The noisy scene quieted down in an instant.
Mu Kui's pupils shrank, and there were obvious veins on his forehead.
Xie Zhiwei took a breath, and wanted to stand up straight in front of so many people, but the cramping pain in the atrium forced him to bend over.
Chu Zhi supported his shoulders with both hands, and asked nervously: "Senior brother, what's wrong with you, did Chi Yan hurt you?"
The crowd gathered quickly, and Xie Zhiwei was surrounded in the center.
This was probably the most watched moment in his life, and he should have maintained a better posture.
But after he shook his head to Chu Zhi, he no longer had the strength to support himself, and slowly collapsed to the ground with his back against the broken wall.
There were figures all around him, and he felt a little dazzled.
A young man in white squeezed in from the crowd, he slammed into those who stood in the way, and many fell to the side.
The impenetrable human wall forcibly opened a gap.
Xie Zhiwei heard the exclamation of those who fell, and was so sleepy that he didn't even have the strength to look up.
Someone gently lifted him up and leaned against a place that was obviously softer than the stone wall, and he could hear the beating heartbeat.
Xie Zhiwei tilted his head: "Little brother?"
The man tremblingly said: "Master, it's... a disciple."
Xie Zhi opened his eyes with little effort, and the overlapping lines in front of his eyes finally became clearer.
Mu Ku's face was close at hand, his eyes were red, and there was blood on his mouth.
He broke through his forbidden spell with his own strength.
Xie Zhiwei sighed: "It's not that I didn't call...you come here, why didn't you listen to... as a teacher, in case..."
He spoke intermittently, and his body was still trembling slightly. Although his face was still peaceful, the unconscious twitch between his brows could tell that he was in pain.
Mu Kuu didn't care about talking to him about insignificant things, so he directly wiped the black blood stains at the corner of his mouth with his clothes sleeve, and asked in a soft tone as much as possible: "Master, what's wrong?"
Chu Zhi was pushed aside by Mu Yu just now, and now he came back with a grim expression, and grabbed him: "What do you have to do with my Taoist sect, let him go."
"Do not touch me!"
Mu Kui let out an angry shout suddenly, and raised his head, the coldness in his eyes seemed to freeze the whole cliff.
He made no secret of it, that was his true emotion.
Chu Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and then taunted: "This is your true face, finally you can't pretend anymore? Let go, stay away from the second senior brother!"
"Yeah, he is Zhiwei's disciple after all, and Zhiwei hasn't expressed his opinion, so you can just say a few words."
Yan Zhifei finally squeezed out of the crowd, followed by Xia Zhiqi and Du Sheng.
Du Sheng looked at the blood on the corner of Xie Zhiwei's mouth that had not been wiped dry, and said, "Amitabha, Master Xie doesn't seem to be injured."
Xia Zhiqi pressed her finger on Xie Zhiwei's wrist, her expression changed, she raised her head and said, "Second senior brother is poisoned."
There was an uproar among the crowd.
Yan Zhifei took a step forward, bowed his head and asked Xie Zhiwei: "When did you get poisoned? You... don't you have black lotus and white lotus, why don't you help yourself?"
The corner of Xie Zhiwei's mouth twitched upwards, and he shook his head with great effort.
Du Sheng sighed: "The poison doesn't seem to happen overnight, it should have been dormant in Master Xie's body for a long time, so he couldn't find it in time. If Master Xie didn't push Qingping sword into the red lotus to fight hard today, maybe the poison will not be released. It will be so fast."
Mu Yu's eyes lit up immediately: "There is Bai Lian who can save Master."
Du Sheng sighed again, and continued: "The poison has penetrated into the veins of the heart, if Master Xie doesn't save us first, but saves his spiritual power and tries his best to save himself... maybe there is still room."
In fact, when he said that, Mu Yu had already tried Bai Lian.
But as Watson said.
He had already wasted a lot of energy to help Xie Zhiwei save someone, but just now he spared no effort to break through the forbidden spell, so now he can only barely move the white lotus.
Not to mention that Xie Zhiwei's poison was so violent that it was...
The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry.
Mu Yu became flustered, desperately using his spiritual power to summon Bai Lian, and finally Bai Lian slowly surged with a slight wave of air, but it had no effect on Xie Zhiwei.
Xie Zhiwei's lips moved: "If you do this, it will only make the teacher's death more painful."
"No!" Mu Yu's eyes were bloodshot, he couldn't accept that word from Xie Zhiwei's mouth, "Master, why are you so stupid! You tried everything to save others, but how they treated you, you are not worth it! "
Someone muttered in dissatisfaction: "What are you talking about? I'll try my best to help Daoist Xie defeat the Demon Sect, isn't it enough?"
A stern look flashed across Mu Yu's face, but he couldn't do anything right now.
He almost gritted his teeth to bleed.
Chu Zhi sneered: "Are you helping my second senior brother repel the demon sect, or did the second senior brother become like this to save you guys? Why can't he even speak for such a big man?"
He was always smiling, but now he spoke harshly, which made people who knew him feel strange.
