Watching Pei Yunshu crush the wooden sign, Yun Wang felt as if something had penetrated deeply into his mind through his eyes. His sea of consciousness was churning and he felt so painful that he wanted to roll over on the ground.
It was as if the top of his head was ripped open, and the wooden sign of Shanshui Sect flew away in Pei Yunshu's hand. Yun Wang endured the pain of his limbs twitching, and his eyes turned bloodshot. He stared at Pei Yunshu through the blur of water. The more he looked, the more he felt a force of energy rushing straight to his sea of consciousness.
Pei Yunshu didn't look at him, not only didn't look at him, but also didn't look at any of his fellow disciples. He just bowed deeply to Master Ling Qing, then stood up and turned around to pick up Hua Yue.
Huayue's body looked like that of a normal person, with a beautiful face, as if he was not dead yet.
He always said he had three tails, but Pei Yunshu was afraid. He was afraid that Huayue had remembered the wrong number, and that this tail was not his destiny. But before Pei Yunshu could get close to Huayue, a sharp sword was inserted in front of his toes.
"Yun Shu," Ling Qing Zhenren's anger could no longer be suppressed, his voice was as deep as the abyss under the cliff, "Do you know what you are doing!"
Just a fox! Just a fox!
Master Ling Qing was so angry that the fingers beneath his sleeves were shaking. The aura around him was even greater, and the air seemed to be still, condensing into drops of fire filled with thunderous rage.
Pei Yunshu looked at the sword that was inserted in front of the tip of his shoe, and walked around calmly. He was already in front of Huayue, closed Huayue's eyes, and gently picked him up.
"Fourth Junior Brother," Yun Cheng, "Just because I killed a fox, you're going to leave the sect?"
Pei Yunshu raised his eyes and looked at Yun Cheng. His eyes were so calm. The redness in the corners of his eyes did not soften his indifference, but made him look even more hurtful. "You no longer keep your promise to me."
Yun Cheng clenched his fists expressionlessly. His internal injuries had not yet healed, and it was as if he had been hit in the lungs. His mouth was full of blood, and his eyes were dark and terrifying.
A huge wind suddenly rose up under Pei Yunshu's feet, which pulled Hua Yue off his arms and wrapped him behind Master Ling Qing. Master Ling Qing flicked his sleeves, and his raging anger went towards the dragon and the demon.
The water flow cut off the wind brought by Ling Qing Zhenren. After Pei Yunshu broke free, he went to chase Hua Yue. After dispersing the strong wind around Hua Yue, Zhu You and Baili Ge had already attacked Ling Qing Zhenren.
All three parties were highly skilled in cultivation, and the fight was so fierce that the mountains collapsed and the earth cracked. Pei Yunshu held Huayue and dodged the huge rocks and ancient trees that fell to the ground one by one. In less than a moment, the mansion was reduced to broken walls and ruins.
Ling Qing Zhenren's cultivation was so profound that he gradually felt exhausted under the combined attack of the dragon and the demon. Pei Yunshu couldn't help but hold Hua Yue's hands tightly. He said, "Master, you go back. We will say goodbye now."
"Wishful thinking!" Master Ling Qing's sleeves bulged and his anger surged. The tip of his sword moved faster and faster, entangled with Baili Ge's spear, but could not stop Zhu You's sharp claws.
Zhu Youli's claws were about to pierce Ling Qing Zhenren's chest. Pei Yunshu's breathing stagnated and his heart suddenly stopped. At this moment, a white light flashed before his eyes, and he was hit hard on the back of his neck and lost consciousness.
A green leaf on the ground suddenly grew larger and caught Pei Yunshu who was falling backwards.
The red moon was hidden, dusk had already appeared on the horizon, and in the demon market where there was only darkness and the setting sun, a huge roar suddenly sounded.
Crying thunder streaked across the sky, and the clouds at the edge of the sky condensed into a heavy sword, suddenly pressing down towards the dragon and the demon.
Zhu You and Baili Ge were pressed down by the heavy cloud. Master Ling Qing's face became serious. He turned around and bowed to the back, "Master."
The rosy glow suddenly spread, dyeing the entire sky.
Yun Jing and the others only felt a faint and sticky majesty spreading in this area. The pressure was not heavy, but it made people breathless. They turned around and looked in the direction of Master Ling Qing, and were shocked to the point of standing still.
Yun Wang's appearance has changed. He seems to have grown hundreds of years older in a short period of time. His eyebrows and eyes are cold, his stature has grown taller, and the upturned corners of his eyes are as cold as the frost on the top of a snowy mountain. There is a strong sword spirit around him, and there is no trace of youthfulness in his handsome appearance.
"Hmm." Venerable Wuwang nodded lightly. He tapped his fingertips and a demon-locking tower appeared in front of everyone. His eyes fell on the dragon. Zhu You and Baili Ge, who were struggling under the clouds, were sucked into the tower.
The clouds and mist dissipated, and it floated lightly into the air again.
The green leaves carried Pei Yunshu to his front. Venerable Wuwang lowered his eyes and looked at Pei Yunshu who had fainted, his long eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.
He finally restrained himself and stood still. He looked at Pei Yunshu for a while, then turned to look at Master Ling Qing.
