The two returned to Lanxi Town first. Song Chungui's faction and Li Zhiqing's faction were confronting each other, but Li Zhiqing was very cunning and didn't show up from the beginning to the end, most likely hiding in Yunxi. In this way, even if everyone knows that he did it, he can find a far-fetched excuse and push it all on the head of the Red Ghost King, and most people dare not question him, because he will become the head of Wuliang Sect .
He was afraid of Jie Bian and the other two.
As soon as Xie Bian and Fan Wuxi came back, the Li family retreated. They took Song Chungui out of the city and temporarily settled in a farmyard.
It's easy to go to Yunxi and kill Li Zhiqing, but Song Chungui is like this, if Li Zhiqing dies, the Wuliang Sect will be in chaos. There are tens of thousands of monks living here, so the situation must be stabilized first, otherwise the people around will suffer.
Xie Bian intends to deal with Li Zhiqing in the end.
"How is Master Song's injury?" Xie Bian stood by the bed, looked at Song Chungui, who was as white as paper, and at the dignified Chunyang Sect elder, and asked worriedly.
Song Chungui's injury has been treated to the greatest extent, but after all, he was dug out, and even some of his internal organs were taken out by Jiang Qulian's ghost claws. It is not easy to save his life.
"Life is fine, it's just..." the elder withdrew his hand to feel the pulse, shook his head and sighed.
For a cultivator, especially a cultivator with high talents who have reached the master level at a young age, losing the golden core is fatal.
If Song Chungui wakes up, how will he face the cruel fact that his life's hard work has been wiped out
Xie Bian sighed: "Realist Song is not safe here, Li Zhiqing must cut the grass and root out, why not send him to the Yueyue Pavilion temporarily, he and Mr. Lan are on good terms, they can heal their injuries together, and the Yueyue Pavilion will definitely do their best Protect him, take care of him."
A disciple of the Wuliang Sect came over, cupped his hands towards Xie Bian, and said with tears in his eyes, "Thank you, Lord Baixian, for your help. Even if Brother Song loses his cultivation, I will follow him forever, and we will definitely send him to the palace safely." Moon Pavilion."
An Elder of the Wuliang Sect asked: "I wonder what Bai Xianjun's plans are going to be next? Xu Zhinan will be reborn after he got the Human Pill, and he is colluding with the Red Ghost King. Doesn't it mean that both the human world and the ghost world will suffer."
Xie Bian looked at Fan Wuyin: "Where did he go?"
"Northwest, it is likely that they are leaving the customs."
"Red Emperor City? He wants to lead the Cangyu Gate?"
"Now that he has a young and healthy body, he has the magic weapon of the Cangyu Sect's suppressing sect, and Hua Xiangrong, the heir to the sect, of course he will not let this power go, even if there are a few people in the Cangyu Sect who object, he will Silenced by him."
Jie Bian frowned deeply.
"More than that." Fan Wuxi's eyes were icy, "He also has the treasure of the Pure Yang Sect in his hand, and he is the head of the Pure Yang Sect."
Xie Bian was startled, and the elders and disciples of the Pure Yang Sect nearby also panicked: "You..." They were always afraid of Fan Wude, and after "you", they didn't dare to talk to Fan Wude directly.
"We have to go to Chunyang Sect, otherwise Zhaowen and others will be in danger!" After Xie Bian finished speaking, he bowed his head and fell silent for a while, before finally whispering, "No, the crisis in Jiuyou is far greater than the world .”
"That's right, Jiang Qulian has obtained the Book of Life and Death and the Golden Coffin and Jade Policy. He will return to Hades and force Lord Cui to help him master the secrets of the Six Realms of Reincarnation. Once he succeeds, no one knows what will happen."
Jie Bian clenched his fists and said with a pause: "I must stop him." He understood that this time was the last battle. He looked at everyone: "Everyone, I believe everyone understands the current situation. If we fail, the worlds of humans and ghosts will fall into eternal doom. We are going to defeat Jiang Chulian. Power, stop Xu Zhinan from dominating the world."
Everyone looked at each other, considering the current bleak situation in the world of cultivating immortals, how to fight against Xu Zhinan who was reborn from nirvana.
Xie Bian was very disappointed, but he could also understand the fear of these people. Looking at the world of cultivating immortals, who else can turn the tide and take charge of the overall situation
"If Xu Zhinan becomes the leader of the Immortal Alliance, the Immortal Cultivation World will become a Shura field for the Mutual Cannibal Pill." Fan Wushi glanced at the crowd sharply, and threatened, "This is the time of life and death."
"Your Majesty is right, it's just that we..."
"If Senior Brother Song hadn't, hadn't become like this, he would have led us to fight against evil spirits, but now..." A group of monks from the Wuliang sect were filled with grief.
"Bai... Xianjun..."
A weak voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone turned their heads in surprise, seeing that Song Chungui woke up at some point.
"Senior Brother Song!"
"Senior Brother, Senior Brother is awake!"
Everyone was at a loss, with tense expressions, as if they were eager to hide something, for fear that Song Chungui would find out that he had lost something important. Although it seemed funny, it was really worrying.
But Song Chungui was surprisingly calm. He looked at Jie Bian and blinked weakly.
Xie Bian hurried to the window: "My real man, you now..." What should he say? Asking "are you okay" is clearly a nonsense.
Song Chungui's lips were blue and white, his eyes were slack, but he tried very hard to gather the light, and he said angrily: "You... don't worry... I, I have a heavy responsibility... Mo, don't dare to forget."
