I have been assisting these years

This battle was hasty, Feng Changyu's moves were all aimed at the deadly point of the ghost clan, originally from the same origin, a compatriot of the same mother, even though he had never had any feelings, he was well aware of his weaknesses.

Yan Qi's laughter was mixed with the rumbling sound of rocks and bushes falling, and the moving moves passed by, and it was difficult to distinguish between them for a while.

But Feng Changyu didn't intend to fight at all, she carried Qi Jin on her back and left.

Yan Qi's halberd pierced through the air, her laughter rolled out of her throat, and her face was full of madness.

The overflowing ghostly aura made the atmosphere cold, she rushed to Feng Changyu and said: "It's best to meet next time, it's the day when you and I will live and die."

Feng Changyu didn't respond, she was busy investigating Qi Jin's injuries.

The whole palace of Yuqing Palace was in chaos, the principals were not in the palace, and several deputy directors in charge were still maintaining order.

Qi Jin has completely lost consciousness.

The moon-white repair robe was stained with too much blood and changed color, and the face was also covered with blood, which wet the hair on the sideburns on the forehead and stuck to the cheeks, which was shocking in contrast with the pale complexion.

It's been a long time since I saw Qi Jin, Feng Changyu didn't expect that the meeting after so many years would be like this.

It's not that she didn't think about it, no matter how bad it is, Qi Jin will return to Jing Yu and never see each other again.

There is nothing better than this situation.

The blood hole on the chest made the eye sockets sore, and the breath was intermittent, anyone who looked at it looked like the end was approaching.

"Junior Sister, open your eyes and look at me."

Feng Changyu was afraid that she would never wake up again after closing her eyes, so she kept calling Qi Jin's name on the way.

……

Xie Xiaozhi's injury was not particularly serious, and he woke up not long after.

Lan Zimao has been taking care of her, but when he heard that Qi Jin was dying, Xie Xiaozhi got out of bed and went to see her.

She was very curious about senior sister Feng Changyu and junior brother Wen Xuanqing, but she hadn't seen each other for so many years.

I didn't expect that the first meeting would be like this.

It was not unreal to see the appearance of the other three brothers and sisters and He Meimei in the class before, at least they were decent, and everyone sat together, ate and joked.

But such a blood-stained senior sister can't be linked with the beautiful Jiyue in other people's mouths.

But the appearance is still amazing, but Xie Xiaozhi didn't bother to appreciate it carefully, her eyes fell on Qi Jin, and even her voice trembled: "Second Senior Sister... Is she, is she dead?"

Feng Changyu glanced at the frail little girl, didn't bother to ask about her identity, said a few words to Lan Zimao, and then let everyone in the room disperse.

Lan Zimao brought what Feng Changyu needed, and asked Xie Xiaozhi to go back to the house first, and he also retreated outside the door.

Qi Jin's lips were blackened, and the ancient ghost clan's sharp claws were poisonous, breaking through the skin and penetrating deep into the internal organs, it needed the blood of the ancient ghost clan's heart and blood to detoxify.

There was nothing serious about sealing Changyu in Jinchi last time.

But Qi Jin's injury looked particularly dangerous if he was replaced by an ordinary person.

The cloth and flesh were stuck together, Lan Zimao took the best elixir from Yuemen to hang Qi Jin for his last breath, and handed over the rest to Feng Changyu.

The heart and blood of a cultivator is extremely precious, and one drop is the condensed cultivation.

The cave where Feng Changyu retreated was fluctuating a bit today, but she did not expect that she would leave the retreat in such a chaotic situation today.

When he left the customs, Lan Zimao was still taking care of the injured Xie Xiaozhi, while trying to comfort his disciples.

She was also a little worried about Qi Jin, although Qi Jin's cultivation had improved a lot, but as deputy director Lan who almost watched her grow up, she always felt uneasy.

When Feng Changyu came over, he just heard Lan Zimao's words and went down the mountain.

After many years of seclusion, the aura around Feng Changyu became more and more intimidating, but his temperament was the same as before, taciturn, dignified and respectful.

Healing Qi Jin is also like that.

It's just that he moves carefully, and it still takes a lot of time and energy for that drop of heart blood to enter Qi Jin's body and transfer his luck.

The more she probed, the tighter her brows frowned.

Qi Jin's condition is too bad, with too many internal injuries, not only the meridians are soaked in toxin, but also a ghostly aura familiar to Feng Changyu, feeling the same aura, entangled him.

