[Master] Why is a hometown

The double demons were in chaos, and when the whole Daozhen was in a state of disunity, Tired Shoutian stepped forward and led the elite part of the Beizong to fight.

— but still powerless.

And no one knows that since the Civil War, Bei Fangxiu has actually fallen into a state of disordered five senses and cannot see, and can only rely on the guidance of the Big Dipper on the famous sword to sense everything.

He stood at the highest point of Yongxu Peak, bathed in the morning light, felt the faint warmth of Chuyang, silently recalled the scenes of fighting with the two demons several times, and simulated the tactics in his mind.

Suddenly, the familiar Shihao came to the summit of Yongxu accompanied by a long-lost figure.

"Among the eight sub-regions of Xiaoao, he is the only one who is majestic, is used to Xuanying without a trace, Ren Taixu, and bleak Mingfeng."

The people who were immersed in the thoughts of the war came back to their senses when they heard the sound, they were slightly surprised at first, and then they understood it.

"You came."

"If you use one person's power to exploit the ingenuity and seize the infinite change, I'm afraid it will be difficult to compete for the full success." Yuan Wuxiang's tone is brisk, discussing the matter as it is, as if nothing has happened in these years: "Your Beida Fangxiu loves to be brave, but I don't like to take risks. ah."

I was speechless for a while.

All kinds of emotions, many thoughts, after many years of self-appointment on the top of Yongxu, it seems that it is even more difficult to express them.

He is not ignorant of Yuan Wuxiang's situation in the Southern Sect. "The head of the Silver Piao" is just a name, and the people of the Southern Sect are very upset about it, and he is also clear about the reasons for all this.

It's just that at this moment of reunion, no matter what, I can't open my mouth to mention it.

Knowing his personality, Yuan Wuxiang continued to be the active one, and said, "What do you think about the twin demons?"

The topic turned back to business, the deadlock was broken, and Juan Shoutian unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief: "The origin is unknown, and the cultivation level should not be underestimated."

"I also feel the same." Yuan Wuxiang smiled slightly: "We haven't used the sword array together yet, why don't we practice it first?"

Tired Shoutian was silent for a moment, and said, "Nanzong..."

"You don't have to worry about this, I have reported to Dao Pan."

"No conditions at all?"

"Ha... the war is about to start, so don't worry about these insignificant things."

He said it easily, but Tired Shoutian knew that it might not be so simple, but he expected that he would not be able to ask any questions—Yuan Wuxiang was used to forbearance, and he was not good at teasing others' good-natured pretense.

Then there was another silence.

Yuan Wuxiang carefully observed his expression, and gradually saw the clue, and there was a little worry between his brows.

"Your eyes?"

"It won't affect performance."

Tired of accepting the sky, avoiding the most serious and neglecting the less important, Yuan Wuxiang had a guess: "Is it the aftermath of that battle back then?"

"...No problem."

"Ha, Peking University Fangxiu..." Yuan Wuxiang shook his head helplessly and said with a smile: "This battle is over, let A Yuan diagnose it for you. Although the famous sword is a sacred object, it is my eyes that are easy to use."

"talk later."

The golden glow flashed by, and the Tired Shoutian Sword was in his hand.

Seeing this, Yuan Wuxiang manipulated the Yuan Power, transformed it into a form, and manifested a sword state.

The awn of gold and silver, the strength of hardness and softness, and then perform Daozhen's supreme martial arts.

"Master, do you have to go back to your mother's house?"

Mo Xunzong helped Mu Xinyuan into the carriage, and asked worriedly.

"I……"

Mu Xinyuan hesitated to speak, but the owner of the medicine king beside him snorted coldly: "Don't go back, stay here to die?!"

"Master!"

Mu Xinyuan hurriedly grabbed the sleeve of his master, his face was filled with anxiety that the truth would be exposed, and also pleaded for his help in concealing it.

Feng Guzhu pulled out his sleeve angrily, said to the coachman with a calm face, "Let's go."

