After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

The blood was scattered everywhere, and Luo Yunzhang backed away in time to avoid being harmed.

After Qi Wuyou took the shot, he turned sideways and hid behind the tree trunk, sighing in his heart: The hero's current strength is good, but his mind is too simple.

Moxiu's mind is treacherous, and he doesn't care about the death of others, so how can he not be more careful when fighting them?

If he hadn't been there just now, the little padded jacket would have fallen into the way of that demon cultivator.

Luo Yunzhang calmly swept towards the direction where the stone was thrown, pursed his lower lip in annoyance for his miscalculation just now, and set off to catch up with the magician who wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Moxiu is a man in his 30s, with disheveled hair, blood-red eyes, and a strong bloody smell from his body. One can tell from afar that he has killed a lot.

At first, he was chased and hid everywhere, throwing corpses to shield himself from the knife. Later, he found that there was only one pursuer, a young man, and stopped angrily, and drew out the scimitar from his waist.

The blade of the scimitar was blood red, exuding a strange air.

"Huitian" got out of its sheath, Luo Yunzhang asked: "The townspeople in Longyin Town are missing, but what did you do?"

Longyin Town was originally under the jurisdiction of Longyinzong, and Longyinzong avoided the world, so Longyin Town became a no-nonsense zone.

Even if there are surrounding sects rushing to help, it is always too late to deal with it, so it is very easy to be targeted by demon cultivators and monsters.

Moxiu was injured by others and fled here to recuperate. He caught a few hunters to nourish himself with the blood of others, but he didn't expect that a few little babies came to spoil his good deeds halfway.

He grinned at the corner of his purple-black mouth, and said in a dark voice: "So what? I want to give you a way to survive, but you want to die, so I will sacrifice you—"

After Luo Yunzhang said "yes", he didn't listen any more, he drew his sword and went up. Moxiu didn't finish his harsh words, so he quickly raised his sword to fight.

In terms of strength, Demon Cultivator is slightly better than Luo Yunzhang, and his tricks are ruthless, leaving no room for harm.

Luo Yunzhang was calm. Although it was the first time he had experienced a life-and-death battle, he was neither impatient nor impatient.

Qi Wuyou waited and watched from behind the tree holding a few pebbles, his heart skipped a beat.

Several times, I felt that Luo Yunzhang was about to be scraped off by the demon cultivator's knife, and almost threw the stone in his hand, but Luo Yunzhang was always able to defuse the demon cultivator's offensive before he made a move. Handy trend.

The more stable Luo Yunzhang was, the more anxious the demon cultivator became. Fighting was not an option—he knew that Luo Yunzhang had companions, and the explosion just now was quite loud, which might attract others.

He is not sure how to deal with an opponent, and someone else joins the battle...

Moxiu was in a bad mood, feigned a move, waved his sleeves, sprayed a cloud of poisonous mist, and took the opportunity to flee north.

Luo Yunzhang held his breath to avoid the poisonous mist, Yujian chased Moxiu, and came all the way to the periphery of Longyinzong shrouded in clouds and mist.

Qi Wuyou was worried that he would not have a chance to get close to here, and then he came, and when he looked up, he saw the giant in the clouds above, and his heart beat heavily.

He didn't feel it when he was far away, but at this moment, facing Long Yinzong who was shrouded in mist and looked like a giant boat in the clouds, he came up with an idea for no reason——

This cloud of fog... seems a bit strange.

Luo Yunzhang held Huitian in his hand, and turned around in a circle, but he couldn't find any trace of Moxiu.

Just as he was about to leave to search elsewhere, he glanced at something out of the corner of his eye, turned around quickly, walked quickly to a place close to the fog, and swiped his hand, a scimitar with a blood-red blade appeared in his hand.

It is the sword of Moxiu.

In the world of cultivating immortals, no matter the demon cultivator or the orthodox monk, they all cherish their weapons very much. Even if they are chased, they will not throw away their weapons, right?

Luo Yunzhang lowered his head to think, and suddenly felt a gust of cold air spread up his legs, and a wisp of white mist wrapped around the scimitar in his hand like a tentacle.

He was stunned, and raised his head, but saw a large cloud of mist approaching him at some point, as if a giant beast opened its mouth and rushed towards him!

Whirring whirring--

His ears were filled with the sound of the wind, and before he could make a sound to call out to Master, he was swallowed by the dense fog in the blink of an eye.

