[King Shen] Please enter the urn

In the depths of the Buddhist hall, countless stone statues form a dense forest-like stone formation, which divides the entire Buddhist hall into several heavens and earths, making people separated from each other and unable to look at each other.

Yunchuxiu was trapped and locked in a stone formation in the north.

He knelt on the ground, curled up into a ball, covered his ears with his hands, and kept shaking.

He kept muttering: "Master...Master Wife...Senior Ye..."

Sometimes his voice was like a mosquito, and sometimes he roared angrily, making people unable to guess what his feelings for the person he called were.

In the end, that sound, every sentence of calling, all turned into——

"Master...Master...Master!"

Sad and mournful, like an abandoned sick animal, howling as it was dying.

A cornered animal will always attract a hunter with a blade.

It may be that the killers thought contemptuously that Yun Chuxiu, who was sunk in the illusion, was nothing to worry about, so they only separated one person and walked behind him at a leisurely pace.

The icy sword tip touched Yunide Xiufu's arched back lying on the ground.

The ruthless killer looked down at the prey that was about to be slaughtered ruthlessly, and said with disdain: "The iron courage and lion heart showed great power over there and killed many of our brothers."

"You are a disciple, why are you such a coward?"

With a cold smile, he pressed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and was about to press it down.

Immediately there was a mournful moan, but it was not from Yun Chuxiu.

The killer, who was about to commit a crime, had his throat slit open from behind.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, the oriole follows behind, the battlefield changes rapidly, so why is the hunter not the prey?

With a bang, the corpse and the sharp sword fell to the ground.

Even though there was such a loud noise behind him, Yun Chuxiu was still immersed in the illusion, unaware of his surroundings.

After the body fell to the ground, the figure of the person who came out appeared.

He walked to Yun Chuxiu's side and put his hand on his shoulder.

He said softly, "Get up."

Yun Chuxiu knelt on the ground, motionless.

The visitor called "Get up" twice, but Yun Chuxiu did not move. He seemed to have exhausted his patience, grabbed his arm, and pulled him up abruptly.

This unexpected action made Yun Chuxiu look up in panic.

The visitor was slightly taken aback.

On Yun Chuxiu's face, there was no trace of his usual indifference and arrogance, and there were mottled tears.

The slack pupils indicated that he was sinking into the phantom nightmare and could not extricate himself. His pale face and trembling lips made him look pitiful and humble.

The visitor stared at him for a moment, gave a cold snort, roughly wiped away the tears on his face, and threw him on his back.

He carried the clouds out of Xiuxiu, held his breath, and carefully shuttled among the stone statues.

Feeling that the person on his back was still trembling, the person sighed lightly, and said: "If you have the ability to cry in front of Zhao Biqiong, who are you showing this appearance?"

This sentence is more like a soliloquy than asking Yun Chuxiu. There should not be someone asking and answering, but I heard a chuckle from behind: "Of course it is for you to see."

The man was startled suddenly, turned sideways, and wanted to throw Yun Chuxiu from his back.

However, Yun Chuxiu had planned it long ago, and he would only attack faster than him, so there was no room for him to dodge.

The vertical palms were like knives, and they were heavy on his shoulders. His arms were dislocated in an instant, and his strength was loose.

Suffering such a heavy blow, the man gritted his teeth and endured the sound, raised his head and slammed backward.

Yun Chuxiu slapped his shoulder with his right palm, flipped back in the air, kicked out his right foot, and hit his knee hard, the man fell to his knees unbearably.

Just about to struggle to get up, Yun Chuxiu, who landed on the ground, did not stop, stretched out his fingers like the wind, divided the various acupuncture points, and locked the joints.

The half-length man who just got up fell to the ground again, unable to move, like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.

He was kind enough to save others, but was bitten back and fell into danger.

After experiencing this incident, everyone will probably scold Yun Chuxiu for being mean and shameless, and to repay their kindness with revenge.

However, this person just pressed his face on the cold ground, silent and silent.

The dusty black boots stopped in front of him, Yun Dexiu squatted down, stretched out his hands to clamp his jaw and lifted it.

He smiled and said, "Why don't you ask anything?"

The man said, "What are you asking?"

Yun Chuxiu said: "Ask me why I set up an ambush for you."

The man laughed loudly without even thinking about it: "What is there to ask, there are always more evil spirits in the world, and fewer good people. Is there any reason why evil spirits want to eat people?"

Focusing on Yun Chuxiu's eyes, his words were full of ridicule.

