Ascending, Do Not Disturb

Chapter 58: keep your word

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"Konghou!" Seeing the girl in the pool, Huan Zong flew to the surface of the water without thinking, and carried her out of the water by the waist.

The girl's body was icy cold, as cold as a piece of ice, Huan Zong held her hand shaking uncontrollably, and his face was pale and he spat out a few mouthfuls of blood. He wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, shaking his fingers on her veins.

"Huan Zong..." The impact of falling into the water pool from the air was too great. After falling into the water pool, Konghou fainted. In a daze, she felt that something very warm was approaching her. She opened her eyes and saw Huan with a face as white as paper. Zong hugged himself, and his hair, which was always neatly combed, also had a few strands scattered around his temples, but... This did not harm Huan Zong's beauty, but made him look even more beautiful.

Seeing Kong Hou open his eyes, Huan Zong realized that his heart had been tugging tightly from the beginning, and it was only now that he slowly stretched out: "How are you?" The voice was hoarse and trembling, very unpleasant.

"I'm fine." Konghou sat up from Huan Zong's arms, and pulled off more than a dozen of the abolished talismans on his body: "There are so many talismans, all of them are abolished."

Lin Hu and the disciples from Jixiang Pavilion, who hurried over, saw the talisman paper on the ground at Konghou's feet: "..."

"You're all fine, that's great!" Seeing them standing in front of him intact, Konghou breathed a sigh of relief, "Huan Zong, have you defeated that evil cultivator?"

"Evil cannot overcome righteousness." Huan Zong took out a cloak from the storage ring and put it on Konghou, "Although you are not in serious trouble, your inner breath is still a little unstable, so rest here for a few hours and wait for your inner breath to stabilize. Continue on your way later.”

He threw out the Golden Palace, the Golden Palace turned into a gorgeous palace, waved his sleeves to open the door of the Golden Palace, Huan Zong bowed his head to tie Konghou's cape: "Go inside to wash and change clothes."

Kong Hou looked at Huan Zong's almost transparent face: "Huan Zong, is your spiritual platform okay?"

"No problem." Huan Zong wanted to reach out and touch the girl's white tender face, but only moved his fingertips. He felt that his actions were a bit weird. Even if he liked this little girl again, and wished she was his apprentice, he shouldn't have such dignified thoughts.

Taking out a handkerchief and wiping the water droplets off her hair, Huan Zong used magic to dry Konghou's clothes: "Let's go first."

"That evil cultivator has already been put to death?" Kong Hou walked in front, without looking back at Huan Zong's expression, "There is always a story in the book where the protagonist lets go of the bad guy and causes the bad guy to cause even more trouble, isn't this asking for trouble. "

Lin Hu turned his head and glanced at Huan Zong, who said expressionlessly, "You are right."

Now even the disciples of Jixiang Pavilion turned to look at Huan Zong.

"I knew Huan Zong, you wouldn't do such a thing." Konghou used too much spiritual power and still had not recovered, she walked into the yard where she lived last time, and said to everyone, "I'll go and sit for a while. "

"Have a good rest." Huan Zong said, "Put the incense ball I gave you last time next to it to help you recover earlier."

"Yeah." Konghou nodded, took a few steps and turned back to see Huan Zong still standing at the door of the courtyard looking at her, she showed a big smile at him.

Huan Zong looked at the bright smile on the girl's face and curled the corners of his mouth: "Go to sleep."

"Oh." Konghou ran to Huan Zong and put a bottle of medicinal herbs refined by Uncle Qingyuan into Huan Zong's hand, and then he ran into the room in a very good mood. After closing the door, she felt a little regretful in her heart. Huan Zong could kill even such a powerful evil cultivator. His swordsmanship must be very powerful, but it was a pity that she didn't have the opportunity to appreciate it.

Huan Zong looked at the medicine bottle in his hand and poured out two pills. The pill pattern on the pill is clear and in the shape of an auspicious cloud. This is the top-quality Huiyuan pill. There are less than ten people in the entire cultivation world who can refine this pill, and the Qingyuan Peak Master of Yunhuamen is one of them.

Putting Huiyuan Dan in the mouth, Huan Zong summoned the Longyin Sword again.

"Young Master?" Lin Hu saw Huan Zong holding the sword again, "What are you doing with the sword?"

"Murder." Huan Zong replied with two short words, then turned into a streamer and disappeared in the Golden Palace. Lin Hu chased after two steps, and then gave up his plan to stop the young master. He turned to look at the five auspicious pavilion disciples, and said with a calm expression, "Our son has always been very good, but he is just a little shy about others talking about his private affairs."

"Junior and others will never say a word about what happened just now." The young junior brother hurriedly said, "Senior please rest assured."

Ge Jin covered his junior brother's mouth and smiled, "Did something happen just now? The juniors have low cultivation and haven't seen anything."

Lin Hu did not argue with them, and nodded slightly: "You come with me, and I will take you to a resting place."

After watching the battle between the real Huan Zong and the old man without suffering, the disciples of Jixiang Pavilion have a clearer understanding of the cultivation of real Huan Zong. Such a formidable old man without suffering is actually powerless to fight back under the sword of Zhenren Huan Zong. Every sword is a force that overturns the mountains and the sea, and even the world trembles.

In front of a real master, it is wise to keep silent obediently, not to mention that the master just told an innocuous little lie. Only those who have shortcomings are more human. They understand and can really understand.

Anyway... they couldn't understand and they didn't dare to say it.

The Wuku old man was seriously injured, but he did not dare to return to the evil cultivation world, let alone appear in a place where there were many monks.

