Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Zhou Qian spoke viciously, and the two black-clothed jailers dragged Xiao Tingxun back again, and pinned him firmly to the ground.

The young man struggled desperately, glaring at Zhou Gan angrily.

"Go!"

Raising his hand and waving it down, Zhou Gan looked at the two jailers holding the two swords of Ji Ling, and a smug smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

"Zhou Gan, you are tyrannical and innocent, killing innocent people indiscriminately, you are not worthy of the position of Great Immortal Venerable!"

The young man gritted his silver teeth tightly, his eyes burning with a monstrous hatred.

"What?" Zhou Gan finally turned around and looked at him with a smile, "You say I am tyrannical and innocent? Killing innocent people indiscriminately?"

"If fighting against bloodthirsty demons is considered tyrannical, then I admit that I am very tyrannical, cruel and vicious, and have no conscience!"

"As for the indiscriminate killing of innocent people," he paused, and pointed to Murong Qing who was kneeling on the ground next to him being held down by the jailer, "You mean him?"

Zhou Gan narrowed his eyes, almost jokingly: "He is not innocent. Boy, do you know his identity?"

"Half of the blood of the demon race in his body, he is a traitor of our immortal family!"

He gritted his teeth for the last two words, wishing he could chew up Murong Qing in his mouth and swallow them.

"The demons destroyed the Lingshou stone and killed hundreds of my immortal monks, and the existence of a mixed blood like him is the evidence of the communication between the demons and our human race, and they are not worthy of living in this world!"

"He punished evil and promoted good all his life, eradicated traitors and helped the weak, and never did anything bad." The young man was straight and his eyes were firm.

"Zhou Qian, as the Great Immortal Venerable, you lead a hundred families of immortal sects, are you so good at distinguishing evil from good?!"

"Bastard!" Zhou Gan's expression suddenly became fierce, he raised his palm, and the wind of his palm slapped Xiao Xiao Tingxun's face fiercely.

"The battle of Aoshan is imminent, and he still stands up to speak for the demons! Do you know that he is betraying the fairy sect!"

But after beating and roaring, he withdrew his hand again and laughed: "There are such unreasonable juniors in the Changqing sect. It seems that the infiltration of the demon clan is really deep enough, and it is time to rectify it."

Xiao Tingxun's head slapped by him turned outward, one side of his cheek was swollen.

But he still stubbornly raised his head and stared at Zhou Gan with arrogance and unyielding eyes.

When his eyes met him suddenly, Zhou Gan was terrified.

Seeing that the two jailers were still stuck there, they roared decisively: "I said - do it!"

Those two guards raised the Ji Ling swords sharply, piercing towards Murong Qing's shoulder blades.

Xiao Xiao Tingxun's eyes were ruthless, and he struggled with all his strength, but it was useless, the jailer was strong and strong, and he was like a chick when he was pressed.

A dazzling cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and it went straight towards Murong Qing, his heart almost stopped beating, but the next moment, his eyes were suddenly dark.

The young man stared blankly, stared hard at the direction where the iron chain was rustling, and blinked hard, but he still couldn't see anything.

There was the sound of the strong wind brushing past his ears, his sight was covered, and his hearing became sharp. Xiao Xiao Ting Xun could faintly hear Murong Qing's muffled hum.

The air suddenly filled with a strong and suffocating fishy sweetness, and there seemed to be hot blood splashing on the face.

His shoulders jerked up, his hands were firmly on the floor, and he crawled towards Murong Qing inch by inch. The two guards behind him could hardly hold him down.

"Elder Hexu is indeed a person with pure spiritual power and superb skills."

In the ear, it seems that Zhou Gan is talking.

What is he saying?

"I'm going to die, but I can still maintain the blinding technique."

The art of blinding...

Xiao Xiao heard buzzing in his ears, Zhou Gan's disgusting voice, flying around him like a fly.

but……

The technique of blinding the eyes is the master respecting him...

"This...cough cough, this is the last thing I can do for him..."

Murong Qing's voice was weak, with incoherent coughing and panting, which came to Xiao Xiao Tingxun's ears intermittently.

"Master!"

The boy finally couldn't move anymore, he fell powerlessly on the ground, grasping the ground with both hands, with indescribable pain and unwillingness on his face.

"Little... Ah Xun, I beg you for my teacher... one last... thing," Murong Qing's voice became weaker and weaker, but he held on desperately, "Don't...have hatred in your heart, remember... There is no way to go, and the original intention...does not go against."

"Master... I promise you! I promise you everything!"

The boy's voice was as hoarse as a tear, and he screamed loudly, as if he wanted to scream out all the pain in his heart.

"I can rest assured that."

Murong Qing's voice was like fluttering catkins: "I'm sorry...Little Ah Xun, as a teacher... I can't grow up with you anymore..."

The sound dissipated, and the black barrier in front of the young man suddenly dissipated.

He saw the man lying in a pool of blood, his light blue robe was soaked with blood, his black hair was scattered on the ground, covering his bloodless face.

The willow eyebrows droop peacefully, and the corners of the mouth are slightly raised, as if Murong Qing was secretly caught by him taking a nap on the table during countless afternoons in Hanlin Peak.

He flung himself on Murong Qing's body, this body was still warm, but his robe was a little wet, with a fishy-sweet smell that he didn't like.

