Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

Que Yatou, who was hiding behind Weisheng, had her hands trembling, her lips were purple, she was already frightened and frightened, her body was on the verge of falling.

The slightly tall shadow cannot cover her completely.

The young man pushed Que Yatou into the room with his backhand, and hit the wooden door hard.

He took a step forward, his eyes slid over the ax next to the firewood a few steps away, and he said to the five monsters with human faces and insect bodies: "Why do you 'Xianjun' come here in person today?"

There are many kinds of evil things. The few in front of him are only old acquaintances. Their cultivation base is not high and they are at the level of foundation building, but they are still invincible to mortals who have no spiritual power.

What's more, their fangs are extremely terrifying, half an arm can be torn off after being bitten, and if the insect's limbs are twisted, it is not required to have a few good bones left on the body.

The monsters tend to turn into such monsters after devouring the monks infected with the evil spirit. Decades ago, the monsters flooded and hurt people everywhere.

It wasn't until the demon king led the tribe to move to the south that this kind of thing was gradually killed by the monks.

"Hiss..." The evil thing's soft forelimbs stretched out in the direction of Weisheng, as if trying to hook his front, Weisheng frowned, and took out a red porcelain bottle from his sleeve pocket.

Seeing the porcelain vase, the eyes of the five evil creatures burst out with strong longing.

Weisheng held the bottle tightly, and said: "I just gave it to you a few days ago, these are in stock, and I ask all the 'Xianjun' adults to spare this village."

While speaking, the soft limb wrapped around his wrist, which felt sticky and cold to the touch, and contained spiritual power that could break a wrist fracture.

Goosebumps appeared on Weisheng's arm, he loosened his fingers, and the porcelain bottle fell straight down.

The oppressive feeling on the wrist disappeared immediately, and the long limbs rolled up the red bottle and returned to the side of the evil thing.

The five of them chirped and chatted in the way of the monster clan. They were indifferent on the surface, but their backs were already wet with cold sweat.

This is not the first time he has faced such a situation. Fortunately, the evil thing in front of him is different from the previous one.

They are monks who have devoured the demon pills infected by the evil current, and they have retained more wisdom than the monsters.

The sky was covered with gray clouds of one color, dark and dull, and the wind was blowing.

Weisheng stared at the five evil creatures tightly.

Finally they stopped talking and stretched out their tentacles neatly.

This scene was extremely strange, they neighed and said, "Female...Female..." After saying twice, they rushed towards the gate frantically.

Weisheng had been prepared for a long time, twisted his body and flew to the right, copied the ax on the ground and turned back!

boom--!

The rounded ax smashed into the neck of an evil thing, and the black blood sprayed out like a spring.

The evil thing shrieked and twitched and collapsed.

The rest of the evil things were on fire on the spot!

One of the long tails was extremely terrifying, someone had a thick thigh, and it was whipped towards Weisheng like a bone whip.

Weisheng dodged nimbly, and the long tail slammed on the ground with a "slap", unexpectedly smashing a big hole in the loess ground, and the flying stones scratched Weisheng's arm several times.

A faint evil breath spread around, Weisheng took a deep breath, half of his face was covered with blood, and gasped for breath.

Those four evil creatures bowed forward, probably thinking why this honest villager dared to attack them today.The evil spirit has limited wisdom, and at this moment it is more like an animal's instinctive judgment of danger.

The two sides stalemate for a few breaths, and the bright red blood dripped down in a string.

Ba Da.tick.

Weisheng's hand holding the ax was injured, he tightened his fingers calmly to keep the ax out of his hand, but his breath stopped after all, and there was a slight disorder.

The evil thing confirmed his weakness at this moment, the wind was blowing on its claws, and it came to bite!

Weisheng's horizontal ax was in front of him, and he was hit by the dirt wall of his house, and a mouthful of blood was sprayed out on the spot.

