After the death of the villain master, the traitor went crazy

Chapter 52: What grievances have you suffered? Tell Master

In the original book, this great-grandmaster Jiuqi never officially appeared.

But whenever the Zichen Sword Sect was in turmoil, he would be like a stabilizing force to turn the tide.

In order to give the Zichen Sword Sect a chance to survive, he gave all his immortal power to the male protagonist Li Fuyi.

The understated description of less than fifty words is a refreshing description of the male protagonist's conquest of the Zichen Sword Sect.

In his previous life, at a critical moment, he persuaded everyone and decided to let Li Fuyi take the position of the headmaster.

The six peak masters retreated to the back mountains to practice in seclusion, thus avoiding a bloody conflict among fellow disciples in the Zichen Sword Sect.

But he himself...could not escape the fate of falling.

When Li Fuyi was ambushed by the ghost realm and was seriously injured and difficult to treat, he took the initiative to show up and calmly used up all his cultivation.

Finally, he looked in the direction of the monster's underground palace and swallowed back the words he had not said.

He let out a long last sigh and went to his death in disappointment.

Ninety percent of the credit for the Zichen Sword Sect's ability to survive Li Fuyi's revenge should be attributed to Grandmaster Jiuqi.

Mo Zheng had great respect for him.

I never thought that my retreat this time would actually alarm him!

Before Nan Yubai and Liu Xingrou could say anything.

A loud and steady voice came from all directions: "Master, are you dissatisfied with this old man's meddling?"

"I spend my days idle and idle, and it's rare for me to have the opportunity to get close to the master."

"I have been living next door to the master with a shameless face these past few days. I hope you can forgive me!" The ending tone was really a bit heavy.

It was like a heavy drum hammer hitting Mo Zheng's ear, and it was obvious that the old man was not very happy.

Mo Zheng hurriedly cupped his hands and began to coax him: "Uncle Master, how dare this kid!"

"I'm not..." He paused for a moment, at a loss for words, before continuing, "I don't want to disturb you with such a small matter..."

Uncle Master Jiuqi obviously didn't want to argue with him, so he just said "Hmph!" and stopped talking.

Liu Xingrou saw Mo Zheng being humiliated and smiled secretly.

……

It's not that they invited him intentionally, but they were just lucky. When they were sending him here, they were bumped into by their uncle who was taking a walk.

Mo Zheng, who was blindfolded, naturally didn't notice that Uncle Master Jiuqi was following quietly behind him.

After pulling Liu Xingrou, who was following at the back, and asking her a few questions, everything became clear.

Jiuxi's great-grandmaster Qi Mozheng does not know how to cherish himself. Although the incident happened suddenly, as a teacher, there is nothing wrong with it.

But Mo Zheng is also the headmaster of the Zichen Sword Sect, and he is tied to the sect, so doing so is somewhat irresponsible.

Therefore, he watched over him very strictly. Whenever Mo Zheng wanted to slack off, he could always hear his earnest urging.

The old man did not interfere with other people's coming in and out, but he just didn't allow Mo Zheng to take a step forward.

No matter how Mo Zheng practiced, he couldn't stand seeing him idle, so whenever he was idle, he would knock on the rock wall.

The effect was immediate. In just three months, most of the toxins in his body had been removed.

From now on, he no longer needs the three senior brothers to take turns to assist him, and can practice on his own.

Lin Moran got up early with Li Fuyi and Li Jiner, the two siblings, and finally saw Mo Zheng with his eyes covered by white silk at dawn.

With tears in their eyes, the three of them greeted their master one by one and began to chatter non-stop around Mo Zheng.

Lin Moran's participation in this Immortal Alliance Conference can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Although he had been in a coma for half a month, he had an epiphany as soon as he woke up. After continuous attempts, he finally broke through the bottleneck and is now in the early stage of Jindan.

Mo Zheng sensed the fluctuations of spiritual energy around her, and it was indeed more refined and stable, with a hint of restraint.

I can't help but admire: "Xiao Ran did a good job, and I am very pleased as a teacher."

Li Jiner did not slack off either. Although there was no breakthrough, she was making steady progress.

Mo Zheng didn't urge him, but just encouraged him as usual.

It was Li Fuyi's turn. He fell to his knees in front of Mo Zheng and refused to get up for a long time.

"Fuyi, get up quickly. If you have something to say, get up and say it."

Mo Zheng's eyes were covered with white silk. He was able to walk freely without bumping into walls or stumbling, thanks to the sharp five senses of Xuanxian.

However, at this moment, when he wanted to lean over and help the kneeling Li Fuyi up, he could only rely on his sense of touch.

He stretched out his hand, first tentatively probing somewhere in the air, then lowering it little by little.

Finally, I touched the obstacle, and when I put my hand on it, I felt a soft and warm fur.

That familiar touch was definitely the top of Li Fuyi's head.

Mo Zheng's fingers subconsciously stroked a few times before his hands moved along his shoulders to his arms, and he pulled them up with a little force, trying to help him up.

Seeing this, Li Fuyi's eyes turned red, tears welled up in her eyes, and she lowered her head and refused to get up.

He still knelt straight, with a thousand words to say. At that moment, self-blame, regret, heartache...all flooded into his heart.

For him, the master gave up half of his immortal power and now he can't see...

How cruel was he to suspect him of stealing his immortal veins just because of a tiny fragment in the hazy view?

Even if the pain seemed to tear his soul apart, why couldn't he trust his master a little more?

Even if I ask again after thinking about it, it's better than him being so sure all of a sudden...

He has wasted his master's earnest teachings. He has such a dirty mind and does not respect his master. He is not worthy of being his master's disciple at all.

During these three months, Uncle Master did not allow them to disturb Master.

He was often awakened by nightmares in the middle of the night.

His master passed away in his dreams time and time again, and he became a deserted disciple despised by everyone...

Seeing him like this, Mo Zheng could only sigh and whisper, "You can practice again if you lose your cultivation. You have always been diligent. Wait until your injury is healed and then start again."

Li Fuyi shed tears and shook her head, hating the darkness in her heart even more.

"But what kind of injustice have you suffered? Tell Master about it."

A smile spread across Mo Zheng's lips: "Master, let your uncles vent your anger for you. Get up quickly."

Li Fuyi couldn't bear it any longer and kowtowed repeatedly while sobbing.

The sound of his feet knocking against the ground was so loud that it startled Mo Zheng, who immediately used his magical powers to pull him up from the ground.

"Xiao Ran, Jin Er, hurry!"

"Check for me to see if his forehead is broken."

With a look of heartache, she muttered, "I never talk about these red tapes, but none of you listen."

"Especially you!"

"A man's knees are made of gold, how can he bang his head against the ground all the time?"

Lin Moran and Li Jiner saw that blood was indeed flowing from Li Fuyi's forehead, and they hurriedly treated his wound.

Li Fuyi broke free from them and knelt in front of Mo Zheng again.

With a crying voice: "Master..."

"It's all because of my disciple that you are like this."

"My disciple deserves to die!"

"Disciple..."

Before he could finish his words, Mo Zheng covered his mouth with a handkerchief.