It's like the situation was reversed back then, the two of them switched positions and became each other's backing.

What made Feng Changyu frown even more was that Qi Jin didn't have much intention to live.

Is this her lively junior sister who jumps up and down all day long?

Even the Qi Jin who was talking to her when she was about to retreat back then would not have reached such a point.

Why don't you want to live?

Feng Changyu couldn't figure it out, after several days of Zhou's aura had been transformed, although the toxin hadn't been completely removed, his body could still live.

But Qi Jin's consciousness is still unclear.

The stars were changing outside, and several days passed.

Feng Changyu opened the door, and saw Leng Qiuzi walking towards her with a serious face. Her steps were a little heavy, and there were bloodstains on her sleeves.

Hearing the voice, he raised his eyes.

Feng Changyu called out to Master.

Leng Qiuzi nodded, looked Feng Changyu up and down a few times, "It seems that Thirteen Jue has practiced well recently."

"What's the situation now?"

She looked dusty, as if she had hurried back from outside.

"There is no fear of life."

Feng Changyu couldn't help but look back, the figure on the couch was covered by the brocade quilt, if it wasn't for the head protruding, it would have collapsed.

"Since that's the case, you and I will go to a place where the head of the Yangmen is still trapped."

……

The invasions of ghost clans are becoming more and more frequent, disciples of various Taoist schools are fighting outside, and the lives of ordinary people are no longer as peaceful as before.

The most unbelievable thing is that the Lianzhumen of the Daomeng actually took refuge in the ghost clan.

Yuqingque's ghost seal was stolen, which caused another controversy. Under such circumstances, the Daomeng began to shirk, blaming Yuqingque for being unfavorable in guarding, and asked Yuqingque to recover the ghost seal, otherwise Leng Qiuzi would be imprisoned in Daotian Supervise.

The master of Chenmen was pursued for a while because of his disciple He Qihao's defection, and finally died in a bloody battle with the ghost general Chihu.

At the same time, Feng Changyu went to Wumingyuan and was trapped by the master of Yangmen.

Leng Qiuzi was intercepted by members of the Taoist League halfway, and Feng Changyu was asked to go first.

Wumingyuan is close to Wumingjian, both of which are bottomless pits that go deep into the ground. Feng Changyu explored the terrain and found the master of the Yangmen who was still alive.

The man was unshaven, he had long since lost the spirit of immortality he taught in the past, several bones were broken, his face was sallow and emaciated from hunger, and he was a little embarrassed to see his senior sister's beloved apprentice, thinking that it would be embarrassing for a junior to rescue him.

"You take a pill first."

There is no grass growing in Wumingyuan, and the bottom of the cliff is extremely dry, but fortunately there are no insects or snakes.

The head of Yangmen has been here for some time. He was ambushed by ghost generals, and fell here without realizing it during the final kill. He was seriously injured and thought he was going to die here, but he never thought that someone would come save.

"Master ordered me to come here."

Too many things happened during this period, Qi Jin and Leng Qiuzi frankly confessed his decision at first, and Leng Qiuzi also understood that the current ghost king should not be as good as the previous one.

The outstanding disciples of the previous generation suffered too much damage. Most of the current generation have mediocre aptitudes, and the older generation is wounded. In contrast, the ghost clan is thriving and multiplying, which is even more unstoppable.

Every time she went back to Yuqing Temple, she would first look at her disciple's fate card.

The damaged life cards are all placed in a single room.

But every time I went to the lit room, I could still see the life cards that were clearly darkened and cracked.

Only those at the core of Yuqingque can enter this place.

The biggest fate card on the main seat has long been dimmed.

Leng Qiuzi didn't want to take it away.

The Lord of the Que has been dead for several years, but there are very few people who know about it. They all think that the person behind Yuqing Que is still there, so they dare not do anything.

But such a secret is hard to keep nowadays.

Chenmen Ying Qingzhou's fate card was shattered, and Yangmen Jiang Wubo's life card was still on, but it was long gone, so she knew something had happened.

But there were too many things to do in a series, and Feng Changyu just left the customs, so he took on this task.

But Wumingyuan's formation seems to have existed for many years, it is easy to enter, but difficult to exit.

Feng Changyu could escape along the gap by himself, but it would be difficult to bring another person along.

Her study of numerology is no less than that of the disciples of the Chenmen, but this formation is mixed with a ghostly aura that seems to be there, and she becomes more and more troubled when she is concentrating.

"careful!"

