At the last moment, the sword that Mao Yunzi stabbed with all his might was naturally strong and fast as the wind. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to stab the dust in front and back, he saw that when the dust was unavoidable, he twisted his body in an incredible posture, and flicked the index finger of his right hand, and the bronze ancient sword was bounced aside with the skillful force.

This Xun Chenzi has been practicing Tai Chi White Crane Boxing for a long time, and during this time, he has practiced "Fu Long Duel", and his skills are extraordinary. Although he doesn't usually think it, but at this critical juncture of life and death, he unconsciously fused "Fulong Duel" and Taiji White Crane Boxing together. It was a subtle move that was like an instinctive reaction. Even the dust thought that he was going to die.

"Wang Yazhi, I said that night, I would give him his life. Now, I don't owe him anything, and I'll definitely kill him next time. ”

Dusty lowered his body, picked up Mao Yunzi, and picked up those scattered magic weapons.

Mao Yunzi had no breath at all, and he was as light as a piece of paper in the arms of Huchenzi.

Hu Chenzi had never felt so sad, although the master was not very good to him, he was greedy and cheap, he played tricks, and he did not have the character of a cultivator taught by his master at all, but after all, he was his only relative. Now, Master is gone, and he is left alone in this world.

"Master, you can go all the way." Huchenzi put the clouds in the main hall of the Dragon King Palace.

Master has always been eager to become a god and an immortal, and in the end, he wasted Qingqing's life for his own greed. No one will call him shitty anymore, no one will screw his ears and kick his ass anymore.

"Master, your old man will drive the crane west, become feathered as soon as possible, and rank in the immortal class." Huchenzi caressed Mao Yunzi and cried.

"Hell, I'm not dead yet, why are you crying?" Mao Yunzi opened his eyes leisurely, glanced at the weeping Chenzi, and was still a little moved in his heart. Although Huchenzi ruined his affairs in the end, it can only be said that he does not have this blessing.

Hu Chenzi burst into tears and laughed: "Master, you're not dead, you're not dead?" ”

"Hell, you really want Master to die?" Mao Yunzi shook the head of the dust, and there was love in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"Master, I know you are reluctant to be an apprentice, if you die, the apprentice will be alone, no one loves and no one loves, how pitiful."

"It's not good for the apprentice, and the master is injured." Huchenzi pounced and knelt in front of Mi Yunzi.

"Hey, ghost, you're still young, you must know that this word is the most harmful. You ghost, you have a deep affection for others, but they are indifferent to you. It's too affectionate, and it's only you who gets hurt in the end. "Mao Yunzi looks like he once had a sea of life, I don't know if he has also suffered such a sentimental injury in his heart.

"Master, but I just like her, and I can't do anything to her!"

"It's not your fault, who is not crazy when young, and who can do more when young?" Mao Yunzi patted Huchenzi gently, "Don't worry, as long as Lao Tzu doesn't die, he will always catch that thing." Just next time, you don't have to be soft-hearted. ”

By the heavenly pool, under the moonlight, a charred black earth.

Wang Yazhi hugged the big white snake covered in blood. It was covered with criss-crossing wounds on its white-scaled body, gurgling with blood.

"Brother Snake Lang, Brother Snake Lang." Wang Yazhi cried softly, trying to use her hands to hold the bleeding wounds. It's just that the big white snake has so many wounds that she can't hold it down with ten fingers.

"Kid, let me come." Wang Yazhi raised her head, and there was an old man in gray clothes standing in the moonlight, with a full head of silver-white hair fluttering in the wind, like a birthday grandfather in a New Year's painting.

"Grandpa, you, you must save Brother Snake Lang." Wang Yazhi knelt down in front of the old man and kowtowed three times.

"Okay, grandpa save it. But it's a snake, you're a human being, why should you save it? The old man looked at Wang Yazhi with a smile and asked.

"It's my snake brother, it also saved me, we are family."

"Good, good. You are a good boy, and you are worthy of Xiaobai's thoughts about you. Very good. The old man twisted the silver beard on his chin and nodded his head incessantly.

"Grandpa, who is Xiaobai, why don't I know him?"

"Oh, Xiaobai, it's Xiaobai, you don't need to know him, you just need to remember your snake brother."

The old man sat cross-legged in front of the big white snake, his eyes slightly closed, his hands swinging in the void, and countless blue stars flashed at his fingertips.

The old man snorted softly, his fingers were like the wind, and those blue stars flew into the injured body of the big white snake one by one.

Those blue stars condensed into threads, and then they swam away like many small snakes on the body of the big white snake.

Wang Yazhi stood quietly, not daring to come out, for fear of disturbing the white-haired old man.

After about an hour, the white-haired old man gathered his momentum and got up. The blue spots of light were gone, and the wounds of the Great White Snake were no longer bleeding, and they all became dark red scabs.

"Okay, shall I take you home?" The white-haired old man picked up the big white snake and walked towards the White Dragon Cave.

Wang Yazhi followed closely behind. As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the cave, the cold air in the cave came to my face. Wang Yazhi couldn't help but shudder.

"Go back, child, don't go into the cave, this is not the place for you. Don't worry, your snake brother has me to take care of it. The white-haired old man turned back to Wang Yazhi and said.

"Then, grandpa, you take care of Brother Snake Lang, I will come to see it again." Wang Yazhi turned around a little reluctantly and walked down the mountain step by step.

The moon has sunk in the west, and the sun is about to rise. The eastern sky was a magnificent red glow. Bunker Hill looks so tall and tall among the mountains. Wang Yazhi's small figure staggered along the muddy mountain road.

There are ethereal human voices in the White Dragon Cave, like smoke and fog, like clouds over the mountains, like whispering in a dream......

"Xiaobai, you are immortal in this catastrophe, congratulations."

"Old turtle, are you laughing at me?"

"However, it's worth it, the girl said to treat you as a relative. Why did you do this to her. ”

"On that day, she sang on the mountain, and her singing voice was like the water of a tassel waterfall, which flowed into my heart at once, took root, sprouted, and could never be pulled out again."

"Xiaobai, your thousand-year-old cultivation is still not enough, this little doll's singing will tempt you."

"Old turtle, you don't understand. Her singing, her eyes, she is the best treasure I have ever met. I am willing to endure these thousands of lightning bolts, and I am willing to suffer these thousand cuts, just to get close to her, protect her, and not hurt her. ”

"Xiaobai, you leave me speechless. My old turtle doesn't know love, and I can't be like you. ”

"So, what is the difference between living 10,000 years and living for one day?"

"Xiaobai, you really have no conscience, I exhausted the true yuan to save you, but you laughed at me."

"Old turtle, it is also a great blessing to have an old friend like you."

The morning breeze blew, and the ethereal sound drifted into the morning mist that gradually rose from the top of the bunker mountain, and it could no longer be heard.