Fangcai's voice dropped significantly: "This is something that happened to your Daozong. Naturally, it should be resolved by the Daozong. Isn't it a help for me to wait?"
Xia Zhiqi's expression also turned cold: "Shut up!"
Chu Zhi just stood there and didn't move, just waved his hand, and a person flew out not far away, and fell heavily to the ground.
The man got up in embarrassment, furious. But many eyes fell on him, among them there were quite a few contempt.
His face turned pale and white for a while, and he hid in a corner in a desperate manner.
Chu Zhi was just about to teach him a lesson, but Xie Zhiwei coughed suddenly, and the blood he coughed up became darker every time, staining Mu Yu's white clothes mottled.
"Senior brother!" "Second senior uncle!" "Thank you, Master!"
Xie Zhiwei couldn't hear many names clearly. He put his hands on his heart, his knuckles turned white, and his nails almost scratched the skirt of his clothes.
Mu Yu frantically held down his hand, but suddenly found that Xie Zhiwei's heartbeat became weaker.
It seemed that after a long distance, it reached his palm.
Only then did he understand why the sound of his heartbeat was so distant when he leaned against Xie Zhiwei's arms when he was feeling unwell.
He thought it was an illusion caused by thinking too much, but he didn't expect Xie Zhiwei to be poisoned.
if…
if…
Mu Yu lost the ability to think, and he got up in a panic, and began to speak indiscriminately: "Uncle Master, Master Dusheng, please save Master, please..."
His only answer was a helpless sigh.
This was the first time he hugged Xie Zhiwei's body as he wished, but he watched his life go by as if he was waiting to die.
This was also the first time he asked for help when he knew it was futile.
A trembling hand covered his mouth.
It was cold.
Mu Yu's pleading words stuck in his throat, and he cupped his hand instinctively, trying to warm it up.
He glanced at the people around him, but he was at a loss.
Some of these faces are regretful, sympathetic, sad, and indifferent.
But none of them opened their mouths, and none of them stood up and said, "I can save him."
Xie Zhiwei opened his eyes forcibly, and tried his best to speak: "The black lotus and the white lotus have been destroyed...in my consciousness, so after my death...they will not be stripped out, and I hope this...to stop the struggle in the world."
Since the surrounding area was very quiet, everyone heard his words.
It was quieter for a while.
If what he said is true, then two of the five treasures have been lost, and there is no way to get them all together. Legends that have been passed down through the ages will remain legends forever.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, many hesitated to speak, as if they didn't believe that Xie Zhiwei would have the heart to do so.
Mu Yu was startled: "Master, why did you..."
Xie Zhiwei grabbed his wrist with his bloodstained hand, and he stopped talking immediately, but his eyes were still shocked.
Du Sheng came back to his senses, and continued to move the Buddhist beads in his hand, "Amitabha, thank you, Master, for your heart."
Yan Zhifei squatted down, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and finally retracted it.
"Zhiwei, why are you doing this..."
Xie Zhiwei forced a smile on his face: "Brother, no one dies...I want to do something that I think is...meaningful, apprentice...here's to you..."
Mu Yu didn't understand what "this" he said. When the sound of Qingping's sword falling to the ground, he finally trembled uncontrollably: "Master..."
"Draw your sword."
At this time, as long as Xie Zhiwei ordered, Mu Kui would do his best to fulfill it. Although he didn't have much spiritual power, he still tried his best to draw the sword out of its sheath.
Only three inches out of the sheath is enough for everyone present to see.
Yan Zhifei understood, nodded and said: "Okay, he is enough to inherit your mantle, and you left him this Qingping Sword."
What the words "for him" meant, Mu Yu couldn't be more clear, he loosened his hand immediately, and the Qingping sword slipped down.
"This is Master's property, Master wants to make it famous all over the world, I..."
Xie Zhiwei resolutely said: "Take it... want... I will die... rest in peace..."
"pick up."
At some point, Chu Zhi appeared next to Yan Zhifei, "Although I don't like you very much, this is the second senior brother's wish, and you must listen."
Mu Yu didn't know who was talking anymore, he picked up Qingping Sword dumbly, and the other hand holding Xie Zhiwei tightened involuntarily.
"Junior...brother, eat my fish... you should help me...cough..." Xie Zhiwei coughed up a few mouthfuls of black blood again, and his cheeks were slightly reddish, but he didn't even bother to take a breath, and went directly to the said, "Buried under that willow tree..."
Chu Zhi closed his eyes, endured the soreness in his throat and said, "Okay, I, I will listen to senior brother."
Back then, they only cared about trivial grievances, how could they have expected that the small gathering under the willow tree would be the only time in this life.
But Xie Zhiwei only left the matter behind him to Chu Zhishi.
After the war, everything was calm. Because there is no flow of air waves, the clouds in the sky are condensed and thicker.
Yiyiya was under the shadows, as if isolated from the world.
Mu Yu asked in a daze: "Master, where is the disciple?"
Chu Zhi suddenly realized that something was wrong, and suddenly pulled up Xie Zhiwei's sleeve, "Second senior brother made such an arrangement, could it be that you have been aware that you have been poisoned a long time ago? Tell me who it is!"
