Enemy Road is narrow.
Come sooner or later, but at this time...
Xie Zhiwei glanced at Mu Yu, and Mu Yu looked back with a happy face, obviously he was the center of the conflict, but he looked like an outsider.
Chu Zhi acted resolutely, and before Xie Zhiwei could say anything, he walked over quickly: "Second Senior Brother, sit down and rest for a while."
Of course Xie Zhiwei didn't listen to him, and didn't move a single step: "Don't be impulsive."
"I'm impulsive?" Chu Zhi suddenly became angry, and raised his voice, "If I had been impulsive, I would have been bumped to death in prison, and how could I let this bastard bully me like this? I'm afraid that seeing him can't help it." It's embarrassing for you to do it, but he just wandered over, and I can't help it!"
He is a big man, the majestic Qianyang city lord, he was arrested twice, the first time his arm was broken, and the second time he almost lost his life. No matter how broad-minded he is, he can't bear it. This is not a festival of few words at all.
Chu knew that his arm hadn't grown well yet, but he couldn't wait any longer, so he directly summoned the Polei Sword in his hand. Po Lei is an epee, and it weighs heavily on the hand.
Xie Zhiwei worried: "Little brother, your arm!"
Xie Zhiwei's sleeve was pulled suddenly, and Mu Yu said softly: "Master, let's go, this disciple still wants to tell you about the patron."
Chu Zhi's complexion became even more ugly.
Tell him not to appear in front of him, and he obeys orders to leave, that is submissive. Chu Zhi was in a posture of provoking a teacher to inquire about the crime, but Mu Kui wanted to leave on his own, which was clearly defiant.
Zen Buddhism is quiet and peaceful after nightfall, and this movement has already attracted Yan Zhifei and Du Sheng, two highly trained people. Yan Zhifei understood the situation as soon as he saw the situation, and when he landed, he directly stood in front of Chu Zhishi: "Zhiye, calm down."
Chu Zhi was unmoved: "Eldest brother, I can't swallow this breath. Don't stop me today." He passed Yan Zhifei and said to Mu He, "Don't you kid, you are a man. Just come out and fight with real swords and guns."
Yan Zhifei said in a deep voice, "He has three lotuses, black, white and red, what do you use to hit him?"
Du Sheng regretted Xie Zhiwei's death for a long time, but recently heard the anecdote that he was resurrected by ascension, but he still didn't quite believe it. Until today, seeing him in person, and knowing that when Chi Yan attacked, the masked man who helped him was also Xie Zhiwei, so I couldn't help admiring him even more. At this time, seeing him in a dilemma, he came over to smooth things over: "Your Majesty has not been to Zen for a long time, and it is because of fate that I met a few seniors when I came here today. I think I haven't finished talking about the past at this time, so please feel free. I don't want to disturb you." .”
This cleverly obscured Mu Ku's intention of coming, and downplayed the connection between him and Xie Zhiwei. Du Sheng didn't leave after finishing speaking, he just stood there, Chu knew it was because of his face, it was not easy to show his teeth and claws.
Xie Zhiwei was secretly grateful, pulled Mu Yu with his backhand, and whispered: "Go, I will apologize to your little uncle."
More and more people came around, Tantai Meng and Xia Zhiqi stood among a large group of Taoist disciples, watching with expressionless faces. Under the watchful eyes of everyone, if Mu Kui apologized, it would definitely satisfy the face of knowing it.
It's just that he, the prince's son, will probably lose his face.
But Xie Zhiwei felt that it was nothing, a mistake was a mistake, and Mu Xi was at fault for this matter. What's the point of apologizing to someone? When two people bump into each other on the walk, they still have to say "I'm sorry."
After a long time, Mu Yu finally opened his mouth: "Master."
Xie Zhiwei urged: "Go quickly."
Mu Yu also said in a low voice: "The disciple can go and make amends, but the master has to promise the disciple one thing."
Xie Zhiwei became alert: "What's the matter?"
