Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Ran Chen streaked across the thin clouds in the sky, flying fast and steadily.

Nan Heng is glad that he is in this current form, so ethereal that it is easy to fly.

Otherwise, he really doesn't know how to catch up with his little master.

The young man Xu was impatient, his brows were tightly furrowed, the wind whistling past his ears, but within an hour, they had already landed at the gate of Guchen Pavilion in Linyang City.

At the gate of Guchen Pavilion squatted two mighty bixie, and two brothers of Guchen Pavilion with scimitars were guarding the door.

Xiao Xiao listened to Xun and took away the sword, ignored the two disciples guarding the gate, and walked into the gate of Guchen Pavilion.

"stop!"

Two scimitars crossed in front of him, and the two Guchen Pavilion disciples glared at him: "Who is it? What are you doing?"

"Changqing sect disciples, come to find my master."

"A disciple of the Changqing sect?"

The two Guchen Pavilion disciples looked at each other and said, one of them with a fierce face spat directly at his feet: "Bah! What is the Changqing Sect? A lackey who colludes with the Demon Race!"

Another one with thick eyebrows and cross-eyed also said: "Go, go, what master are you looking for? We are Guchen Pavilion here, and there is no way we can hide that kind of traitor who colludes with the demons!"

"Shut up!" The young man clenched his fists and glared at the two of them angrily, "The Changqing faction are not some lackeys, you don't want to spitting blood!"

"Hey~" the ferocious-looking doorkeeper disciple laughed, "This kid is a bit interesting, trespassing on the Guchen Pavilion in broad daylight, and still being so arrogant?"

"Come on, if you can beat me, I'll let you go!"

Xiao Xiao Tingxun didn't answer, he stared at the provocative man with tenacious eyes, stretched out his right hand, and summoned the Ranchen Sword.

Nan Heng stood aside, secretly sweating for his little master.

The vicious big guy on the opposite side must have a 27-[-] appearance no matter how you look at it. Even if his level is not high, he must have been practicing longer than his little master. Can he beat him?

In front of him, the light of the sword intersected with the edge of the blade, creating a dazzling aura. His little master made a ruthless move, knocking down the vicious big man to the ground in less than ten moves.

"I won," the young man looked cold, and glanced at the man who was lying on the ground in a state of distress, "You can go in now."

After he finished speaking, he didn't care whether that person would agree or not, and stepped into the gate of Guchen Pavilion.

Guchen Pavilion covers a very large area, and the terrain is complex.

But his little master didn't run around without a clue, he jumped up to the eaves, quickly avoided the groups of Guchen Pavilion disciples patrolling back and forth below, and went straight to Zhou Gan's bedroom.

He jumped down from the courtyard wall and landed in the courtyard blatantly. There were maids sweeping in the courtyard. They couldn't help being surprised when they saw him. Just as he was about to shout out, Xiao Xiao listened for the sound-suppressing spell .

Nan Heng didn't know what he was going to do, so he stood aside and watched.

But Xiao Tingxun directly placed Ranchen on the neck of the little maid.

"Don't be afraid, I don't want to kill you, I just want to ask you a few questions." His little master said coldly.

Seeing that the little maid was shaking as if she had been electrocuted, Nan Heng nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Then I will undo the sound-suppressing spell for you, and you are not allowed to shout."

The little maid nodded vigorously, and Xiao Xiao Ting Xun raised his hand to remove the sound-suppressing curse.

The little maid suddenly took a deep breath, and then exhaled softly. After all, it was the sword resting on her neck, and she didn't dare to shout.

Xiao Xiao Ting Xun then asked: "Where is your Pavilion Master Zhou?"

The little maid swallowed subconsciously, then pointed in a direction tremblingly: "In...in the dark prison."

The dark prison is the place used by Guchen Pavilion to imprison disciples who have committed serious crimes and vicious big monsters.

The boy's eyelashes trembled: "Now that the Aoshan War is over, what is he going to do in the dark prison? You captured the demons and came back?"

The little maid seemed to be frightened, with tears in her eyes, she kept shaking her head: "I don't know... I really don't know, young master!"

"When did he go?" The boy raised his beautiful crescent eyebrows, "Don't worry, I won't betray you, what do you know, just say it."

