[Master] Why is a hometown

Quan Yu was suddenly attacked. Although Nine Fingers Jiaoxiong and Lingxi Zhixia felt inexplicable, they were not afraid to fight.

Since his brother and sister left the Southern Sect, they have also recruited many capable people and strangers over the years. They carefully rehearsed the formation and achieved quite a lot. It is more than enough to resist foreign enemies.

However, what caught people off guard was a counterattack from within the boxing domain.

"Strate... Strategist?!"

Being attacked unexpectedly, Nine Fingers Jiaoxiong looked back in astonishment, only to see that his trusted confidant was standing behind him coldly with eyes filled with evil spirits, the air of torture lingering in his fists, and the next wave of fatal attacks was about to be brewed.

"why?!"

Lingxi was distracted for a moment, and was also severely injured by the mysterious masked man, spitting scarlet.

"Hmph... Daozhen people deserve to die!"

The strategist didn't want to say much, and joined forces with the foreign enemies who invaded the boxing domain to start a full-scale massacre.

Yun Yi Bai Chuan, who spent many years drowning his sorrows in wine, huddled in the dark, his eyes were red as he witnessed the killing, but he wanted to help but his martial arts had been abandoned for a long time, and he couldn't even condense his true energy.

The crowd was in high spirits, and suddenly there was the sound of a zither sweeping in. At the beginning, it was like pearls and jade, mellow and sad, but then it turned sharply, with a lot of noise, and the silver plates fell in shock. It seemed that thousands of troops came from all directions——

"Three strings move the sky. Megatron the universe!"

The strings are drawn to move the sky, thunder is born suddenly, and the gurgling sound is loud, attracting and destroying thousands of miles of wild thunder, the situation in the boxing area changes instantly, and the lightning flashes!

Suddenly the sound of Lei Qin was so powerful that the strategist was hesitant because he didn't know the number of reinforcements in the dark; Mu Zhengrong, who was covering his head and face, knew that the plan had changed, so he thought for a while and shouted: "There are reinforcements, retreat! "

The intruders receded like a tide, and the sound of thunder and zither gradually stopped, leaving only a piece of ruined building and rubble, and corpses scattered all over the field.

Lingxi refers to flaws, covering his chest, stunned, and fell beside the body of Jiuzhong Jiaoxiong: "Ah ... ah ... big brother ah ah !!!"

Yunyi Baichuan clasped his hands firmly on the broken wall, his eyes were red, his body was surging with energy and blood, his whole body was trembling, and he asked himself over and over in his heart why he was so depressed and wasted his time that he was powerless at this moment.

Guilt and self-loathing, remorse is unbearable, seeing the younger sister crying helplessly while holding the elder brother's body, but he dare not show up--what face does he have to show up!

"Yu Zun..."

Several surviving boxers supported each other and surrounded them. Seeing the tragic death of the leader, they all expressed grief and indignation.

"Master Que, my condolences."

"Big brother, big brother... woo..." Lingxi's finger flaws were severely injured, and every time he was in excruciating pain, he passed out under the agitation of emotions.

"Master Que... Sigh."

Several boxers looked at each other, shook their heads and sighed, and after burying the Nine Fingers, they were going to return to Nanzong with Consonance Finger Flaw for help.

Just when the few people were about to leave, Dongjun Mu Zhengrong appeared majestically, with a look of surprise on his face: "This? How could this be?! What happened?"

Mu Zhengrong, as a master of gossip heart flow, has frequent contacts with Quan Yu. Everyone in Quan Yu knows Dong Jun, and they are all overjoyed to see him coming: "Dong Jun is here, great, the matter It's so..."

After listening to their story, Mu Zhengrong showed grief and indignation, and then suggested: "Master Que is seriously injured and urgently needs medical treatment. Why don't you hand her over to me and report this matter to Yuanzong Liuxiang."

"That's fine, there is Mr. Lao Dong."

Several boxers did not suspect him, and immediately handed the Lingxi Finger to Mu Zhengrong.

The trick succeeded, a stern look quickly flashed across Mu Zhengrong's eyes, he suppressed the excitement in his heart, and left the boxing area with his fingers in his arms.

Halfway through the journey, the strategist blocked the way.

"You really want to take her away?"

"This is the condition we negotiated before."

"Hmph, I guess it's hard for her to do it alone, so it's up to you."

The two met for a short time, and then left separately; in the dark, Huai Pomeng supported Yun Yi Baichuan, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"Do you recognize the brother-killing enemy?"

"..."

Yunyi Baichuan didn't say a word, the hatred in his eyes was almost poisonous.

