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In an instant, the situation changed.Black clouds gathered layer upon layer, staring at the ground like ghosts and ghosts, flying sand filled the sky, and a large smell quickly dispersed.

The wind and sand made people unable to open their eyes, Gu Zhishi regained his senses in a panic from the sudden change, hurriedly went to find Wen Shugeng, he broke through the wind and walked forward with difficulty.

In the sky that was so dark that it was almost night, the blood dripping all over the ground was flowing and burning like magma.

The light of the dagger adds a gloomy, mysterious and strange color to the dark color.There was light in the scholar's eyes, and he was extremely gentle.

He flipped his gestures, unbelievably fast.

And Wen Shugeng stood opposite him, motionless as if frozen, with a plain wooden hairpin at his feet.

Gu Zhishi opened her eyes, only to feel pain like a knife slashing from her eyelids, as if blood gushed out of her eyes, it was so hot that she almost wanted to cry.

master.He roared silently, and saw a strange disc that seemed familiar appeared above the void on Wen Shugeng's back.

The man's voice was slender and affectionate, and he said: "A Heng."

His lips were pale, his cheeks were gray, and he already looked exhausted.Gu Zhishi felt that his hands and feet were like lead injections, and he couldn't move even half a centimeter. He was terrified in his heart, seeing the scholar stand up in a panic, and wanted to touch Wen Shugeng's face with his hands!

The wind blade was sharp, like a steel knife, and it actually cut Wen Shugeng's hairband.The long hair was loose, falling weakly to the shoulders in the air.

At that moment, Gu Zhishi felt a dull pain in his heart.Five years ago, Dengyun Peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, unfathomable.When he fell down, Gu Zhishi stretched out his hand anxiously, but only caught a strand of hair, which was soft and cold. After that, all his nightmares were staged in the bone-chilling ice and snow.

Gu Zhishi let out a very low cry from his throat, he raised his hand forcefully, almost felt his bones being torn, the pain made him almost faint.

At the very moment, Gu Zhishi jumped up, but his posture was neither chic nor steady, he even squeezed between Wen Shugeng and the scholar hastily, and broke the formation forcefully with his physical body.

The scholar's hand paused in the air, barely touching Wen Shugeng's temple hair.

puff!He suddenly vomited blood, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he lost his spirit in an instant, as if he had fallen apart. This person hit the ground like a stone in a daze.

Wen Shugeng fell down, Gu Zhishi immediately hugged him, and out of fear, he hugged him tightly without regard for measure.He wanted to call him "Master" in a low voice, but a fishy-sweet smell rushed straight to his throat, he frowned in pain, and the corner of his mouth overflowed uncontrollably with a stream of red-black blood.

"Daddy!" The child's heart-piercing cry brought people back to reality.The sudden and huge change just now made the people who just came back to their senses at this moment turn pale with fright.

That scholar's face was blue and black, and he was powerless.The child knelt beside him, grabbed his sleeve, and cried out of breath.

Song Ziyu hurried to Gu Zhishi's side, and asked nervously, "What's wrong with him?"

Gu Zhishi felt so much hatred in his heart that his eyes almost split open: "That scholar, who practiced sorcery, I don't know what kind of formation is called Master... Mr. Wen is in a coma."

Song Ziyu went to see Wen Shugeng's face, it was very pale.Song Ziyu then pinched Wen Shugeng's wrist to give him his lifeline. Fortunately, there was no internal injury.Then he took advantage of the situation to pick up Wen Shugeng, but Gu Zhishi didn't move at all, showing no intention of letting go.

Song Ziyu looked at Gu Zhishi suspiciously.As Wen Shugeng's confidant and friend, it may be more reasonable and reasonable for him to take care of this person.

Gu Zhishi backed away without a trace, looked at Wen Shugeng's black hair, and wrote lightly: "Mr. Song is weak, let me do it."

Song Ziyu's eyes were complicated.He is skilled in both civil and martial arts. Although Wu is not a first-class master, he is still much better than ordinary Wu Fu.The word "frail" is extremely absurd whether it is applied to him or Wen Shugeng.

But Gu Zhishi couldn't control that much anymore, he honestly said in his heart that he didn't want to let go, so he followed his heart.What's more, he has never been a submissive person.

Wen Shugeng closed his eyes, ignorant.