When he reacted, he found himself in a white space where he couldn't see his fingers.

"..."

Luo Yunzhang called out: "Master?"

No echo.

The cold soaked through his clothes, and he wanted to go back along the way he came, but no matter how far he went, the surrounding white mist was like a shadow, not thin.

There was silence around him, as if...he had been abandoned by this world.

Qi Wuyou watched Luo Yunzhang disappear with his own eyes.

At that time, he was wondering what was wrong with the white mist, and when he noticed that the white mist rolled up Luo Yunzhang, he immediately threw the flower bone fan, trying to cut off the mist.

But it was too late, the flower bone fan cut to the mountain wall, drew a piece of sparks on the mountain wall, and returned to his hand, and Luo Yunzhang disappeared before the mountain wall as if he had never existed. Not a trace of breath remained.

Qi Wuyou flew up to the white mist, did not dare to approach rashly, and called out: "Luo Yunzhang?"

The white mist in front of him continued to swim as if nothing had happened.

The scene of the white mist "eating people" was too weird, Qi Wuyou waved his hand, grabbed a few leaves from the tree, and threw them at the mist. The leaves were not swallowed, but passed through the mist and fell to the ground.

"..."

Qi Wuyou felt a little suffocated, and found that he hadn't breathed since Luo Yunzhang was taken away by the white mist until the leaves fell to the ground.

Slowly spitting out the depression in his chest, he looked up at the white mist in front of him: "..."

Something happened.

He lost the hero.

This paragraph is a plot that is not in the original book, which means that the development of things is completely out of the control of "world consciousness", and there is no information for Qi Wuyou to refer to.

Why did Long Yinzong's fog "eat" Luo Yunzhang?

More importantly, when the "world consciousness" is there, it will try to preserve the characters in the plot as much as possible. Now that its hand cannot reach here, can the safety of the male lead be absolutely guaranteed?

"..."

The white mist shrouded Long Yinzong, after all, it was inseparable from Long Yinzong.

The hero's life and his life can be said to be tied together, and Luo Yunzhang must not be allowed to be in danger alone.

Qi Wuyou lowered his heart, raised his imperial fan, and flew into the dense mist.

At first, the fog surrounded him and did not touch him. He could see the forest outside through the gaps in the fog.

Gradually, the fog thickened, enveloping him completely, covering the green forest outside, leaving only a thick dead white in front of his eyes.

As long as anyone has eyes, he knows that there is something wrong with the fog, Qi Wuyou didn't stop, but continued to move forward.

The space covered with white mist is very similar to the pure white room in the movie, with the same concentration in all directions, but he can feel the existence of a road from the overwhelming thick fog.

The road was not what he saw with his eyes.

It was the "mind's eye", or in other words, the "Fang Wai's eye" who helped him see it.

The moment he "seeed" the road, Qi Wuyou understood the origin of this white mist——

Although this white mist is not as obvious as Wen Qingyun's two formations set up by Xiaoyao Xianzong, and he has been flying in it for so long, but he has not found the formation eye, but his golden finger was opened, and when he saw the clouds for the first time, His instinctive palpitations are enough to explain the problem.

——The cloud covering the Longyin Sect is nothing but an incomparably huge phantom array!

Qi Wuyou walked along the road, and the more he walked, the more frightened he became: This phantom array is too big, if he doesn't have a professional counterpart like "Fang Wai's Eye", it is impossible to find the exit.

Which monk is so powerful that he can create a phantom array covering the entire Long Yinzong?What is the purpose of this person's formation?Is Long Yinzong's escape from the world related to this phantom array?He didn't meet Luo Yunzhang all the way here, did Luo Yunzhang get lost?

"..."

There is no reference to the scenery in the white mist, and there is a dead silence.

In such an environment, people will gradually lose their sense of time and space, as if a few days have passed in the blink of an eye, and the confusion of time and space can easily damage the spirit.

When Qi Wuyou was pondering the phantom formation, he was in a daze for a moment, as if he had exhausted a thousand sails.

An unspeakable melancholy filled with the vicissitudes of life in his heart, all kinds of pictures he remembered and did not remember appeared one after another in his mind, almost making him unable to remember who he was.

After realizing this, Qi Wuyou rang alarm bells in his heart.

He has a golden finger, and he can only see the "way out".

