refuse to be a teacher

As soon as these words were said, everyone was stunned for a while.

What kind of person is Wen Pianhong?

In fact, most of the disciples present did not have much impression of him.As early as 20 years ago, the radical murderer who was chased to death by Zhu Fengmen, only the older generation of Jiang Hu, Fang had vague memories of such a long-lost name.

But for Shen Miaozhou who experienced all the ins and outs back then, Wen Pianhong was undoubtedly a thunderbolt that could completely explode in her heart.

She turned around almost uncontrollably, and at the first glance, she stared at Wen Pianhong's face that had been hidden for more than twenty years.

——The facial features that have never been seen by anyone.

"Master... Junior brother."

In fact, in Shen Miaozhou's heart, there were some doubts from the beginning to the end.

But she is a cowardly and pathetic woman, and most of the truth will make people feel panic, fear, and uncontrollable stinging in the heart.

Therefore, for a long time, she has been choosing to avoid constantly.

"Junior Brother, you said...you can undo the Dragon Tribulation Seal one step ahead of everyone else."

Shen Miaozhou's throat was slightly astringent, and then she said in a low voice, "So, you asked to imprison this Baiwu woman in private, and I... concealed it for you."

When everyone heard the words, they shifted their terrified and uneasy expressions to Yun Zhehuan, who was lying on the ground behind Yan Jue, whose face had changed beyond recognition.

"However, I have never doubted any of the...containers you want to transport to Lingtai Mountain, and I will approve them all."

Shen Miaozhou's thin lips trembled slightly, staring fixedly at Wen Pianhong's motionless eyes, she felt her whole body trembling for a moment.

"But until now I still feel that you have hidden many, many things from me."

Wen Pianhong did not give a single answer, this silence made Shen Miaozhou feel unreasonable panic.

After a long while, Wen Pianhong let go of the hand that shackles Yan Hao, and then stood up without saying a word.

Yan Jue didn't speak any more.He slowly turned his head, trying to give himself a little chance to breathe.

But before he even had time to exhale, there was a sharp sound in his ear, and the long sword in Wen Pianhong's hand was already in a hurry, piercing through his chest mercilessly.

The sword was obviously deviated intentionally, and did not hit the vital point, but the bright red blood soon leaked out from the wound, instantly soaking Yan Jue's half-dried thin shirt to the point of soaking.

Wen Pianhong backed away for a while, under Shen Miaozhou's increasingly cold and hopeless eyes - raised his hand indifferently, retracted the sword back into its sheath.

Yan Jue fell to the ground in response, and the haughty yet indifferent figure just now was completely stained in a pool of blood at that time, and was no longer as tenacious as before.

"Senior sister is so smart, when can she listen to this devil talking nonsense?"

Wen Pianhong strode over Yan Jue, went straight to Yun Zhehuan, reached out to grab her, and lifted her up high without any explanation.

At that time, the breath of the woman in his hand was weak, and her face was ashen, as if she would die immediately in the next moment.

Her blood was almost drained, but under the reflection of the crowds of fires in front of her, the reddish-brown silky lines on her body were beautiful and beautiful, just like the flowers that had just bloomed.

"Jielong is imprinted on my hand, senior sister... no one can shake the status of Lingtai One Sword Sect." Wen Pianhong said softly, "Everything I do now is just to make us stronger .”

……Again.

Shen Miaozhou shook her head and silently stepped back a few feet.

Every time, the same tone, the same rhetoric.

What kind of spell did she fall under so that she could listen to everything he said, word for word?

"You...you tell me the truth." Shen Miaozhou said, "Junior Brother, don't lie to me."

Wen Pianhong took a deep breath, as if he still wanted to say something.

Suddenly, a fierce sword wind passed by in an uproar, and the two of them were alert at the same time, but they heard a clang of a heavy weapon, and a long sword came through the clouds, pointing straight down, almost sinking into the ground nearly a foot deep——

Shen Miaozhou raised her eyes for a while but did not see any movement, but when she lowered her head again, she suddenly realized that the long sword was actually Mo Fuqiu's usual personal possession!

"Fu... Fuqiu?!" Shen Miaozhou's face turned pale, and she couldn't help shouting.

When all the disciples saw this, their expressions changed drastically, and they followed closely by saying:

"This... isn't this the sword of Sect Leader Mo!"

"This is it...! The one I carry with me!"

"At this time, the old man who is the head of the sect...how could he appear here?"

As a result, even Gu Hebai, who had always been calm and calm, turned cold, gripped the hilt of his sword, and glanced coldly at the dazzling fire around him.After a while, just as he was about to speak, he heard the rustling of the trees next to his ears. Everyone behind him was startled, and they all raised their hands and drew their swords.

But I saw a figure standing vaguely on the top of a thick tree not far away. His blue robe was in tatters. At this moment, it was stained with large brown blood stains, and its original appearance could not be recognized for a long time. .