"Master!"

The carriage drove out of the misty rain and setting sun, Mo Xunxing scratched his head, always felt that something was wrong, but now that the master has not returned, the mother's family insisted on taking her away, and he didn't know what to do.

Mu Xinyuan quietly raised the curtain on the car, looking at the mountains and rivers behind him, her eyes felt hot for some reason.

She... misses Yuan Wuxiang very much.

Although she chose to leave by herself, she still couldn't help thinking that it would be fine if Yuan Wuxiang was here, and if he would accompany her to face it... Then she wouldn't be so frightened.

Due to her constitution, it was difficult to conceive, and she never thought that there would be a life in her womb.

The master watched for her earlier, and the fetus was already four months old—it actually stayed safely and securely in her tattered body for four months.

How does this teach her to be willing?

She knew that her choice was too cruel to Yuan Wuxiang, and she might have to make him bear the burden of shame for the rest of his life, but she had no choice...

"If you feel bad, let him come back." Valley Master Feng handed over a scarf, frowning, very unhappy.

Mu Xinyuan pinched the scarf, didn't wipe away her tears, but shook her head lightly: "No rush, it can't be now."

"But you need him now." Master Fenggu held a bad breath in his chest: "As my disciple, there is no need to live in such a compromised way."

Mu Xinyuan sniffed, forced a smile and said, "Master, please bear with me."

"... Humph." Feng Guzhu turned his head and looked straight ahead, and said coldly: "If you are ill, I may not be able to take care of it."

"Master..." Mu Xinyuan could only beg for the only family member she could rely on right now, at least let him not get angry at this time.

"Don't gossip, let's talk about it after you pass the gate of hell."

Master Fenggu ended the conversation coldly.

There was nothing else to say along the way.

Returning to the Valley of the Medicine King after a long absence, Mu Xinyuan nervously stepped into the room where she lived when she was a child.

The furnishings in the house have been carefully arranged, and it can be seen that Master has prepared for it long ago.

She stood by the window looking at the greenery in the valley, and took a deep breath.

She can't wait until October.

Perhaps in two or three months, he will face the test of life and death.

Before that, maybe something should be done, to plan ahead, so that Yuan Wuxiang will not carry too heavy a burden.

Master loves her dearly, but he probably can't understand that the so-called humiliation is actually just willingness - if Yuan Wuxiang and her live in a different place, it should be the same choice.

She and him are actually the same - the same kind of person, the same idea, so they are so spiritually compatible.

Victory in the battle with the two demons. Although they were not successfully captured, they also allowed the monsters to escape without a trace, and they could no longer create disasters in a short period of time.

Yuan Wuxiang returned to Nanzong, and wanted to go home, but someone conveyed Daopan's call.

He knew that this was to ask him about joining forces with Tired Shoutian, so he suppressed the inexplicable irritability in his heart and rushed to Yuanzong Liuxiang.

Entering Yuanzong Liuxiang, it is inevitable to be interrogated by Shuang Kui.

Ben had hoped that this double evil event would be an opportunity to repair the rift between the North and the South, but the facts proved that he still underestimated the resentment of the South School towards Tired Shoutian.

Shuang Kui's attitude is not good, and he repeatedly asked him why he joined up with Tired Shoutian again, and asked him to return the silver dart Xuan Jie.

He had no intention of seizing the treasure of the town religion, but he expected that if he returned the silver dart, the Nanzong would revive his heart of tired harvesting, and when the conflict resumed, it would be of no benefit to Daozhen.

"Sorry, the silver dart was entrusted by Bao Puzi, so I can't hand it over."

The two sides were at loggerheads, Shi Dongji showed up at the right time, and proposed three chapters of the agreement.

"There is no country in the past, the conflict between the north and the south is no longer due to the friendship between you and Juan Shoutian, you can just let it go, think that you are joining forces with him to eliminate the evil, and the Southern Sect will not pursue this matter. But you must remember, from now on From now on, you and Bei Fangxiu can only get together for the sake of common people, and you should not have excessive personal friendship."