"What's more, which of the cubs raised by Zhao Biqiong is not a wolf-hearted one?"

"The heads of the five master-killers are still hanging in front of the Patriarch Temple to dry."

"If you are a scum who will repay your kindness, I think he won't care too much."

Whenever he heard the name "Zhao Biqiong", Yun Chuxiu's eyelids trembled, but he still listened patiently to the other party, with a smile on his lips.

With a long sigh, he said, "That's right, Zhao Biqiong's people are all wild wolves, vicious and ruthless, greedy and selfish."

"But why is his first disciple a sheep?"

"Can you tell me why, brother?"

Hearing this, the man's face turned cold, and the white moonlight shone on his face like a layer of hoarfrost.

This person is indeed Wang Huoshao!

Wang Huoshao looked at him steadfastly, and the smile on the Buddha's face, which was always smiling, faded away, only to see that his eyes were deep and deep, like a thick dark night, and he couldn't see anything else.

He said: "Yun Chuxiu, you have never called this senior brother before, and you will never call it again."

Yun Chuxiu smiled and said, "Why don't you call?"

"If I don't call you 'Senior Brother' now, I'm afraid I will have to call you..."

Speaking of this, his face was hideous for a moment, as if the words he was about to say made him feel unspeakably disgusted and disgusted.

"I have to call you... Brother Sect Master."

"The head? Hahaha!" Wang Huoshao suddenly burst into laughter, indulgent and bright, until he was out of breath from laughing.

"Oh, oh, you really flatter me."

"Which heir to the head have you seen, who has been despised and trampled by others for more than ten years, working like a servant, and being called around like a dog?"

As he said this, the Buddha-like smile returned to his face.

Although he uttered words of resentment, his expression was indifferent.

He really wanted to shake his right hand, but he couldn't move because of the acupuncture point, so he had to tilt his head and stare at his right wrist.

"It's not that you don't know that my hand was disabled more than ten years ago."

"According to Zhao Biqiong's temperament, how could he choose a person who can't swing a knife a few times to be the head of Tishman Gate?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help laughing again, as if just thinking about the situation made him overjoyed.

"Since you think highly of me so much, I'll go to the head and say something nice for you."

"When you become the head of the sect in the future, don't forget my contribution. How about making me an elder and eating and drinking until I die?"

He looked at Yun Chuxiu with a smile, and Yun Chuxiu was also staring at him deeply.

Without saying anything, he suddenly took a step, and lightly stepped on Wang Huoshao's left hand with the hard sole of his boot.

Before he could use any force, Wang Huoshao let out a miserable howl like killing a pig.

"What are you, what are you doing!"

"Junior Brother Yun! Senior Brother Yun! Ancestor Yun! If my younger brother says something wrong, you have a lot to say, don't be as knowledgeable as my younger brother, who is still pointing at this hand and chatting in the long night... oh!"

The heel of his left hand was crushed hard, and the bones of his hand crackled like grains being ground by a millstone.

When he stepped on it lightly just now, he screamed sharply, but now that Yun Chuxiu was really torturing him, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Staring at his left hand that was about to be crushed, the color in his pupils was unpredictable.

Yun Chuxiu said, "That's right."

"If you joke with me again, don't even want your left hand."

"If this hand is really abolished, you must be very unwilling?"

Wang Huoshao's eyes flashed, and he said, "What do you mean?"

Yun Chuxiu smiled slightly, and said: "Others only think of you as a piece of mud that can't support the wall, but they don't know that you are a potential dragon in the deep abyss, a sleeping tiger."

Wang Huoshao thought that Yun Chuxiu was deliberately mocking him, and said with a smile, "What do you mean by that..."

Before he finished speaking, Yun Chuxiu interrupted, and the warm breath gently blew on his face.

"I saw how you secretly practiced your knife at night."

"This hand is used!"

As he said that, the strength under his feet increased a bit, and a look of pain flashed in Wang Huoshao's eyes.

"Whether it is wind or sun, or rain or frost, ten years will be like a day."

"Some time ago, I peeped in the dark and saw that your sword skills are no longer inferior to mine."

"However, in front of the same sect, he is still obedient, beaten and scolded... It is really shocking to bear the humiliation and conspire so much."

Seeing Yun Chuxiu's expression gradually becoming serious and cold, Wang Huoshao thought that he was going to force himself to tell the so-called plot.

Unexpectedly, the other party smiled and said: "I really want to see, you have endured humiliation, endured humiliation, and worked so hard for more than ten years to sharpen the left-handed saber, and the frost blade was scrapped before you even tried it... What kind of expression would you have? "

"Will you go crazy? Will you seek death?"

