After rebirth, the master became the white moonlight

The remaining corpses were constantly stirred by the water flow, and then re-gnawed by the enchanting fish in the lake. Wave after wave of bad blood was poured into the water column in the middle, and sucked up along the water column.

The golden light flickering on the scroll became more and more intense. Fang Yuan poured all his strength into one arm, and when he went up to hold the scroll, he fought it hard. Although he had made full preparations before, the moment he held it was still powerful. Make him breathless.The golden light penetrated into his body like small knives one after another, twisting back and forth in his internal organs.

The bloody smell in the lake was too heavy, which attracted more fish to swim over to eat.The Meiyu ate quickly, and the corpses in the lake were dismembered. Fang Yuan didn't expect that so many people would not be enough to keep the peeping mirror for a while. When the blood was gone, the scroll would sink again At the bottom of the water, there is no such a good opportunity.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to separate the painting scroll from the water column.A painting scroll is no bigger than two palms when it is rolled up, but it feels heavy in Fang Yuan's hands. His body is inseparable, and he is deadlocked with it on the water.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the people of the Xianjia sect stared blankly for a long time before they realized that what Fang Yuan threw into the lake were the corpses of his own disciples. In the end, this Fang is far from being a devil, but he is better than a devil. His heart is dark and his heart can be punished.

Fang Yuan put all his heart and soul into the peeping mirror. After being injured, his hearing strength dropped a lot. When he heard the sound of weapons and turned around, it was already too late. A dozen swords were poked towards him, and his forehead was touched. The blood-stained hair was cut off, and the blade of the sword cut a line on his smooth forehead. He used the strength of the painting scroll to support his body and kicked obliquely, hitting more than a dozen people repeatedly, and kicked them back to the shore.

As soon as he regained his strength, he felt something climbed onto one of his arms, and the blood in the lake was washed away, and the peeping mirror began to sink into the water, and a golden light wrapped around his arm, pulling him, taking him with him. He sank into the bottom of the lake together, and the swirling water immediately returned to calm.

"Your Majesty!" When Tong Shi went up to the North Cliff from Wanping Palace, he met the guards of various sects stationed below on the road, and after entangled with them for a while, he finally caught up. He ran to the lake to see Fang Yuan being sucked into the water. He was so anxious that he didn't care about the many people around him, so he rushed directly to the lake.

There was no sign of anyone on the lake, not to mention Fang Yuan, even the hundreds of corpses thrown down just now seemed to have sunk into an abyss. No one knew how big this seemingly ordinary cliff-top lake was, and what was hidden behind it. What.

Tong Shi waited anxiously for a while but did not see him coming up, so he had no choice but to get up from the ground, and when he turned around, he pulled his black hood and buried his entire face, for fear that others would see his appearance.

If he couldn't get around Fang Yuan, he arrested his accomplices. His eyes under the hood slowly swept across a row of sharp knives, and he said in an old-fashioned and dull voice: "The immortal sect who claims to be righteous Are you planning to come and suppress one by one?"

"It's him, the one who let out the wisteria on the roof!"

"We heard the 'Your Majesty' just now. You are under the devil's hand, so naturally we want to suppress you!"

Even though the eyes covered under the hat looked at the two voices, the fierceness reflected in the eyes was not like the person who usually stayed by Fang Yuan's side in awe and awe. He didn't see any movement. The person who spoke immediately covered his throat and couldn't make a sound.

"It's just that the way of cultivation is different. Is it too ugly to say that the devil is there? If it weren't for the devil to help you, you are probably still entangled in Wanping Palace at this moment. How could it be so easy to save people?"

Being so intimidated by Tongshi, none of the disciples dared to speak, and they didn't want to show off their tongues and get their throats cut again.The crowd was quiet for a while, no one moved out of the way, and suddenly a voice said: "Fang Yuan's plan for this trip is not to save us, he has his own purpose."

Tong Shi raised his eyelids, and saw an old man with white hair, his face was a bit haggard but he couldn't stop the sternness on his body, the elder with green beard in Xiaoshan, Tong Shi recognized him.

He heard Qingxu say: "No matter what Fang Yuan's purpose is, he should be grateful when he went up the mountain to help save people, but he threw the corpses of the dead disciples of various sects into the lake as a primer to get treasure, which is disrespectful and inhumane. Among those people There are many masters with disciples and master's disciples, didn't Fang Yuan always admire his master, didn't he think about retribution before doing such absurd things?"

Qingxu's words are not only harsh but also poisonous, no matter what you say, Fang Yuan can be regarded as his disciple, and the person he likes is his only disciple, and it was also his intention to cut the love hole back then, if Xiao Zijun hadn't been trapped and didn't come back, maybe The two were dragged away together, and now they are talking about it in public. Now that it's all over, the whole world of cultivating immortals probably knows that the master and apprentice have such an affair.

The envoy said: "Elder, do you want to be sympathetic with your words? If the king comes out later..."

