refuse to be a teacher

When Yan Jue opened his eyes again, it was still dark.The jagged tree shadows around are all gray, as dark as deathly silence.

That time when Mo Fuqiu's true energy went berserk, his whole body was almost shaken away, and he was completely torn apart.Fortunately, the shadows of the branches in the mountains intertwined and criss-crossed, and it was possible to wait for a moment before the landing, so that the fall would not be too tragic.

After waking up to his consciousness just now, when he raised his head, he saw that the chaotic energy flowing all over the sky hadn't dissipated. Yan Jue said badly, and tried to get up to find Xue Lanyin's figure, but a layer of true energy blocked him. The undercurrent of the mountain road is turbulent, and it is impossible to grasp the direction of the way forward.

Yan Jue only took a quick step outside, and he was already leaning forward uncontrollably.The world was in a distorted state, only a faint yellow halo in front of my eyes was still clearly visible.

By the way... light.

Yan Jue's heart moved, and he squinted his eyes to look at the faintly spreading lights not far away.

If I guessed right, it was a weak light coming from the wooden house where Mo Fuqiu stayed.

It seemed that he wasn't blown away too far by the cripple's out-of-control outburst of true energy—he was still in the same place, and after walking around in circles, he could finally return to the original point.

But if you think about it this way, if you really want to do things, all actions will be hindered by reality.

As a result, the surrounding air currents did not show any tendency to converge. On the contrary, when they were completely out of control, they became more and more chaotic.

Secondly, time is already tight, and it may not be long before the disciples patrolling the mountain notice the obvious signs of fighting here, and they will definitely be vigilant, and then call more people from the same sect to guard the safety of the sect leader.

At that time, he and Xue Lan feared that they would die on the spot, in order to vent the engraved hatred of the Lingtai One Sword Sect for more than ten years.

But Yan Jue couldn't procrastinate, let alone hesitate.In such a situation, already on the verge of extinction, Yan Jue knew in his heart that he and his apprentice would immediately fall into the endless abyss if he took just one wrong step.

But what can he do?There is only a distance of more than tens of feet between each other, he can't walk out, and Xue Lan can't cross it.

Until the end, Yan Jue had no choice but to take advantage of his size and squeeze sideways into the dimly lit small courtyard.

That is the place where Mo Fuqiu always stays during the day, and there is a thick and solid defensive barrier around the inner circle, so no matter how earth-shattering and huge disturbances occur outside the courtyard, as long as there is no obvious crack in the barrier, there will be no trouble inside the courtyard. can be affected by overdose.

Yan Jue walked in while holding the courtyard door by himself, intending to draw a lantern for lighting.At this moment, Mo Fuqiu's soaring zhenqi was in full swing, and even when the situation got a little more serious, because Xue Lan couldn't bear the strong interference brought by his whole body qi, it was very likely that he would use some more extreme The way to do something self-destructive.

Yan Jue staggered across the threshold, where the door was simply concealed, there was the table and chair where Mo Fuqiu and Shen Miaozhou were talking just now, looking closer, even the medicine bowl left on the table A circle of scald marks are still fresh, and they are still clearly visible.

Yan Jue was not interested in Mo Fuqiu's private life, and he did not want to know how cruel Shen Miaozhou was to muster up the courage to poison his husband's bowl.

What Yan Jue needs is a lamp to light up the misty and chaotic mountain road at night.However, there were no paper lanterns to carry around in the room, only a small candlestick that was almost exhausted, flickering and dimming at that time, and was almost burnt to the point of exhaustion.

Yan Jue stretched out his hand to hold the candlestick in his palm, only to feel that the next moment... maybe it won't take the next moment at all, it will be extinguished in an instant before his eyes.

But luckily, while leading the candlestick around the room, he found a thin, straight and light wooden sword resting behind Mo Fuqiu's desk.

For Yan Jue, this was undoubtedly an unexpected surprise—he had lost all his cultivation, and he could no longer successfully control heavy weapons like Yaling that required internal strength as before, and the wooden sword was of moderate weight, so he could swing it easily. It doesn't need to consume too much physical strength, and the current situation outside the house is really special, he urgently needs a medium of concentrated attack, so as to resist the chaotic qi that Mo Fuqiu can't recover smoothly.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven.Yan Jue only thought about taking the sword, but he didn't expect what would happen after taking the sword.

The wooden sword seems ordinary, but it actually involves important mechanisms between the ground and the table legs all the way down.

Yan Jue's unintentional action instantly activated a series of special knobs that were invisible to the naked eye on several floors underground.Therefore, at the same time that the wooden sword left the table, every inch of the cracks in the floor tiles that were closely attached to the bottom of the table had undergone an inevitable and huge change.