The sky is still dark at the moment, but the snowy long sword in his hand is shining brightly - there is no need to bother thinking about it at all, that fierce sword once slaughtered nearly a hundred disciples of the Lingtai Yijian Sect more than ten years ago, Shen Miaozhou almost glanced at it He recognized it, and his complexion suddenly turned cold: "Yes...it's Ya Lingjian!"

After saying that, he hurriedly called the disciples behind him: "Quick... hurry up, don't let this little devil get away!"

However, before everyone could move, there was some rustling on the tree, and suddenly a familiar figure appeared.

"Don't move!"

I saw Xue Lan holding the Ya Ling sword in one hand, and pinching the back of a person's neck with the other hand, dragging the whole body up forcibly, and sternly shouted at the large crowd of figures under the tree: "You don't want to be the master!" Your head, don’t you want it anymore!”

Shen Miaozhou raised her head in astonishment—as expected, the one he was holding tightly in his hand was Mo Fuqiu who was already dying!

"...What's going on here!" Shen Miaozhou almost collapsed, "Isn't it for you to be optimistic about the head!"

A group of disciples saw that Mo Fuqiu was being held captive, and immediately followed them into confusion—for a moment, the surroundings were in a mess of panic, and he was the only one who heard that Pianhong's face was calm, from the beginning to the end. There was no panic at all.

"...Xue Erjin." Wen Pianhong raised his voice, "You are really smart, and you know that you are coming to your door."

Xue Lan hooked her hand suddenly, and her five fingers instantly touched Mo Fuqiu's fragile neck: "Stop talking nonsense! If anyone of you hurts my master any more, it's because Mo Fuqiu's life is worthless!"

Shen Miaozhou's complexion changed drastically, she immediately raised her hands and hissed the disciples behind her, "Don't...don't be impulsive, don't let him hurt the head, don't let him hurt the head!"

Xue Lan lowered her eyes, and saw Yan Jue lying down in the middle of the pool of blood, unable to move, his face suddenly darkened, and the strength of his hand kept deepening, until Mo Fuqiu struggled continuously in his arms , with his eyes turned upwards, in a state of near-death despair.

Shen Miaozhou was afraid that her husband would lose his life, and at that time she couldn't care about the gentleness and virtuousness that a woman should have, so she raised her voice and shouted in complete daze: "Xue Erjin, let go, quickly... let me go!"

Xue Lanyin said harshly: "You hand over my master first."

"No one wants your master!"

Shen Miaozhou waved away the crowd, then said to the surrounding disciples at a loss, "Go, quickly bring Yan Jue and return it to him... Return it all to him!"

Those disciples were also flustered and flustered, so they went to help Yan Yao up.At this time, the person was already covered in blood, and the road could not be steadied. Xue Lan threw Mo Fuqiu aside with a glance, flew down the tree, hugged Yan Yaoduo back, and stepped back one after another. After a few steps, he was instantly separated from the dazzling fire in front of him by a long distance.

But Mo Fuqiu lost his strength and swayed, almost falling steeply from the high altitude.Fortunately, Shen Miaozhou had quick eyes and quick hands, and hurriedly took her staggering husband into her arms with a woman's weak body, and when they finally reached the ground, the two of them even knelt down and knelt on the ground together, suddenly making a sharp knock.

But as soon as the person was in his hand, Shen Miaozhou's heart, which was originally panicked, sank down completely——

Although Mo Fuqiu's body is still intact, his abnormally sick face has been stained with a strange layer of black and blue for no reason.

You don't even have to look carefully to tell that it's a sign of a poisonous presence.

But for some unknown reason, the poisonous woman who brought the medicine bowl to her husband with her own hands changed her face, full of grief and anger, and suddenly shouted at Xue Lanyin: "Xue Erjin! You...you give He poisoned?!"

Now, because Xue Lan was busy acupointing Yan Jue's acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, suddenly hearing that shout, a series of soaring flames were approaching, and when she turned her head, a group of disciples holding torches in the distance were swarming involuntarily Then, he stepped forward again and surrounded the master and apprentice in circles on all sides.

Xue Lanyin slowly raised her eyes, and there was a glare of swords and swords in front of her.

Yan Jue struggled to breathe from his arms, as if he had expended a lot of effort, Fang hoarsely said to Xue Lanyin: "Jielong Seal... Yun Zhehuan is still in their hands, you..."

"I don't have time to take care of her." Xue Lanyin stretched out a hand, gently caressing the side of Master's blood-stained face, "I just want...just let you live."

Yan Jue choked up slightly, but couldn't say anything for a while.

How could they get out of here alive?

Ever since the tragedy of massacre in Xixin Valley, the curse of death brought by Jielong Seal had already taken deep root in the lives of the two of them.

At that moment, as Xue Lan hugged his master, his eyes were filled with burning lights and shadows.

There are mountains of swords and seas of fire in front of him, and there is also isolation and helplessness behind him.

At that time Shen Miaozhou was just ten feet away from him, and once again, in front of everyone, she asked with resentment in her eyes: "Xue Erjin...my husband, even though he has a bloody feud with Yan Jue, he has never For a moment, do anything sorry for you..."

"And why...why? You can do such a cruel thing to a weak patient?"