"If he comes out later, he will be arrested immediately. If he becomes a demon king, will he not be from Xiaoshan? If he thinks he is no longer from Xiaoshan, then please hand him over to Xiao Zijun. I will take care of him if I can't control him." My apprentice. If he still thinks he is from Xiaoshan, then he will be dealt with according to the rules."

Even the envoy couldn't help but slander, this old man is so fucking ruthless, he wanted Fang Yuan's life on both sides.

A gust of wind blew by, and the water in the lake swayed and rattled.It was clear that the wind was not very strong, but the water was swaying faster and faster, hitting the shore and wet the ground.A strong smell of blood came to his nostrils, Tong Shi turned his back to the lake, and turned his head only when he saw the surprised expressions of everyone in front of him.

A man came out from the lake, his long hair was tied down, his clothes were torn in many places, his face was bloody under his long hair, his face was so sticky that he couldn't see his face clearly, only he hugged him in his arms Holding a shiny golden object.He took one step at a time, like a ghost coming out of the water, forcing everyone to take a step back.

"Your Majesty..." Tong Shi wanted to help him, but he dodged, blood dripping down his fingertips on the ground.

He was as angry as gossamer, but he said to people without losing his aura: "I did it, anyone who wants to catch me can do it together, the only chance is this time."

After waiting for a while, no one made a move. Just looking at him like this made people feel frightened, and they didn't dare to step forward rashly.

Fang Yuan said to the envoy, "Let's go."

Tong Shixu supported him and had just taken a step when the sound of explosions sounded behind him. Zhong Liyi, who was nailed to the ground by Fang Yuan's sword, suddenly woke up. A crack exploded on the ground, he pulled out the sword abruptly from the ground, crushed it from his chest, and rushed towards Fang Yuan with all his might.

Fang Yuan was already at the end of his strength, he protected the peeping mirror in his arms, when Zhong Liyi rushed over, grabbed his neck and pressed him to the ground, his back was pressed to the ground and Zhong Liyi dragged him all the way, leaving a long trail The blood mark was pressed to a tree trunk by him.

Zhong Liyi looked at Fang Yuan with a ferocious face: "You want me to die, and I want you to die too. Fang Qinghan should have died more than ten years ago, and you should thank me for telling you to live longer That's right. Now I'm dragging you to meet your senior brother!"

Fang Yuan's breathing was unsteady, his body twitched, and he couldn't gather his breath even if he wanted to melt the sword in his hand. He used all the bets to win the Xianjia sect and dared not kill him, but he didn't expect Zhong Liyi to be alive !

He couldn't speak, he could only look at Zhong Liyi while panting, and glanced at Tongshi as if asking for help, he was entangled by those people.

Thinking that he planned for so long, and got the peeping mirror, he almost got a glimpse of the truth of his previous life, but in the end he was about to die in Zhong Liyi's hands.If Fang Yuan had the strength and wanted to scold the street, he shouldn't have been careless in the first place, just give this thing two more knives.

The world was spinning in front of his eyes, and he was blackened in bursts. When he was almost passed out, the force in his throat suddenly loosened, and the air rushed into his nasal cavity. He breathed heavily and coughed.Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a white wave dancing in the air, and a silver cold sword passed through Zhong Liyi's body. He fell to the ground like a deflated ball, flicked for a while, and never moved again. .

The white figure guarded him not far away: "No one is allowed to touch him." The silver sword swung in the air and returned to his hand.

Akiyo...

Fang Yuan thought to himself, have I been hallucinated by Zhong Liyi?This person is... Master?

Didn't he lose all his magic power? How could he have such a strong chill.Fang Yuan shrank his neck coldly, and hugged the things in his arms tightly, it was too cold...

Confused, he felt his neck and knees being hugged by someone, and his head was tilted into the man's arms. A faint, pleasant-smelling fresh air was introduced into his nose, blowing the air in his throat. The rusty nausea subsided.

Fang Yuan couldn't tell if this person was Xiao Zijun, but he felt an inexplicable sense of peace in his arms, so he asked with trembling voice, "Master?"

That person didn't answer, isn't he Master?

Fang Yuan was picked up, and he was flying in the air. The wind was blowing so hard that he was dizzy. He rubbed against his arms desperately, wrapped his arms around his waist, and only after rubbing for a while did he remember that he was wearing a white suit. , I have blood all over my body and hands, I must be dirty, not to mention if it is not the master, I can't hug it.

He quietly let go of his waist again, turned his face away not to touch his clothes, his whole body was coughed by the wind.

"Hold it well, don't move around."

Fang Yuan asked unwillingly again: "Is it Master?"

"Ah."

The stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he buried his face in Xiao Zijun's arms, as if he had returned to the time when he threw himself into the master's arms and cried bitterly in Fang Mansion. For some reason, he had enough ability to protect the master, but at a critical moment, he Always the one protected by Master.

Fang Yuan was actually afraid, why can’t let those past and dead ones turn the page, must they be clear about it, if today they really died in order to get a glimpse of the world mirror, then in the next life they will meet the teacher Respect?

He was thinking all over the place in his head, his head sank and he passed out.