The people who stayed in the town all focused on the same painting.
In the painting scroll, it can be seen that the white clothes of the young man in white are no longer white and complete. There are a few holes in the clothes, and dust and blood are stuck together. The folding fan in his hand was even more broken, but he was still not afraid of the old swordsman in front of him. He smiled and said: "Senior, junior has accepted so many moves from you, are you still not willing to let me go?"
The old sword cultivator held the sword on his back with his right hand, stroked his beard with his left hand and said with a smile: "Young man, I have been playing with you for so long, and you still haven't been willing to take out your cultivation and contribute to this world? Young man, I am kind, seeing that you are young and promising, I am not willing to kill you. In the face of life and death, everything is a trivial matter, don’t you understand this truth? "
The old sword cultivator's eyes suddenly changed and became more fierce. In an instant, he came to the young man in white, and the sword was pointed directly at the heart of the young man in white.
The brother in the town who had been tricked the most by Weihong Sword Xiu stood up and shouted at the scroll: "Brother, don't hesitate. It's just about cultivation. Give it to him. At worst, I'll have to start over again. I'll do it all over again." I’ve given it to you several times, but I’m still not living well.”
"Senior Weihong, why don't you take my cultivation base?"
Another voice appeared in the scroll.
Everyone was very confused and surprised. How could anyone be so stupid as to involve themselves in such a battle, to fight the clone of Master Yangqing or to kill other people, and to be stupid enough to deal with this Weihong sword cultivator?
However, some people think it would be interesting if things continue like this. The bigger things get, the better it will be for those who came last time. Maybe, the next time you come in, you will pick up more missed items.
When the owner of the voice appeared in the scroll, Wang Yindian and Hong Jingjie stood up immediately.
Hong Ji-soon!
When did this kid go out? What did they tell us before? It would be good if we could save our lives. Don't be the ones who go out to join in the fun. Instead, you ran out first.
Sun Xingming, who didn't believe that the senior brother had gone out, turned around and looked at the place where the senior brother was sitting before. Hey, the senior brother is really not here anymore.
Weihong Jianxiu looked the child up and down with his eyes. He didn't have anything valuable in his outfit. His cultivation level was at most about the second level cultivation level, and it was possible that he could reach the sky. That's true, but this kid's courage is indeed commendable.
The old swordsman put his sword behind his back first, then turned around and faced Hong Zhishun, as if he was not afraid of the young man in white escaping.
In the end, the young man in white did escape, but he just escaped to Hong Zhishun's side. He took Hong Zhishun's hand and said, "You don't want your life, don't you? This is not a character you can deal with. Are you here to die?"
Hong Zhishun said with a serious face: "Who said I came to fight him? Didn't I say I came to make a deal with him? Anyway, it's not him who wants this kind of cultivation, it's the cultivation that this world wants. Here. That’s it, I’ll give it to you more or less.”
Weihong Jianxiu laughed loudly after hearing this: "Hahahaha, oh, I said little brother, you are really interesting. What do you mean, it's more or less. Is this the first time to enter this secret realm? .”
Weihong Jianxiu pointed to the sky: "This small world has never been a loss-making business. This Master Yangqi seems to be a good person. He ascended to the immortal world and left this small world for the world to practice Taoism and seek opportunities. In fact, every time he opens this small world, The secret realm makes the most money from this world. The opportunities and luck it gives us are small, but the luck and opportunities that keep us here are large. If we don’t hand over the luck it needs , the moment it closes, it will forcibly extract a part of our cultivation from all of us."
Weihong Jianxiu looked at the huge blue Master Yangxiao and said with a smile: "Am I wrong? Master Yangxiao."
However, the master Yang Fei still stood there, smiling and saying nothing, allowing other monks to attack him.
"But, people are all bad, or everyone thinks that they are the one chosen by fate. Even though they know that this secret realm is a trap, they still jump in as always, as if they believe that they are the luckiest one. , can not only win countless secret treasures and luck, but also be able to escape from this secret realm safely. It's a pity that there is only one position in this position after all."
Speaking of this, the old sword cultivator looked through the clone of the real person Yang Fei, looked at the sky, and stroked his beard and laughed at himself: "I am not this kind of person."
Hong Zhishun smiled and said: "Senior, since you say that my cultivation is not good enough, how about you lend me the sword in your hand?"
Weihong Sword Cultivator threw the sword in his hand to Hong Zhishun without hesitation. How could a second-level cultivator be able to change the world with his own sword?
Hong Zhishun took the sword and looked it over: "Senior, can your sword hit Master Yang Fei?"
