After the master's ascension

Since five years ago, the blood of [-] soldiers stained every inch of land in Nanling, this dry land has been constantly raining.

As if God is weeping in pity, the sky in Nanling will always have only a gloomy color.

Except for Ning Zhi, chief of the Yao Pavilion, and Lu Wangyu who came back later, this battlefield ushered in the third memorial ceremony.

Jiang An looked at the empty territory around him. He never thought that five years would be enough to turn this world upside down.

All the old friends are gone, and this world has become what it was when they first wandered.No relatives, no friends, nowhere to call home.

Nanling Rongsheng Mansion, this colossus that stood for thousands of years, collapsed in just a moment.

A crimson flame rose from the brazier, and a bit of white ashes flew around like butterfly wings.

Wushuang gritted his teeth and handed the things in his hands one by one, tears streaming down his face, and he couldn't make a sound.Jiang An's eyes were slightly red, but there was a bright smile on his face, just like the young man who believed in a bright future when he said goodbye.

He threw the yellowed paper in his hand into the fire, and let it be licked by the flames.

He said softly, "Mr. Rong, I'm back."

"It's time to pick up Rong Sheng's mansion."

That piece of paper was the contract that Mr. Rong insisted on making when he was pestering him and Wushuang.

What was written in the contract was his written promise that when he returned from his studies, he would enter Nanling and try his best to meet the requirements and become a member of Rong Sheng's mansion.

At that time, Mr. Rong once said that if it was a few years earlier, he would definitely take them under his command.At that time, Jiang An didn't understand what it meant, but thought that maybe he was too weak to meet their requirements.

Then I will become stronger, learn my skills well, and when I return to Nanling, I won't embarrass Mr. Rong again.

But until now, he didn't understand the meaning of that sentence - Rong Sheng's mansion could no longer hold on, there was no need to let innocent people get involved in this muddy water.

Jiang An has never seen the glorious years of Nanling, nor enjoyed the glory of the eagle emblem on his shoulders.But Nanling still extended his hand to him in a friendly way in the midst of the wind and rain.

With this force, he rescued Wushuang from the quagmire, he accepted their generous help, and now, he is naturally willing to come back.

He is willing to stick to his last belief in this ruins.

Lu Wangyu asserted that the soul of Rongsheng Mansion in Nanling will last forever.Because he knows that it does not exist in the blood, but only in the heart.

Whether it was the lame veteran in Xuanzhou back then, or the Zhu's Grain and Oil Shop, which is still struggling in Zhuzhou County, or Jiang An, who is holding on to the no-owner contract.

As long as justice exists in the world, Nanling will always exist.

Wushuang's eyes were red from crying, he has always been a quiet child, and he has always been strong.He didn't cry when he cut off his tail, and he didn't cry when he was suffering day and night in Jianzhong.

But when they managed to climb out of the abyss and returned to this world, they thought that there would be no more ups and downs in the future, but they realized that the world had already become a purgatory.

He has always believed that good people will be rewarded and evil people will receive the punishment they deserve.But today's piles of piles have revealed the absurdity of this world.

Good people buried their bones in Nanling, while the wicked are still condescending in this world, proud of the blood on their hands.

Jiang An silently lit all the incense candles. He bowed deeply and swore: "If there is no justice in this world, then go get it back yourself... I will definitely make them pay the price."

Wushuang glanced at him, and he lowered his eyes again, tears and the things in his hand fell into the brazier.

"Mr. Rong, don't worry, we will be optimistic about Nanling..."

After paying homage to the heroic souls on the Nanling battlefield, they needed to set off again.Wushuang wiped away the last tears in her eyes, and said hoarsely, "Brother, shall we go to Yao Pavilion to settle accounts now?"

Jiang An shook his head slowly, a dark color flashed in his eyes, and said: "No, Mr. Lu disappeared for five years, but recently he suddenly appeared in Zhuzhou County, and even had a conflict with Yao Pavilion."

"He never fights unprepared, which shows that he must have a plan... If we act rashly, it may affect him."

"So..." Wushuang frowned, he understood what his brother meant, and said affirmatively, "We should find Mr. Lu now and join his plan."

The problem arises again... Lu Wangyu has always been elusive, but now the whole world is looking for him, but he finds nothing, so what can they do?

Wushuang pondered for a moment with lowered eyes, and suggested: "Perhaps, Mr. Lu can come to us... Qing Ya's affairs have become serious, as long as we reveal our whereabouts, he can know where we are..."

However, this proposal still has serious loopholes.

Jiang An seriously analyzed: "This is inappropriate. If our whereabouts are exposed, it will definitely attract the attention of many people. Even if Mr. Lu can find us, but at the same time, his whereabouts will be leaked because of us..."

"His current situation is much more dangerous than ours. We must not act recklessly..."

Things seemed to be at an impasse, and the two stopped talking, but carefully considered various feasible plans.

Jiang An suddenly turned his head, his eyes were resolute, and he said firmly: "We should go to one, he will go, and he can guess where we will go too."