Yuan Wuxiang Fang and Sen Prison Shuanglingdi had finished their fierce battle, and were discussing their next plan with fellow Taoists, when a frantic shadow suddenly fell in front of him.

"Ruyi, you..."

Yuan Wuxiang started talking, and Yuan Yucheng asked in a hurry: "Don't talk nonsense, let me ask you, where's your mother?!"

"Huh?" Yuan Wuxiang was stunned for a moment, and then he vaguely realized something in the blink of an eye, and frowned slightly: "What are you talking about?"

Yuan Yucheng was very anxious, and he didn't care about the presence of outsiders, and even forgot the lie he made up, and said angrily: "Mother left Yaowang Valley to help you, where is she now?!"

"A Yuan... still alive?"

Yuan Wuxiang was stunned for a moment.

"Yes, alive, alive! What about people? Talk! Didn't she come to see you?"

The father and son confronted each other, and the onlookers of the Daomen looked at the black-haired young man who was seven points similar to the head of the silver dart in amazement, thought to themselves, and kept silent in a tacit understanding.

"I...have never met your mother." Yuan Wuxiang sorted out his chaotic thoughts, frowned even tighter, and a sliver of anger rose up in his heart, wanting to ask why Yuan Yucheng lied to himself, but cared about others On the side, it's not easy to have a seizure, so he forced himself to calm down: "When did she leave Yaowang Valley?"

"I... I don't know either." Yuan Yuchen turned his face away angrily.If he had obeyed his mother's order and came to help earlier, he would not have labored his mother to go out of the valley in person.

Yuan Wuxiang took a deep breath, trying to calm down the panic and faint anger in his heart.

A Yuan is still alive, but his whereabouts are unknown.

——Ruyi, the brat! ! !

Everyone felt that the atmosphere was about to collapse, and another young man rushed into the Shura field in a hurry, and opened his mouth to say——

"Master, the Fist Domain was attacked, Master Zhu Zhang was taken to Xiongshan by Dong Jun, and Master Mistress is treating her, she asked you to go... Junior Brother? Are you back?"

Mo Xunzong, who didn't know what to do, looked at this and then that, and then he realized that no one had told Master that his wife was still alive before?

Mo Xunxing was a little embarrassed for a while, he hesitated and said: "Uh, Master...Master, she..."

Before the words fell, two shadows, one white and one black, quickly turned into light and left.

For the woman doctor who called Mrs. Yuan who suddenly appeared on the way, Mu Zhengrong had rare thoughts of killing.

"How can you prove that you are the wife of Yuan Wuxiang?"

The sick and weak woman coughed a few times, waved her sleeves and raised a gust of poisonous wind, turning the nearby vegetation into a piece of withered, and then said calmly: "Everyone in Taoism knows my name 'poison doctor', is this proof enough?"

"I heard that Mrs. Yuan has passed away long ago."

Mu Zhengrong held the consonance and fingered flaws, unwilling to let go no matter what.

"It's okay if Dongjun doesn't believe it, but it means Xia needs medical treatment. Men and women are different. I will go with you to Xiongshan to help take care of it. You can go to seek medical treatment and the emperor can come and watch." Mu Xinyuan coughed twice: "By the way, I also want to ask Dong Jun what happened to the fist domain."

It's not far from Xiongshan Mountain, Mu Zhengrong thought a lot, thinking to himself that if he entered Xiongshan Mountain, he would have his own way to deal with this woman, and he silently agreed.

Stepping into Baizhangling, he wanted to use the formation to throw Mu Xinyuan away, but Mu Xinyuan seemed not to be affected by the five elements and eight trigrams, and followed him to the residence without stopping.

Mu Zhengrong was deeply scheming, seeing her so calm, he wondered if she had a plan, and it was inconvenient to do it right away, so he let go of his flaws, pretended that he was out to seek medical treatment, and then turned around and changed into a hooded attire Come and attack.

Although Mu Xinyuan is not good at fighting, she has used poison to nourish blood and cleanse her veins for many years in order to protect her body. Her poison skills have reached the peak.

When the two were fighting, Yuan Wuxiang and his son arrived at the same time.

"A Yuan!"

The leader of the Silver Dart struck out in anger, his palm burst out with force, and Mu Zhengrong immediately pulled away when he saw this.

Mu Xinyuan put away his poisonous skills and silently looked at Yuan Wuxiang.

At first sight of a familiar figure, Yuan Wuxiang was stunned and didn't know where to start. Thinking of the years of ignorance of the truth, he felt a little bit wronged and bitter; seeing her paler and thinner than he remembered, like a dead leaf in the wind, he felt that he had no complaints Qualifications.