It was getting dark, and there were no monks on the way, the old man Wu Ku heaved a sigh of relief, his life should be saved. Putting a few pills in his mouth, the old man Wuku was about to fall from the cloud head to find a reason to stay in the village at the foot of the mountain, when suddenly there was a dragon roar behind him.

His face changed greatly, he quickly summoned the magic weapon of his life and held it in his hand, turned to look behind him, and sure enough it was Huan Zong chasing after him. His complexion was ashen, why didn't this evil spirit not know him a few hours ago, why did he catch up with him again

This feeling of hope turned into despair made Wuku almost unable to maintain his mood.

"I really didn't expect that I would have the honor to be chased by you." Wuku took out a spirit banner and said fiercely, "Although my cultivation level is not as good as yours, since you don't give me a way to live, I will die with you."

Huan Zong ignored him, raised his sword and stabbed him, but after more than 20 strokes, he was beaten and retreated without suffering. There were a few more blood holes in his body, and half of the soul-calling flag in his hand was cut off.

"Ah!" The evil deity of the dignified evil cultivation world, Wu Ku has not been bullied like this for a long time. He knew that he had no way to live, and he threw out the natal magic weapon in his hand, blocking Huan Zong's fatal blow, and raised his palm to his spiritual platform. With a fierce shot, the Nascent Soul was forced out of the body.

Even if he died, he would not let this evil spirit go easily.

Seeing Wuku preparing for the self-destruction of Yuan Ying, Huan Zong moved as fast as a bolt of lightning. Before Ku Wu had time to crush his Yuan Ying, his sword had already cut off Ku Wu's arm, and a backhand sword destroyed Ku Wu again. No spiritual platform.

He lowered his head and picked up Kuwu's shivering Nascent Soul, Huan Zong's spiritual consciousness inserted into Nascent Soul's body, the Nascent Soul instantly disappeared, and Wuku, who fell to the ground, let out a wailing sound, and the skin on his body began to become more and more senile, frowning and crawling all over. His cheeks were smashed, and his hair fell out in large chunks.

"Hoho..." Wuku's turbid eyes stared at Huan Zong, as if asking him why.

"I don't like to lie to people, especially to juniors." Huan Zong pierced Kuwu's throat with a sword, watching his corpse turn to withered bones, and said expressionlessly, "What I said to juniors, we must do it. ."

After drawing out a fire, he destroyed the storage ring storage bag and other items left by Wuku, and Huan Zong turned around and left.

After a while, the dead ashes on the ground turned into dust, and the night wind picked up, and the dust and ashes disappeared in the mountains and forests.

Huan Zong walked out of this dense forest, coughed while holding the trunk, looked up at the crescent moon in the sky, took out a pill prepared by an unknown old man, swallowed it, jumped on the flying sword and rushed back to the Golden Palace.

"Young Master." Lin Hu stood at the entrance of the Golden Palace, and when he saw Huan Zong coming back, his eyes swept across his pale face, "You shouldn't go today."

"I'm a sword cultivator." Huan Zong stepped up the steps and walked into the gate of the Golden Palace, without looking back, "A sword cultivator who can't use a sword, how is it different from death?"

"Young master is like this today, is he unable to let go of his sword, or is he unable to let go of Konghou girl?" Lin Hu asked, "Young master really understands?"

Huan Zong turned to look at Lin Hu, there was no emotion in his eyes.

Under his eyes, Lin Hu's forehead was sweating.

Huan Zong retracted his gaze, lowered his eyelids and said, "If Konghou hadn't worshipped Yunhua Sect, I would have accepted her as my eldest disciple." In this life, he had only met such a young man who was in his heart everywhere. Even if she was already a disciple of Yunhuamen, he couldn't bear her grievances.

As long as he thought that those bright eyes might show disappointment or sadness, he couldn't help but want to fulfill all her wishes. It's a pity... It's a pity... I can't accept her as a disciple in this life, otherwise he will make her the highest-ranking disciple of the younger generation in the entire cultivation world.

Lin Hu looked at the serious expression of the young master, and his brows moved slightly: "Young master, there is no suffering to be punished."

"When I fought against him today, he had already been executed." Huan Zong turned around and said, "From now on, there will be no such person in the evil cultivation world."

Lin Hu: "..."

The highest level of lying is probably to make others suspect that you have made a mistake.

After getting along with the beautiful little girl, the son eventually turned into a man who lied a lot.

The next morning, Konghou got up from the cushion. She was meditating last night, and she fell asleep without knowing when. After a night of sleep, the meridians in her body have already returned to normal, but the evil effects of excessive use of spiritual power have not been completely resolved. Now her whole body is not sore, except for the pain in her hair and nails, and no other place is comfortable.

Lazily lying back on the cushion, Konghou waved the quilt on the bed and put it over him, wishing he could turn himself into a ball, so that he could form a ball without moving.

There were very light footsteps outside the door, she stood outside her door, then turned to leave.

Konghou opened his eyes reluctantly and asked outside the door, "Is it Huan Zong?"

Huan Zong, who had already walked back, heard Konghou's voice and stopped: "Are you awake?"

The door opened, and a girl with loose hair and a large robe was lying beside the door: "Are you going to Jixiang Pavilion now?"

Huan Zong looked at Kong Hou's exposed neck and looming collarbone, and when he heard footsteps coming from outside the courtyard, he strode forward and pulled her into the room, closing the door.

Hongling walking to the gate of the courtyard: "..."

The man who jumped into Fairy Konghou's room just now was... Master Huan Zong