It didn't take long for Song Huai'an to come back with a Qiankun bag and throw the bag to Wu Zhong: "That's all, love or not, is there too much." ”

Wu Zhong took the Qiankun bag, pretended to be inspected, and finally sighed: "Since Elder Song has already spoken, as a junior, I don't dare to say more, so that's all." That's what it means. After speaking, he put away the Qiankun bag casually, Song Huaian's eyes were staring at his hands, and his heart was still dripping blood.

"The main purpose of coming this time is not actually this matter, but to come and see Senior Brother Song. Senior Brother Song is okay, has his body recovered?" Wu Zhong looked concerned, and saw Song Huaian grit his teeth.

"Master and nephew are worried, my unsuccessful apprentice is okay, so I won't worry about you. If there is nothing to do, I will retreat and cultivate, and I will not leave a few of them. Tong'er, send off!" As soon as the words fell, Song Huaian turned around and disappeared.

Looking at the meaning of Daotong's send-off, Wu Zhong and the others looked at each other and smiled, and left in stride.

In the inner room, Song Huai'an unlocked Song Yuanhong's prohibition, and as soon as Song Yuanhong broke away, he was about to break out, so he struggled and scolded: "Little rabbit cub, who are you showing off your martial arts with! Without your master, you are a fart!"

Seeing that his words were getting more and more unpleasant, Song Huaian stopped him: "Shut up!"

"Uncle! Could it be that our Song family was bullied by him like this!" Song Yuanhong's eyes were red, and his heart was sad and angry.

Song Huaian was silent for a while, but calmed down: "I won't just forget this matter." If they use the situation to force people, don't blame me for being unkind and unjust. ”

Wu Zhong and the three of them walked back towards the Rong'an Palace. Along the way, Xuan Bai kept rummaging through the Qiankun bag, and Gong Yan looked at Wu Zhong and sighed.

"Senior brother, what's on your mind?" Wu Zhong asked with a smile.

Gong Yan shook his head slowly and did not speak. Wu Zhong looked into the distance and did not continue to ask. There was only Xuanbai's smug laughter around him.

Back in Rong'an Palace, Xuanbai begged to cross the Xuanwu Flag, and disappeared with a puff of smoke. Wu Zhong and Gong Yan stood at the door of the store and did not enter. Gong Yan had something in his heart, but he wanted to say it again and again, and he didn't know how to speak.

Wu Zhong probably knew what Gong Yan was thinking, but he didn't want to speak.

They stood there for a quarter of an hour, and each went back to his lodgings.

Wu Zhong returned to the bedroom and saw Xuan Qing lying on the bed sleeping soundly, while Xuan Bai was sitting on the ground, fiddling with the Xuanwu flag. Seeing Wu Zhong coming back, he didn't raise his head and said, "Is your senior brother blaming you?"

Wu Zhong ignored him, but lay next to Xuan Qing, staring at the roof alone, stunned.

Senior brother should blame him. Blame him for being a little ruthless. But he also knows that the biggest victim of this matter is himself, and no matter what he does, it is not excessive.

Wu Zhong recalled the attitude of his senior brother along the way just now, and the way he wanted to speak before entering the Rong'an Palace. Although I did these things and got a lot of materials, I couldn't be happy in my heart. I always feel like I'm missing something.

"Am I going too far?" Wu Zhong said to himself.

Xuan Bai thought he was talking to him, so he said, "It's too much, where is it? If it's me, I'll definitely make them bankrupt." It's a matter of my life. If I let them go so easily, and don't remember long afterwards and come back to harm me, who am I going to reason with? And they are the ones who are at fault, and you are the victim, so how can you still say that what you have done is not excessive? ”

Wu Zhong forced a smile: "Yes." If I let them go, what will I do if anyone harms me in the future?"

"Good people don't live long, but disasters last for a thousand years. If you want to, but don't think of yourself as a good person. That's not how good people do. Xuanbai said, "Okay, the materials are enough, and after three days, I will return you a real Xuanwu Banner!" After speaking, his figure flashed, and he disappeared without a trace with those materials.

After Gong Yan came back, he told Master Yu Hui everything that had just happened. After listening to it, Yu was just silent, not agreeing, but also not the slightest objection. Just said "Got it".

Yu Hui, like Gong Yan, was still a little shocked in his heart when he knew about it, although he didn't say anything after he knew about it. It's not that he opposes Wu Zhong's approach, but that he doesn't understand why Wu Zhong did it. In his impression, although Wu Zhong's apprentice does not look like Gong Yan is a good old man, and he is also different from Gao Fei's autism, he is not a ruthless person in the end. But this time, there is the intention of killing everything, and it is obvious that from today onwards, the Song family and their vein have completely become enemies. Yu Hui is not afraid of the Song family, even if the other party is all here, he can't do anything with him. But Wu Zhong, this kid, why did he do this?

Wu Zhong lay on the bed, tossing and turning and unable to sleep. Today's events have passed, and objectively speaking, what I did is not wrong, but I really feel uneasy, and I even have a feeling that I have done something wrong.

