Listen to the king's order

"Amitabha." Master Yixiao pinched the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Patriarch Jiang is merciful, and his heart is soft, and he is afraid of disaster. In my opinion, it is still..."

"Master." Zhou Jinyu interrupted him: "Buddhists often say that saving one's life is better than building a seven-level pagoda. Mr. Lu's evil spirit has entered his body, and he has no way of recovering from it. Patriarch Jiang's move is just to keep him in the world for a few more days." It is already impossible to walk on the ground, let alone make trouble, the master should stop being aggressive."

Master Yixiao pondered for a moment, and finally nodded. Thinking of the shocking actions of those two people just now, he couldn't help frowning a pair of white eyebrows: "In this case, please don't obsess too much, Patriarch Jiang."

"Don't bother Master." Jiang Qichen put the cut marks back into the scabbard, and said coldly, "Jing Zhi, pick up Ming'er."

Jing Zhi: "Yes."

Jiang Qichen watched coldly as Jing Zhi lifted the man who was lying in a pool of blood from the ground. Lu Ming's face was lifeless. He had sharp brows and eyes, but now his eyes were closed, showing a bit of weakness.

His hand hangs down feebly, and the crimson blood trickles down his wrist.

Jiang Qichen's hand hidden in his sleeve trembled so violently that he couldn't even hold the sword steadily.

Lu Ming's weak begging was like a rusty wire, scraping across his heart, leaving a series of invisible scratches.He almost couldn't do it, but he had to force himself to be ruthless, and personally left an indelible wound on Lu Ming's body.

The immeasurable seal was loose again, and there was no other way to save Lu Ming's life.

Lu Ming was acting evil in front of countless righteous people. If Jiang Qichen didn't come up with an explanation today, there would be countless people who wanted to take his life in the future.

Balancing the two, Jiang Qichen had to do it himself, in front of the world, to abolish his martial arts, break his tendons, and plug Yoyo's mouth.Even if Lu Ming hates him again...that's okay, at least he's still alive.

As long as Lu Ming is still alive, even if he can only spend the rest of his life in bed, he will protect him to the end.As for the various injuries he caused to him, he still has one lifetime to seek forgiveness.

Lu Ming has always been hard-spoken and soft-hearted, as long as he tells the truth about those who are hiding from him, that person will definitely understand his painstaking efforts.

Yes, definitely can.

"Hahahahaha." Sha Sang laughed loudly, and teased, "Jiang Qichen, you really can do it. Do you think Lu Ming will hate you?"

"Hey, I'm not worth it for him. I gave you so much heart and soul, in exchange for such an end...Being turned into a useless person by the person I love the most. Tell me, does he want to live after he wakes up... or Do you want to die? But with you by your side, he will definitely not die, life is better than death... Tsk tsk tsk, pain, really pain."

Jiang Qichen's face turned cold, and murderous intent appeared in his eyes.

The cyan-blue sword light flashed, and the cut mark was unsheathed again.Jiang Qichen pointed at Sha Sang with his sword, and said coldly, "Today, none of you will leave alive."

"Oh?" Sha Sang smiled evilly, suddenly raised his head to look at the sky, and said disdainfully, "I'm afraid it won't work."

As soon as he finished speaking, the shadows of the trees around the Pei family's ancestral altar floated one after another. The originally sunny sky was suddenly covered by a large swath of dark clouds brought by the strong wind, but in an instant, the sky darkened.

Jiang Qichen was blinded by the turbulent wind, and subconsciously looked around, and saw that except for him, all the people who had been hit by the wind stood there in different shapes as if they were frozen.

His heart sank suddenly, and he grabbed his hand behind him, but it was in vain.

Jing Zhi stood motionless on the spot, his hands were still in the posture of hugging, but his hands were empty.

