Yun Changan was not actually mad at Changming and them.
He was just venting his anger at his powerlessness.
A child of an aristocratic family who is accustomed to seeing golden flowers and silver willows colorful, it is indeed impossible to be as knowledgeable and determined as a cultivator.
Not to mention him, even Nie Emei was greatly impacted, holding his sword and bowing his head, silent.
On the contrary, Cong Rong stretched out his hand and gently patted Yun Changan's shoulder, as if comforting him silently.
Yun Changan's sobbing became less and less.
"How are you?"
Yunhai's voice was like a whisper, but it was very far away in Changming.
He shook his head, unable to speak.
After the Sifei Sword returned to its old master, it has been feeding back with its spiritual power. It seems to know that Changming's body can't withstand the surging waves, so it can only nourish and repair the damaged meridians and internal organs in such a slow way. .
Looking around, Yun Hai's gaze finally fell on the opponent's hand.
That hand, even though it was wrapped in a strip of cloth, still seeped blood continuously, dyeing the cloth of the palm red.
Under the cloth strip, there was a mass of blood and flesh.
Chang Ming's fingers are not very flexible, and they will twitch involuntarily when they move slightly.
Ordinary people are like this, and I am afraid that half of their hands have already been lost. For monks, this is also not an easy wound to heal.
But this kind of pain is nothing compared to other injuries on the body.
Changming closed his eyes and rested his mind, allowing the spiritual power of the Sifei Sword to come from his palm, gently soothing, flowing through his limbs.
Will sleep without sleep, in a coma.
He felt the cloth strip on the other hand come off.
Only Yunhai would make such an action.
But if the other party wants to kill him, he will never do it at this time.
Nor is it possible to start by taking apart the strips of cloth.
Changming opened his eyes when the tingling and tingling came from that hand.
Yun Hai is bowing his head, licking the palm of his hand one by one.
Focus, be serious, and have no distractions.
The dried blood was licked clean by him, and the new gushing blood was quickly licked away.
The ferocious wounds were exposed on the surface, criss-crossing and shocking.
Chang Ming pulled his hand back, but did not twitch.
He coughed twice: "Let go."
Yunhai: "I haven't found a clean water source for a while, so the wound will heal faster."
Calm and composure, with the same expression on his face, Chang Ming even wondered if there were any new fashions he didn't know about in the past few decades. Just as the men in the early dynasties were fashionable with hairpins and the latter in the later period, it was a kind of friendship between monks. The way
He couldn't help but look at Nie Emei.
The latter was staring at them blankly, and seeing Changming's gaze, he couldn't help but blushed first, so don't start.
Changming…
His own old face is comparable to the city wall, but he has not changed at all.
"What about your way of being a teacher?"
"I've already betrayed my teacher!" Yun Hai sneered, "He hates you so much, you must not have such a temper before, and now you are embarrassed!"
As if to provoke him deliberately, he deliberately lowered his head and licked the newly bleeding wound again.
Since he was powerless to resist, Chang Ming simply continued to close his eyes and rest in peace.
"I used to be strict."
Yunhai: "How strict is the law?"
Chang Ming: "There are four people in my disciple, but if something goes wrong, they all have to kneel outside the gate for the night. My three disciples, Zhou Ke, are not as talented as you and Sun Buku, and I have repeatedly scolded me After that, he practiced magic in private, and was finally expelled from my teacher's school. As for the second son, Sun Buku, Zhou Ke was extreme and stubborn, but Sun Buku was a smiling tiger."
Yun Hai: "People like this often get along well. But if that's the case, why were you expelled from your teacher's school? It can't be because he laughed too much at you, right?"
Chang Ming: "His pursuit of Buddhist fame and fortune has far surpassed cultivation itself."
Yun Hai raised his eyebrows and asked sarcastically, "People outside Fang are actually keen on fame and fortune?"
Changming: "What's so strange? Fame and fortune are two words, no one can get rid of them through the ages. Even if the monks practice hard, they will not be able to ascend to the Tao one day. This is profit. Sun Buku originally had the opportunity to cultivate the supreme Buddha state, but he I fell into the abyss of Chanti because of the fame and fortune, and I thought that such an apprentice would not be worth it, so I let him leave on his own."
Yunhai: "What happened to him later?"
Chang Ming: "He was in Qingyun Temple, and he was already the head of the academy at that time, but I expelled him from the teacher's door, so he had to start all over again. I don't know what happened to him."
Yun Haixin said that it is no wonder that all the apprentices turned against each other, and Sun Buku definitely hated his master.
"Do you have another apprentice?"
Chang Ming: "You mean Song Yanyan?"
Yunhai: "You named these people?"
