Say it's a big treason to the master

Gong Wutong - clasped Yue Jiwang's wrist, looked at the red stitches indifferently.

Yue Jiwang's ears escaped, and Wei Wucha breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes fell on his arm, and he sucked back the relieved breath, his face full of horror.

Gong Wutong shook his hand away expressionlessly: "You also know that you are afraid?"

Yue Jiwang caressed his arm in disbelief: "Is this something that...that living dead man in Mingzhou had?"

Ming Xiuyi was also taken aback, and hurried forward to have a look.

The stitches are fine and dense, hidden in the bones and veins, and seem to be slowly drilling in.

Yue's face turned pale when he looked at it for a long time, and he pulled out his sword suddenly, and slashed at his own hand without saying a word.

He is too reckless, Ming Xiuyi almost rolled his eyes at him even at such a critical juncture when he saw this situation, he was about to make a move to stop Yue Zhiwang, when he saw Master's jade flute coming straight at Yue Jiwang holding the sword hand.

The more he looked at the pain, the fingers loosened, and the sword fell directly.

"If you say you're stupid, you really don't need to use your brain?" Gong Wutong hated iron but steel, "First figure out what's going on with this line, is it difficult?"

Yue Jiwang was drawn so submissively that he cut off his hand so hard that he was completely gone. He timidly said: "Then how do I find out the origin of this thread?"

Gong Wutong's face was full of horror, wishing to go back to four years ago and make himself dizzy when he took this person as his apprentice.

Seeing that Master was grinding his teeth, Ming Xiuyi understood that he was angry, coughed dryly, and said: "Brother, just now Master said that the crazy person has problems, maybe he did it."

The more he looked, he was stunned, and suddenly he clenched his fist with his left hand and knocked on his right palm: "So that's how it is!"

Gong Wutong: "..."

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Yue Jiwang didn't look at the foolish eyes that Master and Junior Brother looked at him, and immediately drew out his sword and flew back to take out the wilderness to settle accounts with that lunatic.

Ming Xiuyi hesitated and said: "Master, senior brother..."

"Do you want to take care of him?" Gong Wutong said in a strange way, "Then you go and have a look, what are you talking to me about?"

Having said that, he still passed the wind with his nose not his nose and his eyes not his eyes, intending to see how Yue Shiliu, a brainless man, could pull out the thread.

Because Gong Wutong split the mustard seeds, the sword cultivator and a dozen monks couldn't stay, so they sat on the ground in small groups to discuss the sword competition.

The more he looked at the sky, he was hunting in black, and when he looked at people with a sword in his hand, his aura was cold and fierce, quite bloodthirsty with a fierce sword.

The more he looked - he was about to look for the crazy monk when he landed, his eyes were cold - he scanned the surroundings, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.

After the sword cultivator who had warmly entertained him knew that he was the disciple of the little saint, his attitude became better at this time, and he stepped forward with a smile and said, "Cultivator Yue, did you forget to bring something?"

Not seeing any traces, Yue stepped back half a step, raised his sword sharply, and said solemnly, "Stop!"

Jianxiu was stunned for a moment, and could only stand there in embarrassment.

Yue Jiwang looked away and looked around slowly. Those people looked at him with the same doubts on their faces, as if they didn't understand why he had to draw his sword.

With a sullen face, Yue Jiwang strode forward—grabbing Jianxiu's hand, and roughly tore off his sleeve, exposing a section of his forearm.

——on that forearm there was a red stitch like his.

Yue Zhiwang's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

For the dozen or so sword cultivators in front of them, it seemed as if all the vitality had been taken out of their bodies in an instant, only a pair of empty skins, and... the soul that was forcibly bound in the body.

It's the same situation as the large number of living dead in Mingzhou.

At this moment, there were faint murmurs from the corner, and the more I looked up, I saw the crazy monk was getting up with his tattered robes, staggering around beside the people around him as if he was drunk Go, muttering something.

"Sewing and mending... Desolately, I have a lover."

While muttering, he burst out laughing suddenly, and then his voice became louder and louder, and then fell to the ground, as if he was drunk.

Yue looked at his face like sinking water, threw Jianxiu away, and quickly stepped forward to stab the sword in his hand into the heart of the people underneath.

Only the dull sound of the blade piercing the body was heard, and the people on the ground grunted.

Gong Wutong stood not far away with his sleeves folded, and said to Ming Xiuyi next to him: "Although your elder brother is reckless, you will never show mercy when you should be cruel. Learn from it."

Ming Xiuyi didn't understand why he wanted to be ruthless like the elder brother, but the master said so, so he had no choice but to nod: "Yes."

In two words, Yue Zhiwang had already killed the life of the people on the ground, and all the monks on the side wanted to come up to stop him, but Yue Zhiwang's sword swept him away.

The sword cultivator said: "Cultivator Yue! Calm down, I've been looking at him, he didn't do anything..."

Yue Jiwang looked at him coldly: "Killed all of you, what can you call doing nothing?!"

Jianxiu was stunned, and the others also looked at each other, not knowing why Yue Jiwang made such a statement.

Gong Wutong suddenly said: "I hope."

Yue looked back at Gong Wutong, his eyes suddenly turned red for some reason.

Gong Wutong looked at him indifferently with those eyes that have seen through too much life and death, and said: "This is fate."

The first time he saw this group of monks, he saw that they would die here today, and the only one who survived was that crazy monk.

Yue stared blankly, recalling the words Gong Wutong told Jianxiu just now, suddenly something hot and cold was stuffed into his throat, choking him so much that he couldn't speak a word.