Screams, noises, and cries mixed together, and the crowd around them instantly broke out into panic like a plague.Gu Zhishi frowned slightly, and gently covered Wen Shugeng's ears with his palms.

Seeing that Wen Shugeng was harmless, Song Ziyu squatted down and looked carefully at the man's death: his eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, it was obvious that he was dying.The child became hoarse from crying, and his parents were both damaged. From then on, he had to walk alone in this world.

With trembling hands, the child put the wooden hairpin that he had been holding tightly into his father's hand, clenched it tightly, and put his hands together on his chest.

The hairpin was unremarkable, ordinary wood, the only thing worthy of praise was the small thin gold characters engraved on it: Pan.

Gu Zhishi glanced casually, but was attracted by the hairpin.He clearly remembered that in the formation at that time, there was a similar wooden hairpin lying at Wen Shugeng's feet!

He also heard the child muttering to his father: "Daddy, don't look for your mother. We will meet each other in the underworld."

Searching?A light flashed in Gu Zhishi's mind, so the scholar did this to find someone?He looked around, but only found the shattered wooden hairpin remnants on the ground.

Just now, the old woman who hated iron and steel had already cried into tears. She hugged her child and wailed loudly, and said sadly: "Poor child! I have watched your father grow up since I was a child, how... how did he become a child?" That's it!"

The child's eyes were red from crying, he just looked at his father dully, and said to himself: "Father, mother will see you soon, don't be sad." He touched his father's eyes with his small hands and closed them for him He closed his eyes and moved very slowly, even rubbing the dirt from his hands onto his eyelids.

Song Ziyu has always been sympathetic, he sighed, he couldn't bear to inquire about the details at this moment and poke someone's scar, so he turned his eyes elsewhere.

Born with a vision, another life was lost, and the onlookers scattered, only a few people who cared for the deceased sighed repeatedly.

These few people talked about that this man is a literary star from the sky, talented and intelligent to read a lot of books, his talent and learning are high enough to win a prize in the toad palace, but it is a pity that his life experience is rough, his family once fell, and his family is completely destitute.

This man and his wife had a deep affection, enjoyed hard work, and worked hard, which was a good talk for the local people for a while.A month ago, his wife died of a serious illness, and the couple finally became fateful mandarin ducks.

Even though Gu Zhishi was disturbed by hearing this, Song Ziyu was filled with pity.

Gu Zhishi's doubts persisted: Why did he suddenly sacrifice himself?What kind of formation is that, can it bring back the soul of the dead?

He is not as soft-hearted as Song Ziyu, he may lament the impermanence of the world, but more, he hates this man for betraying his son, and he hates him for letting his master almost die.

When everything was in chaos, the sound of treading leather boots sounded very clearly.A man in black walked up to the child, holding the white paper for selling himself, and said in a business-like indifferent voice: "I'll buy you, and you can be my lady's bookboy. Your father, we will take care of you." You have a good burial."

Gu Zhishi was slightly stunned, the man's clothes were covered with dark patterns floating, and the sword-shaped embroidery faintly flashed above the cloud patterns, he was clearly a disciple of the Swallowing Cloud Sect.

Gu Zhishi looked at this person calmly, and saw that his attire was no different from that of ordinary disciples, and he looked upright, not like he was pretending deliberately by crooked ways.But they are all men in the Tunyun Sect except for Fang Shiying, what can Miss He Lai say?

The child's eyes were red, and he shrank back from his father's body shyly, obviously in fear.He whispered: "I don't sell it."

The white-clothed disciple said with a blank expression: "Since my father has written it in black and white, it will be counted as his last words. At such a young age, will he disobey his father's order?"

The child was tearful and shouted in a broken voice: "Daddy didn't mean to betray me! He just wanted to find my mother!"

The disciple just took out the purse.

The child hid even more fiercely, grabbing the old woman's arm: "Mommy, save me."

The old woman felt sorry for the child, and she acted like a shrew and said with the attitude of an old hen protecting her cubs: "I bought it first! The child will follow me."

The disciple in black glanced at her unhurriedly, shaking the white paper: "It says 20 taels, so many taels of silver, can you take it out?"

The old woman's face darkened, she glared at the disciple angrily, and forced herself to say, "Why not!"

The disciple in black just signaled her with his eyes: Just take it out.

The old woman was plainly dressed, so naturally she couldn't afford any silver, so she faltered and hid the child behind her back.