Seeing that Wushuang looked over ignorantly, he stopped hiding and came to a conclusion decisively.

"The old site of Rongsheng Mansion in Nanling."

When Jiang An and Wu Shuang rushed to the former site of Rong Sheng's Mansion, the center of another big vortex in the cultivation world came to Foxin Temple grandly.

After Lu Wangyu left the banquet capital, he came here to meet the real person Tu Fan.

After five years, he came here again, but he no longer entered the guest room, but was directly led by the drug boy into Tu Fan's bedroom.

Today's real Tu Fan has gray hair and weak breath.He has been bedridden for some time.

Yao Boy thoughtfully rolled up the bed curtain for him, and carefully covered the doors and windows.Now that the Lantern Festival has just passed, the cold wind is expected to be chilly, if it gets cold again, I am afraid that real people will have to suffer a lot again.

"Really, Mr. Lu is here." The drug boy woke up the old man softly, saw the real person opened his cloudy eyes, coughed twice, then waved his hand to call him down.

The drug boy didn't stay any longer, and left obediently and lightly, leaving room for the two of them to catch up.

Lu Wangyu saw that real Tu Fan was so weak, his throat seemed to be tightly blocked by cotton wool, and he was speechless for a while.

Daoist Tu Fan didn't care much, he coughed twice, trying to stand up with difficulty, when Lu Wangyu saw this, he immediately stepped forward to help him up, so that he could lean on the head of the bed comfortably.

There seemed to be tears in the old man's eyes, he smiled gratifiedly and said, "Wang Yu, it's great that you're back..."

Lu Wangyu carefully held the quilt for him, and replied slowly: "The real person knows where I have been in the past five years."

He showed the sly smile that he had only before, and said, "I really ascended, and I saw Master."

"Oh?" Master Tu Fan seemed to have regained his energy. He thought of an old friend who was out of tune, and the smile on his lips became stronger, "How is the old guard now..."

Lu Wangyu said: "Master is still causing trouble as always. He and his senior brother helped me reverse the ascension. I'm afraid I will offend the gatekeeper again."

He spoke lightly, but he took away all the dangers in one stroke.Daoist Tu Fan has already worried too much. He needs to rest, so he shouldn't be aware of all the dangers behind it.

"Also..." He straightened up slowly, and said seriously, "Master said, when I meet you next time, I must fight on the chess game for three days and three nights."

Daoist Tu Fan finally laughed out loud, but it also affected his old illness, but he held his chest and gasped and coughed several times: "This stinky chess player, is he okay?"

Lu Wangyu calmed down for him, and said his final goal: "So Daoist, don't worry, leave the rest to us..."

There was a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "You just need to think about it, next time my master cheats, how will you fight back against him..."

Daoist Tu Fan nodded slightly, he was injured too badly, he died in the Foxin Temple in the battle of Chengyang Peak that year.

Nan Ke broke his pen, and he continued to reshape Nan Ke's illusion with his life's cultivation, temporarily holding that person back.

After that battle, his meridians and bones were all injured, and his cultivation base was exhausted. Now he is just an ordinary old man who is dying.

I'm afraid that the old friend will never see each other again.

But now, at the end of his life, he got the best news.

Wang Yu is still alive, he said, and the child is still in this world, but he is trapped and unable to get out.And he reversed his ascension just to rescue him.

That's really, really good...

Master Tu Fan slowly closed his eyes, and he fell asleep.

Old injuries made him groggy all day long, and today is also the good news of Lu Wangyu's return, which made him cheer up and chat for a long time.

Lu Wangyu had already got the news from Yao Boy, so he took his pulse quietly for a while, then helped him to lie down, tucked in the quilt, and went out lightly.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw Yao Boy guarding the door in a panic, so anxious that his forehead was sweating in the cold winter months.

After bringing him out, Yao Boy's eyes lit up, but his expression became even more anxious.

He leaned forward, afraid of disturbing the old man in the room, he could only lower his voice and say: "Young Master Lu, the Unforgiving Walker is here!"

Lu Wangyu looked in the direction he pointed, and there was a familiar figure standing silently in front of the courtyard gate.

Yao Boy was in a hurry, as the person who served Tu Fan, he naturally knew the grievances between them.

Since five years ago, the real person of his family exhausted his skills and stopped Wu Shu, the rift between the two has been completely broken.

After Wushu severely injured Tu Fan with the nine-ringed golden rod, he complained about the real person's sacrifice of his life to stop others. He hadn't set foot in Qianxinyuan for five years.

He was ruthless in his attacks and acted indifferently, which naturally made Yaotong feel uneasy.

In the past, Yao Boy would respectfully call him Master Wushu, but now he is just referred to as Xingzhe Wushu.

Not long ago, when he heard that Lu Wangyu had reappeared in the world, Wushu guessed that he would definitely come to Foxin Temple to visit Master Tu Fan, so he stayed at the gate of Qianxin Temple all day long.

Yao Boy managed to sneak in with Lu Wangyu, but unexpectedly, the two bumped into each other.

