After Qingjiu heard this voice, his eyes turned red for a moment. He turned his head and for some reason the warmth in his eyes dropped instantly when he saw the person coming.
The person who came was an old man wearing a blue robe. The hem of the robe was embroidered with bamboo shadows with golden silk thread. His head was full of white hair, dancing in the wind.
But I saw that his steps were steady and he walked like flying, without any signs of aging. His weathered face showed a rare ruddy color, and his two eyes were bright and lively, shooting out two compelling rays of light.
His forehead was slightly wrinkled, looking worried and solemn. When Yufeng landed next to Qingjiu, he looked at Qingjiu and muttered "Idiot."
There was blame and anger in the voice, but more of it was worry and distress.
"Master." Qingjiu looked at the old man and called with red eyes.
The person who came was none other than the head of the Yihong Sect, the master of Qingjiu, Si Xun and others, and the current swordsman in the world, Tu Yuan.
Tu Yuan glanced at Qingjiu, frowned slightly and looked at her reproachfully, but in the end he softly said, "Get behind me."
After hearing these words, Qingjiu Sixun, Mu Ruo, and Zi Ximing all lowered their heads and took a step back in tacit understanding.
"Disciple Yuan Sword Lord."
Elder Kong Xing standing next to Yan Qing also recognized this person, looked at Tu Yuan with some surprise, and shouted respectfully.
Yan Qing also looked up at Tu Yuan while protecting his disciple Mu Ran's heart.
When he saw the person coming, Yan Qing subconsciously looked at Qingjiu.
There were complicated emotions in my heart. The appearance of Tu Yuan meant that the matter was about to end.
Sure enough, at this moment!
Tu Yuan was dressed in green clothes, with an upright back, majestic appearance, and fluttering skirts. He looked at Yan Qing and said, "Senior nephew Yan Qing, it was my disciple who was reckless. This nine-turn life-sustaining pill should be regarded as my disciple's apology for being incompetent."
After saying that, Tu Yuan's eyes that had gone through many changes but were still bright were deep and emotionless, but a black wooden box appeared in his hand between his backhands.
As soon as Tu Yuan Jianzun moved his hand, the wooden box flew towards Yan Qing.
"Nine-turn Life-Sustaining Pill? There are only three pills for bringing the dead back to life under the Nine Heavens?"
Nie Ling and others around him saw the cautious character of Tu Yuanjianzun at first, but now their faces turned happy and disbelieving after hearing what Tuyuanjianzun said.
You must know that the Nine-Revolution Life-Sustaining Pill can not only bring a dying person back to life, but the most important thing is that this Nine-Revolution Life-Sustaining Pill has no restrictions and can save a life at any time.
This is equivalent to carrying a resurrection artifact on your back.
After Yan Qing raised his hand to catch the wooden box, he glanced at it and then looked up at Sword Master Tu Yuan and shook his head and said, "Sword Master, you are serious, this thing is too precious."
However, Tu Yuanke was not satisfied with Yan Qing's rejection. Instead, he frowned, "The disciples in the sect are the most important, so why should I be precious?"
Obviously he didn't understand what Yan Qing said. After all, in Yihong, this thing is just a lifeless consumable and can never be compared to the disciples in the sect.
Even if something happens to an ordinary disciple today, Tu Yuan will take out this nine-turn life-sustaining pill.
"Yes, Yan Qing is being taught."
Yan Qing was slightly stunned. For some reason, when she heard Tu Yuan's words, she felt slightly panicked.
"I understand what happened today. I will take the evil disciple back to the sect and teach him well. I will send gifts to Ji Qing later to apologize."
After seeing Yan Qing accept it, he suddenly nodded, his serious and vicissitudes of face showing dignity and seriousness.
Then he pointed towards Dusi behind him.
Si Xun lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Yan Qing already knew that he had no intention of saying more, so he lowered his eyes and replied, "Just listen to my disciple Yuan Jianzun."