Xiao Xiao Tingxun hugged Murong Qing's body tightly, his eyes were red, but not a single tear fell.

Zhou Gan stared at the calm and unusual young man with cold eyes. In an instant, a strong wind blew past his ears, and the young man was already killing him with a hand in his hand.

The dust is filled with vigorous spiritual power, with the surging spiritual power of a young man, like a mad wolf, rushing towards the prey, once it bites the neck of the prey, it will not let go until it dies.

Forced by him to retreat in a row, Zhou Gan raised his breath and shouted towards the door: "Catch this little lunatic! Throw him out of Guchen Pavilion!"

The black-clothed jailer suddenly appeared, and it took a lot of effort to catch Xiao Xiao Tingxun.

The majestic and closed door of Guchen Pavilion suddenly opened from the inside, and immediately after, a man in black threw out a blood-covered boy from inside.

The boy was still holding a sword firmly in his hand, he was thrown on the street, he gritted his teeth and got up again, rushing into Guchen Pavilion.

The gate was closed, and the two Guchen Pavilion disciples who were guarding the gate crossed their swords and stopped him.

The one with the fierce face was only stunned for a moment before he recognized the boy.

He grinned and grinned: "Yo, who am I? Aren't you very powerful? Why? You were thrown out?"

"Look at what you look like now, what do you look like?"

He was a bit at a loss for words, and the rough-eyed man next to him came over and answered, "Like a dog in the water!"

"Hahaha, yes! It's a Reservoir Dog!"

He laughed wantonly, and stretched out his hand to poke Xiao Tingxun's shoulder.

Xiao Xiao Tingxun's eyes were cold and stern, and after dodging away, Ranchen stabbed straight at the heart of the big man with a fierce face.

The big man was frightened by his posture, staggered a few steps and fell to the ground, with the dust piercing into his heart.

"Ahhh!" A sharp stabbing pain came from his chest, and he yelled mournfully, "A disciple of the Changqing sect killed someone!"

Ran Chen wanted to pierce again, but was pinched by someone's fingers.

The young man raised his head suddenly, and the door of Guchen Pavilion opened at some time, and a big man with beards stood in front of him with a sullen face.

"Let go!" The boy was not afraid, and stared at him fiercely.

The big man didn't let go, but threw a white silk bundle on his back in front of him.

The young man was startled.

"I brought out Elder Hexu's body for you." The big man's voice was rough and deep, and he couldn't hear any emotion.

Let go of the hand, and the dust is taken back.

Too many things happened, Xiao Xiao Tingxun seemed to be in a daze for a long time before he could barely regain his composure.

He looked up at the big man standing in front of him, and said calmly, "What's your name, why are you helping me?"

The big man kicked the ferocious-looking gatekeeper's ass, then turned to look at the young man: "Zhao Che, the fifth elder of Guchen Pavilion. There is no reason, just help if you want."

After he finished speaking, he ignored the young man, picked up the collars of the two gatekeeper disciples, and threw them into the gate of Guchen Pavilion, and then he closed the gate of Guchen Pavilion with his muscular and powerful arms, one left and one right.

Xiao Xiao Tingxun stood staring at the closed door for a long time, then slowly picked up the person-length white silk package, walked away from the door of Guchen Pavilion step by step, and walked outside Linyang City.

It was almost dusk at this time, and the setting sun was like blood, dragging behind the young man, leaving behind a brilliant brilliance.

Vendors setting up stalls on the street and passers-by all looked sideways at the young man carrying a huge package on his head.

They stared curiously, followed from a distance, and discussed in threes and fives, and if they guessed right, their faces turned pale with horror, and they avoided it far away.

But Xiao Xiao Ting Xun didn't seem to notice it, he walked hard alone, looked down at the toes of his shoes, and rolled over the gravel ground step by step.

As the night fell, he finally left Linyang City with Murong Qing's body on his back.

The surroundings of the city were empty, and the night wind was howling. Through the dim lantern on the city tower, he saw two figures standing in the wind from a distance.

But he just glanced at it, then lowered his head and continued on his way.

Finally approaching, the two figures rushed towards him almost at the same time.

The young man was shaking, but he managed to stabilize his feet and avoided the two people.

"Ting Xun, let's go home." It was Yin Jiu who reached out his hand with a trembling voice.

"My child, I made you suffer!" Bai Chengyan sucked his nose hard and wiped away tears with his big hands.

But Xiao Xiao Tingxun didn't speak, nor paid attention to them, he just turned around mechanically, with Murong Qing on his back, and continued to walk forward step by step.

"Come back!" Yin Jiu shouted behind him, "Ting Xun, we were wrong! We were wrong!"

"Zhou Gan's son-in-law wants to take our entire Changqing faction to be buried with him! Son, we are the ones who are sorry for He Xu!"

The boy's footsteps stopped suddenly, he clenched his fists, his voice was broken and trembling: "There is nothing to be sorry for... This is the path he chose, and I will accompany him to the end, to the end."

After he finished speaking, he slowly raised his feet and continued to walk forward slowly and steadily step by step. This time, he never stopped.

Outside Linyang City, the night wind was howling, the young man was carrying a big burden on his thin body, and he was walking forward step by step. Behind him, more than ten meters away, there were two people in the distance. They never chased after him. , nor far away.