As he said, with the other hand that did not hold the sword, he unwrapped a delicately embroidered purse from his waist, opened it, and poured out a few radiant purple spirit stones from it.

"Tell me what he did there, these spirit stones are all yours."

The purple spirit stone is very precious, the little maid rolled her eyes, hesitated for a moment and then said, "He... Pavilion Master Zhou led all the elders back in a victory, it seems... It seems that he brought back a member of the Changqing sect... People, saying that they are traitors colluding with the demons."

"...!"

"What else?!" The young man's eyes were as sharp as a falcon, and he pinched the little maid tightly.

"It's gone, it's gone! It's really gone!" The little servant girl shook her head in a panic, tears falling from her eyes like broken beads, "I beg you, young master, please let this servant girl go! This servant girl is just a handyman." people!"

Enough is enough, Xiao Xiao Tingxun didn't press her any more, put away the dust, tiptoed, and sprinted towards the direction the little maid pointed.

Nan Heng followed closely behind him, and they stopped outside the dark prison of Guchen Pavilion.

This dark prison is actually an attic standing in a remote corner in the southwest of Guchen Pavilion. The entrance is heavily guarded and heavily guarded.

Xiao Xiao heard that Xun Ranchen was in his hand, without any hesitation, he struck fiercely, the sword edge was quenched with huge spiritual power, and directly attacked those people's lower body, Ranchen's sword edge shone with a cold light, and the guards cuts to their legs, causing them to fall to the ground, unable to move anymore.

But in a short while, these people had fallen to the ground in disorder.

He wiped away the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, and lightly clasped his slender, white knuckles on the dust-stained sword.

With a soft ding sound, all the blood stains on the dust were shaken off, and the sword's edge was sharp and radiant.

The boy didn't stay any longer, and stepped into the dark prison.

In the attic, it was eerie, dim light, and dark bloodstains everywhere.

The first floor is empty, and no prisoners are held, but on the three walls, there are terrifying instruments of torture, such as iron whips, steel knives, and maces.

Nan Heng followed behind his little master. Seeing this, he couldn't help shaking.

But the young man didn't seem to notice it, he glanced at the spiraling towering stairs, his eyes were firm, and he stepped up the stairs.

The dark prison has a total of eight floors, and they climbed layer by layer, piercing through all kinds of heart-piercing wailing and screaming.

It's almost breathless here.

Finally, they stopped on the eighth floor.

The eighth floor was different from the other floors, it was not divided into narrow cells. Xiao Tingxun climbed up to the top floor, and he saw Murong Qing with disheveled hair and a messy body.

A gentle and handsome man, his light blue gown was already soaked in blood, his hands were bound by iron chains, he knelt on the ground with his head bowed.

And Zhou Gan, the pavilion master of Guchen Pavilion, stood beside him.

On the other side, there are four jailers dressed in black, one of them is holding a square wooden tray in his hand, and on that tray is the weapon of Guchen Pavilion's first elder Fan Luo - the Silent Spirit Twin Swords.

"Master!"

Xiao Xiao Tingxun's shoulders trembled, and he rushed towards him.

Murong Qing raised her lowered head instantly, and when she saw that thin and small figure, her eyes were stunned.

"You...Little Ah Xun, what are you doing here?!"

"If I don't come, will I see you die alone?"

The boy's eyes were red, but he clenched his lower lip stubbornly, not letting out a whimper.

"It's none of your business," Murong Qing turned cold and scolded him in a low voice, "Go back!"

Naturally the young man refused, he stood up stubbornly, summoned Ran Chen out, and stood in front of Murong Qing.

"I won't leave. If they want to touch you today, they will step over my corpse first!"

"Xiao Tingxun!"

Murong Qing's chest heaved violently. He stared at the young man's thin back and gritted his teeth, "I'll let you go back!"

"You won't even listen to me now?!"

But the young man stood steadily, did not answer, nor looked back at him.

"Hahaha, Elder Hexu, you little apprentice is really courageous and insightful."

Zhou Qian's high-pitched and loud voice sounded, and he walked towards Xiao Tingxun with a smile on his face.

"Are you Elder He Xu's apprentice? Come and tell Uncle Zhou, how old are you?"

The young man was furious, trembling while holding the hand that dyed the dust, he gritted his teeth, and growled bitterly: "Get out!"