Luo Yunzhang doesn't know where he is in the formation now, if he loses consciousness during the search, both of them will have to stay here.

The exit must be found as soon as possible.

He quickly restrained his mind and counted his heartbeats.

After flying for about half an hour in the white mist along the way out seen by "Fang Wai's Eye", the fog ahead became thinner and thinner, and a gleam of light appeared.

He hurriedly flew towards the bright place, pierced through the rising clouds and mist, and the wind brought by him scattered the clouds and mist at the exit like fine sand.

The hazy whiteness in front of my eyes finally faded, replaced by the ancient bluestone floor and row upon row of fairy houses.

Flying in the white mist illusion for too long, Qi Wuyou's eyes couldn't adapt to the light outside for a while.

The moment he saw the light, he raised his hand to block it in front of his eyes, and at this moment he heard a series of clanging and clanging sounds of swords being drawn.

This group of people seemed to have been waiting here for a long time. In just a few breaths, there were more than a dozen icy air coming from the tip of the sword, gathering from all directions and pointing at him.

A hoarse person in front of him scolded: "Who dares to break into our Long Yinzong? Hurry up and report your name!"

Good guy, this is directly breaking into other people's base camp!

Qi Wuyou calmly used spiritual energy to protect his vitals, and moved away the hand that was blocking his eyes.

He was surrounded by more than a dozen monks in apricot-yellow robes.

Just now when he heard Long Yinzong, he felt that the person who spoke was full of confidence. He thought that he had encountered some elite soldiers, and he was even mentally prepared to fight first before speaking. When he saw the faces of these people clearly, Can't help but be taken aback——

What's the matter with these people?

Is it...too haggard?

——The dozen monks in apricot-yellow robes surrounded him were old and young, the old one was about 50 or [-] years old, and the young one was turned upside down, fourteen or five years old.

No matter young or old, everyone looked tired and dusty from head to toe.

Not to mention monks, even some mortals in good health are more energetic than them.

It was a middle-aged man with a goatee who spoke just now.

Seeing that Qi Wuyou didn't answer, he just stared at them in a daze, and moved forward with the foot in front of him, and the tip of his sword approached Qi Wuyou, and then shouted: "Who is coming! Don't answer, don't ask Blame us for being rude!"

Qi Wuyou: "..."

You're really welcome, it's you who suffer.

Just looking at the sluggish appearance of this group of people, tied together, I'm afraid it's not enough for him to fight alone.

This group of Long Yinzong monks also seemed to understand the gap in cultivation between them.

Although more than a dozen people pointed their swords at him, their eyes were so nervous that they seemed to have no confidence.

The goatee swallowed with a serious expression—the crowd suppression and the first move have been used, and this person has not been intimidated, so what should he do next?

He glanced at Qi Wuyou, and saw that Qi Wuyou was full of aura and radiant. Compared with them, he looked like the rising sun in an ink painting.

Although he can't see his cultivation level, just looking at his outfit, he can tell that he is not a mediocre person. If he is to be angered, they are a group of old, weak, sick and disabled, and it will be terrible if they really fight.

The goatee's eyes rolled wildly, thinking about how to be submissive without being so obvious.

Unexpectedly, Qi Wuyou was one step ahead of him, and said kindly: "The next casual cultivator, in order to find my disciples, strayed into the precious land and disturbed fellow Taoists, I hope fellow Taoists will forgive me."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was warm, his attitude was gentle and elegant, his demeanor and temperament were not like those of a belligerent, and it was very easy to arouse the favor of others.

The apprehensive disciples all around relaxed their hearts and looked at the goatee in unison.

Goatee's confidence is like a spring, he is strong when others are weak.

In the last second, he thought that Qi Wuyou was going to make a move, and racked his brains trying to calm things down, but when he heard that Qi Wuyou bowed his head, as if he was being reasonable, he suddenly stiffened.

Pointing at Qi Wuyou, he said: "Long Yinzong has not seen anyone for many years, your disciple is not here, you can look elsewhere!"

If not necessary, Qi Wuyou doesn't want to cause trouble in other people's territory.

He tried to be as approachable as possible, and said in a good manner: "I saw my disciple being swallowed by the cloud and mist formation outside the noble sect with my own eyes. I should still be wandering in the cloud and mist at this moment. This formation...has a lot of influence on people's minds. Worried about the disciple, please fellow Taoists release him."

