to rub Xue Wangliu's face. The whole room became quiet. Only then did Nian Shu hear a ticking sound, and a faint smell of blood wafted from his nose. He immediately became nervous and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Honor, you..."

"It's not me, it's Ding Hong who got hurt a little bit, it's okay." Xue Wangliu looked at Ding Hong's wings oozing red, and said softly: "Xin Mei is a monk in the late Mahayana period, not some useless waste, Ding Hong is right It's normal for her to get hurt."

Nianshu heard the master in his arms sneer like self-deprecating: "It's so unlucky that when I fart, I hit my heels. I don't want to bump into anyone. You don't have to worry about me. This time I forcibly punched the spiritual acupoint to get spiritual power to face her, and my hands were shaking." It's normal."

Xue Wangliu looked at his hands, but couldn't help but click his tongue: "Why are you shaking like Parkinson's."

Although Nianshu didn't understand what it meant, he still groped for Master's hand and said softly, "This way it won't shake."

Xue Wangliu laughed, looked at Nianshu who was close at hand, and patted the back of his hand: "Okay, you are really brave to stop me today."

"I'm not very courageous." Nianshu was relieved to hear that Xue Wangliu could still laugh, and said in a gentle voice, "It's only because Master is behind me, and Master is backing me, that I can stand firmly."

Xue Wangliu couldn't help laughing, thinking in his heart that he had come out of Congtian's secret realm, and he was speaking normally again.

He withdrew his hand, and the two masters and apprentices sat on the ground for a while, and when Xue Wangliu gained strength in his legs, Nianshu helped Xue Wangliu to sit on the main seat, and then covered him with a blanket.

Feeling that his hands were not shaking gradually, Xue Wangliu looked at Nianshu and told him to come closer.

Pulling out a clean handkerchief from the box at the side, Xue Wangliu directly poured spiritual tea on it, and let Nianshu wipe off the dried blood on his face little by little.

"You really don't want to die, if she really wants to kill you, she doesn't need to lift the sword, and you still contradict her to reason." Xue Wangliu said.

Nianshu was silent for a while, ignoring the sighs and sins in his heart, he said in a deep voice: "If the apprentice can defeat that person, then he won't reason with her, just fight directly."

Xue Wangliu was stunned for a moment, and saw Nian Shu holding his wrist.

At this time, the anger in Nianshu's heart has turned into a desire for cultivation, he said slowly: "Apprentice must practice seriously in the future, and will not let this happen again, and will not allow people to have the opportunity to practice in front of the master. Talk nonsense."

The author says:

Nianshu: I am timid.

Xue Wangliu: Really?I do not believe.

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Thank you Feng Chenli, my wife's manuscript box, Yi Mao Mao Mao, Mu Kui Sheng e, mackerel_ndxnz9xnnwk's fish food