"Yo Yo Yo, it's very fierce." Zhou Gan smacked his lips, looked at Murong Qing who was kneeling on the ground, "Elder He Xu, what should we do?"

Long hair hung down Murong Qing's pale face, he pulled the corner of his mouth, and a stream of blood dripped down the corner of his mouth.

"Pavilion Master Zhou, the child... is not sensible, you... just be lenient, just throw him out of Guchen Pavilion."

"Okay," Zhou Qian nodded with a smile, then turned to Xiao Xiao Tingxun again, "Did you hear that? Your master said it himself."

But the young man suddenly turned his head and stared at him viciously: "What he said doesn't count, don't even think about it!"

Zhou Gan's patience was exhausted, and the look on his face suddenly turned cold. He glanced at the four black-clothed jailers standing aside, and said coldly, "What are you waiting for? Do it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the four guards had already drawn out their scimitars and came towards Xiao Xiao Ting to kill him.

These people are no longer like the guards who just guarded the downstairs of the dark prison. Their killing moves are ruthless, and their knives go straight to the vital point.

But Xiao Xiao Tingxun's eyes were already burning red, and he cut through the wind and waves, forcing the four of them to retreat steadily.

"Trash!" Zhou Gan's heart became angry, he took out a sleeve arrow, and stabbed Xiao Xiao Tingxun in the back of his heart.

"Ah Xun be careful!"

Murong Qing's pupils constricted, she struggled to get up in shock, and rushed towards the thin figure of the young man.

Hearing the sound, the boy dodged, and the sleeve arrow brushed past his hair.

When he turned around, he saw a machete in Zhou Gan's hand, piercing Murong Qing's right leg.

Murong Qing groaned, staggered and knelt down.

"Zhou Gan!" Xiao Xiao Ting Xun's voice was harsh, "What are you doing! You...! You still have to be shameless!"

Zhou Gan's face darkened: "The child's family is so hostile, He Xu, it seems that I have to discipline you for you!"

"Pavilion Master Zhou!" Murong Qing resisted the severe pain, and opened his mouth in a trembling voice, "You promised me... that you will not... implicate other people again!"

"Yes, don't worry Elder He Xu, I, Mr. Zhou, will not kill him."

Zhou Gan flipped the scimitar in his hand, and while speaking, he went towards Xiao Xiao Tingxun to kill him.

He didn't intend to deal with this brat for too long, so his moves were fatal, forcing Xiao Tingxun to be almost powerless to fight back. Inches on the ground not far away.

Zhou Gan put away the scimitar, and stared at the blood-soaked young man on the ground with disdain, who could hardly get up again: "Overestimate your own strength."

Of the four black-clothed jailers, two held Murong Qing tightly, and the other two picked up Vatican's two silent swords, one on the left and one on the right, and pierced Murong Qing's shoulder blades.

The young man's eyes trembled in horror, he gritted his teeth, and immediately stood in front of Murong Qing.

The two swords of Ji Ling fell, and he held them tightly with both hands.

Blood trickled from his palm like a fountain, and the two jailers wanted to pull out their swords, but they failed after several attempts.

Xiao Xiao heard that he didn't seem to know the pain, he held the edge of the sword tightly with both hands, the sharp blade almost pierced his palm.

"Oh shit!"

One of the jailors cursed loudly and pulled out the Silent Spirit Sword violently. The blade of the sword was slashing coldly across Xiao Tingxun's wrist.

The other hand also lost its strength, and the two Ji Ling swords were finally withdrawn by the two jailers.

Zhou Gan frowned, and waved his hands irritably: "Waste time, drag him down, and throw him out of Guchen Pavilion."

Then another jailer in black came in from outside, picked up Xiao Xiao Tingxun's collar without mercy, and dragged him away from Murong Qing.

The young man clenched his teeth, even though his hands were covered with blood and the veins in his right wrist were severed, he did not let out a cry of pain.

He stared at the man with disheveled hair who was always smiling at him, struggling desperately to break away from the jailer.

Zhou Gan watched the scene with a smile on his face, until the boy was about to be dragged down the stairs, he suddenly said: "Wait a minute, this master-student relationship is really rare, I have changed my mind."

"Bring this kid back, hold it down, doesn't he want to stay here? I'll let him see enough."