The night is getting darker, and there are bursts of insects in the mountains.
Above the hanging pot peak is still brightly lit. After the disciples who went to the Nether Secret Realm returned, a large number of injured disciples poured into the Xuanhu Peak for treatment. The disciples with bandages came and went everywhere in the Xuanhu Peak, and the fragrance of medicine filled the air all day long.
In the main hall of the peak master on the top of the mountain, the peak master Rong, who was wearing a blue long gown, slowly paced, and beside him was frying a pot of medicine on a small fire.
Not long after, a man in black swept in from the window.
The man in black knelt down on one knee in front of Peak Master Rong and said, "Peak Master, Young Master Rong has been arranged by his subordinates to an abandoned thatched hut at the bottom of the mountain. However, Young Master's Dantian meridians have been damaged, and his limbs and internal organs are seriously injured. If the peak master is rescued in time, I am afraid…”
Rong Feng said: "Wait a minute. There are too many people staring at this seat. Since he has been expelled from the Tianzong, bringing him back now will undoubtedly give people a handle. Now that he has avoided suspicion, he will avoid it to the end, and he cannot be today. If there is an action, how can I explain it to the suzerain? At least tomorrow, I will find an excuse to go down the mountain."
The man in black said, "My subordinates have already fed Young Master Rong the Life-Extending Pill. After a day's work, Young Master Rong should be able to survive."
Peak Master Rong waved his hand and motioned for him to go down, but suddenly stopped the other party, "Yes, what's up with his face?"
The man in black said, "Young Master Rong has a wound on his left face, and his sword intent grievance has engulfed his body. After too long, even if it can be removed, I'm afraid it won't be able to recover."
Peak Master Rong frowned and said, "Okay, let's go."
The man in black immediately retreated.
It was time for the pot medicine that was being fried on a small fire. Master Rong Feng squatted down, picked up the handle of the medicine pot, and poured it into a white porcelain bowl. The black soup had a strong bitter taste, and he added sugar to it.
Put a brick of brown sugar into it, stir patiently until it melts, the bitter medicine turns into a thick black syrup, and the temperature is no longer scalding, so Master Rong Feng took the bowl of medicine and walked around the hall. In the corridor, I came to a secret room in the depths.
Rong Qingjue raised his hand and knocked on the door.
"Ma'am, here I come."
No one in the room responded. Rong Qingjue seemed to be used to it and pushed open the door.
The windows and doors were covered with black gauze, there was no wind and no light, only the red candles flickered on the table.
The strong medicinal smell came to me, heavier than the outside.
The tears of the candle slipped from the candle body to the lamp.
Rong Qingjue carried the medicine to the bedside.
Lying on the bed was a very thin woman with a face that was similar to Rong Ran, but more delicate and gentle. She was only wearing a white lingerie, her black hair was hanging down like a cloud, her jaw was pointed and her face was pale.
Her right collarbone was pierced by the chain, and the other side of the chain was tied in the shadow of the bed.
Seeing Rong Qingjue, the woman's pale face showed surprise, she forced herself to sit up, her lips parted as if to say something.
Just no sound.
Rong Qingjue touched her cheek pitifully and handed the medicine bowl over.
"Drinking the medicine, Atan."
A Tan turned his head and rubbed his hand with some attachment, and then obediently took the medicine bowl.
Rong Qingjue watched Gu Tan drinking the medicine a little while holding the medicine bowl.
When he got married in 2010, Gu Tan was reluctant and would always say some unpleasant words. Rong Qing never liked to hear it, so he took medicine to make the other party speechless.
The medicinal properties are so powerful that even Rong Qingjue regretted it later, detoxifying the other party, but Gu Tan's voice has become extremely hoarse and unpleasant.
Rong Qing absolutely hates flaws.
It is better not to listen to unpleasant sounds. He simply sealed the acupuncture point with a silver needle and sealed her voice again.