He stared closely at Wang Huoshao's face, wanting to see fear, unwillingness and panic, all dark emotions would make him feel happy.

However, Wang Huoshao didn't show any joyful expression on his face, he just frowned and said with a little bit of confusion: "I'll probably hide in bed and cry."

"I'm already ugly, and it's even more ugly when I cry. You definitely don't want to see that look."

Yun Chuxiu was slightly taken aback, and stared at him for a long, long time.

Suddenly he sighed softly, and said: "The sea is open to all rivers, and it is great to be tolerant; it stands on a wall, and it is strong without desire."

"No wonder Master likes you so much."

Wang Huoshao chuckled, the laughter was full of sarcasm, and he obviously disagreed with the word "like".

"I have no intention of being the head of the sect, and asking myself has never blocked your way."

"Stealing the left-hand saber technique is only for self-protection, how can it be compared to your master's careful teaching?"

"So aggressive, why bother?"

Yun Chuxiu said: "I didn't want to kill you at all. After all, all the brothers and sisters have almost withered away. It would be too lonely if I just stayed to the end by myself."

As he spoke, he sighed softly, the look of compassion in his brows was really moving, if Wang Huoshao didn't know him well, he would have been tricked into thinking how much affection he has with those fellow disciples.

After sighing, the pupils that focused on Wang Huo were as terrifying as poisonous snakes.

"However, you startled me too much."

"Open-minded and firm-willed, in the face of contempt and criticism, he stands still, like a solitary pine and a strong bamboo, letting him be blown from east to west."

"If you break through and then stand up and grow up, there will be no place for me in Tishman Gate!"

Wang Huoshao never thought that Yun Chuxiu would look up to him so highly, his lips moved slightly, just about to say something.

Yun Chuxiu suddenly covered his face and burst out laughing.

That laughter was like a jackdaw crying at night, sad and sharp, creepy.

He laughed and shouted, "No, no, what I said just now is wrong!"

"I'm not going to kill you because of those bullshit, but because Master values ​​you!!!"

Although he covered his face with his hands when he laughed, Wang Huoshao deeply felt his cold and ruthless gaze shot out from between his fingers, like Senli's blade, gouging out his face one by one.

Yun Chuxiu said: "Why does Master love you so much!"

"Even if you crippled your right hand, he never gave up on you. He still wants to hone you and torture you! Why!"

Feeling agitated, he exerted force again with his feet, the strength was as ruthless as he was grinding the words in his words with his teeth.

Wang Huoshaofeng frowned, tried his best to bear the pain, gritted his teeth, and said with a little self-mockery: "I can't bear this kind of importance!"

Yun Chuxiu, who fell into madness, didn't seem to hear it. He kicked Wang Huoshao on the ground like a storm, and shouted loudly: "So I will kill you."

"I only want Master to see me alone!"

"For this reason, I even killed Ye Jiuqiu!"

He stretched out his hand to grab Wang Huoshao's hair, and pulled up the head of the man curled up in pain.

He smiled and cried, "Why do you think he saved me?"

"If he hadn't saved me, he wouldn't have died, and you wouldn't have died either."

"But why did he save me?"

Wang Huoshao's nose was bruised and his face was swollen from being kicked, he gasped and hissed, "It's probably because he was being stupid for a while."

"Anyone with a pure mind is always a bit stupid."

Hearing this, Yun Chuxiu's pupils dimmed, and he suddenly calmed down.

He said, "Then why did you save me?"

Wang Huoshao let out a "bah", spat a mouthful of blood foam on the ground, and said, "Didn't you say that I have the heart of a sheep?"

Just as he was speaking, there was a rumbling sound not far away, like rocks cracking and landslides, and the wind blew, and the surrounding Buddha incense was clear.

However, no one cares.

Wang Huoshao laughed and said, "You just think that I don't want to see my fellow sect wither, and the sect master's knees be desolate."

Yun Chuxiu looked at him and smiled, and couldn't help laughing himself.

The two were laughing when suddenly a white light lit up and pierced into Wang Huoshao's chest.

When the white blade pierced through the back, it was filled with scarlet, very bright and intense.

Wang Huoshao slowly fell into Yunchuxiu's arms.

Yun Chuxiu hugged the corpse and looked up at the dilapidated roof.

The moonlight was like water, dripping down on his face.

He said lightly: "Unfortunately, I don't believe it."