In the early morning, the early spring sun shone on the top of the immortals, and the mountain wind blew a little chill. When Zhou Moyang came to Ziyun Temple, he saw that the door of the courtyard was wide open, and there was a faint smell of blood, and his heart trembled and secretly said that it was not good, and hurriedly ran into the courtyard. I saw a corpse in front of the main hall, his face changed greatly, and he shouted, "Master...... "Master" shouted as he rushed to the back room.

"Mo Yang, you're back." I saw that on the bed in the inner room, Qingyuan was leaning against the wall, his face darkened. The old face was full of relaxation and exhaustion. His arm was shaking. There were more than a dozen porcelain bottles with open openings beside him, and a bed of pills was sprinkled on the side.

"Master, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Moyang asked eagerly. Qingyuan Daoist slowly took a breath and opened his eyes. Seeing Zhou Moyang, Qingyuan's darkened face seemed to have improved, "I have been pursuing the way of heaven for the teacher all my life, I can't imagine that the ancestor is pitiful, and I just found a trace of vitality in the way of heaven, cough cough...... This catastrophe happened. Alas! Time is also fate! …… Come to the pillow at night and think carefully, be busy and wake up before the spring flowers, the flowers bloom and fall in the spring, and the red dust is light ......" Qingyuan said and sang in a low voice.

"Master, Master, you'll be fine. Patriarch, by the way, the disciple will take you to the Patriarch's Cave Mansion, where there is an immortal fruit, Master, you will be fine if you eat it. With that, he put Qingyuan on his back, carried the Ziyun Heart Method, and ran towards the valley he found that day.

"Mo Yang, Master is dying. Remember that people don't hurt the heart of the tiger, and the tiger hurts people! He fights with others every day, and if he doesn't do it, he will do it, and he must not be merciful after he does it. As a teacher, today is your example. After many years of not fighting with others, I can't help but be soft-hearted, and now it's too late to regret it! "Master, the disciple understands, you better save some energy and don't talk too much, the disciple is almost here." Zhou Moyang ran all the way with tears in his eyes.

"Life and death are fate, and the bag is in the arms of the master. Moyan! If he can find the immortal fate one day, as a teacher and a teacher of immortals, his old face will also be very bright, cough cough ......" Qing Yuan muttered on the back of his disciple about what happened yesterday, and gradually his voice became lower and lower. Zhou Moyang's tears couldn't stop falling "pop, snap". It was as if he felt the vitality in Master's body receding like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, Qingyuan seemed to return to the light, his face softened a lot, and a trace of flushing surged up his thin cheeks. "There are a few words for the teacher, Mo Yang has to remember them. The world is bustling, all for profit; The world is crowded, all for profit; Regardless of the world, regardless of the rivers and lakes, trends abound. It must be remembered: the husband is not guilty, but he is guilty. If you have a good idea, don't show it off in front of others, remember! "There was no more silence.

Zhou Moyang felt a cold chill in his heart, and hurriedly put down his master, only to see Qingyuan's eyes slightly closed, his expression serene, and a layer of black qi on his face. The silver-white beard fluttered gently in the moonlight...... "Master......?" His voice trembled, and Zhou Moyang called out to Master softly. His feet were as heavy as lead lumps, and he knelt down in front of the master. His mouth trembled, and his eyes were red. A hint of luck suddenly flashed in his panicked eyes, and he hurriedly trembled his hands and grabbed the master's wrist veins indiscriminately. Master, there is no life left...... Master is gone...... Really gone......

Under the Immortal Fruit Tree, next to the tomb of Patriarch Ziyun, there is Qingyuan's corpse. Zhou Moyang sat beside Qingyuan in a daze, and he seemed to see the faintly visible stars on the big mountain stone next to Ziyun Temple and his master looking up; It was as if he had returned to his own hut in Guannei, where the master was teaching him to practice; saw the master and apprentice constantly arguing and talking while eating...... After a long time, he gradually woke up, and tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes. After all, the master still didn't get to the front of the ancestral cave.