Yuan Wuxiang was a little startled, then bowed his head and said yes.

"Daopan instructed, I will obey."

"I hope you will obey. Please."

"Farewell."

Leaving Yuan Zong Liuxiang, as open-minded as he is, it is inevitable that he will be a little bored, and he only wants to go back to see A Yuan.

Now, only the misty rain and setting sun where A Yuan stays behind is the place where he can completely feel at ease.

But when he came back in a hurry, he didn't see the person he wanted to see.

Mo Xunzong was full of doubts, hesitated to speak, and handed the letter left by Mu Xinyuan before leaving to the master, and it was obvious that the master's expression was a little bit wrong.

In fact, seeing A Yuan's letter left, Yuan Wuxiang was already secretly annoyed.

Before the expedition, Ah Yuan seemed to have a physical problem. Now that the two demons have escaped and the crisis is temporarily resolved, he has time and energy to recall her words and deeds at that time.

How can I not know the person next to me?

A Yuan himself is a well-trained doctor, and he has known the way of maintenance. If he has asked the medicine king Guzhu for help, he may have a big problem.Although she confessed in the letter that nothing happened, how could he believe it.

The uneasiness in his heart continued to expand, and Yuan Wuxiang immediately set off to the Valley of the Medicine King.

Yao Wang Valley is protected by an array of organs, and he is anxious in his heart, breaking through the barriers and breaking through the array, pleading from time to time: "Master Gu, there is no place to look for A Yuan, please let me enter the valley!"

— but no one responded.

Yuan Wuxiang was terrified.

Inside the medicine hut, the king of medicine Guzhu, Mu Shaoai, Dugu Du, Ouyang Jin, the world's leading doctors and poisoners gathered together for a consultation together.

Mu Xinyuan had already heard Yuan Wuxiang's voice, her breathing was a little irregular, and she looked helplessly at senior brother Mu Shaoai.

"Brother..."

"Peace!"

Feng Guzhu and Lonely Poison scolded at the same time.

A sick body with all internal organs damaged, pregnant with ten thousand poisonous elements, and a fetus less than seven months old, there is no room for the slightest mistake right now!

Feng Jingye commanded coldly towards the door: "At the beginning of the sword, stop him."

"Father……"

At the beginning of the sword, there was some hesitation.

"Stop him!"

Undoubtedly, the eyes of the master of the medicine king met the other three, and he immediately showed his extraordinary ability, and he cut the knife with precision; Dugudu carefully released the poisonous power, and was always on guard against the loss of control of the ten thousand poisonous elements in Mu Xinyuan's body; Mu Shaoai and Ouyang Jin cooperated with each other, One is to stabilize Mu Xinyuan's pulse, and the other is to help her relieve the pain.

In order to avoid unexpected accidents, Mu Xinyuan didn't even take Mafeisan, and forcibly endured the pain of caesarean section.

Pain and fear are intertwined, which has far exceeded the pain of the previous onset.

Her pulse began to become disordered, her consciousness gradually blurred, and she lost her mind, so she could only hold onto Mu Shaoai who was closest to her, and murmured repeatedly: "Don't let him see... don't let him... see..."

When Jian Zhichu came forward to stop him, Yuan Wuxiang's heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

"What happened to Ah Yuan?!"

Following his father's instruction and Mu Xinyuan's pleading, Jian Zhichu didn't know how to explain it, so he could only say: "I'm offended."

Immediately, he used the volume of martial arts from Bing Jia Wu Jing Sheng to block the silver-clothed Taoist who had begun to get a little angry.

Yuan Wuxiang was even more confused, he already had a premonition that something must happen to A Yuan, but he couldn't break through the watertight defense at the beginning of the sword.

The more the battle became more urgent, the more the battle became more furious, the indifferent Taoist lost his sense of proportion, pressed on step by step, gnashed his teeth and said: "At the beginning of the sword, I want to see A Yuan!"