The master of Chenmen reminded, Feng Changyu turned his head, and a cold arrow wrapped in a demonic aura struck, and the next moment it was like a drizzle, as if it wanted to stab her right through.

She took Jiang Zhusi and turned around to escape, but the place was narrow and dark, and a few cold arrows still scratched her clothes.

She pulled out the long whip at her waist and swept it into the darkness.

Get out some squeaky weasels.

Then he turned into a child again, staring at Feng Changyu and grinning.

The long whip turned into a gorgeous long sword again, and when it was about to pierce the throat of one of the children, it was crying loudly.

A majestic demonic aura filled the dark cave, and Feng Changyu saw a man whose yellow hair exploded.

The two sides looked at each other with familiarity.

Or did the other party recognize Feng Changyu first——

"Aren't you that elder sister of the Demon Lord?"

"Demon Lord?"

Feng Changyu withdrew his sword, and the three children leaned closer to the man, timidly.

"Brother Wen is here?"

Wumingyuan is close to Wumingjian, so it is not surprising that there are demons haunting it.

When Wen Xuanqing said that he was going to look for Yuling, he never heard from him again, and Qi Jin seemed to have not communicated with the other party, as if he had completely lost track of him.

"The demon master is still in Wumingjian."

That lion head was still very polite when he spoke back then, Feng Changyu nodded, "How is he doing?"

The ghost clan was so rampant, and the monster clan didn't take advantage of the chaos. I don't know if Junior Brother Wen did something to deal with it.

After the formation was undone, Feng Changyu wanted to take Master Jiang back, so he didn't talk any more, nodded to the monster general and left.

"It's really unique for you Master Leng to accept apprentices..."

The news of the death of the Que Lord was suppressed by the four masters. Everyone has seen Leng Qiuzi's running around all these years, so he turned a blind eye to the Yuemen matter.

But Jiang Wubo didn't expect that the male disciple of Yuemen was actually from the Yaozu.

He was in a complicated mood and didn't know how to describe it for a while.

The first disciple of the Moon Sect didn't have the slightest anxiety about the secrecy being revealed, so he hummed frankly, "Master's eyes are like torches."

It was almost impossible to talk today. Jiang Zhusi was so old that he couldn't help stroking his beard. He felt that the four disciples of Yuemen were still the youngest and most interesting.

When the kids grow up, it's not as fun as it used to be.

That Qi Wujin is like this.

This Feng Changyu can be regarded as the same as Leng Qiuzi, the No. 1 elder sister of Yuqing Que since childhood.

……

The weather this year is not very good.

Snow began to fall in October, and Yuqing Que was no longer the Qingsheng it used to be.

Leng Qiuzi was imprisoned by the Daomeng in the Daotian Prison, and Si Jiang Wubo, the head of the Yangmen Gate, was ill and was about to enter Yuqing Queyin Peak to heal his injuries.

On October [-]th, Yuqing Que held a memorial ceremony for Si Ying Qingzhou, the master of Chenmen.

The four masters of Yuqing Que were all disciples of the Que Lord back then, but now one is imprisoned, one is seriously injured, one is dead, and one has never been heard from.

The one who presided over the ceremony was Feng Zhi.

Heavy snow covered the mountains, and the sky was gloomy.

Xie Xiaozhi changed the fabric for her red umbrella, and it was as black as ink. She blamed herself endlessly for the serial consequences of a deception in her life like a sheet of paper.

The white paper in the shape of copper coins is flying in the snow, like melting snow.

Feng Zhi stood on the high platform and recited the eulogy. Ying Qingzhou was killed by his disciple He Qihao, and also the new ghost general He Tian.

Feng Changyu and a group of disciples stood in the snow. Feng Zhi, who was always dressed extravagantly in the past, was completely white, as sad as snowflakes.

The disciples of the four schools are in order, and the four-color repair robes are clearly distinguished.

The deputy director of Stargate is no longer Su Mingzhen, but Jiang Yan.

And the successor director of Yangmen is Ji Wanfeng, who traveled with her back then, standing with her head bowed.

With such a big event happening in Chenmen, no new chief and deputy directors were introduced.

The blown style is extraordinarily harsh.

When the coffin was being raised, someone came in a hurry and stood in the few lines at the Moon Gate.

Feng Changyu looked back, the former boy had turned into a man, and the moon gate repair robe was a little too small, it didn't look right.

But with the same smile as before, he nodded at her.

After looking around, he asked in a low voice——

"Where is Second Senior Sister?"