"A Tan, if you were obedient back then, it would be better now."
Rong Qingjue held his heart in his hand, and the Acacia Gu inside was beating regularly.
"If you didn't insist on running away and were injured by the same light formation, what should we do? There are still many hundreds of years... It's like now, you can only have fun in time, I don't know what to do after you die."
After the Hehuan Gu is planted, the child Gu will depend on the mother Gu to live, and it needs to be fused every three months, otherwise the child Gu will be restless and go crazy, and the person who tortures the middle Gu will not want to die.
Rong Qingjue stood up and blew out the candle.
The room was plunged into darkness, and there was a smile on his lips. He turned to go back to the bed, but suddenly his back froze.
An extremely cold sword energy pierced the windowsill at night and came straight from behind him!
The extremely powerful Sword Intent was unavoidable, far exceeding the limit of the mortal body of the six-level cultivator - Rong Qingjue reacted almost in an instant, it was the suzerain!
Why did the sect master strike him with a sword
He was obviously careful enough that he didn't even go to the Law Enforcement Hall, because he was afraid that Rong Ran's killing of his fellow sect would arouse the anger of the Sect Master and burn him.
A Tan still needs him to refine medicine every day to barely survive, no matter what, he can't die!
Thoughts were but a flash of lightning.
But the suppression of the desperate cultivation level still made Rong Qingjue unable to move.
The terrifying sword energy rubbed his neck, and warm blood flowed down.
Rong Qingjue's legs were already weak, trembling like crazy, but he came to his senses in cold sweat - he wasn't dead yet. The sword of Qi Yunjun avoided him.
The door was wide open, and the faint cold wind blew in, blowing the black gauze off the window.
"I never strike a sword behind people's backs."
"Turn around."
Qi Yun-Jun's cold voice came from behind him, like a deadly ghost.
Rong Qingjue's teeth were chattering, and he didn't dare to turn around, saying: "Sect Master, I don't know what mistake I made, but you actually did it yourself. If it is a child's matter, it is indeed my lax teaching, which has damaged the Sect Master's reputation. I can sever the father-son relationship with him from now on, never teach him to enter the sect one step further, and ask the suzerain to forgive his sins."
Qi Yunjun said indifferently, "Twenty-seven years ago, what were you doing?"
"I..." Rong Qingjue's face turned completely pale, he finally knew where the killing intent of Lord Qi Yun came from.
Rong Ran's useless waste can only be exposed by playing some unruly means in the secret realm. How can he leak this matter
But he could only bite the bullet and say: "Twenty-seven years ago, the sect master was in a coma due to the calamity. For the sake of the safety of the sect master, I kept the sect master secretly in Xuanhu Peak for healing."
Qi Yunjun said: "So, you haven't taken a step out of Xuanhu Peak?"
Rong Qingjue: "...Yes."
"—Excellent." Qiyun Jun said.
"Rong Qingjue, do you dare to swear by your heart?"
Rong Qing never dared.
Qi Yunjun: "Turn around and draw your sword."
Rong Qingjue dared not.
Qi Yunjun: "Don't dare to draw a sword against me, but dare to deceive me with lies?"
Rong Qingjue felt cold, knowing that it was useless to say anything.
Qi Yunjun: "A cowardly person who is good at lying is not worthy of my sword."
He raised his sleeves, and the energy of the six paths flew out from his hands, dividing it into six directions to form a formation. Rong Qingjue was besieged and boundless killing intent was born from the formation, and the Taiqing Du'er sword was sheathed.
Boundless Divine Consciousness spread out, and the disciples of Xuanhu Peak were able to perceive a thought.
"From today onwards, Rong Qing is no longer the peak master of Xuanhu Peak."
There was an uproar on the brightly lit Xuanhu Peak.
Countless Xuanhu Peak disciples looked up at the peak at the same time. For them, only the dark clouds covered the moon, the night was still silent, but the sky had changed.
