Is it the same with other big brothers?

After nightfall, Ming Zhu and Shang Yanfeng lay side by side on the bed in the inn, but for some reason they tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Sensing that Ming Zhu was still asleep, Shang Yanfeng said, "What? Are you not used to it?"

Ming Zhu shook his head and touched his heart: "No, I just suddenly had a bad premonition."

After reaching the top of the cultivation base, some powerful people can spy on the secrets of the sky. Hearing this sentence, Shang Yanfeng frowned and said, "Is it about the Yueyue Tower?"

Ming Zhu couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, so he shook his head again: "It's probably my illusion."

Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Shang Yanfeng didn't say much either.

Shang Yanfeng slept very well, unlike Lu Qingkong and Shen Di'an who kicked around like that, and Mingzhu finally had a good night's sleep, but in the middle of the night, he was suddenly awakened by a burst of pain tearing his spirit body.

Slowly opened his eyes, the bright candle covered his aching heart without a trace, and the rusty hairpin that he had put down before going to bed was quietly lying under the pillow, and it was emitting a burning sensation at this time.

Ming Zhu took out the hairpin, and was surprised to find that the half-embroidered hairpin was now covered with a layer of rust. When he reached out to touch it, the rust fell down.

When the candle was almost lit, Shang Yanfeng woke up with a start: "Senior brother?"

Ming Zhu was expressionless, holding the hairpin in his palm with trembling hands, and softly called: "Kua Yu?"

The hairpin didn't move.

Shang Yanfeng propped up his body, frowned and said, "This is the Kuayu Sword? How did it become like this?"

Mingzhu was so flustered that he couldn't speak, he called Kuayu several times but there was no response, he put on his outer robe tremblingly, and ran out without even wearing shoes.

Shang Yanfeng hurriedly said: "Brother, what happened?"

Mingzhu did not return: "I have some things to deal with, I will be back soon, you don't want to follow."

Shang Yanfeng wanted to say something more, but Mingzhu had already slapped open the door, and rushed out like the wind.

Since Kua Yujian followed him to Biri Cliff, he lost contact with his master.

Originally, after the death of the owner's body, the sword spirit would return to the Tomb of Disused Swords. The memory will be cleared, and it will take hundreds of thousands of years to warm up the spirit body before returning to Baijian Mountain. However, Mingzhu's body has been dead for more than 50 years. Still following him all the time, must have paid a huge price in exchange for it.

With bare feet and disheveled hair, Mingzhu rushed all the way back to Yueyue Building under the moonlight.

Na Lian was sleeping with Xi Chu in his arms, and was awakened by someone in a trance. When he opened his eyes, he saw Ming Zhu kneeling on the edge of his bed in a panic, with dew all over his body.

Na Lian was taken aback: "What happened?"

Mingzhu held the restored Kuayu sword in his palm, and tremblingly said: "Kuayu... Kuayu's spirit body is dissipating."

The curtain was awakened by fright, and quickly flicked the candlestick with his fingers, took the Kuayu sword, and used his spiritual power to probe inside. After a while, he shook his head dejectedly and said: "There is no way, his life is dead."

Mingzhu swayed, staggered and knelt down on the ground, his face full of despair.

"Kua Yu..."

Nalian squatted down and stroked his head gently, and said softly: "I have advised him before that since he has nothing to do with you, he should return to Baijian Mountain as soon as possible, otherwise he will definitely end up in a dire situation. How did he answer me then?"

The bright candle fell into the snake's belly, and the body melted into a pile of bones, and was buried in the bottomless sea of ​​blood with Kua Yujian.

Then Ming Zhu seized his home and lay in the sea of ​​blood for several months. During the period, he forced his body to dive into the sea of ​​blood, and fished up Kua Yu, who had lost his master's spiritual power and was almost eroded into a useless sword by the sea of ​​blood.

Originally, the sword spirit would spontaneously go back to Baijian Mountain after the death of its master, but Kua Yu didn't know what was going on, and he still clung to the increasingly worn-out sword body, looking forward to something in a trance.

It was only later that Mingzhu found out that his spiritual body after death was very weak, and was almost scattered by the consciousness in the demon pill during the seizure, and it was Kuayu who used his own soul to force Mingzhu to block the blow , which allowed him to successfully seize the house and survive.

When Na Lian told Kua Yu the danger of not returning to Baijian Mountain, the young man who had grown up overnight looked at the crazy candle and replied hoarsely: "If I leave, how will he live?" ?”

What Kua Yu said was right, if he hadn't been like a thin thread to bind Ming Zhu's life ambition with difficulty, according to Ming Zhu's ability, he would have killed himself countless times.

Ming Zhu tightly hugged the rusty sword, and said in a shy voice, "My Kua Yu..."

Na Lian couldn't bear it, and said softly: "He...every moment he lives, he has to suffer the pain of his body being torn apart. Isn't it a relief to leave?"

Mingzhu stared blankly at the sword in his hand, and murmured: "Kuayu... has he been in pain?"

Na Lian immediately realized that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he had no choice but to shut up and not speak.

Mingzhu's hand touched the blade of the sword, grinding out a few bloodstains, which slowly fell along the blade, and then the blade flashed slightly, and Kuayu took the shape of a human and lay halfway between Mingzhu's arms, facing him laugh.

Ming Zhu's tears immediately fell, he choked up and said: "Kua Yu..."