"Hey……!"

Not yet believed, although they were helpless at the beginning of the sword, they did not dare to let it go lightly. The two fought outside the Valley of the Medicine King, and the wind and sand moved the rocks, shaking the sky and the earth.

The battle situation gradually got out of control, everyone was injured, time continued to pass, the sun was setting, the sky was dim, the valley was still silent, Yuan Wuxiang felt the panic and panic that he had never had before.

Just when he was about to perform extreme moves, Gu Nei suddenly came with a powerful palm force, forcing him back a few steps, his blood surged, and he vomited red immediately.

"... Guzhu." Yuan Wuxiang no longer saw the usual calm and self-possessed: "Where is A Yuan?!"

The face of the master of Yaowang Valley was as sinking as water, and his cold and stern eyes were like frost knives and wind swords. gone."

Immediately, he raised his hand and threw something.

Yuan Wuxiang took it and saw that it was the marriage letter that Daozhen had sent to Jiangnan Fengfu.

The owner of the medicine king's face was cold, like the wicked mother-in-law who broke up a loving couple in a storybook: "This marriage is not without my consent, so... it ends here!"

"Valley Master!"

Yuan Wuxiang shouted anxiously: "Where is A Yuan? Please let me see her!"

Feng Guzhu, who was about to leave, turned her face and gave him a cold glance: "She just had a miscarriage. Now——she doesn't want to see you."

Yuan Wuxiang's breathing stopped suddenly, his body was like falling into an ice cave, cold from head to soles of feet.

"How... how?!"

"Seeing off the guests!" Feng Guzhu threw down a ruthless refusal to refuse the guests, and went straight back to the valley.

The delivery room filled with the smell of blood has been cleaned up. Mu Xinyuan lay quietly in a dark purple sarcophagus, with a small baby boy floating up and down in a water tank filled with special medicinal juice beside her.

Lonely Poison grabbed the edge of the coffin with one hand, and couldn't hide his hatred and regret: "Women in the world are always so pitiful and hateful. Is it worth it for you to do this?!"

Ouyang Jinrong looked gloomy and sighed softly.

The master of the medicine king's valley was full of energy, and closed the sarcophagus: "The Taiyin mysterious coffin can keep your soul alive, and I will wait for the opportunity. As for the things you entrusted, I will also accept... As you wish, I will come as a teacher Be the villain."

Mo Xunxing squatted outside the misty rain and setting sun, bored watching the ants move.

He has practiced the swordsmanship and heart method countless times, but still does not see his master returning. He almost couldn't help but want to run out and wander the rivers and lakes.

Seeing the dark clouds billowing in the sky and the rainstorm approaching, he suddenly remembered that the medicine his wife had packed before leaving was still drying, so he hurried back to the courtyard to pack it.

After he finished collecting, the raindrops were already falling gradually.

Outside the misty rain and setting sun, the familiar figure finally turned around, but with infinite frustration.

"Master?" Mo Xunzong stepped forward to meet him: "Where is Master?"

Yuan Wuxiang looked haggard, shook his head tiredly, went straight back to the bedroom, slammed the door to isolate himself.

He waited outside Yaowang Valley for several days, but Ah Yuan still refused to see him.

...Maybe it's a complaint.

His Ah Yuan has always been considerate, but he can see that she is actually eager to have a child, but...

Why did he leave at that time?

In his most difficult moments, A Yuan is always by his side - how about himself?

Fighting hard for the common people, running around for close friends, but in the end hurt the person who shouldn't be hurt the most.

"A Yuan..."

He reached out to pick up A Yuan's usual wooden comb on the dressing table, his chest was so constricted that it was difficult to breathe.

Looking around, losing that familiar figure, even the air became cold.

Misty Rain and Setting Sun, who lost their mistress, turned out to be so cold...

Yuan Wuxiang closed his eyes in pain.

"Ah Yuan...I'll wait, wait for you to calm down, wait for your forgiveness. No matter how long...I will wait."