Seeing the sharp claws in front of him, he grabbed a row of peppers hanging in front of the house with his backhand, smashed his head and face at the monster's head, pulled the string to twist its neck, and at the same time kicked vigorously between the opponent's legs.

The evil thing was in pain, its claws pinched Weisheng's shoulders and threw him away, with such force that the boy was thrown for more than half a foot before he fell heavily on the ground.

Weisheng's eyes turned black, his eyes looked over the tips of the bush leaves, there was a little fire dancing on the mountain road some distance away from him, like fireflies flying at night.

That was the villagers running in the cave left by the old Taoist priest.

Weisheng glanced at the house again, hoping that the blind monk would be smarter and know how to run away, and also hoped that he would be kind enough to bring Que girl with him.

The monster picked up Weisheng's dropped hatchet and gathered in front of him, chattering a few more times, as if discussing how to deal with him.

In the end, one of the evil creatures became the master, raised the ax high, and struck down Weisheng's waist!

They wanted to spare his life, but to maim his legs.

Weisheng closed his eyes and turned his head sideways, his cheeks were stuck to the wet yellow soil, his teeth were clenched tightly, but his body was trembling slightly.

The excruciating pain he had imagined did not strike.

"Dangdang!"

The ax fell.

The evil thing still maintained the movement of holding the ax high, but its eyes suddenly widened, and the eyeballs almost burst out of their orbits.

A pointed arrow pierced through its eyebrows, the muscles on its face convulsed violently a few times, and it fell backwards straight.

Smoke and dust rose everywhere, and the closed wooden door burst open.

Weisheng struggled to look over there, only to see a piece of gray clothes corners, and a beautiful magic circle behind the threshold.

The little granddaughter of Granny Liu's family sat in the center of the circle with tears in her arms and her shoulders in tears. Although she was still terrified, her face was much better than before.

Xiang Guchun had already worked very hard to save the life of the girl who suddenly fell ill, and his complexion at the moment was not much better than that of the girl Que when he first came.

He lost the bow and arrow that Weisheng usually used for hunting, and in the blink of an eye, he was holding a kitchen knife in his hand.

Weisheng's eyes were black and white for a while, and a great sense of absurdity suddenly appeared in his heart.

This is probably the most unlucky monk in the cultivation world. Under the desperate situation, there is only a vegetable cutting knife that can be used as a weapon.

Xiang Guchun's arrow obviously had a deterrent effect on the evil things, but soon they found that the person in front of them was so weak that even if there was a little bit of aura, it was just a wisp, and it couldn't be a climate at all. The attack was only successful by sneak attack.

Devouring monks is more helpful for them to survive than humans. The three evil creatures temporarily gave up cutting Weisheng's legs and turned to Xianggu Chunwei.

Xiang Guchun clenched the kitchen knife in his hand, and rushed forward, killing the three evil creatures immediately!

Weisheng tried to get up several times but was unable to do so, and he did not know how many bones were broken in his body.

He tried his best to look at the four people who were fighting together, and what he saw was the lingering reflection of the kitchen knife and a large spurt of black blood.

There was a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and a new evil object lay on its back not far from Weisheng.

I don't know when the sky began to snow goose feathers, whistling up and down, like falling cotton wool.

There was another cracking whip sound, a handful of flesh and blood exploded, and the kitchen knife in Xiang Guchun's right hand whirled and flew in mid-air, chopped off the branch of the old tree in front of the house, and fell into the grass.

Xiang Guchun rubbed his wrist on the long-tailed barb, and blood pooled on the ground in an instant.

The shape of that hand was almost invisible, he gasped a few times in pain, and the dantian spirit root was in severe pain.

He took a few steps to avoid the opponent's attack, but he also tripped over the deadly long tail, and met the fate of the kitchen knife, flew out, and finally fell under the old tree.

The evil thing didn't expect this person to be so difficult to deal with, but the monk was at the end of his blow, and the two evil things approached him one after the other.