Looking at the figure waiting outside the courtyard gate, Lu Wangyu's eyes instantly turned cold, almost covered with thousands of years of ice.

He raised the corners of his mouth, and after making a silent gesture to Yao Boy, he walked straight to the door.

Just as Yao Boy was about to speak to stop him, he frowned tightly and chased after him for two steps, but remembered something, looked back at the closed door, and was in a dilemma for a while.

Mr. Lu doesn't look good over there, but Daoist Tu Fan can't do without people here...

Lu Wangyu seemed to sense the anxiety of the people behind him. He turned his head and pointed his slender fingers inside the room, but he was silently telling Yao Boy to take good care of the old man.

After explaining, he just walked to the gate of the courtyard, only to see the young monk standing quietly one foot outside the gate, holding the shining golden nine-ringed Zen stick in his hand.

He smiled, and sighed meaningfully: "Fortunately, Master Wushu didn't step into Qianxinyuan, otherwise I don't know how to deal with this dirty place."

Wu Shu folded his palms together, silently recited Amitabha, and said: "Since Benefactor Lu is here, there is no need to leave."

With one hand behind his back, Lu Wangyu raised his hand as a gesture of invitation, pointing in the direction of the martial arts stage of Foxin Temple.

New accounts and old accounts, they will figure it out today!

The martial art stage of Foxin Temple is under a mountain wall, which is the place where the disciples in the backyard practice.But Foxin Temple advocates doing what one likes, and fighting venues like Yanwutai are rarely used, and few people come here on weekdays.

Today, it ushered in two people.

Lu Wangyu and Wushu stood at the two ends of the stage, neither of them took the lead, but the atmosphere stagnated for no reason.

Finally, all the smiles disappeared from Lu Wangyu's face, his expression became cold, and his voice was devoid of emotion.

"Wusu, because of your master's grievances with me, you target me everywhere. I admit this. But you hurt the people around me again and again. This bad debt will be settled together today."

The young monk did not waver at all, he said calmly: "If you do evil, and they protect you, it is also evil. Killing rape and eliminating evil is the lifelong journey of our monks."

"Speaking of personal enmity so high-soundingly, this is the art of compassion taught by Foxin Temple? Yao Pavilion killed the demon clan and slaughtered Nanling for their own selfish desires. Why don't you discuss righteousness and evil with them?"

There is stubbornness in Wushu's eyes, but he doesn't hide it anymore: "Whether others are good or not, you can't change your nature at all. If you try to excuse yourself with sweet words, you will really disappoint this little monk..."

Lu Wangyu was almost disgusted by his remarks. The so-called beheading and eradicating evil was just putting a high hat on his own personal hatred.

He never excused himself from breaking the ancient Yue royal court.It was nothing more than success and defeat. If the Guyue people really wanted to take revenge, even if they raised their troops to overthrow Dasheng, he could still respect them as men.

However, there are some people who, with deep-seated hatred, still insist on saving the world under the banner of saving the world.

Suddenly, Lu Wangyu remembered what he had said at the time.

If they really want us to be responsible for the destruction of Gu Yue, then I will accompany my brother.No matter what the outcome is, we will bear it together.

At that time, he actually answered "yes".Thinking about it now, it's really ridiculous, how could he tolerate the defeated subordinates in the gutter, shouting wildly in front of him.

Lu Wangyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, what will happen to Gu Yue, and what does it have to do with me?Winners and losers are never just talk.

He replied indifferently: "If you are disappointed, you will be disappointed. I don't need you to judge me."

Wushu just nodded slightly, his eyes flashed, and the golden Zen staff in his hand shook, and the sand and stones flew instantly, and the wind howled in all directions.

The sandstorm rose, completely blurring all the scenes in front of him. Wushu calculated Lu Wangyu's position in his mind, and wanted to use the nine-ringed Zen staff to give him a fatal blow under the cover of flying sand.

This move was the ultimate move he used to seriously injure Master Tu Fan.Can't guard against, no one can stop!

But before the Zen staff with a thousand catties of strength left his hand, a figure suddenly appeared in the yellow sand all over the sky.

But Lu Wangyu didn't even draw out his sword, he came through the sand and stepped on the sky, like an eagle galloping and diving in the sky.

He was surrounded by faintly glowing formation patterns, and he was actually holding the nine-ringed golden staff with one hand!

Wushu didn't expect such a thing to happen, he never thought that the blindfold he made would become a weapon used by the opponent in turn.

He even didn't expect that someone would dare to pick up the Nine Rings Zen Staff with one hand!

His eyes were full of horror, Lu Wangyu held the Zen stick, and he was hit back a few meters away. The end of the Zen stick pierced straight into the mountain wall behind him, but Lu Wangyu held the other end with one hand.

Only one move determines the outcome.

The evil ghost in front of him showed his scarlet pupils, Lu Wangyu raised the corners of his mouth, his ironic smile was full of bloodthirsty.

"I'm also very disappointed, Master Wushu is such a waste."