This head is left to my disciples to chop off.
Before leaving, Wu Shuang, who was shocked by the attack, only left a cold word to Yang Fu who was lying on the ground, and walked away without looking back.
What is worth mentioning is that when passing by Jiuhua Branch, the sword fairy spat hard at the branches that were fluttering in the wind. These days, some people really think that by nourishing the Jiuhua branches with living people, they can use the green fruits to start practicing cultivation. It is very funny. Wu Shuang swung his sleeves and shattered the entire lush branch with one palm. It was like blood flowing slowly, which looked particularly dazzling.
He first killed Yu Zifu and then cut off the black armor, and then killed Zhang Qing with a sword without any scruples, but he did not kill Yang Fu. Wu Shuang also had some small calculations in his mind. Now that we are on our way, as long as we go out to the Qiling Kingdom, even if the Prime Minister of that aristocratic family has hands and eyes as wide as the sky, he will definitely not dare to act rashly in the Yizhang Kingdom.
Not to mention the pain of losing a son and the hatred of a descendant, I am afraid that even if the ancestral tablet is overturned, state affairs will have to be tolerated. There are no short-minded people who have risen to the top of many aristocratic families and risen to the rank of prime minister of a country.
To take a step back, if the prime minister had entrusted Taoist masters to intercept and kill him halfway, there would be nothing he could do against Wu Shuang now. After all, among the five realms today, those who can see the window paper of the extreme realm are very rare. Even if there are, they cannot be invited just by asking the prime minister. Even if the word "transcendence" is very weak under the temptation, the objects that may tempt the immortals with this level of cultivation are not something that people in the world of mortals can afford.
But the master behind Yang Fu made the swordsman a little frightened.
This man's cultivation level was better than his own ten years ago. Wu Shuang couldn't guess how high he would be in ten years. Ten years is a long time even for an accomplished monk. Everyone knows that practicing Taoism is sailing against the current. What's more, in the past ten years, Wu Shuang was just a teahouse owner who sold tea. He was trapped by old wounds and had no improvement in his cultivation.
In addition, that person's ability to raise poisonous cicadas is unprecedented, and his power becomes more powerful as time goes by. With the help of poisonous cicadas, he must be even more powerful now, and he can even barely fight against those extremely far away. It's okay to go around the world alone with a single sword. He can resist all the grudges by one person, but now he has a weak disciple, how can he deal with it.
It would be better to let Yang Fu go and cut off the patella to give a slight warning.
When the spirit is high, the realm is loosened, and ten years of accumulation are gaining momentum, but in the end it only touches the edge. When people travel around the world, how can they truly feel free and happy?
After she stopped her hand, Wu Shuang was slightly stunned. In a trance, her face seemed to have lost a little bit.
Wu Shuang, the murderer, was gone, but the servants who were hiding in the house and did not dare to say anything could see it clearly. This middle-aged man dressed in ordinary clothes first beheaded the young master, and then killed all the 180 black carp campers in the mansion. This Where is the charlatan? Even if he is said to be an immortal in the sky, he will not give in too much. After Wu Shuang left, the mansion became a mess.
These servants of the Zhang Mansion who usually surrounded the young master were now like madmen, trying their best to move gold, silver, soft, and even large quantities of precious objects into the carriage in the side yard. The calligraphy, painting, poetry, calligraphy and seal seals of literati, as well as gold, silver, pearls, jade, jewelry and porcelain vases, could not escape the looting of dozens of people. Even Zhang Qing's favorite jade ring and a pair of lion heads were stuffed into the arms of the cook, which made several people around him jealous. They did not hesitate to fight until the corners of the man's eyes were cracked and bloody. The lion's head is dipped in a moist dish.
Before his death, Zhang Qing hated the darkness of the covered bridges at night and the steps were often difficult to see clearly, so he spent a lot of money to buy hundreds of moon beads from the Dongzhou Islands and evenly decorated them on both sides of the covered bridges. They still shimmered even at night. Like day. Now, they all ended up in the sack of an old servant. The old man had inconvenient legs and feet and could not compete with the other servants who were in their prime. He found another way to dig out the moon beads. Unexpectedly, he got a lot of money. His old and muddy eyes called it a full bag of moon beads. The reflection is dazzling.
All over the house, there are people who are fighting for it, and there is chaos.
The scene unfolded before the eyes of Yang Fu who was slumped on the ground. Even when the white-haired old servant struggled to pull out the bright moon bead, his white cloth shoes almost stepped on Yang Fu's bloody knees and feet. And precisely because of these cloth shoes, the soles of which were almost falling apart, the latter slowly let go of his hand on the cloth bag.
Suddenly, Yang Fu, who had been in the world for several years, understood something. When the tree falls and the hozen scatters, it does not necessarily mean that the hozen is ruthless. It is still possible that the old tree has become a spirit and demands the life of the hozen every day. Although he didn't have good food and clothing when he was a child, at least his life was safe. After becoming a disciple, he embarked on a path of spiritual cultivation, which was relatively smooth sailing.
Therefore, these servants and attendants know the current situation better than he does: when the prime minister of Qiling learns that Zhang Qing is dead, he will definitely not leave anyone alive if he is held responsible, and it is even impossible to bury his own son. Since death is inevitable anyway, why not just take the money and run away? If you can escape the disaster, you can find a secluded place in the next few decades, and become a rich man with no worries about food and clothing.
If you can't avoid suffering, just one day of avoiding it is like a day of being free and easy. If you are drunk and dreaming of death, your journey in this world is not in vain. The old servant can also take off the old cloth shoes that have been worn for a long time and put on good boots with soft soles.
There was rustling in the bag on his shoulder, but the alchemist patted the bag gently, as if to soothe the lonely ghost inside.
Yan Siguan, who disliked Wu Shuang, was eventually thrown onto the former's flying sword and sent back to Qinghe Garden. Cheng Jingdong's injury was not serious. Wu Shuang supported the class leader while concentrating on wielding the sword. He felt more and more that his cultivation was as high as the sky.
No wonder people often say that cultivating the Tao to the top is one step at a time. With just a little bit of effort, you can feel your mind moving at will with your hands and feet, the sword's inner energy is endlessly flowing, the blue frost is hanging straight in the distance, and the clouds are pulled into a sail.
"I always feel a little ashamed. I taught you in vain for so long. Only Xiaosi is qualified to step into the door. In the end, it is me, the master, who breaks through." Yun Zhong has been a teacher for so long. A few days ago, he cultivated the third There were more than a month, but it was still unable to complete the Zhoutian Qi movement, and it took a lot of effort to break through to the first state.
It was only the first stage, but thanks to Li Baoyu's use of the Yin-Yang Diagram at the expense of his lifespan, he was able to sort out the entire youthful meridians without any danger. To the people who work at the repair shop, it looks like that foolish businessman who has no eyesight and trades old tiger sinews for a rotten little loach.
Wu Shuang sighed, perhaps this was the biggest failure he owed to the old man.
The rain stopped, and in the car beside the forest, the young man smacked his clothes and cheeks in a daze. There were so many mosquitoes after the summer rain that they seemed to appear out of thin air, buzzing in Yunzhong's ears. It would have been okay if he was awake in the past, but now that the boy was sleepy, the sound of mosquitoes was particularly clear, which made him extremely annoyed.
As for why it was so popular among mosquitoes, it was just because the young man kept holding a plump grilled fish in his hand.
Master said he still seemed a little hungry.