Idiot, Wei Hongjian Xiu rolled his eyes at Hong Zhishun and said nothing. However, Weihong Jianxiu knew what Hong Zhishun was thinking.
Hong Zhishun knew it when he saw Wei Hong Jianxiu was silent. How could this old swordsman's sword not be able to cut? I saw him covering the hilt of the sword with both hands, taking a deep breath, and slashed in the direction of Master Yangxing, and a thin sword energy slashed towards Master Yangxing. If it were in the outer world, this sword energy should dissipate between the heaven and the earth within a few miles.
However, this is a secret realm.
I saw that after the small sword energy hit Master Yangqi, a strong energy flowed out of Master Yangqi's body and flew in the direction of Hong Zhishun. The blue-purple transparent luck book that had just started before the fight reappeared in Hong Zhishun's hand, but it was of a different size.
At this moment, all the monks stopped attacking Master Yang Fei and looked at the child who only had the second level of cultivation. The same thought came to everyone's mind.
If the child absorbs the entire book at once, he will definitely not be able to digest it and die suddenly, so he will only absorb a small part. Instead of going to all the trouble to fight this clone, wouldn't it be nice to kill the kid with the second level of cultivation and seize his luck?
After a while, all the monks floated into the sky above the three of them. All eyes were fixed on the book in the child's hand. If they had this book, they might not be able to defeat that stinky old swordsman.
Weihong Sword Cultivator looked at the monks in the sky, they were so densely packed that they were as numerous as stars. Unexpectedly, I just lent a sword to the little boy, and he was really stabbed in the sky. He could surmise that only one person could win this book. After winning this luck, whether it was the person who won it or the person who didn't win it, the second target would definitely be himself.
Sometimes we are not afraid of the differences in people's hearts, but are afraid of their sudden unity.
At this time, he just wanted to take back his sword and walk away. But when he moved at this time, outsiders must have thought that he wanted to fight for the Book of Luck. What if he got it? All attacks will be directed at him.
Ouch, it is true that moving is also death, and not moving is also death.
Hong Zhishun looked at the blue-purple book of destiny surrounded by several small purple-gold butterflies in his hand, and made an unexpected decision.
I saw him holding the book high above his head, laughing and saying: "I will dedicate this book of destiny and my second-level cultivation to this world in exchange for returning to the small town with this young man in white. Master Yangqing, can you agree?"
As soon as these words came out, all the monks' swords were pierced towards Hong Zhishun, hoping to get the Book of Luck into their hands as soon as possible when Master Yang Fei made a decision.
But, who is the owner of this world?
"promise."
I saw a flash of white light coming from the Book of Luck, and the three people who had been staying there just now disappeared. The kid and the boy in white must have returned to the town, but the Weihong sword cultivator had already escaped the moment they all attacked Hong Zhishun.
The boy in white and Hong Ji-soon were lying on the stage, looking at each other and laughing...
Sun Xingming admired his chess game and said with satisfaction: "Sister, if you lose a chess game, you can hear such a nice story. How about it? Isn't it worth it?"
Speaking of this, Sun Xingming was afraid that Gan Muyu would want to look for his senior brother's soul in the Ripples Secret Realm again, so he immediately said: "Senior Sister, don't think about how to enter the Ripples Secret Realm. There are all old things there. Senior brother’s soul will definitely not stay inside.”
Gan Muyu smiled and nodded, which made Sun Xingming feel relieved.
By sacrificing his own cultivation and returning the luck he has received, he can save the life and cultivation of another person. This is truly something only he can do.
With a "swish" sound, the door of the nearby pharmacy was pushed open, and an aunt in simple clothes walked out, holding medicinal materials in her hands. The aunt also noticed Gan Muyu sitting alone under the tree.
Gan Muyu stood up with a smile: "Mom, I have something to ask you, but please finish what you are doing first, and then I will ask you."
The aunt smiled and nodded, then took the medicinal materials in her hand to dry.
Gan Muyu opened the scroll of Hong Zhishun: "I wonder, aunt, do you have any impression of this person? He is a good friend of mine."
The aunt took a closer look and suddenly smiled: "This child, this child is a good boy. I remember that when my old man was still alive, he liked to go around with this child to apply medicine and help people see doctors for free. .The old man likes this child more than he likes me, his own daughter."
The aunt took the scroll from Gan Muyu's hand: "Although this child is younger than me, his medical skills are better than mine. He can be called half of my master. He is also humble and polite to others. Not only My old man and even the neighbors have said that the arrival of Tianji Sect and this child are gifts given to us by God."
Gan Muyu immediately noticed something was wrong: "Wait, aunt, tell me, he and the Tianji Sect are coming?"