Goatee said: "I don't know what formation you are talking about. It has nothing to do with our Long Yinzong. Whoever set up the formation, you can go to whoever! Please leave immediately, otherwise, don't blame us for being rude!"

A vein twitched on Qi Wuyou's forehead: "..."

You can't speak well, can you?

He landed on the ground, pulled out the flower bone fan from his waist and waved his hand. These disciples were not good at cultivation, their legs were unstable, and they fell all over the place.

The goatee staggered, but fortunately he stuck his sword to the ground in time, otherwise he would not escape the fate of a dog chewing mud.

He was shocked and said: "You—! You dare to fight against Long Yinzong, are you going to be an enemy of our Long Yinzong!"

Qi Wuyou closed his fan and said: "I have no intention of becoming an enemy of Long Yinzong. As I said just now, I strayed into the noble sect just to find someone. As long as you return my disciples, I wish to leave immediately."

Goatee was anxious and frightened, and said angrily, "I told you we really don't have your disciples here, you—"

At this moment, an old and ethereal voice came from a distant palace: "Is it unreasonable to have a friend from afar? Zhou Kun, don't be rude to the distinguished guest."

The goatee stopped talking abruptly, turned around in surprise and looked in the direction of the palace, and said with amnesty: "Sovereign, you have left the customs!"

metropolitan?

Is the suzerain of Long Yinzong?

Just as Qi Wuyou was curious, he felt a wave of buoyant aura blowing along with the wind, and his heart was instantly refreshed.

In contrast, he suddenly realized that the concentration of spiritual energy in Long Yinzong was quite thin. Since he entered the white mist formation, the spiritual energy could only go out but not in, and the consumption rate was much faster than usual outside.

He suppressed his doubts and looked at the direction where the aura was coming, and saw an old man with white beard and hair coming from a distance with a sword, and landed in front of the disciples of Long Yinzong.

The book does not describe the suzerain of Longyin Sect in detail, but only mentions that his surname is Long. Fifteen years ago, he was a monk who could compete with the "Three Immortals of Xiaoyao", and his combat power was about a or s-.

But the old man in front of Qi Wuyou, although his body is full of spiritual energy and his body is very straight, the skin on his face is wrinkled and dry like tree bark, with various scars all over it.

In the setting of "The Villain", the appearance and cultivation level of monks in the world of cultivating immortals are linked.

The higher the level of cultivation, the longer it will last. Once you look old, it means that you are going downhill. When you are old to this level, you are about to become a feather.

This... Will he survive until six or seven years later when the hero comes to him and destroys Long Yinzong?

When Qi Wuyou looked at the suzerain of Longyin sect, the suzerain of Longyin sect was also looking at him with cloudy eyes.

With a goatee to rely on, he stood up straight with his sword and said: "Sovereign, this person just now—"

The Sect Master of Longyin Sect raised his hand, stopped his words, and said: "I already know that you are not needed here, so you can take your brothers and sisters back to practice."

Goatee hesitated to speak, turned his head to look at Qi Wuyou a little dissatisfied, and went to help his fellow disciple who was lying on the ground, and they walked away step by step.

Qi Wuyou and the suzerain of Longyin Sect were the only two left on the large open bluestone slab.

After all, he is a character not mentioned much in the book, Qi Wuyou doesn't know him very well, so he can't help being a little nervous.

After a pause, he said: "Since your Excellency already knows what happened just now, you should know that I am only looking for someone, and there is absolutely no malice. It is a helpless act to do this. I hope your Excellency will understand."

The lord of the Long Yin Sect did not speak, but stared at him with a pair of yellow eyes that were soaked with tears all the time.

Qi Wuyou panicked from being stared at, and all kinds of movie scenes went through in his mind. He always felt that these were a pair of dead eyes, and a fly would land on them in the next second, and the back of his head was numb from his own imagination.

After all, it was the person who killed the hero's father, and he must not be deceived by this kind of old man and treat him as a kind grandfather.

Qi Wuyou secretly mobilized spiritual energy to prevent him from suddenly attacking.

At this moment, those eyes narrowed, and the white beard trembled below. The Sect Master of Longyin Sect smiled and said: "Mr. Lan Fang, seeing once is not as good as hearing a hundred times. The world of cultivating immortals is indeed a generation of talented people, and the future generations will be fearsome."