Mu Yu raised the corner of his mouth: "The disciple hasn't made up his mind yet, so the master agrees first."
Xie Zhiwei refused straight away: "No, if I don't want to do what you proposed, wouldn't it be a dilemma?"
Mu Xi pondered and said: "Then... if the master is really unwilling at that time, the disciple will change it later."
"Okay, that's it, let's go."
Under the various gazes, the whispering between his master and his apprentice seemed particularly rude. Xie Zhiwei is fine, looking left and right is still concerned about face, Mu Gan acts like no one else, only sees his master.
Chu knew that the hand that broke the thunder sword was trembling, and he didn't know whether it was unable to hold it or he was angry. Tantai Meng looked away and looked away, Yan Zhifei frowned, just about to say something, Mu Yu nodded and smiled at Xie Zhiwei, and then walked slowly to Chu Zhishi.
Chu Zhi stared at him warily, holding the Polei Sword in front of him.
As soon as Xie Zhiwei saw the cold light on the sword pointing at Mu Gan, he couldn't help but follow.
The surroundings were surprisingly quiet. On the one hand, Yan Zhifei and Du Sheng were a little serious, and the others did not dare to say anything. On the other hand, they felt that Chu Zhi was at war with Mu Yu. How could Mu Yu be so innocent, how could it be possible for someone to admit his mistake
Mu Yu didn't even look at Chu and knew it was the sword in his hand, he lifted his robe lightly, bowed his body and said, "Little Martial Uncle, I have offended you so much earlier, I will apologize to my Junior Martial Uncle."
Mu Qian's methods are vicious, but his image is excellent. It has been emphatically described in the original book that his charisma is not only useful to women. He also has a way of winning people's hearts. No matter what he says or does, he is inexplicably convincing. This is his aura as the protagonist.
At this time, his expression was sincere and his attitude was modest, which made people unable to connect with that cruel gesture, and even felt that he was wronged for being so humble.
Xie Zhiwei stood aside, not seeing Chu Zhi was speaking for a long time, but the Polei Sword suddenly trembled slightly. Xie Zhiwei took a step forward: "Is my junior brother struggling? How about putting down the sword?"
Mu Yu obeyed Xie Zhiwei's orders, and was already a little impatient, so he couldn't help but straighten up a little.
And Chu Zhi just looked at his hand holding the sword in surprise, and soon, that surprise turned into panic. He tremblingly said: "I, my arm, I can't control it..."
Halfway through his speech, Mu Yu felt an inexplicable spiritual power, which did not belong to Chu Zhishi, nor did it belong to anyone present at the moment—but it came from Chu Zhishi's broken arm.
Xie Zhiwei also came to his senses later, he was about to step forward to check, but suddenly fell to the side.
At this moment, the sound of the explosion was deafening, covering the exclamation and screams that erupted around. Xie Zhiwei's ears were buzzing as the huge corridor seemed to shake the ground. One after another, the sound of explosions reverberated from far to near, and then from near to far.
It took a while for Xie Zhiwei to get up from the ground. There was a fishy smell in his throat, and his mouth was wet. He subconsciously wiped it with his hand and found it was blood.
The figures around were running around, Du Sheng's face was pale, and he was shouting something. Tantai Meng collapsed on the corridor, while Tan Daoyao was covering her body, her back was scorched, and her body was covered in blood.
Xie Zhiwei looked blankly at the direction where Chu Zhishi and Mu Yu were standing, his face full of disbelief.
Chu knew that the arm was completely gone, and his shoulder was covered in blood and flesh. He was lying there motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Yan Zhifei ran over anxiously, and said to Xie Zhiwei: "Zhiwei, this place is dangerous, you should find a place to avoid it first." He didn't have time to explain much, so he called a few disciples to carry Chu Zhiwei.
Xie Zhiwei murmured: "What the hell... What kind of broken plot?"