Jiang Qichen was terrified, the Zhanhen sword concentrated his internal strength, and passed through the strong wind with the majestic momentum of the sword.The cyan-blue sword light was particularly eye-catching in the darkness, and with a sound of "Zhen--", the flying sword was easily bounced to the ground with a strong force.

The wind gradually weakened, and the darkness in front of him gradually dissipated.

Sha Sang, who was flaunting his strength just now, led his bodyguards to kneel on one knee, put his right hand on his left shoulder, and said neatly and respectfully: "Congratulations to the master for practicing the magic skills, and welcome the master to leave the customs."

In the crowd, a man stood there.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a water-blue gown that moved with the wind.The sleeves of the robe fluttered, brushing the peacock pattern on his skirt to life.He looks very handsome, he can only be seen to be about 30 years old from the appearance alone, but he has white hair just like the real Xuanyu.A hosta was coiled behind his head, pulling up his shoulders of white hair.It was such a harmless face, yet it was called "Honorable Lord" by those members of the Golden Lotus Sect.

Xuanfeng's eyebrows and eyes were gentle, and he seemed to look at Lu Ming who was held in his arms with a bit of love.

The blood on Lu Ming's body stained his clothes red, but he didn't care, but his eyes showed a look of unbearable.

As soon as Jiang Qichen withdrew his palm, the cut mark immediately returned to his hand.Gathering his inner strength, the silver chain on his wrist was shining white, holding the sword and gazing at the profound wind, he said coldly: "Put him down!"

Only then did Xuanfeng reluctantly shift his gaze to Jiang Qichen, he smiled lowly, looking extraordinarily gentle, and said unhurriedly, "I really like this kid."

Jiang Qichen swung his sword horizontally: "I want you to put him down!"

Xuanfeng smiled, and said softly: "Why don't we let him choose by himself?"

"you--"

Xuanfeng put a little force on the hand on Lu Ming's shoulder, and Lu Ming coughed lightly in his arms, and slowly opened his eyelashes.

Lu Ming let out an unbearable groan, and raised his head to look at the warm-faced man who was hugging him and smiling.

In a trance, the cloud and mist cleared, and the figure in the nightmare gradually became clear.The handsome middle-aged man, the gentle and quiet beautiful woman, they were smiling at themselves benevolently, calling out affectionately: "Xiao Qi, Xiao Qi..."

Those are his parents.

Frowning, the pain all over his body seemed to have a place to pour out, he murmured muffledly: "It hurts..."

How many times has Lu Ming been injured, how many crimes he has endured, and has he ever heard him cry out in pain?Jiang Qichen was in severe pain in his heart, he took a step forward in a panic, but was blocked by Xuanfeng's finger of strong wind.

"Don't be afraid." Xuanfeng's soft voice was like a peace charm, slipping into Lu Ming's ears bewitchingly: "I'll take you away, okay?"

Jiang Qichen shouted eagerly: "Ming'er!"

But it was this familiar cry that brought Lu Ming back to his senses.

Jiang Qichen clearly saw that after hearing his voice, Lu Ming trembled uncontrollably, just like when he was picked up by him when he was eight years old, like a frightened deer in the mountains and forests, shivering and trying to find him. A place to hide.

Once damage is done, it is irreparable.

Lu Ming lowered his eyelashes weakly, and his whole body gradually returned to chaos. His thin lips trembled in fear, and then a low final sound came out from his throat: "Okay..."

Jiang Qichen felt as if his heart was about to be smashed to pieces, like a wooden fish that a monk kept beating while chanting sutras, hitting his heart non-stop for a moment, smashing the beating heart Rotten, ground into mud.

Xuanfeng patted Lu Ming's shoulder comfortingly, and said in a harmonious voice: "You heard, he is willing to follow me."

The Zhanhen sword was filled with blue sword light, Jiang Qichen made a sword without saying a word, the sharp sword was aggressive, and instantly chopped all the purple guards around Xuanfeng under the sword.