"!"

Qi Wuyou said in astonishment: "Your Excellency knows that I am..."

The head of the Longyin Sect said: "Naturally, the Longyin Sect has only been away from the world for 15 years, and the old man is not so ignorant that he has never even heard of a flower bone fan."

Qi Wuyou swept across the flower bone fan at his waist, it turned out that there was a trick here, and hurriedly said: "The younger generation falsely reported the sect because of worry—"

The Sect Master of Longyin Sect knew what he was going to say, and interrupted: "What happened in the past is really the fault of the old man, and the old man has already suffered retribution, Mr. Lan Fang does not need to shy away from it."

He didn't intend to talk more about this topic, so he pulled the topic back and said: "If the old man's ears are still sharp and he heard correctly, Mr. Lan Fang seems to be here for his disciples."

Qi Wuyou couldn't care less about the matter of retribution, and immediately said: "Exactly."

Sect Master Long pondered: "Just now, a monk was indeed absorbed by the white mist formation."

Qi Wuyou said: "That person is the junior's disciple, and I have to trouble the senior to release him."

The world of cultivating immortals likes to rank seniority, and this Dragon Sect Master especially cares about these.

Now that he has recognized himself, Qi Wuyou calmly called him senior, so it was a good idea.

Hearing him call senior, Sect Master Long's eyes flashed, and he said: "The white mist array mistakenly swallowed a monk, and Long Yinzong should return it, but..."

Qi Wuyou said: "Senior, if there is any inconvenience, you may as well speak up."

Sect Master Long shook his head: "It's not difficult to return Lord Lan Fang's disciples, it's really... hey." He sighed and said: "I think Lord Lan Fang can also see that the time of the old man is not long. Will never make such a move.”

Qi Wuyou: "..."

Sect Master Long: "Mr. Lan Fang may not know that the Long Yin Sect retreated from the world as a last resort. I am not afraid of life and death alone. I am only afraid that after my death, the disciples of the sect will be affected, so I want to take advantage of this old bone. It's still useful, Yan Yan asked Lan Fangjun to help me, and leave a way for my Long Yinzong."

Qi Wuyou: "..."

what.

The translation of this sentence means: Your disciple is in my hands. I want to ask you for help now. Although I am very embarrassed, if you don't agree, I will trap your disciple to death in the white mist formation.

Knowing that the white mist array can't stay longer, but still using it to threaten, this old man is really not a kind person!

No matter what, he had to get Luo Yunzhang out of the white mist first.

Qi Wuyou smiled and said: "Senior, you are serious. The world of cultivating immortals is a family, and it is our duty to support each other. If you have anything to do, you can tell the senior, and the junior is duty-bound."

"Okay, okay!" Sect Master Long said two words "Okay" in succession, his beard trembling, as if he was very excited, he said: "Meeting Mr. Lan Fang here today is a chance for me, I believe that I have not made a mistake in entrusting you. People, with Lord Lan Fang's words, Long Yinzong may be saved!"

"..."

The more Sect Master Long boasted about himself, the more Qi Wuyou felt that what he entrusted was not simple.

He didn't know when he, a monk who couldn't even squeeze in the position of "Three Immortals of Freedom", would be able to get this praise.

There is no way, who let the hero be in the hands of others.

Qi Wuyou didn't respond to Sect Master Long's praise, and reminded him euphemistically: "The disciple of the younger generation..."

The goal was achieved, Sect Master Long said frankly: "The white mist array is not a place to wait for a long time, the old man has already picked up that little friend, Lan Fang-jun, please turn around and watch."

Qi Wuyou turned around quickly, only to see a cocoon of mist slowly falling from the sky above Long Yinzong.

He quickly reached out to pick it up, and the mist cocoon fell on his arm, and when the mist dissipated like silk, Luo Yunzhang, who had fallen into a coma, emerged from under the white mist.

"Senior, this..."

"When the old man found him, he was unconscious in the formation. Fortunately, he has not been in the formation for a long time, so there should be no serious problems or injuries. When he wakes up, take this sect's elixir and recuperate."

Sect Master Long said: "Mr. Lan Fang can place him here and stay here for a few days. It's just that the old man can have a reminiscence with Mr. Lan Fang."

Reminisce?I'm afraid they didn't even meet each other before, so what's the old story?

This is because he is afraid that he will break his promise and run away, and wants to keep him here first.