"The original has no homeland."

Mu Xinyuan's eyes felt slightly hot, and she called out softly.

With just a soft call, Yuan Wuxiang immediately felt that his psychological defense was about to collapse, avoiding Mu Xinyuan's sight, his throat was slightly choked.

Mu Xinyuan turned his head to the unconscious light bulb and said, "Ruyi, go and see your uncle's injury."

Yuan Yucheng gave a "tsk" with a displeased face, and the boss reluctantly bypassed his parents who were still resting and went to the inner room to heal Lingxi's finger flaws.

Mu Xinyuan stepped forward, lightly held Yuan Wuxiang's arms, lowered her head, and said softly, "I... didn't mean to hide it from you."

"I know, it's... Ruyi... He has a grudge against me." After many years of husband and wife, although Yuan Wuxiang could understand Mu Xinyuan's painstaking efforts, she still couldn't help but feel sour—she should have shared the same adversity, but she chose to bear it alone, Even if it is to keep him from being distracted and from hurting his mind, it makes him feel even more incompetent.

Thousands of emotions finally turned into one sentence: "...It's good that you come back."

Mu Xinyuan looked up at him, and could see his mood from his pretended calm expression, but it was inconvenient to talk deeply for a while, so she said helplessly: "This child Ruyi was congenitally deficient when he was young, so I inevitably indulged him a bit. With such a temper... don't be as knowledgeable as him."

"How do you care about your own flesh and blood." Yuan Wuxiang paused, still annoyed: "But he shouldn't say you..."

"You also said, don't argue with him." Mu Xinyuan held his hand tightly, and her tone became more gentle: "I have something important to tell you later, let's see how Zhixia is."

"Ah."

Yuan Wuxiang pulled out his arm, held Mu Xinyuan's palm with his backhand, and walked in together.

Yuan Yucheng had just finished administering acupuncture to Lingxi's finger flaws, seeing his parents clasped hands, intimate, no matter how they looked at him, he was upset, stepped back with his mouth pursed, and sulked at the air.

——Once again, Lao Tzu and his son are natural enemies!

"You suspect that Ge Xianchuan is not dead?!" In the misty rain and setting sun, Yuan Wuxiang was shocked: "How is this possible?"

"It's just a guess." Mu Xinyuan held the thermos with a calm expression: "I checked his tomb—it was empty."

"If your guess is true, what is his purpose for doing this?! According to Jiumian Chenyi, it was Baopuzi who colluded with him to frame Ge Xianchuan. Could it be that Jiumian Chenyi is also lying?"

"It depends on the results of Daokui's investigation."

Mu Xinyuan tightened the thermos in her hand, still feeling a bit cold; Yuan Wuxiang saw that her body seemed to be trembling slightly, turned around and fetched an old clothes to put on her, quite worried: "Your body..."

Mu Xinyuan lowered her voice: "This body is exhausted."

"...A Yuan!"

Yuan Wuxiang was shocked, and the truth in his mind was thrown out of the sky.

"Hush..." Mu Xinyuan raised her index finger, motioned him to whisper, and said with a light smile: "If it's broken, replace it with a new one, don't be surprised."

Yuan Wuxiang stretched out his arms to embrace her, and lowered his eyes silently: "It's time for childbirth..."

"Not exactly. You also know my past state. I gave birth to a wishful baby, but it accelerated the process."

"...You shouldn't lie to me."

"Don't hide it," Mu Xinyuan leaned on his shoulder, and said slowly, "I won't hide it from now on."

The two were cuddling each other, just at the time when they were lingering, and suddenly there was bang bang bang knocking on the door again in the misty rain and setting sun.

Yuan Wuxiang rarely had a trace of displeasure flashing across his face.

Mo Xunxing opened the door, but saw Dao Kuiyang Qianche waiting outside the door with the most negative hero whose life was hanging by a thread.

"Is Mrs. Yuan here?"

The idle black-haired young man poked out half of his head, and said in a strange way: "Come in, come in, you guys are really troublesome. Tsk... there are a lot of housework, and you talk about fighting against the Black Sea."

The young man muttered, Yuan Wuxiang and Yang Qianche were a little embarrassed, Mu Xinyuan shouted: "Ruyi."

The young man stopped talking.

Yuan Wuxiang doubtfully said, "Daokui, the worst hero is..."

"Hey, it's hard to say... saving lives first."