Since you can't sleep, then don't sleep. Sleeping and resting now was of little use to him, but a formality was better than nothing.

After getting up, Wu Zhong took out a Qiankun bag. This Qiankun bag is exquisitely styled, and it is Wang Qi's one. It's just that faint traces of blood can still be faintly seen. Wu Zhong opened the Qiankun bag, and the contents appeared in front of him one by one. The spear, a few books, a few jars, and a small pile of jade.

The Qigo spear was still cold, and people didn't dare to look at it directly. In addition to this divine weapon, the most valuable ones are those cheats. Wu Zhong made a casual move, and those few cheats fell into his hands.

"Zhou Tianshu", "Sunset Marksmanship", and even a book called "Drunken Cliff Immortal Tour", I don't know what is recorded in it. Wu Zhong took the book "Zhou Tianshu", opened it and looked at it, it turned out to be the thaumaturgy that Wang Qi performed that day, and if he was a master of cultivation, he could even mobilize Zhou Tianxingchen for his own use. It can be seen that it is powerful. And the other "Sunset Marksmanship", which sounds very domineering, just don't know how much power there is against the enemy. Wang Qi didn't use it that day, but the Buddha light caught him off guard, so that Wu Zhong turned defeat into victory and was able to escape.

After reading these two books, Wu Zhong had a plan in his heart. And what made him most curious was this "Drunken Cliff Immortal Tour". Wu Zhong looked at it, the book was yellowed, and even a little dilapidated, and it seemed that the original owner must have read it often. But when Wu Zhong wanted to open it, this was a golden light, and he stepped back to the side, but he slowly fell to the ground and did not move.

Wu Zhong wondered, what kind of book is this? It is so magical? Can it still attack people? Wu Zhong let go of his divine sense on the side and secretly observed. However, when the divine consciousness was covered on the strange book, I felt that my eyes were dim, as if I had fallen into a deep sea whirlpool, and the surroundings were extremely dark and terrifying.

Wu Zhong struggled, but he fell deeper and deeper, and just when he was feeling powerless, he suddenly felt a huge force catapult him out, and the white light flashed in front of him, and everything returned to calm.

Wu Zhong looked at this book, and at this time a thin cold sweat had broken out in his head, and the feeling of powerlessness just now was really terrifying. He had to put down the book, which seemed to be not something he could watch now.

In addition to these things, it was those bottles and cans, but there was no label on them, and Wu Zhong really didn't dare to move. If there is any poison, will you lose more than you gain?

Looking at these things, Wu Zhong compared himself to himself, and suddenly felt that he was really poor. Before he became a monk, all he pursued was money, so that he could become a wealthy person. Nowadays, although money is of little use, these are not a symbol of a person's strength. But fortunately, these have now become my own pockets, and I am finally not so poor.

He put the things back in the bag one by one, and when he saw the faint bloodstain again, he remembered the situation of that day. Wang Qi, the old man Hu Guangrong, and even Wang Zhaoan and the Kunlun disciples all appeared in front of him one by one. It's just that in the end, the old man died, and Wang Qi was also killed by the demon pestle.

Before the old man left, he remembered what he had told him. He said that he was too simple, and told himself that the monastic world was no different from the mundane world, and that intrigue could be seen everywhere. If you want to meet your inner needs, you must stand up and fight for it. If you don't fight for anything, it won't fall into your hands. And this struggle is sometimes precisely responsible for oneself, a means of saving one's life.

Everything in the monastic realm and the mundane realm must be like both the fairy realm and the hell realm. Here, you can see that all the cultivators are like immortals, fluttering, giving alms, like fairy couples, not eating the fireworks of the world. But it's like hell on earth, and the life and death here are even more ordinary. And everyone is chasing human blood steamed buns not far away, eager to fill the ravine in their hearts.

I remember watching a movie when I was a child, and there was a sentence in it that was most appropriate here: If you don't kill people, people will kill you. That's not the case now. The monastic realm that everyone yearns for is like a vampire cave, devouring people's lives.

Wu Zhong poured a cup of tea, everyone walked to the courtyard, looked at the starry sky, and drank tea by themselves.

The night breeze blew, the grass that had just poked its head out of the ground swayed slightly, and there were more birds in the treetops than before. The tea was slowly steaming, and it had just turned into a hill, but it was blown away by the night wind, and I don't know where it was scattered.

At this moment, he heard someone walking behind him.

"What, can't you sleep?" the person who spoke was Yu Hui.

Wu Zhong smiled: "It's okay." Master, why haven't you rested?"

Yu Hui smiled and said, "At my age, what's the use of not sleeping." But you, at a young age, don't be cranky, take good care of yourself. ”

"Master Xie cares, I'm fine. ”

"Well, let's go back. Don't think about anything that isn't worth worrying about. In this world, in addition to yourself, only your closest friends and relatives need you to be so troubled. Everything else, don't think about it too much. If you go back first, you will rest early. ”

Listening to the footsteps that were gradually moving away, Wu Zhong slowly got up, poured out the already cold tea in his hand, and turned to leave.