Wu Zhengzhen
Ever since Hua Yao heard what Wu Yuanxiao said last time, she has never practiced hard again, but she looks restless every day.
Wu Yuanxiao sat by the window upstairs, looked at Hua Yao who was absent-minded, and said: "Yao Yao, come up, I have something to tell you."
Hua Yao raised her head and replied: "Oh. Here we come."
Following the sound of brisk footsteps, Hua Yao opened the door and came to Wu Yuanxiao.
Wu Yuanxiao clapped his hands on the Chinese medicine book and said with a smile: "Yao Yao, your heart is no longer here. If you want to find him, you can go alone."
Hua Yao changed from her normal state and asked with an excited smile: "Really?"
After so many days, Wu Yuanxiao saw Hua Yao smiling so brightly for the first time. After all, she was the child he raised by himself. When he thought of her leaving, Wu Yuanxiao would feel very sad.
After all, he is also someone who has come all the way from Hua Yao's age, and knows that once he lets her go, no matter what happens to her, she can only rely on herself.
Currently, Luo Xiuwen is poisoned. Although the origin of the wood is forcing her to continue her life, Wu Yuanxiao cannot relax his vigilance at this moment. He must develop an antidote before the poison breaks out, otherwise Luo Xiuwen will definitely die.
Therefore, he did not have time to hide in the dark to protect Hua Yao.
But after seeing the smile on her face, he had to let go even if he felt a lot of reluctance in his heart.
Wu Yuanxiao nodded slowly and said seriously: "Yao Yao, you have too many secrets. You must not use that kind of power unless it is absolutely necessary, unless it is a matter of life and death."
Hua Yao bit her lip lightly and said, "I understand."
Wu Yuanxiao stared at her and said word by word: "Remember! Never go to the Western Continent."
Hua Yao glanced at him with a complex expression and nodded heavily.
"Okay. You can get on your way while it's still early." Wu Yuanxiao touched the medical book with his palm. He seemed to pick up the medical book casually, but in fact, he used the medical book to cover his already moist eyes.
Hua Yao stood at the door, her eyes also wet with tears. Finally, she wiped the tears from her eyes and walked downstairs without looking back.
After Hua Yao left, Wu Yuanxiao leaned back on the chair. The medical book in his palm was covered on his face and he refused to take it away for a long time.
After Hua Yao packed up everything, she turned back to look at Wu Yuanxiao in the window. She immediately knelt on her knees, kowtowed in Wu Yuanxiao's direction, and then left quietly.
Tick tock! Tick tock!
In a cave somewhere within the Zhuliu Mountains, the uneven stone wall above a small pool was soaked with water.
Every once in a while, the soaked stone walls will form many water droplets, which drip into the pool and make a crisp sound that echoes in the cave.
There are not many plants in the pool. A budding bowl lotus stands in the center of the pool. Its pink petals are stained with some dewdrops and tilt slightly, indicating that it is about to bloom.
In the shallow water of the pool, there are some green copper money grass growing in clusters crowded together.
Jia Juesheng opened his eyes in a daze. When he saw the light at the entrance of the cave, he sat up and glanced at Ziyang and Xiaohai. He found that Xiaohai was nestled next to Ziyang, sleeping soundly, so he did not disturb him. Two people.
The two of them had been fighting monsters all day long. Although their bodies had not reached their limit, they were still exhausted. Finally, they had time to rest, so they naturally wanted to sleep more.
Jia Juesheng walked out of the cave, faced the warm and comfortable sunshine, walked on the path in the forest, looked at the vibrant trees, and his depressed mood suddenly eased a lot.
As he walked, he raised his left hand and tapped the palm of his left hand with his right index finger. He seemed to be thinking of something, sometimes frowning and shaking his head, sometimes nodding happily.
In this way, he kept walking along the path, but his mind was already immersed in his own world.
"I heard someone say that a few days ago, everyone in Jiange failed to destroy the big demon. Instead, the big demon killed dozens of disciples. The losses were heavy." A monk said.
"Isn't that right? The leader of the Jiange is that Xian Qingyun. He introduced the big demon into the sword formation that the disciples of the Jiange had already set up, hoping to eliminate the big demon in one fell swoop. But in the end, more than half of the disciples of the Jiange were killed or injured, even Xian Qingyun himself He was also seriously injured." Another monk carrying a long sword added.
Another monk said: "The five major forces in Liangcheng seem to be brothers and sisters, but secretly they are also fighting openly and secretly. Have you seen that the leaders of the five major forces are fighting on their own and have never thought of joining forces to kill the big demon."
A strong man with a strong body also came over and said in a loud voice: "No, don't you look at who are coming this time, Guimen Qilong, Jiange Xian Qingyun, Daofu Xuan Yi, Xiao Yuying from Sanwang Palace, and that, that, what’s the name of that person from the Spirit Clan?”
The strong man raised his head and thought.
"Are you talking about the person carrying the thunder book? And he doesn't wear a patterned cloak, right?" A monk holding a scimitar asked.
The strong man nodded repeatedly and said, "Yes, that's right, that boy. I heard he is the new disciple of the Spirit Clan."