Qi Wuyou has the "eye outside the square" by his side, he can come and go freely, and he is not afraid of getting lost in the white mist.

His strength is not bad either, if Sect Master Long wants to stay, he may have a chance of winning if he puts all his efforts into it.

Presumably the old guy saw that he cared about Luo Yunzhang very much, so he used Luo Yunzhang to threaten him to stay.

The sentence "may be damaged" is very delicate.

Qi Wuyou didn't intend to just leave at first - he had to find Nan Gongli, so he said with a smile: "Then I'll have to bother senior for a while."

Luo Yunzhang was still in a coma, so Sect Master Long summoned Goatee and asked Goatee to take them to the guest room to settle down, and asked his disciples to prepare a spiritual meal, and invited Qi Wuyou to come to talk again in the evening.

After Qi Wuyou thanked him falsely, he left with the goatee.

The guest rooms are on the west side of the slate clearing, and several rooms are connected in series by a long corridor.

The goatee led the way, turning his head several times, his gaze seemingly indistinctly sweeping over the flower bone fan on Qi Wuyou's waist.

Qi Wuyou let him look at it a few times, and when he turned around for the sixth time, he asked, "Fellow Daoist, do you know this fan?"

The goatee was taken aback, and facing Shang Qi Wuyou's smiling gaze, he coughed awkwardly, and said, "I heard that there is a man named Lan Fangjun outside, who seems to use a fan."

Has the name of the original owner been passed on to Long Yinzong?

The goatee seemed to have only heard of a name, and didn't know the geometry of the original major, so he was so casual to him.

Qi Wuyou neither admitted nor denied it, and said: "No one has left the Long Yinzong sect for 15 years. As far as I know, Mr. Lan Fang was not famous 15 years ago. Where did fellow Taoists hear about his name?" of?"

The goatee muttered, "If you can't get out, you can't get in?"

"Huh?" Qi Wuyou seized the time to inquire about the news, and when he accepted the appointment at night, he had a good idea, and asked, "Didn't fellow Taoist just say that he hasn't seen anyone in years?"

The goatee stump, first he was habitually guilty, and then remembered that the suzerain had already left the customs, so he didn't need to be afraid of others, so he snorted and said: "If you don't save yourself from death, you are not worthy of being a human being."

Feelings are not untouched.

Those who have been here are not counted as people.

Qi Wuyou put on a posture of "willing to hear more about it", and said, "How do you say it?"

"Back then, Long Yinzong looked down on the entire world of cultivating immortals. There were countless people who came to pay homage to them, and the benefits of taking away were countless,"

The goatee has experienced the glorious period of Long Yinzong. When he mentioned the past, his face was full of pride, but when the painting style changed, his face fell down. stand up.

"Now that our sect is facing a catastrophe, this group of people will scatter like birds and beasts. If they are told to spread a word, they will not be willing to spread it to the outside world, for fear that it will affect me. Am I wrong?"

"Send a message? Why do you have to send a message, can't you go out by yourself?" Qi Wuyou asked.

Goatee said angrily: "Nonsense, if you can go out, do you still need to ask others?"

"Why is this?"

Could it be that the white mist formation outside the Longyin Sect is targeting even the disciples of this sect?

Goat Hu glanced at Qi Wuyou, with consideration in his eyes, "You are willing to stay, and I think you want to stay to help, so it's okay to tell you."

He paused and asked, "Have you heard of forbidden curses?"

"I heard something."

I just heard from Huazhuxue and the others a few days ago.

Goatee said: "I don't know who it is, cast a forbidden curse on Longyinzong, and all members of Longyinzong must not leave the sect, otherwise they will be dead in a different place."

Qi Wuyou was surprised: "Is this true?"

Goatee heard the doubts in his words, and said unhappily: "Why, are you going to say that the forbidden spell does not exist?"

Qi Wuyou: "..."

Is not it?

There is no mention of forbidden curses in "Villains" from beginning to end.

Furthermore, he heard Luo Yunzhang talking with Hua Shuxue and others that day, and he also said that the forbidden curse was just a legend in the world of cultivating immortals.

Seeing the goatee's face getting darker and darker, Qi Wuyou couldn't help but wonder: Could it be that the Long Yinzong's escape from the world is really related to the forbidden curse?

As soon as he thought about it, he couldn't answer in time.