Song Ziyu was furious, and was about to speak out to save her when he heard a familiar voice: "I have money."

Wen Shugeng didn't know when he woke up, he leaned against Gu Zhishi weakly, and waved to the child: "Come here."

The child trembled and looked at Wen Shugeng in fear, thinking of the candied haws he tenderly handed to him just now and subconsciously thinking that he was a good person, and thinking of his father's madness when he saw this person, he hesitated and dared not move.

Wen Shugeng turned to the disciple, took out his money bag, and said calmly, "I have money."

The disciple frowned, obviously a little angry at his actions: "Young master, you must say first come, first served."

Wen Shugeng smiled, turned her head to Gu Zhishi and said, "Did I say first come first come first?"

When Gu Zhishi saw the very familiar smile in his memory, his heart was full of emotions in an instant, and he said without thinking, "Never tell."

Wen Shugeng raised his eyebrows, gently pushed away the hand that was supporting him, stood up straight and said, "That's right." He is used to pretending to be a playboy, bluffing and secretly domineering.

Then he changed into a formal expression. He was cold and arrogant and never overbearing. He said to the disciple, "How can a living person be used as a commodity in business? Even if I have 20 taels, I am not worthy to buy a life. Sorry, you, too."

The disciple was naturally unconvinced and was about to get angry when Gu Zhishi stood in front of Wen Shugeng and repeated softly: "I'm sorry."

It is exactly what Wen Shugeng taught him before: etiquette cannot be abandoned, but there is absolutely no possibility of retrogression.

But that disciple was not a rough and reckless man, he kept his eyes fixed on Gu Zhishi, and was really no match for the other party's calmness and tolerance, thinking that this person was not a small fish and shrimp that could be manipulated at will.

Knowing the current affairs, he turned to the child and said kindly: "Would you like to come with me? This is not a business. My young lady is gentle and gentle, and she has a gentle disposition. If you are her book boy, she will definitely treat you badly."

The child remained silent, staring timidly at the ground.

Gu Zhishi suppressed her thoughts and asked tentatively: "How can you convince others of your empty words? How can your young lady prove to be gentle and refined?" He questioned, "If you are really a lady from a rich family, why bother Buy this kid on the street?"

Gu Zhishi is in a high position, not many disciples have met him, obviously this one has never met him.The disciple sneered and said, "How can you know the name of Miss Boudoir?"

Seeing that the other party is not ignorant and arrogant, if Gu Zhishi didn't reveal his identity, he might not be able to pry out any news, so he stopped wasting words with him.

At this moment, Wen Shugeng walked up to the child on his own, and said softly, "If you don't want to go with him, trust me?"

Before the child could speak, the old woman took precautions and said, "There is nothing to be courteous about, why do you do such a thing?"

Wen Shugeng smiled: "On one hand, I am willing. On the other hand, his father has some relationship with me that even I have not known. I am curious. So I am willing to help him. However, it is up to him to decide whether to stay or not."

Wen Shugeng stretched out his hand again, and stroked the child's hair: "You can think about it yourself."

The child was timid, perhaps because his appearance was too good to make people feel disgusted, the child stared at him for a long time and finally made up his mind: "Can you send me to my uncle's house?"

Wen Shugeng said: "Of course." Then said: "Why doesn't uncle help your family?"

The child looked sad: "Uncle lives far, far away. I don't know these things yet."

Wen Shugeng looked down, looked at the hairpin in the man's hand, and said bluntly: "Why did you just say that your father didn't want to sell you?"

The child was about to cry: "Daddy said, Mother knew that he was going to betray me, and she would definitely come back here. If her soul stays alive, she will return to our side."

Wen Shugeng's thoughts turned, and he only nodded slightly on his face. After comforting the child, he got up and said to the disciple: "This child is willing to follow me. It seems that your Excellency can only return empty-handed."

The disciple's face was cloudy and uncertain.

Gu Zhishi was willing to be Wen Shugeng's bodyguard, once again spreading the word on his behalf, and said with a blank expression: "Please."

The Tunyun Sect has strict rules, strictly forbidding its disciples to wantonly conflict with others, the disciple saw that the matter was a foregone conclusion, and left indignantly.

The author has something to say: Children: I'm sorry, I look at the face.

The first three chapters have been revised.Continue to update tomorrow~