Self-cultivation in the world of monster hunting

The panic in Yuntian's eyes was even worse. He gathered his strength again and wanted to escape again, but suddenly a group of Ming disciples in coarse cloth clothes appeared in front of him, all of them holding long swords, blocking his way.

"Get out of the way!!!" He screamed, but what he got was the swords of the disciples of the Ming clan. Wrist, yelling: "Get out of the way!"

But the teenagers are not afraid, nor do they back down.

Ming Zizhen roared tremblingly: "Junior brother, stay away!"

But no one listened to him, the lightning seemed to strike at any moment, Ming Zi was really confused, at the same time he gritted his teeth and charged forward with a long sword!

He was sure that he was not the man's opponent. If the man turned around and struck him with lightning, he would have to die with the man.

But at this moment, he still remembers Ming's family motto and his responsibility as a celestial master.

If you kill to become benevolent, why not fear death!

His long sword was full of great righteousness, and suddenly struck towards Yuntian's back. Yuntian turned around in a panic, and the scorching lightning also changed direction, and was slashing towards Ming Zizhen.

But at that moment, many complex emotions quickly flashed in Yuntian's eyes - grief, indignation, pain, helplessness, sorrow...

After a flash, Yun Tian suddenly withdrew his hand, and the lightning disappeared in his palm.

But Ming Zi really didn't retreat with his sword!

Lu Xiang shouted hoarsely: "Master Ming! You can't, he is yours—"

At the same time, Sijun also made a move!

But Ming Zizhen used all his strength in that strike, and even Sijun was a little slower, before Lu Xiang could say the last two words, the wind-like long sword had already pierced Yuntian's chest!

Yun Tian couldn't make a sound, the seven orifices were bleeding at the same time, he still looked at Ming Zizhen with wide eyes, but in the next moment, he fell lightly from the air like a leaf in the wind.

The world seemed to have suddenly lost its sound, and everyone watched him fall silently, until he hit the ground and stopped all movements with his eyes wide open, more blood flowed from his body, stained red bluestone floor tiles.

Mingzi drew back his sword in a daze, but for some reason his heart trembled violently. He felt his hands and feet were cold and his whole body was weak, and then he also fell from the air and fell limply on the ground.

Lu Xiang was stunned, and Sijun didn't make a sound, and then Ming's disciples slowly stepped forward and surrounded the fallen Yuntian. Some people reached out to help Ming Zizhen, but Ming Zizhen couldn't stand up for some reason. .

At this moment, Ming Zimo arrived in a hurry.

What he saw in front of him made him unacceptable, he yelled like crazy, suddenly pushed away the disciples of the Ming clan, and rushed in front of Yuntian.

When he saw Yun Tian who fell to the ground, his madness finally reached the limit, he knelt down, raised his head to the sky and screamed, crying out sadly——

"Master!!!"

However, Yun Tian—no, it should be Ming Zhao—did not give any response to Ming Zimo.

At this moment, Lu Xiang didn't dare to look at Ming Zi's real expression.

After guessing the secret that the underground gambling house can hide for many years, Lu Xiang has actually guessed the identity of the owner of the gambling house. He has not been sure, and hopes that it may be someone else.

But just now when he took the dagger from Yuntian's hand when traveling through time, Lu Xiang was finally sure.

Although Ming Zhao has been hiding it very well, Lu Xiang still saw it in his injured and weak state. His right hand was seriously injured, and now his left hand is much more flexible than his right hand.

And Ming Zhao once injured his right hand in the battle of killing demons.

Yuntian is Mingzhao, and Hall Master Rui who was struck to death by Mingzhao with lightning is the Mingzi Shu that Lu Xiang and the others met in Ming's Manor.

All this happened too coincidentally and suddenly, even if Lu Xiang predicted things like a god, he would never have thought of such a development.

How would Mingzi really endure this tragedy?

After a while, Lu Xiang heard Ming Zizhen's weak voice.

"No...no...what are you talking about..." Ming Zizhen stood up slowly, his body swaying, all the Ming disciples around him stretched out their hands to support him, he pushed them away angrily, rushed up and grabbed Ming Zi Mo's collar pulled him up.

Ming Zizhen raised his voice and asked again in pain: "What did you say!"

Ming Zimo's eyes were blank, he looked at Ming Zizhen, then at Ming Zhao who fell on the ground, then closed his eyes, refusing to say a word.

But even if he didn't say it, the facts can't lie. The blood of Mingzhao's seven orifices penetrated a thin human-skin mask, and its edges began to curl up and fall off. A familiar face appeared in front of everyone.

Ming Zizhen has never been so smart, all the doubts before and after have been solved, and all the clues are connected in series.Although there are still some details that I can't think clearly, the most important part of the matter has surfaced.

The man who was stabbed to death by his sword just now was the man behind the scenes who plotted to destroy Wenren's family step by step, the lunatic who took pleasure in the lives and pain of others, and the owner of this sinful and bloody underground gambling house.

But the face under the mask is the Patriarch of the Ming Clan in Qishan, the Master of the Ming Village that people all over the world admire and admire, a sign of donating righteousness to donate money and help the poor.

Most importantly, he is Akiko's real father.

Ming Zizhen is regarded as a model and a father who respects him like a god.

The father who taught him that those who know do not confuse, those who are benevolent do not worry, and those who are brave do not fear.