The goatee is even more worry-free, as if someone is standing next to him and talking without back pain when he is going through adversity.

Just in front of the guest room, the goatee said unhappily: "You will stay here, if you need anything, you can ask the disciple Sansao."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and added in a moderate voice: "I hope he is really capable, our Long Yinzong can't afford so much for nothing."

Qi Wuyou didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he kicked open the door with his toes, and entered the guest room with Luo Yunzhang in his arms.

The rooms are cleaned frequently, and the inside is very clean and free of dust.

There was a bed and a couch in the room, Qi Wuyou put Luo Yunzhang on the couch and felt his pulse.

Counting this time, Qi Wuyou has taken care of the unconscious male lead for the third time.

The male protagonist is also really unlucky, since he passed through, he was either in a coma or on the way to a coma.

Fortunately, there are no major problems, and the recovery can be recovered, and the follow-up is also developing in a good direction.

Let's just pretend to be... faint and safe.

Luo Yunzhang's pulse was stable, and his aura was running normally, as the suzerain of Longyin Sect said, there was no major problem.

In order to help him wake up earlier, Qi Wuyou injected his spiritual energy into Luo Yunzhang's spiritual veins to drive his spiritual energy to circulate. After a few weeks, he withdrew his hand and looked at his palm.

A monk of his level, apart from meditating and breathing, is automatically absorbing the spiritual energy of the outside world around the clock.

When the spiritual energy is consumed, it will be replenished by itself. As long as the spiritual energy is not overdrawn at one time, the spiritual energy in the body will be inexhaustible.

The process of absorption and transformation is like spring rain at night, subtle and silent, almost equivalent to an instinctive reaction like breathing.

It was too common, so he seldom noticed it, but since he entered the territory of Long Yinzong, this automatic transformation process stopped.

Qi Wuyou raised his head to look at the beams of the roof, what appeared in front of his eyes was the formation of white mist covering Long Yinzong.

Not without worry, I thought: I hope this time, like the previous two times, the disaster can be turned into good luck.

Before the time agreed with Longyin Sect Master, he meditated on the couch to recover his spiritual power.

Meditating in Xianzong is like a fish swimming into the sea, and spiritual energy flows into the spiritual veins from all directions like a mighty waterfall.

While meditating in Long Yinzong, he was thrown ashore like a loach. The ground was cracked for several miles, and there was a small puddle the size of a palm only a hundred miles away.

If you want to absorb some spiritual energy, you have to travel through mountains and rivers, and the effort spent on the road is enough to make people exhausted.

After sitting in meditation for three hours, the spiritual energy has only recovered a little.

He heard a slight noise, opened his eyes suddenly, and found that the sky outside had already darkened.

With the moonlight cast into the room, Qi Wuyou saw Luo Yunzhang propped himself up and sat up from the bed, facing his direction, and called out: "Master?"

Qi Wuyou gave a "hmm", got up from the couch, came to the bedside, checked his pulse again, and said, "Do you still remember what happened?"

"Remember," Luo Yunzhang honestly asked Qi Wuyou to feel his pulse.

"tell me the story."

"After leaving Xianzong, this disciple went all the way to Longyin Town with all the brothers and sisters. On the fifth day after entering the forest around Longyin Town, the disciple chased a demon cultivator and came to Longyinzong, but was swallowed by a cloud of white mist. Into a sky full of white."

Speaking of this, Luo Yunzhang was a little hesitant: "This disciple seems... to be trapped in the white mist for a long, long time. I don't know when he passed out, and he came here after waking up." He smelled the cold fragrance that made him feel at ease.

Although Luo Yunzhang's cognition of time had a problem, he thought he had been trapped in the white mist for a long time, but he remembered clearly what happened before he fell into a coma, and he didn't speak upside down, so he shouldn't have been greatly affected.

Just to be on the safe side, Qi Wuyou asked: "Are there any shortcomings in past experience?"

Luo Yunzhang thought about it for a while, and said, "No."

"Yeah." There was nothing wrong with the pulse, Qi Wuyou put down his wrist and asked, "Is there something unusual about your body?"

Luo Yunzhang was silent for a while, then raised his head.

There was no candle in the room, and the star-like black eyes were coated with a layer of soft light by the moonlight.

This was the first time he looked directly at Master, knowing that Master was right in front of him, and could even feel the cool breath emanating from Master, but his eyes were completely dark.