"Yes, the Tianji Sect often stayed at our place at that time, taught us the Dharma, and also helped our neighbors and did a lot of things. However, the number of Tianji Sects at that time was not large. I remember it most clearly. It’s that Mr. Zhao and this young man.”
When the aunt said this, her eyes were already red: "Unfortunately, one day, this young man suddenly disappeared without telling us where he went. A few years later, we suddenly received news again, It is said that the leader of the Tianji Sect has become the national teacher in the capital. We can probably guess that the young man has also become Mr. Zhao's assistant, and he should be living well in the capital now."
"Girl, if you see this young man, remember to tell him that Aunt Chen misses him very much. Also, my father visited me before he died. If you see the young man again, remember to give him a tips bag. Just wait a moment."
The aunt turned around and went into the house to look for the kit. At this moment, Gan Muyu felt very shocked, and even had a hint of fear of Lao Zhao in her heart. In retrospect, after Hong Zhishun entered the Licorice Hall, he almost acted together with her and Lian Yueting. If only through one or two conversations, Hong Zhishun and several other geniuses from the top ten universities would not have been instigated by Lao Zhao to rebel.
But now I think about it carefully, before he instigated the rebellion, he had met with them several times, and where did he meet them. If it was in Licorice Hall, how could he have no impression of Lao Zhao? And if a dangerous person like Lao Zhao had entered Ganshu City, how could the principals of the Ten Great Halls not find out and even instigate students in his own halls to rebel? Didn't they know?
"Sister, don't think about it. This is the answer. I didn't believe it before, but the behavior of Lao Zhao and other students who were instigated to rebel made me believe it." Sun Xingming sat on Gan Muyu's shoulder, Sighed.
People's hearts are different, and everyone has their own agenda. Hong Zhishun and other geniuses who were instigated to rebel took this path. Did they obey Lao Zhao? Or do you listen to others? And is there really anyone behind Lao Zhao?
Gan Muyu suddenly felt that he was just a pawn on the chessboard behind them.
"Is there a possibility that Ganshu City is also one of the chess pieces?"
This sentence flashed through Gan Muyu's mind, and she didn't even dare to think about it anymore. At this time, she was afraid of learning the truth.
"Hey, girl, why are you suddenly sweating profusely? Is it because the sun is shining too much and is heating you up? Oh, look at my head. I even forgot to pour you water when the guests came. Come on, first Here's the tip bag for you. Don't stand here, go back and sit under the shade of the tree, and the aunt will give you a glass of water." The aunt stretched her hand halfway, then retracted it, and took out a clean handkerchief from her clothes. , helping Gan Muyu wipe his sweat.
Looking at the aunt who was wiping his sweat, Gan Muyu's mind went blank. He forgot everything he had just thought. He was no longer afraid. He simply replied that it was okay and took the kit from the aunt. She obeyed her aunt's words and sat back under the shade of the tree obediently. Looking at her aunt's back as she went back to fetch water for herself, she seemed to have regained something in her heart, like courage.
"Senior sister, are you okay? Don't think too much. Since we can't change anything now, let's do what we can do first. Don't care what other people think, say, or do. Let's do it first Let’s find all the souls of our senior brothers before we talk.” Sun Xingming said in a low voice.
Gan Muyu was silent. Looking at the brocade bag in his hand, the color on the brocade bag has faded a little. I don't know how long I have been waiting for it.
The aunt came out of the house with a glass of water and handed it to Gan Muyu: "You look so much like that kid."
"Mom, can I see what's in the kit?" Gan Muyu asked.
"Of course, you are good friends, and you are the ones who save lives and heal the wounded together. I believe that my father's spirit in heaven will not blame you." The aunt said with a smile.
The moment Gan Muyu opened the brocade bag, a ray of golden soul was suspended in the air. A ray of Hong Zhishun's soul actually hid in the brocade bag. Gan Muyu immediately took out the brocade bag containing the rest of Hong Zhishun's soul and put that ray of soul into the brocade bag. The souls were gathered together. Naturally, the aunt can't see that ray of soul.
There is a small note and a wooden sign left in the kit. The small note read: My child, from now on it will be up to you to carry forward your medical skills and save more lives. Don't worry about me, I'm in heaven, always watching you do good deeds and give medicines to doctors.
And there are four words written on the wooden sign: Hanging the pot to help the world.
Gan Muyu looked at the wooden sign in her hand and felt very warm. It felt like an elder caressing the head of a junior and wanting to impart all his knowledge to the junior he likes.
Perhaps Dr. Chen is really watching from the sky at this time.