Ling Qing Zhenren said: "Yun Jing, bring your fellow apprentices to see the Grandmaster."
The eldest brother suppressed his surprise, and the three of them straightened their minds and bowed to Venerable Wuwang together.
They had never known that the Shanshui Sect actually had a great master, not to mention that this great master had been their junior fellow apprentice. But the fact was before them, and no matter how unbelievable it was, they had no choice but to accept it.
As soon as they finished the ceremony, the Demon Locking Tower shook violently twice. Venerable Wuwang looked up and pondered for a moment, and the Demon Locking Tower disappeared out of thin air.
His every move was very emotionless, even to his former disciples, he seemed like a stranger.
Yun Cheng said, "Master, what should we do about Junior Brother Yun Shu?"
Upon hearing this, Master Ling Qing said with a sullen face, "Lock him up in the back mountain."
Venerable Wuwang's long eyelashes twitched slightly, but he looked towards the distant glow. His face looked like an immortal under the warm light, and he said nothing.
The third brother was silent for a long time, and then suddenly spoke, "What if the fourth brother still wants to leave after waking up?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became quiet for a moment.
Everyone saw how Pei Yunshu looked just now. He was so well-behaved and obedient before, but now he crushed the wooden sign. Has he made up his mind to be locked up in the back mountain and give up the idea of leaving the sect
Master Ling Qing looked at Pei Yunshu on the green leaves, but suddenly he was in a trance for a moment. The image of Pei Yunshu with red eyes crushing the wooden sign flashed before his eyes.
Yun Shu has grown up since he was a child in the mountains, but today is the first time that he does not listen to Ling Qing Zhenren's words.
The clinginess of the past seemed to be a thing of the past. When Yun Shu was clinging to him, it really disturbed his leisure, but when Yun Shu was about to leave, crushing the master's wooden sign to leave Shanshui Sect, Ling Qing Zhenren only felt mixed emotions and anger.
After a while, he seemed tired and said, "Forget it, doesn't he want to go down the mountain to practice? When he wakes up, let him practice."
The eldest brother remained silent. After hearing what the master said, he said, "Master, with Junior Brother Yunshu's personality, he won't let it go like this."
Ling Qing Zhenren: "Then what should we do?"
His tone had turned cold.
Yun Jing was silent for a longer time this time. When a dead branch fell from an ancient tree beside him, he whispered, "Seal my junior brother's memory."
*
Master Ling Qing was about to enter Pei Yunshu's sea of consciousness, but was stopped by Venerable Wuwang. Venerable Wuwang said with a cold expression, "I'll do it."
He took out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and placed it on Pei Yunshu's forehead, then placed the hand holding the sword on it through the silk handkerchief. Pei Yunshu's face was stained with some dust brought down by the broken walls and ruins, the corners of his eyes were red, his inky brows were furrowed, and he looked extremely uneasy.
Venerable Wuwang lowered his eyes to look at him, his little finger trembled slightly, then he closed his eyes and refused to look at him, and the spiritual power flowed from his palm into Pei Yunshu's sea of consciousness.
Thousands of memories flashed before his eyes one by one. Not knowing what he saw, Venerable Wuwang's hand on Pei Yunshu's forehead trembled violently and almost slipped off the forehead of the person under him.
Pei Yunshu's face became more and more painful, with fine beads of sweat sliding down his temples. He curled up his hands and feet, but his hands inadvertently grabbed the clothes of the person next to him.
When he was grabbed, Venerable Wuwang showed pain on his face. He wanted to pull Pei Yunshu's wrist with his other hand, but when his fingertips were about to touch Pei Yunshu's skin, he stopped suddenly.
It was as if Pei Yunshu was some terrifying beast to him. If he touched him, he would be dragged into the abyss and nothing would be left.
*
Before Pei Yunshu woke up, he heard the clear sound of birds singing beside him.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the clear voice of the little boy outside rang out, "Brother, get up quickly, the master is coming out of retreat today and wants to see the disciples."
Pei Yunshu was stunned for a moment. He put on his clothes and went out. When he opened the door, he saw the little boy standing by the side waiting for him. Pei Yunshu felt like he hadn't woken up yet. He asked, "Who did you say came out?"
"Grandmaster," the little boy said as a matter of course, "Venerable Wuwang, Grandmaster broke through the Spirit Severing Stage yesterday. Many sects came to congratulate him today. Brother, quickly get yourself ready so that you can rush to the main hall."
Pei Yunshu closed the door and stood there with a dazed look in his eyes.
Is there another grandmaster in the sect
He pinched himself hard as if in a dream. His arm turned red and the pain came. Then Pei Yunshu realized that this was not a dream.
When he turned around, he found a set of neatly folded clothes placed on the bedside. He looked down and found that the clothes were no different from the ones he was wearing. They were both Taoist robes worn by the disciples of Shanshui Sect.
Pei Yunshu took a look at the clothes and did not change them. Instead, he walked to the table and sat down.
There was still water in the pot, so Pei Yunshu poured himself a cup. The water must have been left for too long and had lost its temperature, now icy cold.
He drank it all in one gulp, and the cold water slid down his throat. The sunlight from the window fell on the table, making the room bright and clear. Pei Yunshu blinked, but felt as if he had eaten a sour fruit, sour from the inside out.