With Yuan Yucheng present, Mu Xinyuan naturally didn't have to do anything, the black needle penetrated into his body, and quickly mended the wound on the worst hero, and finally stabilized his heart.

Only then did Yang Qianche feel relieved, and recounted the incident to Yuan Wuxiang with guilt.

He received a letter from Mu Xinyuan saying that Ge Xianchuan's death was suspicious, so he went to ask the worst hero - because he had already noticed that the worst hero had a sudden personality change after the Daoqiang War, and he had a friendship with Ge Xianchuan deep.

The most negative hero did not reveal a word, Yang Qianche was helpless, ready to find another clue.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he left, he found that the worst hero was in a hurry to go out. On the way, he encountered a master of the Tianqiang tribe who came looking for revenge. After the battle, the worst hero was injured, and a masked man appeared.

Yang Qianche was quietly at the side, and it seemed that the two of them were quite familiar with the Daoqiang War and the North-South War, but they had a disagreement and finally made a move.

The most negative hero has reservations, but the opponent has murderous thoughts, and his moves are brutal, and finally he unleashes the five-yang sword style to kill him.

The guess in Yang Qianche's heart has been confirmed, and he immediately rescued the most negative hero.

After listening to the whole process, Yuan Wuxiang was stunned at first, then numb, and finally furious.

"Ge Xianchuan... This is trampling on the life of my Southern Sect like an ant! Also, the most ungrateful hero actually covered it up for him for many years. What does he take our friendship as fellow practitioners?!"

"Yuan Wuxiang, I know how you feel. As a member of the Northern Sect, I am deeply sorry and sorry for this. But this matter still needs to be discussed in the long run. Can we investigate after the most responsible hero wakes up?"

Yuan Wuxiang was about to burst into anger, and finally restrained himself with reason: "Yes."

Yang Qianche sighed softly, and straightened his thinking: "At present, the forest prison is rampant, and the integration of Daoist sects is imperative. Regardless of the results of the investigation, I will persuade Beizong to negotiate peace with Nanzong. Daozhen has been separated for many years, and it is time to return. Unified."

"This is something that must be done. Daokui has this heart, and I personally thank you in advance. But for the peace talks, Daokui and Daopan will make a decision after a while."

Yang Qianche was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately remembered Yuan Wuxiang's embarrassing situation in the Southern Sect, and all this was probably rooted in the actions of Ge Xianchuan in the Northern Sect, and became more emotional.

"The most unworthy hero, please, everyone. I will go back to Beizong to call Liufei to discuss this matter."

"Daokui, stay here." Mu Xinyuan said suddenly, "I have a suggestion."

"Madam Yuan, please tell me."

"Don't tell Tired Shoutian about Ge Xianchuan for now. With his personality, it's inevitable that he will frighten evil spirits or fall into schemes."

"Hmm..." Yang Qianche pondered for a moment, then nodded and said, "I've made a note of it."

After Yuan Wuxiang calmed down, he also went to the agreed place to meet Daoxuan and Daoling, and continued to deal with Prince Xuanxiao.

After sending Yuan Wuxiang away, Mu Xinyuan turned around and asked, "Ruyi, what is the injury of the worst hero?"

"The heart is stable, but the meridian is seriously damaged, and it is a little difficult to restore it to its original state."

"Really?" Mu Xinyuan looked indifferent: "Don't worry about his meridians, just hang on to his life."

"Huh?!" Yuan Yuchen was slightly taken aback.

The rules of Medicine King Valley, do not reject patients, do their best to treat them, he doesn't follow them very much when he walks in the rivers and lakes by himself, but Niang is the best in carrying out it, so she suddenly made such a statement, which surprised him.

Mu Xinyuan looked at the most negative hero lying on the bed, and said lightly: "Your father never cares about others, but it doesn't mean I don't care. I am afraid that in the heart of the most negative hero, Ge Xianchuan is his fellow practitioner, Nanzong , Beizong, Tired Shoutian, your father...no one is as important as Ge Xianchuan——in that case, what should Wu Zhi do for him? He always has to pay the price for what he does."

"Tsk...protect your weaknesses." Yuan Yucheng put away the mysterious needle, and helped Mu Xinyuan out of the ward in a sour manner, muttering in his mouth: "Mother, your partiality is so biased."

In the room, the most negative hero who had been in a coma quietly opened his eyes, and a tear slipped down the pillow.

He was wrong.

And make mistakes again and again.

... deserves to pay the price.

The author has something to say:

I originally planned to end this chapter, but after looking at the content, it seems that I can't finish it. Ah, let's just let it go, there is not much content left.