Xiang Guchun sat leaning against the old tree, he could smell the stench from the mouth of the evil thing, and the thing grinned and was as long as a palm, with fangs biting him like pincers.

Weisheng yelled out: "Xue Sheng!"

The voice was so shrill that it almost broke his throat, he struggled and turned over, and crawled forward a few steps on all fours, but he had enough heart but not enough strength, so he threw himself down again out of strength.

puff-

The footsteps of the evil thing in front of him froze, not knowing what happened.

It looked down, only to see an extra branch in the middle of its throat.

Xiang Guchun used the branch as a sword to pierce the vital part of the evil thing.

The blood filled the air, the heavens and the earth were turned upside down, and the last scene the evil thing saw was the sky falling white, as if someone was waving and dropping countless paper money.

The only remaining branch that was pulled out twitched. This one was not very courageous, and seeing the situation was not good, it turned its head and wanted to run away.

Seeing him running in his direction, Weisheng struggled to crawl in another direction.

The monster panicked, and Weisheng let out an uncontrollable cry from his throat, he could even imagine himself being trampled to death by his foot.

The coldness surged, and a thin layer of frost formed on the filthy soil. Suddenly, the feet of the evil creature were frozen by the icicles that suddenly climbed up.

Weisheng lay a few steps away, his eyes reflected an upside-down icicle like an open fan.

Frost's long sword opened a cold screen, and the sword intent swept all directions, stabbing the evil thing in all directions.

However, this evil creature fought hard before dying. Although the long tail was not as powerful as the previous one, it was still desperately whipped!

Weisheng raised his right hand to block it, already thinking of letting go of this arm.

Suddenly there was a sharp sound piercing through the air, and a genuine sword flew towards the sky, with the tip of the sword pointing down, and it nailed the tail to the ground with a "ding" sound!

Xiang Guchun's eyes were full of murderous intent, he turned the snow into a knife, and cut straight across. The head of the evil thing flew high, hit the tree trunk, and fell down again.

The protective formation in the house suddenly shattered, Que Yatou ran out crying, and seeing Weisheng lying at the door, she was terrified, but still wanted to help him up.

But she was too weak to support a young man at all, so she could only half drag and half help, and cooperated with Weisheng to climb all the way to the old tree.

The sword that fell from the sky was making a sharp buzzing sound, and the blade trembled violently, like a scream.

Xiang Guchun closed his eyes and leaned against the tree trunk after killing the evil thing, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Weisheng almost scrambled to get close to Xiang Guchun's side, and took out a small bottle from his chest with shaking hands.

The upper end of the bottle was broken, only a few black pills were still held at the bottom, he opened Xiang Guchun's chin and poured the pills in, and then supported his head, letting him take the pills with the blood swallowed.

The sound of the sword's cry was unbearable, Weisheng shouted: "Don't make noise!" He lowered his head to feel Xianggu Chun's pulse.

At this moment, Xianggu Chun's body trembled, and he choked out a big mouthful of blood, which splashed a clump of weeds red.

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, his mind also woke up a lot.

The sky and the ground are all white, and his eyes seem to be able to see this plain world clearly.

The cold came out of the limbs and bones, and the monks in Binglingen were shivering from the cold.

Weisheng rushed over to hug him, and said to the foolish little girl, "Is there anyone else in the village?" The ending sound was choked up.

Que girl cried loudly: "It's gone, those who died and left, there is no one left!"

She was terribly afraid, but she still stood up tremblingly, "I, I'm going to find someone, I'll go to the mountain and call them!"

Desperation grew in Weisheng's heart, and the villagers stayed in the cave protected by a spell, and it would take at least one night before they returned to visit if there were no fireworks signals.

Even if Que Yatou's short legs kept running day and night, it would be too late.

The sound of the sword rang to the extreme in an instant.