Chang Ming: "Not bad."
Yunhai: "What is the meaning of Song Yanyan?"
Chang Ming: "He talks too much all day long, I want him to be quiet."
Cloud Sea:…
He suddenly understood the feelings of the four apprentices.
After becoming famous, they haven't killed the master, maybe it's just because the master is too much stronger than them.
"Then, what about Yun Weisi?"
Changming said lazily: "What is the benefit of love, it is better not to think. When he came to apprentice, he said that he wanted to abandon his previous name and focus on the avenue, so I named him such a name."
Yun Hai said: "Sure enough, the thought you put on him is beyond the reach of others. I really doubt that your other three apprentices hate you because of jealousy."
Chang Ming smiled slightly: "Are you sour and jealous? You are also my beloved apprentice. I don't mind giving you a new name for my teacher. The sea of clouds is a little monotonous, and it doesn't fit in with your desire for favor. Why don't you call it Yun Xingan? "
Cloud Sea:…
Just looking at this man's nonsense, he really couldn't see that he was strict and stern to a few apprentices in the past.
He smiled suddenly and leaned forward.
"I don't want to be called Yun Xingan."
Yun Hai opened his mouth softly and said, "It can be called, Yun Nianming? I will never forget, Jiufang Changming, I want to see people in life, and I want to see corpses in death."
The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is one zhang high. Rao is as thick-skinned as ever, and his hair stands upright when he hears it.
The word corpse has not yet finished, and a hand is stretched out behind him.
Appeared out of thin air, silently.
It was Nie Emei who screamed at the same time.
"Be careful!"
With the position she was sitting in, it was too late to come to the rescue.
The sharp fingernails touched Yun Hai's shoulders, the latter turned around almost at the same time, and Chunchao shot his sword.
The opponent was forced to retreat completely.
This is a step back.
"Stop, I'm not here to kill you!"
Chun Chaojian paused, the tip of the sword trembled and his body did not move.
"Say."
Yun Hai's face was like ice, and Fu Fu was just a little bit ambiguous and provocative.
"Three breaths for you."
In front of him is the monster that attacked Chen Ting and fled in a hurry.
The other party is now very different from before. At first glance, he looks like an ordinary middle-aged man. Only the few red scales on his face and the back of his hands can make people recognize his identity.
"They want to kill me, I want to cooperate with you, I can tell you a lot of things you don't know, if you want to help me!"
Chang Ming: "What do you mean when we don't know?"
Demon: "The murder of Yuru Town is actually for the purpose of collecting souls and refining the soul-gathering beads. The more dead people, the greater the resentment, and the stronger the soul-gathering beads."
Chang Ming said lightly: "We already know this, I hope you can tell us something more useful."
He was sitting on the ground and looked weak, but the Sifei Sword in front of him was vibrating in a low voice, as if he was always ready to protect the master.
The demon said: "Wan Shenshan, where they sacrificed alive, summoned me and some of my companions from the abyss, and told us that they hoped to completely smash the seal of Wanshenshan, making the demons unified, and from then on, we will be free. There are no restrictions to come and go in the world, the premise is to help them collect the resentful souls to refine the soul gathering beads, and use the sky-defying formation method to break the seal."
Yun Hai sneered: "If they say this, you believe it? It's too naive."
Anger flashed from the other side.
"We have no choice. The dark abyss is too bitter, it is barren and cold, and the gods can't stay for long. The world is our yearning, and this is the only chance."
Yunhai: "Then why did you regret it again?"
Demon: "Because of the murder in Yuru Town, they need a murderer, and I am the scapegoat. I don't want to die, but I can't beat them alone, I need collaborators. You can only survive, and I secretly help you. Because of this, I helped you solve many of the living dead that the monks transformed into, otherwise you would not be so smooth, and you must be aware of it."
Chang Ming said, "Who else are you talking about besides Chi Bijiang, the master of the Vientiane Palace?"
Demon: "Situ Wanhe, there is another one, always wearing a cloak and mask, I don't know."
Changming: "Where's Chen Ting? You colluded with him before, pretending to kill him, and deliberately led me out of the city."
"Chen Ting?" The other party frowned, "I don't know what his name is. He calls himself Chi Bijiang's messenger, and Situ Wanhe also acquiesced to his identity."
Chang Ming was silent for a moment, then slowly asked, "What's your name?"
Asking the name means agreeing to reach a preliminary cooperation, and the other party breathes a sigh of relief.
As Yunhai put down the Chunchao sword, he also put away his guard posture.
"Hidden sky."
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Changming: Cloud heart and liver.
Yun Weisi: ? ?
Yun Changan: Your master called you!
Yun Weisi: What happened when I was sleeping? !