At this moment, he was covered in dirt, and his clothes were worn out with many holes. He was thrown in front of the grave indiscriminately, and he couldn't be more embarrassed.
Qiu Chongyun couldn't bear it, leaned over and whispered: "It's really not easy for you. You still insist on hiding the truth for me. If it was for me instead of that sister, I would be very touched." She wiped her face as she spoke. Wiping my eyes, I don't know if it's true or fake.
However, Xie Zhiwei didn't feel any fluctuations in his heart, and he didn't even want to laugh.
Maybe it's because the dialogue is extremely disappointing, and Yan Zhifei, who has always been partial to him, doesn't even want to act now. Going straight to the grave, he said to the stone tablet under Mu Yu's hand, "Zhiwei, after four years, I, Daozong, can finally give you justice. I believe that Nephew Mu Yu will not let you down."
"Thank you, Master Master." Mu Yu was still stroking those three words, with a soft tone that was almost dreamy, "Master, he won't."
Under such circumstances, Xie Zhiwei still tried to minimize his already pitifully low presence, but he still couldn't help but slander Mu Yu for being too focused on the words on the stele, so that he lost sight of his words.
He raised his head and couldn't help but look over, just in time Mu He said again: "The disciple came here for Master's last wish."
Yan Zhifei said, "Last wish?"
Mu Yu twitched the corner of his mouth, stopped stroking the inscription, lowered his hand like in slow motion, and then took a step back. During this process, he kept staring at the stone tablet obsessively, as if he could see something through the stone tablet.
There was a deeper arc at the corner of his mouth, but it didn't look like a smile.
It was full of bitterness.
He whispered: "Disciple really... don't want to worship you anymore, but..."
What do you mean? Don't want to worship
It's been four years, and this is the first thing I said when I saw "him"? ?
Xie Zhiwei was stunned for a long time, although he felt uncomfortable, he could figure it out. That's right, who is still caring for poor relatives once they are prosperous. In the past, Xie Zhiwei was able to shield the male lead from wind and rain, but now? Obviously he is a hard-working dead ghost Taoist priest, but secretly... Hehe, on the one hand, he can't teach the hero to practice, and on the other hand, he can't contribute to the hero's future.
If you don't want to worship, don't worship.
But what is the hero's "but"
Mu Ku didn't say any more, he lifted his robe and knelt down in front of the stele reflected by the setting sun.
Although a continuous autumn rain has just fallen, the surrounding vegetation is shiny. But there was still a little dust on the white clothes. He was such an elegant person, he didn't even frown, and he just bent down deeply.
Xie Zhiwei is so familiar with this action, he is still wondering, with the hero's current status and ability, it doesn't matter if he doesn't want to worship, why bother to pretend.
Chu Zhi pursed his lips and said, "Appreciation ceremony, this kid is pretty good at it."
Daozong's apprentice ceremony is not cumbersome, just raise your hands to the center of your eyebrows, form the Tai Chi seal, and do three deep obeisances. But the only requirement is that the demeanor must be respectful, the movements must be standard, and when kowtowing, the forehead must be lowered to the knee.
After the visit to Tiancheng that year, with Mu Xi's heart, I'm afraid he never paid such careful visits to his father, the King of Kyushu.
Xie Zhiwei is flattered that the baby daddy is closer than his own dad.
But soon, he was frightened, and he found that Mu Yu's expression was a little subtle. He felt that Mu Yu was reluctantly kneeling at this time, and the expression on his face would at least be a little stiff or unwilling.
Unexpectedly, Mu Xi closed his eyes, with a pious and sincere expression, like a believer worshiping his own god. When he finished praying and opened his eyes, there was even a moment of fanaticism in those eyes that were like dots of ink.
He got up, looked at the stele steadily, and put it on it again, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Master, I'm sorry, this disciple really...can't wait."
Xie Zhiwei felt that he was a dog. It seems that in addition to obsessive-compulsive disorder, the hero has also highlighted the attribute of calligraphy madness...
Tsk tsk, no wonder he worships himself, no wonder his expression is so... indescribable, those eyes are staring straight at the words on the monument! It's a pity that I am a "dead person" at this moment. Otherwise, if I give him the stele, it will save him from thinking about him day and night in the future, ah no, his grave.
Chu Zhi said: "Boy, you also met the second senior brother, and I let you worship. Next, you should let these two people explain to the second senior brother, right?"
Mu Ku turned his back to him and nodded: "That's right, it's time to explain, Aunt Yun."
"Okay leave it to me, nephew, don't worry." Qiu Chongyun replied with a smile, walked up to Yan Zhifei and the others, and made a gesture of respect: "Everyone, follow me to Danding Let's take a trip to the city, the poison on Daoist Xie's body, account transactions and so on, just ask me."
Chu Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Ask you?" He glanced at Mu Yu and sneered, "It seems that he wants to drive us away, Mu Yu, what's your plan?"
"Of course it is an explanation to Master."