The father who held his hand and wrote "a gentleman, sincere and true".

From not being able to believe it to confirming the fact, Ming Zizhen only took a very short time.

Then the blood in his whole body froze, as if his soul had been sucked out.He was so miserable and extremely sad, but he couldn't shed a single tear, and he froze on the spot.

No one can afford this.

This completely overturned his fundamental understanding of the world, overturned all his concepts of good and evil, and overturned all his persistence and pursuit.

What he believed in, what he loved, and what he fought for had all become a joke, a joke!

The bright and upright Qishan Ming clan, what kind of rivers and lakes are clear, what kind of spirit of the immortal family...

Fake, fake, all fake!

A mirror image, a dream bubble!

But compared to his father's fault, what about the crime of killing his father himself?

Unforgivable, and a thousand times heavier!

He should be hacked into pieces and go to hell forever!

This thought came to Ming Zizhen's numb mind, and then he let go of Ming Zimo and dropped the sword in his hand, his face was expressionless, like a paper dummy.

In his mind, there is only one thought left!

I should die, I must die!

He folded his hands, and powerful spiritual power gathered in his palms. Before everyone could react, he had already slapped his own sky cap!

Lu Xiang, who had been staring at Ming Zizhen all the time, had already guessed that all his thoughts were lost before he made a move, so he reacted faster than anyone else, rushed away with lightning speed, and threw Ming Zizhen down!

The spiritual power released by Ming Zizhen could not be recovered at all, so Lu Xiang hugged him tightly, using his own body as a shield, vowing to block the palm for Ming Zizhen.

Just now he didn't have time to stop Ming Zizhen from killing his father with his own hands, now he must save Ming Zizhen!

Lu Xiang closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and waited for the palm to come.

Ming Zizhen's palm with all his strength set off a gust of wind, everyone around retreated, only Sijun rushed forward faster than the wind, waved at Ming Zizhen's palm and sent another palm.

Mingzi really lost to Sijun, and the spiritual power attacking himself and Lu Xiang was immediately scattered, but bits and pieces still rushed to Lu Xiang's back, and Sijun only blocked half of it with his hand.

Lu Xiang felt a stabbing pain in his back, he groaned, and then was pulled up by Sijun and hugged him tightly.

Ming Zizhen was still lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, with blood gushing out of his mouth.

Ming Zi really didn't die, but that young man of the Ming family who was full of vigor, eyebrows like swords, and white horse with silver saddle was dead forever.

Lu Xiang was in severe pain from being collided with powerful spiritual power all over his body, but compared to these pains, the pain he felt for his friends was more intense. His eyes were sore, he buried his face in Sijun's chest, and sucked hard Nose, control your emotions before leaving again.

Then, Lu Xiang half-kneeled in front of Ming Zizhen, and said in a deep voice: "Master Ming, I... I know that I can't really feel your heartache, and any words of comfort are too slight and pale, but please bear with me." Let me say a few words."

Ming Zizhen didn't look up at Lu Xiang.

Lu Xiang closed his eyes and continued, "The Ming family still owes everyone in the world an explanation. They should be clear about what they have done and what they haven't done. I've checked it out, but I don't think anyone else can say anything except you. Clear. I guess without authorization, if you commit suicide impulsively and let others speculate and spread rumors, you may not be reconciled. Besides, there are many other evil spirits in this gambling house, which should be eliminated. I know you don’t have the heart to care about it at the moment. If you don't want to take care of those things, just leave them to me. This time it's my fault, I'll save you on my own, because I really can't just watch my friend end up like this, but I promise it's only Once. I respect you, if you calm down and think it over and still decide to get relief, then I will never stop you again."

Having said that, Ming Zizhen finally turned his head and glanced at Lu Xiang with his dull eyes.

Lu Xiang didn't say any more, stood up silently, and retreated to the back where Ming Zizhen couldn't see.

Ming Zizhen was as stiff as a marionette, slowly straightened up, and knelt in front of Ming Zhao's corpse, Ming Zimo also knelt, with tears in his eyes.

"Go..." Ming Zizhen made a weak and hoarse voice, "You all go..."

Lu Xiang backed away slowly, and quickly picked up the fragments of the white jade mirroring sand bottle and the black sand that fell on the ground. He glanced at Ming Zizhen again, and said softly: "There are always people with swords and halberds, and there are always people with Qiuyue Hanjiang. If If you insist on leaving, this world will definitely lose a piece of glory."

Ming Zi really didn't answer, and Lu Xiang didn't say any more, but quietly took La Sijun's hand, picked up the three Lu Xiaojis, and walked away slowly.

The rest of the Ming family looked around in a daze for a moment, and finally started to retreat in twos and threes. As for the gamblers, more than half of them dispersed after they found out that they could leave the casino.

After a while, everyone walked out of the manor.

Lu Xiang said nothing, his eyes were always flushed, and the midday sun gave him a headache.

Looking into the distance, he could vaguely see the big flag hanging on the gate of Qicheng in the distance, and the horizontal and vertical "Ming" characters were embroidered on the coarse cloth.

The simplicity of the banner formed a strong contrast with the grandeur of the gambling house.

Even if it is a play, it will not be more absurd and ironic than this real world.

Fortunately, this crime and cruelty ended today, and he did not escape in the end.

Even if it had escaped for 500 years.