Tu Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Yan Qing, then at the Jiqing disciples behind him, and his eyes slowly turned to the messy area and the miserable suffering of the people in Yuncheng.
After thinking for a while, Tu Yuan frowned and said, "Okay, if nothing happens, I will leave with my disciple."
However, Tu Yuanjianzun obviously did not want to know what happened in Yuncheng, and he pretended not to have noticed the complicated and constantly changing expressions on the faces of everyone in Jiqing.
The best thing about the Yihong Sword Sect from top to bottom is that they never meddle in other people's business.
"Sword Lord, this woman..."
Seeing Tu Yuan and others from the Qingjiu Division turning around and leaving, a trace of dissatisfaction appeared on Yan Qing's indifferent and cold face.
Hearing the young voice coming from behind, Tu Yuan turned back to look at the young Yan Qing and said in a serious tone, "This is the disciple I just accepted. How come Master Yan knows him?"
When Tu Yuandian said these words, Yan Qing felt it was funny, and there was a hint of coldness in his indifferent eyes, but after a moment of silence, he still said to Tu Yuan
"...I don't know. Since Sword Master said it, Yan Qing knows it."
"See you later."
Yan Qing looked at the woman standing behind Sword Master Tu Yuan who had never said a word to him from beginning to end, and Yan Qing felt bitter in her heart.
Tu Yuan didn't care about Yan Qing or Ji Qing.
That's right, he came here just to take away his young apprentice Qingjiu. Not to mention that he was too old to rely on his old age, as long as it was useful.
With his old face in today's world, no matter how many people he is, he has to give him some face.
Qingjiu and the others followed Tu Yuan to the gate of Yuncheng. They stopped after they could no longer see the messy Yuncheng behind them.
As soon as he stopped here, Qingjiu directly grabbed Tu Yuan, hugged the old man tightly, put him on his shoulder and said happily.
"Master, why are you here? I miss you so much."
Qingjiu throws away maturity and indifference at this moment, just like a child meeting an elder.
Like a little girl, she acted coquettishly towards Tu Yuan.
"You idiot, the master has always told you to be extra careful if you are destined to be in trouble, but you have always gone your own way. Now you know you regret it."
Tu Yuan stroked his white beard and said in a reproachful but doting tone.
The little apprentice hugged him as he did when he was a child, and apprentice Yuan, an old man who had practiced for thousands of years, felt as if he had seen Qingjiu for the first time, his heart full of love.
Qingjiu looked up at his master, with eyes that were red from crying after seeing Tu Yuan's grievance. He looked at Tu Yuan and said softly, "I know my mistake, but if I don't regret it, the way out is the way out." Only later will you know how to proceed. Didn’t the master say that swordsmanship should be about moving forward without hesitation, never asking about the future, and never looking back."
Si Xun and the others around him also had smiles on their faces.
Master is always serious with his disciples, but he probably only behaves like this when facing his junior sister.
He cannot be beaten or scolded.
"Chier, you didn't remember anything else I said, but now you use these words to refute me. I just feel sorry for you. You have lost all your cultivation and are still being bullied by other sects."
When Tu Yuan saw Qingjiu saying what he said, he looked at her pretending to be angry and said.
Qingjiu has lived with him for so many years, but he doesn't know that his master is very talkative, so he smiled softly, and said proudly, "I know the master is the best, it's okay, master, you know Xiaojiu, Xiaojiu's character" How could you suffer a loss?"
However, looking at Qingjiu's face, Tu Yuan looked at it for a moment, and there was a complex look in his eyes and he said, "Among my disciples, I am the most worried about you. Your calamity has not passed. Now that I have returned to my sect, I will never do it again." Going down the mountain.”
"Master, you mean that Xiaojiu's fate is not over yet?"
Zi Ximing, who was beside him, keenly noticed something was wrong in his master's words and asked quickly.
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