Yan Zhifei frowned: "Nephew Mu Yu, even if Junior Brother Bai deserves what he deserves, he is also a city lord of the Taoist sect and should be dealt with by the Taoist sect. It is inappropriate for you to use lynching. Besides, at this moment, only your family's words cannot prove... "
There was a loud "Boom—" as if swept by a gust of wind, the brilliance of the Qingping sword rose all over the sky, and it was actually a barrier that descended out of thin air. Xie Zhiwei raised his head in astonishment, and found that there were only a few people left in the barrier.
Mu He, he, Bai Jian, and four or five soldiers from the Demon Sect.
Xie Zhiwei's eyelids twitched, and his whole heart sank.
He fell down next to the stone monument piled up with grass. The temperature in early autumn was suitable for cold and hot, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The surroundings are hazy, the outside cannot see the inside, and the inside cannot see the outside.
Not even the slightest wind can blow in, the male lead is determined to...
"Let's do it." Mu Ku said.
The sound of "swish" came one after another, it was the sound of scraping metal, Xie Zhiwei could guess without looking, it was Mu Kui who ordered the soldiers of the demon sect to pull out their sharp blades.
Is this going to chop me and Bai Jian into hob meat, or into minced meat
But having said that, after waiting for four years to catch the enemy, the male protagonist only handed over to a few small soldiers and young generals, isn't it too dishonest
Xie Zhiwei opened his eyes and mustered up the courage to look, but the eyeballs were about to fall out.
I saw a few soldiers walking to his grave in a small group, forming a circle. They were holding metal utensils, but they were tools such as hoes, shovels, and shovels. They were obviously not used to kill people... but to dig graves.
The cold sweat on Xie Zhiwei's head became thicker.
He silently questioned Mu Yu with his eyes: What do you mean, kid? What else do you want to give you all your wealth as a teacher? Do you still have to dig a grave to see if you have hidden something after you die
Mu Xi seemed to have sensed something, turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Don't worry, you will be next."
After all, without waiting for Xie Zhiweipin to express the meaning in the words. He turned around, approached Bai Jian step by step, and said condescendingly: "Uncle Bai, don't come here without any problems."
I don't know what Mu Yu did, but Bai Jian's mind was sober for such a long time, he stared at Mu Yu's face firmly: "You bastard, you killed Yu'er, what are you going to do! "
Out of anger, he actually overcame his fear and guilty conscience, which made Xie Zhiwei, who felt fear belatedly, feel admiration.
Mu Yu stood there calmly, letting him roar, and after a while he suddenly asked, "Bai Yu died, are you sad? You don't want him to die, right?"
This question is inexplicable, it's like nonsense, but his expression is so serious, it makes Bai Jian stunned for a while.
There was a bit of sadness in Mu Yu's eyes: "You regard Bai Yu as your hope, you want him to revive his family reputation, you want to see him be so powerful in the cultivation world, and now he is destroyed, do you have no interest in living and really want to die? "
Bai Jian saw the reaction, and said angrily: "What are you talking about!"
Mu Yu bent down, his posture was extraordinary, as if a god was saving all living beings. He said lightly: "In the past four years, I have also been like this..."
Xie Zhiwei could hardly believe his ears, is the hero crazy
Prosperity and wealth, rich clothes and good food, how many people can't ask for it, the male lead said he wanted to die? ? ? What is wrong with young people playing, do they have to learn non-mainstream and play decadently
Although Bai Jianzhuo was not on the same channel as Xie Zhiwei, he was no less shocked than Xie Zhiwei. His eyes widened and he was about to say something, but a mouthful of blood gushed out when he opened his mouth.
His eyes widened, and when he looked down, there was a dagger stuck near his chest, and the other end of the dagger was pinched in Mu He's hand.
Those fingers were fair and slender, and they were also stained with dirty blood. The blood trickled down his wrist, wet his clothes and cuffs, like a white lotus submerged in a sea of blood.
There was no trace of the cruelty and viciousness that should have been seen in a murder on Mu Ku's face, and his expression was still so sad.
He raised his head slightly, facing the direction of the tombstone, and murmured: "Master, I have offended... If the master thinks that the disciple has done too much, just reprimand the disciple... a few words." In the cry, he twisted the dagger in his hand.
Xie Zhiwei felt that he was really crazy, as if he was still hopeless.
Let me ask, who has the ability to save such a powerful madman
After Bai Jian screamed, his eyes were a little dull, as if he had accepted his fate. This is the instinctive reaction of ordinary people when facing death. Mu Yu pulled out the dagger, and a large almost transparent hole appeared in his chest. Because it was close to the atrium, Xie Zhiwei could even see a beating heart inside.
A little expression finally appeared on Mu Yu's face: "Does it hurt?"
He was smiling, just like the innocent way he had been four years ago when facing others. She looked more like a fairy born out of dust, but her hands were unnaturally covered with blood.
Seeing that he was in a trance, Bai nodded subconsciously.
Mu Yu smiled deeply: "Don't worry, it's not painful." As he said that, just like before, another blood hole was twisted on the other side of the heart.
Xie Zhiwei watched and listened in fear, imagining what it would be like when these movements fell on him, and the cold sweat fell like rain.