Qi Yun-Jun has already left.
Rong Qingjue was still trapped in the formation.
The realm of crossing the calamity and the transcendence is too far away. In a matter of seconds, Rong Qingjue has seventy-two strength energy in his body, and the sword will wreak havoc on the meridians and penetrate the dantian. It has only been half a day since the law enforcement hall. The son usually ends up.
Rong Qingjue lay dying on the ground.
He is going to die.
But he can't die yet. He still has Atan to take care of. When the mother Gu host of Acacia Gu dies, the child Gu parasites will also die. He didn't want Atan to die. He also has medicinal pills and magic weapons to continue his life.
Rong Qingjue raised his head and reached out to the person who did not want to be far away.
"Atan..."
Gu Tan dragged the long chain to him.
Rong Qingjue wanted to catch her, but only saw Gu Tan pick up the sword on the ground and stab it into his palm.
His arm twitched in pain and looked at Gu Tan's face in a trance.
There is no gentleness and attachment that I am used to, only boundless hatred and indifference.
So many years have passed.
Gu Tan broke free from the shackles of Acacia Gu once again.
How could she still have the strength to break free from the shackles of Acacia Gu
The tip of the sword was drawn out from the palm of his hand, and hung over his body.
He opened his eyes in despair, "A Tan, you can't…"
Another sword.
Inserted into Rong Qingjue's heart.
Acacia Gu stopped rhythm.
The sky is cloudy.
The moon shines on the four wilds.
Silence returned to the top of Xuanhu Peak.
…
The moonlight shines into the peach forest.
In the Yuntian Palace, the snow is flying, but here is the only place where the four seasons are like spring.
Qi Yunjun was sitting under a peach tree, and the Taiqing Du'er Sword was next to him, and he didn't know how long he had been sitting. Pink petals fell all over his clothes, and his white hair shone with a silent glow under the moonlight.
Even though Rong Qingjue has been dealt with, the surging breath in his body has not dissipated, forcing the pain in the meridians, like a knife.
Ruthless Dao's state of mind was originally a Pinghu, which was firmly surrounded by high walls, isolating all the clutter from the outside world.
Now there is a gap.
The lake water of Pinghu gurgled out of the gap. If it is not solved in time, the gap will only get bigger and bigger, and eventually it will collapse like a thousand-mile embankment in an ant's nest, and the road foundation will collapse.
Those who practice ruthless Dao cannot be moved.
This is what Master had warned him over and over again before he entered the Dao.
He closed his eyes, his temples throbbing.
The surging airflow in the meridians is still circling and colliding, showing his unstable state of mind. However, after practicing the ruthless way for many years, he was unable to calm down, nor did he want to calm down.
He stubbornly sank into the fog of memory, and in the feeling of a splitting headache, he swung the long sword in his mind and cut through the fog.
I don't know how long it took, but a light finally appeared in front of me.
He came to a peach forest.
A young man is standing in the peach forest. The young man has an extremely beautiful face, as bright as the sunset in the sky.
The other party looked back and smiled at him.
Peach blossoms were flying behind him.
It seems that all the spirits of heaven and earth are devoted to the young man. He looks at the mountains and rivers in the world and the vast avenues of heaven and earth, but he absolutely cannot ignore the other party.
Qi Yunjun let out a low cough, and blood suddenly flowed from his lips.
He remembered.
- Twenty-seven years ago, after he was seriously injured in the catastrophe, what happened in the three years when he lost his memory.
His shirt was gradually stained red with blood.
Qi Yun-Jun broke out his blue-veined hand and slowly took out something from his arms.
It is a cloth bag wrapped in brocade.
Qi Yunjun opened the cloth bag, and there lay thousands of pieces of black jade.
The moonlight shone into his empty eyes, and the long silver eyelashes trembled.
He got up, knelt on the ground halfway, and slowly put together the broken jade piece by piece under the moonlight.