Qi Wuyou also noticed that something was wrong, Luo Yunzhang's pupils were a little slack, and he thumped in his heart: "Your eyes—"

At the same time, Luo Yunzhang said calmly: "The disciple's eyes are gone."

Qi Wuyou: "..."

He immediately gathered spiritual energy in the palm of his hand, covering Luo Yunzhang's eyes, manipulating the spiritual energy to run through his eyes, and after a while, he asked, "What about now?"

Luo Yunzhang blinked, shook his head and said, "I still can't see it."

Qi Wuyou took out the elixir that could cure all kinds of poisons from his belt, pinched one and pushed it to Luo Yunzhang's mouth, Luo Yunzhang swallowed the elixir carefully.

After waiting anxiously for a while, Qi Wuyou guessed that the medicine would soon take effect, and asked, "Now?"

Luo Yunzhang was silent, but still shook his head: "I can't see it."

"..."

How could this be?

Qi Wuyou's heart sank.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Qi Wuyou quickly thought about whether there was any way to cure Luo Yunzhang's blindness, pursed his lips and unconsciously looked at Luo Yunzhang.

In fact, when Luo Yunzhang sat up from the bed and looked over, he should have noticed something was wrong.

Normally Luo Yunzhang would never look directly at him, if he could see him, with Luo Yunzhang's temperament, he would immediately get out of bed and salute to thank him, instead of sitting quietly on the bed and waiting for him to come over.

Ever since he found out that he was blind, Luo Yunzhang neither cried nor annoyed, and just sat quietly on the bed.

He didn't know whether to say that the male protagonist is not chaotic in the face of danger, or that he is slow to respond.

Until now, Qi Wuyou saw the moonlight illuminating half of Luo Yunzhang's face——

Luo Yunzhang's expression was calm, he didn't look panicked at all, as if he didn't care if he would go on blind like this forever.

Only the hand that was pressed on the bed, clenched until the knuckles turned white, could reveal the panic in his heart.

That's right, no matter how calm Luo Yunzhang is, he is only a 15-year-old boy.

The eyes suddenly lost their sight, and it was impossible not to be afraid.

He substituted it a little bit, imagining how he would feel when he woke up one day and suddenly it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

Just thinking about it makes me feel hopeless, and I will never be as calm as Luo Yunzhang.

"..."

This is the "may be damaged" that Sect Master Long said.

Qi Wuyou sighed softly, stretched out his hand, patted his head lightly, and comforted him gently: "Your eyes should be affected by the mist outside the Longyin Sect, there is a good teacher here, and I will help you find it." Solution, don't worry."

When his hand fell on the top of Luo Yunzhang's head, Luo Yunzhang trembled in shock, and said in a low voice: "Yes, Master."

This is not an order, so what's the point of "yes"?

Qi Wuyou was speechless for a while, so he had to take two more shots to try to calm his emotions.

Luo Yunzhang was still stiff at first, but when his hand with gentle strength touched the top of his head, the fear in his heart was strangely resolved, and the tightly clenched hands loosened unconsciously.

——With Master around, the darkness doesn't seem so scary.

When the goatee knocked on the door to remind Qi Wuyou to go to the appointment, he was flipping through a book of medical techniques he found in his belt.

Although he knew that there was a high probability that Sect Master Long would have a solution, he also wanted to find a countermeasure as much as possible so as not to be too passive.

It's a pity that he tried all the methods mentioned in the medical books, but none of them worked.

He said "OK" when he heard the voice, then came to the bedside, and said to Luo Yunzhang: "The white mist array of Longyin Sect was probably set up by the suzerain, maybe he can cure your eyes, you come with me .”

"Yes, Master."

"..."

Qi Wuyou hesitated to speak, thought for a while, and said: "You don't have to be so cautious, as a teacher, you don't care about etiquette, and you don't have to be cautious in everything, just like your brothers and sisters, just be more casual."

"Yes, Master—" Luo Yunzhang agreed habitually, but stopped short of his words, with a dazed look on his face.

Only at this time, Luo Yunzhang looked like a boy, not a mature young adult.

Qi Wuyou said: "It doesn't matter, you can do as you feel comfortable."

Luo Yunzhang's thin lips parted slightly, as if he was about to repeat that old saying again, when the words came to his lips, he pursed his lips and nodded obediently.

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