The lightning-fast swordsmanship and the piercing sword intent mercilessly swung down at Xuanfeng. The latter held Lu Ming in both hands but kept shifting the soles of his feet, avoiding it easily.

Xuanfeng said: "You are from the Tianyan sect, I will not fight with you."

Jiang Qichen acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and persistently pestered him: "Give him back to me!"

Xuanfeng shook his head helplessly, he condensed his internal energy between his two fingers, swung them lightly, and a domineering finger wind pierced through the majestic momentum of the sword and precisely hit the Zhanhen sword.

Once again, Zhan Hen slipped from Jiang Qichen's hand and landed on the ground with a "bang".

After losing the sword, Jiang Qichen went up to him with his bare hands, concentrated a lot of strength in his palm, and swung it fiercely towards Xuanfeng.The latter let go of Lu Ming's hand without moving, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

He stretched out his sleeves to shield him lightly, and the palm wind that gathered [-]% of Jiang Qichen's internal energy fell on Xuanfeng's wide sleeves. The sleeves fluttered lightly, as if they were just blown by a breeze, without leaving any traces.Xuanfeng's arms trembled, and the palm was returned to Jiang Qichen in its original form.

Jiang Qichen only felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the pain of being forcibly suppressed by others seemed to be backlashed.He clutched his chest to suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat, and wanted to go on again, but was shocked to find that the strength in his legs was losing bit by bit.

He staggered, and fell down abruptly before taking two steps.

Xuanfeng withdrew his hand, hugged Lu Ming again, turned around and walked away: "Let's go."

"No!" Jiang Qichen raised his upper body with difficulty, pressed his hands on the ground, and his nails were embedded in the soil.

If they take Lu Ming away, the northern region is vast, where should they go to find him?

The great panic almost overwhelmed Jiang Qichen, but he couldn't even stand up now, let alone go to grab someone from Xuanfeng?Even if he could stand up, Xuanfeng beat him like this without even making a move, what ability would he have to bring Lu Ming back?

For the first time, Jiang Qichen felt that he was so incompetent and insignificant, but he struggled on the ground without giving up, and kept crawling forward.The mud stained his snow-white clothes, and together with the blood on his body, this man who had always been calm was trampled to the point of embarrassment.

Sha Sang looked at Jiang Qichen mockingly, waved his hand and slapped him hard on the back, teasing, "Look, why is the mighty Patriarch Jiang so unbearable, crawling on the ground?"

Sha Sang's palm used seven or eight points of force, and it directly hit Jiang Qichen with severe pain in his chest and lungs.

Consciousness was hazy for a moment, but Jiang Qichen had only one thought in his mind - Xuanfeng can't take Lu Ming away!

His arms rubbed against the ground, and the gravel and gravel tore through Jiang Qichen's snow-white sleeves, and his forearm was torn apart, but he still dragged this crippled body forward tenaciously.

Sha Sang landed on Jiang Qichen's shoulder forcefully, and looked down at him: "Today's situation, everything is your fault. It was you who pushed him into hell with your own hands."

After finishing speaking, Sha Sang raised his toes and turned Jiang Qichen over, and stepped on Jiang Qichen's jade-like face with bloody soles: "It's a pity, the lord has ordered you not to touch people from the Tianyan sect. Otherwise, I will I must have killed you with my own hands."

Sha Sang snorted heavily, and walked away triumphantly.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and Jiang Qichen lay limp on the ground.He couldn't stop coughing, touching the internal injuries on his body, and the bright red dripped down.He was dirty all over, and half of his face was covered with blood and mud.

He looked at the sky in a daze, the sun was hiding in the clouds, and half of his face was revealed for a while as if holding the pipa half-hidden.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are calming, and Wan Lai is finally silent.

Jiang Qichen moved his fingertips, trying to block the sudden dazzling sunlight.

His consciousness was a little fuzzy, and he felt that the faintly visible connection between him and Lu Ming was broken at this moment.