Before Yan Jue realized what happened, his feet suddenly stepped into the air, and he fell down together with the sudden depression in the ground—the sound of whistling wind filled his ears, and even the weak candlestick in his hand, which was dying, At this moment, it is inevitable that it will be annihilated by the wind, and there will be only a dull darkness around it.

Yan Jue didn't last long.It's also good that the dark compartment under the floor tiles is not considered high, otherwise Yan Jue would fall to the ground with his head upside down, and Yan Jue would probably be reduced to a incurable lame like Mo Fuqiu.

Even so, the feeling that the weight of the whole person is instantly pressed to the ground is not something ordinary people can accept for a while.

Yan Jue lay on the hard and harsh gravel ground for quite a while, just now recovering from the severe pain of falling at a high speed.

The first reaction is naturally to find a way to find a tool that can return to the ground.

However, he only raised his head and glanced up hastily, and Yan Jue sank down without exception.

——The knob mechanism that causes the ground opening to sink is not far from the table legs.But all the reachable and touchable space below the organ is a deep darkness that cannot be touched.

There was no lamp, and the candlestick was completely extinguished during the fall.In other words, the original designer of this mechanism may not have reserved any method for people who accidentally fell here to return to the ground again.

——even including the owner of this hut, Mo Fuqiu.

In fact, there is no need to think too complicated, Yan Jue can also guess that a person with limited mobility like Mo Fuqiu would never dig a sinkhole in his permanent house and wait for himself to sit in and fill it.

The only possibility is that someone has already calculated this step, and buried an undetectable hidden mechanism under the ground of the room where he is, and will only be triggered inadvertently once under certain conditions-in this way, stepping on The person who fell suddenly from the empty tiles basically didn't have any chance to resist.

Yan Jue spread out the wooden sword in his hand, and weighed it slightly in the palm of his hand—as expected, it was just a small carved sword for decoration, which was light in texture and could not withstand tossing at all.

The head of the most famous sect, Mo Da, is even more particular about planning than ordinary people once he uses martial arts.

Usually there is a good small wooden sword, and he doesn't look down on it. If he wants to use it, he will only use the peerless sword of high quality, not to mention the inconspicuous broken things that are usually piled in the corners.

This group of so-called decent families will one day die of a self-esteem disease that cannot be washed away.

But that's not the way to say it all.After all, according to the current situation, it was Yan Jue who acted as Mo Fuqiu's scapegoat, and now he has stepped into a pitch-black bottomless pit. Shout out, after all, no one knows what kind of shady things are stored in the dark space under Mofuqiu's house.

However, it doesn't take a lot of brains to guess carefully - this set of digging Tibet's behavior style is indeed somewhat in common with Wen Pianhong, who prefers mice to dig holes.

But now Yan Jue just wanted to find a shortcut to get back to the ground, and didn't want to face to face with that Wen.

So he held the wooden sword and beat it around. In a state where his vision was completely blurred, he was a blind man without the ability to move.

All the things that can appear around are unfamiliar and never touched, which makes Yan Hua feel nervous inexplicably.

——The ordinary life that has been too comfortable for a long time has made him increasingly dependent on the warmth brought by his apprentices.

However, it is impossible for Xue Lanyin to appear by his side smoothly.Then on the unknown road ahead, no one will hold him by the shoulder, take him step by step, and get away from the edge that is closely connected with danger.

Yan Jue walked alone in the darkness for a long time, until time seemed to freeze in the frozen air.

He has no internal strength, can't light the spotlight, and can only judge through intuition, and there is a long distance from the place where he didn't intend to fall at the moment.

——at least from Mo Fuqiu's habitual hut.

Yan Jue thought this way, until he stepped forward again, the soles of his feet were originally uneven gravel ground, and at some point, there were vague and crisp sounds of water.

Probably stepped on water...

Yan Jue frowned, obviously feeling that the surface of the shoes and socks was being soaked by the water puddles of different depths under his feet until it became cold.

He was naturally afraid of cold and dirty, so in just a short moment of wading into the water, he jumped up as if his hair had exploded.

Yan Jue's sense of smell is not as shrewd and sensitive as Xue Lanyin's, but the strong sense of touch on the body should never be underestimated.

When he was standing alone in the middle of the whole puddle, the cold liquid under his feet was flowing, calm and slow, gently brushing his feet without any aggression.

However, although the water flow is not turbulent, in the final analysis, it is indeed quietly spreading countless sharp minions from the depths of the darkness.

Yan Jue stood still, only suppressing his restrained emotions, which were gradually becoming frantic and invisible.

When the water gradually spread and spread, and once again gently and mercilessly washed over his almost frozen ankles, he consciously bent down slightly, stretched out a finger, and gently slid across the ground. between a bend of liquid.

Finally, silently place your fingertips not far below your nose.

——It seems that he guessed right.

These are not clear water at all, but fresh and thick human blood.