Suddenly a bright light flashed across the Weisheng Lingtai, and he suddenly took a handful of Xianggu Chun's blood and wiped it on the blade of the sword.

The sword was drawn out suddenly, suspended in the air, becoming more than ten feet wide.

Que girl was also alert, she quickly climbed up, grasped the hilt of the sword firmly, and shouted: "Go southwest!"

The blade went away, leaving behind a phantom.

"Hold on, Xue Sheng! Hold on!"

Weisheng's legs were numb, his chest was churning with blood, he turned his head to spit out the blood foam, and shouted at the monk.

Double images of things in front of him continued, Weisheng borrowed the thick tree to lean against so that the two of them did not fall to the ground.

Along with the blood flowed large tears.

At this moment, Weisheng completely understood Xiangguchun's feeling before, he didn't know why he was crying, but he was really sad as hell.

Xiang Guchun half-closed his eyes, staring blankly at the gray sky with his loose eyesight.

The fluttering snow fell all over the ground, but only a small pile slowly accumulated on the sleeves of the skirt, and the rest melted in the muddy and steaming blood stream, and also melted on his face, mottled and mottled. A mess.

The snow is blowing in all directions, soft like catkins, and too cold.

"Master...Uncle Master..." Xiang Guchun exhaled a white mist from his mouth and nose, and the mist smelled like blood.

He was delirious, and murmured: "...I don't believe what I promise...I don't want to..."

"Xue Sheng!" Weisheng hunched over, big drops of tears fell on Xiangguchun's neck, "Listen to me, don't sleep!"

He was about to collapse, and he didn't know what he was shouting, but he tightened his arms like a cramp, and shouted in his ear: "You are a monk of Hanshan, you are a monk of Hanshan!"

"...Hanshan." Xiang Guchun repeated blankly, tears dripping down a clear line of water on the bloody face.

He seemed to understand the words of the hoarse young man in front of him, and smiled with the corners of his mouth, reaching out to touch the young man's wet and cold face.

"I..." he said softly, "I'm in Hanshan... I don't have anything..."

Weisheng pressed Xiangguchun's hand on his cheek. At this moment, he clearly understood that he had to talk to him. The monk's life was dying, and his soul was damaged. If he closed his eyes here, he might end up scattered.

But he didn't know what to say, the severe pain and panic made it difficult for him to speak a complete sentence.

He could only follow his own mind before, pouring out one breath at a time, with incoherent words, like the gibberish of a madman.He cried and said: "Hanshan, what is Hanshan like? I used to want to be a swordsman, but I, my body... I can't! Xianjun, what is Hanshan like? Please take me there, please?" Alright, Xianjun, take me to have a look, let me follow you! I will follow you, you have someone on Mount Han!"

His tears fell more and more urgently, and he thought of some dark past, sobbing, "Take me to see, Xianjun, I beg you don't abandon me... I want to take a sword too, and I want to save me too." People, I don't want them to die, take me away! Don't abandon me, please take me away...!"

In the haze, Gu Chun almost thought that the snow would stop falling, and there was another heavy rain in the sky.

"Don't cry." Xiang Guchun's palm was pressed tightly against the side of the boy's face, and the hot liquid washed down over and over again, almost burning his soul.

"Okay...I promise you." He bit the tip of his tongue hard, tried to regain some clarity, and tried to breathe as calmly as possible.

He seems to have heard a crying pleading similar to a promise. The young man said that he would be the one he stayed on Mount Han, that longing from scratch.

His voice was almost inaudible, but he still said: "You go back with me, and I will accept you as an apprentice, okay?"

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The author has something to say:

Weisheng: beep beep tears.

Xiang Guchun: Puff puff bleeding...yeah?Why does this scene seem familiar?

Yuan: It was prophesied, and you will continue to behave like this in the future. )

The memory chapter mainly talks about the large-scale master-student love metamorphosis scene thousands of years ago, and it will be eaten alternately with the ongoing time√