Gong Wutong walked slowly to the side of the person whose life was hoped to be killed by Yue Ji, slightly kicked with his toes, and the person rolled over, showing a face of death.

Obviously Yue Wang stabbed him so many swords, but not much blood flowed from his body, like a skin that had dried up for a long time.

"He's not dead yet." Gong Wutong said lightly, "His soul should have escaped."

Yue Zhiwang took a deep breath and said, "I will find him and kill him completely."

"Yeah." Gong Wutong said, "You still have his mark on you, just wait, he will come looking for you again."

"Mark?"

Gong Wutong didn't say much, he walked past the group of monks who had lost their vitality and didn't even realize they were dead, and left here with Yue Jiwang and Ming Xiuyi.

Yue Ji looked back at those monks who were still standing there with blank faces, and said softly, "What will happen to them?"

Gong Wutong: "They will continue to live like this, without realizing that they are dead."

Yue Jiwang: "What if someone else tells me?"

Gong Wutong looked at him strangely: "Their souls are still in their skins, even if someone tells them, they won't feel that there is anything strange about them."

The more he looked, he pursed his lips and remained silent.

After a long time, he couldn't hold back, and murmured: "Master... If you had said that lunatic was strange, would they have been rescued?"

Ming Xiuyi's expression darkened, and he said sharply: "The more you look, the more careful you speak!"

After Yue Wang finished speaking, he also realized that this sentence was too questioning. He wanted to explain but didn't know how to speak, so he could only shut up.

Gong Wutong didn't take it seriously, he knew that Yue Jiwang's temperament that never thought too much meant nothing else, he was really just asking himself if they would violate the destiny and be rescued if he said it.

Gong Wutong didn't turn her head back, her tone was steady: "No."

Yue Jiwang raised his eyes in a daze.

Gong Wutong was walking against the wind, his slender back seemed to be blown away by the wind at any time, his black hair was flying, he tilted his head slightly, his brows were not as bright as usual, but with a little indifference that sees through everything in the world.

"Even if I stay here today, I can't save them."

Gong Wutong has seen too much in these years, and done too much useless work, so he will no longer be as naive as Yue Jiwang, who has no expectations for destiny.

No matter how much these eyes see, they can only watch like a bystander.

After a few words, the three of them had already returned to the house.

Sui Xiangfeng became excited when he saw the spirit grass that he had never seen before, and he was not asleep at this time, seeing the three of them coming back together, he hurriedly stood up: "Where did you go, - take a walk together?"

Gong Wutong and Yue Jiwang ignored him, Ming Xiuyi said in a warm voice: "I went out to do something, now I'm done."

Sui Xiangfeng didn't ask too much.

Yue Jiwang followed Gong Wutong to the inner room, and when there was no one around, he asked: "Does the imprint that Master just mentioned refer to the thing on my arm?"

Gong Wutong looked a little tired, he rubbed his eyebrows and sat on the chair, did not answer, but glanced at the table first.

If Mingxiu attained this level, he would certainly have observed the words and expressions and poured tea for the master, but the more anxious this neurotic didn't realize what Gong Wutong meant at all, he was still secretly distressed there.

Gong Wutong was completely convinced.

I can't blame him for placing the lofty ambition of "rebelling against the Dao and deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors" on Ming Xiuyi. It is really that his first disciple is too stupid—the second disciple who only wants to mess with flowers and plants is too stupid.

Gong Wutong poured tea for himself, and said: "Those monks are dead but not dead, probably because someone 'sewn' their souls onto their bodies."

The more he looked at the imprint on his forearm, it really looked like the imprint of a needle and thread.

"The imprint must have paid a huge price to allow the dead to live in the world." Gong Wutong yawned and said lazily, "Your vitality has not been taken away, that person must not We'll let it go, so we'll just have to wait."

Yue Jiwang nodded: "Then what should I do?"

Gong Wutong looked him up and down, and suddenly had an idea.

After a while, Ming Xiuyi adjusted his breath and recovered his spiritual power, and came to Xungong Wutong, intending to let the master rest for a while.

As soon as I entered the yard, I saw a bamboo basket half a person's height standing on the open space in the center.

Mingxiu didn't know what to do, so he stepped forward in doubt, and found that the bamboo basket was supported by a wooden stick, and a piece of rope was tied to the wooden stick, leading it all the way to the inner room.

And Yue Zhiwang was hugging his knees trying to shrink his body, curled up under the bamboo basket, and sprinkled a handful of rice in front of him.

Ming Xiuyi: "..."

Is this catching a sparrow?

Or is this a new way to punish people deliberately made by Master?

Ming Xiuyi walked to the inner room with a complicated expression, and saw Gong Wutong playing with the rope with one hand, and scratching a few words on the jade tablet lazily with one hand.

"I have found it, in the south, in the direction of Mingxia Island"

Ming Xiuyi: "Master."

Gong Wutong raised his eyes to look at him, and hummed: "What?"

Ming Xiuyi said, "I'll sleep with you."

Gong Wutong would not refuse the "jue" who came to his door, untied the rope, and raised his chin towards Ming Xiuyi.

Ming Xiuyi walked over, hesitating for some reason.

Gong Wutong: "What's the matter, mother-in-law, if you have anything to say, just tell me."

Ming Xiuyi sat beside him, hesitating for a long time, and tentatively said softly: "Master, you said that the Ice Spirit Seed... is suitable for cultivating..."

His voice was getting quieter, and the last four words sounded like fried beans.

"Is it suitable for cultivating... Ruthless Dao?"