He was talking well, why all kinds of explosions suddenly happened? Still blowing up so viciously
Zen Buddhism turned into a sea of flames in the blink of an eye, and most of the 100% new buildings in the back mountain were burned. But these are incomparable to human life. The deaths and injuries of Zen and Taoist disciples seem to be shrouded in bitter wind and rain.
Confused, Xie Zhiwei suddenly remembered that the inexplicable spiritual force had attacked him just now, and it was clearly Mu Yu who pushed him away and blocked the fatal blow for him.
What about Muku
He was standing in the middle of the explosion point!
Everyone else was running out, but Xie Zhiwei went against them and rushed straight into the flames. Holding the Qingping sword in one hand, he blocked the strange spiritual power and flames scattered in all directions, fiddled with it twice, and finally found a touch of white clothes in the flames.
Mu Ku was surrounded by soaring flames, his front was covered with blood, and there was still a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. The white lotus and black lotus kept opening and closing behind him, the light was weak, and the petals of the red lotus trembled, unable to unfold.
These few treasures were not very integrated in him, and they were all maintained by Xie Zhiweidu's spiritual power. It has been some time since the last time he crossed his spiritual power, and he suffered another huge blow, and Mu Ku was already seriously injured.
Xie Zhiwei called out to him loudly, and took the Qingping sword to push aside the flames. Mu Yu immediately found his way and walked towards him staggeringly.
"Master." He took Xie Zhiwei's hand, looked up and down, and finally his eyes fell on Xie Zhiwei's mouth, "Are you injured?"
"I didn't have time to be wary of being shocked twice. It's okay, let's go first." Xie Zhiwei didn't have time to mumble, so he pulled him outside and asked him, "Why did this happen?"
Mu Yu, who is the hero, shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "The disciple doesn't know either."
Fuck, the hero said he didn't know
It's a big joke, places like Zen Buddhism have been tampered with, Du Sheng looked at a loss, there might be an extremely dangerous hidden boss, and the hero has no clue. The difficulty of this plot is too bad!
The explosion was still going on, Xie Zhiwei had no time to think about it: "Let's go, find a place to spend some spiritual energy for you."
The male protagonist is in this state now, with low spiritual power and injuries, he is simply being hanged and beaten. If there is a black hand behind the scenes, wouldn't it be...
Xie Zhiwei was worrying about this, when suddenly another blaze rushed towards him. He hurriedly grabbed Mu Yu and hid aside, cracks appeared on the whole road. He turned around and left. Since the back mountain is full of minefields, he should go forward.
After passing the crumbling layers of buildings on the back mountain, you can see the Daxiong Palace standing quietly in front of the mountain from a distance.
The entire Jinguang Zen sect is bounded by the mountain ridge, which is half dangerous and half safe. All those who escaped took refuge in the Daxiong Palace ahead. All the residences were burned down, there was nothing to be nervous about, and Du Sheng's face softened a little. But the death of several monks still made him lament.
Tantai Meng followed up with Tan Daoyao, who was dying, her face was covered with dust, but her body was intact. She gently placed Tan Daoyao on the steps, and covered the blood hole on his back with her hands, but the gushing blood couldn't be blocked at all. Xia Zhiqi shook her head at the side and said something to her, but she just looked at Tan Daoyao dumbly, wondering if she listened.
Xie Zhiwei supported Mu Kui and wanted to go to the Grand Hall, but Mu Ku suddenly looked serious: "Master, that's not right."
Xie Zhiwei was taken aback: "What's wrong?"
After he finished speaking, he also felt strange. First, the back mountain was bombarded indiscriminately, killing people to the point of losing their mobility, and then flocked to the front mountain like headless chickens. Why do you feel like driving a duck into the water
In the Daxiong Palace, it seemed that something was waiting.
Xie Zhiwei hung in his heart, nodded and said, "Let's leave Zen quickly."
He picked up the Qingping Sword, and before he got up to offer sacrifices, suddenly a question came from behind: "Wang Er, where are you going?"