Xie Bian stared blankly at Song Chungui, shocked for a moment. The person in front of him has lost the most important golden core of a cultivator, but his heart has already grown into flesh and bone marrow. Who can say that he has lost his "cultivation"
Xie Bian gently held Song Chungui's hand, and said solemnly: "Your Majesty, the world is entrusted to you." He stood up and bowed to Song Chungui, then turned and left.
Fan Wuxi chased Xie Bian out the door, seeing his shoulders heaving vigorously, he silently accompanied him.
After a while, Xie Bi'an turned his face around, his eyes were firm and clear: "No deterrence, return the map of the mountains and rivers to me."
Fan Wuxi stared at him quietly.
"It is the family heirloom of my Zong family, and I can control it."
"Brother, I don't give it to you, not because I am greedy for this magic weapon, but because I am afraid that you will use up all your spiritual power for it and put yourself in danger. The ancient god's need for spiritual power is not something that our mortal bodies can bear, and so do I. Such a high consumption can only be maintained by the Yin Qi injected by the Heavenly Secret Talisman."
"I know the consequences, I tried, but I need it." Jie Bian looked straight into Fan Wuxi's eyes, "I need the power to fight them." He emphasized his tone, "Give it to me."
Fan Wuxi sighed softly, he took a few steps closer, and put the map of mountains and rivers into Jie Bian's hands, but he didn't let go: "Promise me one thing."
"… you say."
Fan Wuxi laughed and said, "This time I don't want you to make a promise with your body, don't make such an expression."
Xie Bian said angrily, "What time is it, let's get down to business."
"Brother, promise me, don't leave me alone again."
Xie Bian was startled, and then his nose became sore.
"promise me."
"I promise you."
Fan Wuxi let go of his hand, and Xie Bian looked down at the quaint scroll in his hand. The inconspicuous shape did not look like a fetish that could move mountains and seas.
"Brother, I want to take you to a place and meet someone."
"Who? We don't have time now, we must return to Fengdu as soon as possible."
"You must meet this person. I didn't want to tell you now, but..." Fan Wuxi glanced at the picture of the community, "Although you promised me, I still don't feel relieved. I want you to have more promises. Bo's reason."
Jie Bian looked at him suspiciously: "What are you talking about?"
"Come with me, it's very important."
Fan Wuxi lifted his sword into the sky, Xie Bian hesitated for a moment, but still followed.
Before dark, the two came to a small village, far away from the town, quiet and simple, with only a few families in the village.
Jie Bian was even more puzzled: "What did you bring me here for?" Looking at the place from side to side, it doesn't look like there are any important people.
Fan Wuxi went straight to a family at the end of the village, and Xie Bian had no choice but to follow.
In front of me is an ordinary farmhouse, the chimney on the roof is smoking, and the smell of rice is wafting into the nostrils. In the yard, a few children are playing around, and an old man is sitting in a recliner and watching them.
The old man probably had poor eyesight, so he didn't notice them, but the children saw them. They had never seen such two people who were as noble and beautiful as gods and dressed in extraordinary clothes, and they were all frightened.
The old man noticed something was wrong and yelled a few times.
Xie Bian glanced over the children, feeling a little strange in his heart.
A peasant woman ran out quickly, still holding a dripping spatula in her hand: "What's the matter, this is, this..." She stared at the two of them with wide eyes, momentarily at a loss. These two people looked like immortals at first sight. They were in such a remote village, and they would never see a few people who cultivated the Tao in their life, let alone such a celestial appearance.
"Wuxie, who are you taking me to see?" Jie Bian's voice trembled slightly, he had a premonition of something.
Fan Wuxi pointed to a little boy who was still wearing crotch pants, and asked the peasant woman, "What's the boy's name?"
The peasant woman was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses. She hurriedly said: "Hui, Hui Xianjun, this child is named Zhengnan after the name of the celestial master."
Xie Bian's heart ached.
After Zhong Kui's death, the common people were outraged and consciously kept a filial piety for him for seven days. Many boys born in the next few years were named Zhengnan.
Xie Bian looked at the boy with big bright eyes and a flushed face. Zhengnan, this child is also called Zhengnan. He looked at Fan Wuxi and questioned him with his eyes, but his eyes were slightly blurred.
Fan Wuxi nodded, and said softly, "It's him."
Xie Bian took a deep breath: "Why are you looking for him?"
"I know you must want to find him, but you dare not ask Mr. Cui."
"..."
"You two immortals, I don't know if you come to the humble house, what's the matter..." The peasant woman rubbed her apron nervously.
Fan Wuxi pointed to Zhengnan: "This kid has a fairy bone, I want to take him as a disciple."
"No deterrence!" Jie Bian said angrily, "Don't be so hasty."
"Why, don't you want to, brother?"
"I… "
The peasant woman's eyes were shining brightly, as if a golden mountain had fallen from the sky, she knelt down excitedly: "Is this true? Xianjun, here, there has never been a fairy in our family. , Do you really have immortal bones?" For ordinary people, even being able to enter the immortal sect as a disciple is enough to honor their ancestors.
"really."
The peasant woman kowtowed quickly, and then pulled Zhengnan over: "Quick, kowtow to Xianjun."
Zhengnan was ignorantly dragged by his mother to kneel on the ground.
Xie Bian rushed forward with a stride, and hugged Zhengnan: "No."
Zhengnan was not afraid of strangers at all, grabbed Bian's hair with his dirty little hands, grinned, and laughed.
Xie Bian's eyes became hot, and he whispered in his heart, Master.