When he called out, suspicious clues were pulled out, and there was a small whisper around him.
Mu Kuu seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and his eyes regained some brilliance. He also didn't have time to think about why Xie Zhiwei kept holding back, he just thought that if he seized the time to ask something from Xie Zhiwei, there must be time to save him.
However, Xie Zhiwei had already tried her best to get close to his ear.
Mu Yu held his breath and concentrated, almost using all his strength on his ears.
"The dog... the bowl... saw the shrimp shells... you must not eat it... don't do it again... you have to..."
It was the shrimp stuffed into Mu Yu's mouth the day before yesterday. Mu Yu quietly threw it to the "dog", but Xie Zhiwei discovered it.
But what he said at this juncture is really inexplicable.
Mu Yu ignored the embarrassment and hurriedly said, "Okay, master, tell me who it is."
Then, he heard four unreadable syllables: "Revenge for me..."
Mu Yu quickly nodded, and was about to wait for him to continue, when suddenly his shoulders sank.
Immediately afterwards, there were exclamations from the surroundings, mixed with some sobbing.
Mu Yu lowered his head in astonishment, Xie Zhiwei quietly leaned against his arms, his voice was gone.
He called in disbelief: "Master?"
The call was almost drowned out by the growing noise around him.
The disciples of Taoist sect around them knelt on the ground, Chu Zhi shouted "Second Senior Brother" loudly, a man who usually prides himself on his indomitable spirit was sobbing uncontrollably.
Yan Zhifei stood up and worshiped, and the others followed suit.
The first drop of rain finally fell in the dark world.
It just happened to drip on Xie Zhiwei's closed eyes, but he didn't even move his eyelashes.
Mu Kuu wiped away the drop of rainwater with his hand, and the skin touched by his fingertips was colder than the rainwater.
Mu Yu gently wiped the semi-solidified black blood on Xie Zhiwei's face with his sleeve, and repeated: "Master."
The rain came quickly, although it was not very heavy, it covered the smoke and dust in an instant.
Real Bixu, Xie Zhiwei, has always been aloof from the world, cautious and cautious. But in such a heroic way, he wrote the final chapter for his life.
Kyushu King appeared in front of the crowd at some point and said, "It's raining."
At this moment, no one pays attention to him, not even a glance at him.
He looked at the sky, then at the wood-like Mu Ku who was hugging Xie Zhiwei tightly, and murmured to himself: "It's really raining."
"Yes, it's raining."
Someone really answered his words, but when he saw it, it was Mu Gan with dull eyes.
After Mu Yu finished speaking, he bowed his head and said softly to the person in his arms, "Master, let's go back to Suihan to take shelter, and the dog is still waiting."
King Jiuzhou frowned, walked towards him, and asked, "My lord, are you okay?"
Mu He turned a deaf ear, hugged Xie Zhiwei in one hand, and wanted to stand up with Qingping sword in the other.
Seeing that Bai Jian came over, he seemed to be very concerned and said, "Senior nephew Mu Yu, what did the second senior brother tell you before he died?"
This is the key that everyone wants to know, the crying gradually weakened, and almost everyone's eyes fell on Mu Qian.
Mu Xi didn't seem to notice, he only looked up at the blood-stained Qingping sword, then lowered his head and smiled at Xie Zhiwei's corpse, "Look, the Qingping sword is dirty, this disciple must clean it carefully for Master. "
Chu Zhi wiped his eyes: "Hey, you..."
Before Mu Ku could stand up, something suddenly fell from his wrist.
He glanced at it inadvertently, and his trance eyes gathered light at that moment, as if he was suddenly awakened by that object.
He seemed to be frightened and fell to the ground, then quickly covered his eyes with one hand.
Everyone was also taken aback by his actions, wondering what it was.
This object is so small that people can only see it clearly when they get close.
It is a wicker that quickly fades and withers.
Just when they looked at each other, Mu Ku suddenly laughed again. Then I saw two big tears flowing out from under the hand covering his eyes.
As if he didn't want to be seen, he turned his back very quickly, trying to bury his face on Xie Zhiwei's shoulder.
A piece of icy rain hit the icy corpse, the feeling was real and deep-rooted.
The corner of his mouth twitched again, as if laughing, but this time it was a mournful sob.
He lowered his hands as if giving up on himself, and his sobbing turned into bitter crying at this moment.
Xie Zhiwei's face was as pale as paper, and his hair was smudged by the rain, making it dull.
In front of everyone, Mu Yu burst into tears, so desperate that he seemed to have lost the whole world.
Since his rebirth, no matter whether he met his enemies or relatives, he has never collapsed to the point of losing his composure like now.
The sky was dark and blurry, and for a few moments he couldn't even remember who was in his arms. He only knew that this person would never smile at him again, or get up in the middle of the night to cover him with a quilt.
He grabbed the wicker and the muddy water, and with the other hand, he tightly grasped Xie Zhiwei's wrist, with a bewildered expression on his face.
The wicker has lost its spiritual power, it is dry and easy to break, and can no longer be tied up.
That person can't... never wake up again.
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