He had already taken off half of the mask on Kuayu's face. At this moment, his whole body was covered with rust, and his pretty face was a bit ferocious.

He smiled and said hoarsely, "Zhuzi, I'm leaving."

Mingzhu pressed his forehead tightly between Kuayu's brows, and tears fell one by one: "Kuayu, Kua, Kuayu..."

Apart from calling Kua Yu's name, he didn't know what else to say, and now he couldn't even say a futile way to persuade him to stay.

Kua Yu forced a smile and repeated it again.

"I really have to go."

Mingzhu cried so hard that he couldn't speak, his spiritual power is soaring now, even if all the great powers in Wuzhou would not be his opponent, but he is so powerless when it comes to life and death.

After Kua Yu finished speaking, he called softly again: "Zhuzi."

Ming Zhu said: "I am here."

"Live well."

After finishing speaking, he lightly rubbed against the palm of Ming Zhu, his body turned into an inch of rust, which slowly dissipated.

Mingzhu looked at Kuayu in his arms with tears in his eyes, and was stunned for a long time before trying to hold the rust on the ground like crazy.

"Kuayu! I... my Kuayu..." Mingzhu's voice almost tore apart, and he knelt on the ground to pick up the rust, "My Kuayu is gone... Kuayu!"

The curtain couldn't bear to look at it any longer, shook his shoulders, and said in a deep voice, "You're right! He's already gone."

Mingzhu seemed to be stupefied, his eyes were absent, tears were streaming down his face, he rubbed some rust on his sleeves against his face, and murmured: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here..."

The curtain couldn't bear it any longer, and knocked him unconscious with a single palm.

Mingzhu curled up quietly and was hugged to the bed by the curtain. Even with her eyes closed, the tears were still flowing down and couldn't be stopped.

Nalian rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly, and wrung out the handkerchief to wipe his face.

After he finally tidied it up, he turned around and saw a Xi Chu who had turned into a human form at some point, about five or six years old, squatting on the ground, picking up rust on the ground with his small hands.

The curtain sighed.

Xi Chu put the little rust left on the ground in a small dark red sachet, then ran a few steps quickly, put the sachet next to Mingzhu's pillow, and patted it lightly with her small hands.

Nalian rubbed his head lightly, and said, "Very well done."

Xi Chu looked at Ming Zhu's sleeping face worriedly, and said in a childish voice, "Will he get better?"

Na Lian was silent for a moment before saying: "Yes."

"It's going to get better someday."

The passing of time will wear away all the pain.

In the early morning of the next day, Zhou Lingxue was waiting at the door of Shang Yanfeng, holding a steaming breakfast in his hand, until Chen Shi, when he knocked on the door lightly.

But what was rare was that the door was not closed. After Zhou Lingxue pushed it in, he saw Shang Yanfeng who had been up for some time, frowning standing by the window looking down.

Zhou Yingxue said: "Fifth Senior Brother, where is Senior Senior Brother?"

Shang Yanfeng turned his head, shook his head, and said, "He hasn't come back since he went out last night."

Zhou Nexue frowned: "Did he say where to go?"

"No, I just said that there is something important, but judging by his appearance, it seems that something happened to Kuayu."

"Kuayu?" Zhou Lingxue frowned and thought for a while, then realized that Kuayu was Mingzhu's saber sword spirit. He put down the things in his hand and said, "I see, then I'll go find he."

Shang Yanfeng said: "You are saying that Yucheng is not familiar with the place where he was born, do you know where he went?"

Zhou Lingxue didn't turn his head back, and said, "I probably know."

They went out directly.

The only people Mingzhu is familiar with are Rizhao and Nalian. If they are not here, they should go back to Pianyue Tower if they have it.

Zhou Lingxue walked all the way to the Yueyue Building, and before he could explain why he came, the curtain came out to greet him in person, with a flustered look on his face.

Zhou Nexue said: "What's wrong?"

Na Lian's face was pale, and he said, "Come with me."

As he said that, he turned around and hurried to the side courtyard. Zhou Lingxue didn't know why, but seeing the serious face of the curtain, he hurriedly followed.

After arriving at the inner courtyard, Zhou Lingxue suddenly felt a powerful monster's breath coming towards his face. He had no cultivation base and was almost staggered by the shock.

Zhou Nexue said anxiously, "Is he injured again?"

Na Lian shook his head, brought him to the door of Mingzhu's room, and said, "It's more serious than the injury, you go in and have a look at him, be careful, don't irritate him, he is not emotionally stable right now."

Now it was blue sky and daylight, but the room with bright candles was still dark, as if it was covered by a layer of enchantment, and I couldn't see my fingers.

After the curtain grass finished explaining, he left in a hurry, as if he was not at all afraid that Zhou Shengxue would be killed by the bright candle.

Zhou Lingxue felt that something was wrong, it was about Mingzhu, even though she was a little uneasy, she still stepped forward to push open the door, and walked in slowly.

The room was dark, Zhou Lingxue fumbled to the table and lit the candlestick.

It's just that the candlestick hadn't just lit up yet, a black shadow suddenly rushed from the corner, knocking the candlestick to the ground in an instant, the flame jumped a few times, and then slowly extinguished.

But before the light disappeared, Zhou Lingxue saw a snake tail shrink back from the table in a daze.

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