The monk holding a scimitar explained: "That's right. That man's name is Lu Yu. He was sent to exterminate the big demon when he first joined the Spirit Clan. You can imagine his strength."
"Look, look, these people are all talents in the sect. They will definitely be able to carry the big beams in the future. They represent not only themselves, but also the rise and fall of the sect." The strong man said carefully. , although he has a strong tone, he is also a discerning person.
The people gathered around and chatting together were all disciples from small sects outside Liangcheng. Seeing the big forces in Liangcheng make a fool of themselves, they felt very happy.
Jia Juesheng came here while walking. When he saw a dozen people gathered in front of him, chatting animatedly, he stood not far away and listened for a long time.
"A few days ago, the son of the leader of the Ghost Sect was beaten outside the Zhuliu Mountains. It almost made me laugh to death." The strong man laughed with his belly up.
As soon as the strong man said this, the monks around him looked at each other with confusion on their faces, obviously they couldn't believe it.
It is said that the master of the Ghost Sect has some contacts with the old sword god. Who is the old sword god? That is the Optimus Pillar in the hearts of many monks in the Northern Continent, and the god in the hearts of sword cultivators.
And what about the leader of the Ghost Sect? He is a big shot in Liangcheng, but outside of Liangcheng, he is just a demigod, not to mention that he is too insignificant compared to the most powerful swordsman like the old sword god.
Of course, rumors are just rumors after all. As for the truth of the matter, only the old sword god and the master of the ghost sect know the truth.
However, the Ghost Sect was originally the weakest among the five major forces, but in just a few years it quietly rose to become a sect that could compete with other forces.
This inevitably makes people wonder whether there is really an old sword god behind the ghost sect master.
The reason why the strong man laughed was because he had heard that the Ghost Sect was related to the old Sword God. Due to the reputation of the Old Sword God, no normal person would take the initiative to provoke the Ghost Sect, unless he was the kind of person who was stunned. Green head,
The monk holding a scimitar asked, "Fei Xiaoyuan is the young master of the Gui Sect and the only son of Master Fei. Is your news reliable?"
Everyone cast doubtful eyes on the strong man,
"Absolutely reliable!" Faced with everyone's suspicion, the strong man paused and said: "I overheard this news from the disciples of the Ghost Sect. For this reason, I ran away all night."
Jia Juesheng was shocked. He had long seen that the blond boy had an unusual identity, but he never expected that he was the son of the leader of the Ghost Sect.
You know, the leader of the Ghost Sect is in the demigod realm. Ziyang hitting his son is equivalent to hitting the leader of the Ghost Sect in the face.
"This...this." Jia Juesheng clasped his hands together. At this moment, his thoughts were confused and he said to himself: "No! I have to tell Ziyang the news quickly and escape Liangcheng as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous. "
The strong man and others heard Jia Juesheng's voice and hurriedly turned to look at him. The strong man yelled: "Stop! Where did you come from? How dare you eavesdrop on us here."
When Jia Juesheng reacted, he found himself surrounded by them.
Jia Juesheng blocked his body with his hands, leaned back slightly, turned his palms towards the strong man, and said with a smile: "Don't get me wrong, don't get me wrong. I just came here for a walk. I didn't hear a word of what you said, no." Heard.”
The monk holding a scimitar saw that he was not wearing the Liangcheng sect's clothes, so he pushed Jia Juesheng's back with his arm and said arrogantly: "You are so sneaky. I don't think you are a good person like this." .”
"You have been eavesdropping here for so long. Could it be that you want to tip off the five major forces?" A monk grabbed Jia Juesheng's lapel and said in a deep voice.
Jia Juesheng saw that they were coming with bad intentions, and he could not defeat them. Blindly giving in would only make them more unscrupulous. Instead of sitting back and waiting for death, he should attack decisively.
He slapped the man's palm away, straightened his clothes, raised his chest and raised his head and said, "What?! I am a disciple of the Gui Sect, you dare to touch me?"
As soon as these words came out, the faces of the strong man and others changed slightly. They were not afraid of the forces outside Liang City, but they definitely did not dare to provoke the sects in Liang City.
"Get out of the way for me, I won't argue with you." Seeing their concerns, Jia Juesheng became bolder. If he couldn't control them, he would definitely be severely punished by them.
The monk blocking his path slowly moved out of the way.
Jia Juesheng walked slowly and left without any confusion. Only in this way could he escape smoothly.
After Jia Juesheng had walked a few steps, a monk reminded him: "That's not right. The disciples of the Ghost Sect are all dressed in black."
"The disciple of the Ghost Sect has white lotuses and skulls embroidered on his right arm, but there is nothing on his right arm." The monk holding a scimitar stared at Jia Juesheng, and felt more and more something was wrong.
The strong man came to his senses first, pointed at Jia Juesheng's back, and shouted sternly: "No! This kid is not a disciple of the Ghost Sect, let me take him down!"
Jia Juesheng was immediately pushed to the ground and shouted helplessly: "Zi Yang! Come and save me!"