At night, in the north of the immortal top, high in the mountain pass, there are two new tombs standing. One is the Patriarch of Ziyun, and the tombstone of the other new tomb is engraved with "The Tomb of Master Qingyuan". On the side of the tomb, Zhou Moyang was building a simple grass hut next to a bonfire, and he wanted to protect his master's spirit and keep filial piety.

Three days passed in a blink of an eye, Zhou Guangsi saw that Zhou Moyang had not returned home for a long time, so he asked Zhang Yixin to send a dart master in the bureau to look for him, and he was shocked after seeing the corpse in Ziyunguan, worried that the matter would have nothing to do with Zhou Moyang and Qingyuan, so he didn't dare to report to the official, so he blocked the news and continued to search. Five days later, Zhou Moyang was finally found in the valley, and everyone was relieved.

Zhou Guangsi is also a person of great affection, and Zhang Yixin has also received the grace of Qingyuan to save his life, and he is embarrassed to see this. Seeing that Zhou Moyang insisted on refusing to leave, he was no longer reluctant, so he could live in the valley. Just for safety, a few dart masters were sent to take turns guarding outside the valley and delivering food and drink. After Zhang Yixin went back, he also specially ordered someone to clean up the corpses in the Ziyun Temple, and sent a few dart masters to guard the temple to prevent the young people from fishing in troubled waters......

In the early morning of this day, Zhou Moyang finished running the thirty-six Zhou Tian Ziyun Heart Method and walked out of the thatched house. A strange fragrance wafted towards the tip of the nose, this fragrance is a little familiar, it is the fragrance of the fairy fruit, but the taste is stronger than the previous few days. I remembered that a few days ago, I was collecting medicine with my master, talking and laughing all the way, and now I have been separated forever, and I can't help but feel sad. Slowly walking to the tombstone of Qingyuan, Zhou Moyang felt that what the master said that day, what were those people looking for? Could it be that the matter of the fruit tree has leaked out of the rumors, no, this matter is only known to himself and the master, and he has not revealed it, so the master is even more impossible. What happened that day was definitely not that simple, although Zhou Moyang was young and had not experienced much in the world, he was not stupid. "Five Poison Sect" Zhou Moyang clenched his fists and secretly thought that this matter must be clarified, and the master is like a kind grandfather to himself, and he can't just die like this. It's just that his martial arts are low, and a master like Master has been poisoned, so he has to work hard to improve his strength.

Thinking of this, Zhou Moyang suddenly looked up at the fruit tree, remembered the master's ardent expectations, and resolutely made up his mind. "According to my current practice method, I have to practice until I reach the completion of the pulse without guidance, and I don't know how long it will be. According to the patriarch, people who practice martial arts can consolidate the foundation and cultivate the yuan with the help of adding Jiazi. Although I don't know whether this fruit is ripe or not, there are some risks, but there is nothing risk-free in the world, and luck can stuff your teeth by drinking cold water. Besides, the patriarch didn't say anything wrong with eating the unripe fruit, at most it had no effect. ”

Having made up his mind, Zhou Moyang walked under the tree, cut off a nearby rattan with the Qingfeng sword left by his master, tied the rattan to the sword, and then threw the sword upward, only to hear the sound of "poof", and the sword was firmly nailed to the trunk. Zhou Moyang quickly climbed up along the rope, stood on the trunk of the tree, came to the canopy, reached out and picked a fruit close to him, and held it in his hand. Coming down from the tree, I was thinking about the purple and red fruit in my hand, and I had some expectations in my heart. Holding the fruit in front of me with his fingers, I saw that the color of the fruit was purple and red, facing the light, the jewel-like was more and more crystal clear, and there was a layer of imperceptible white halo flashing on the fruit, and the strong fragrance came to the nose and penetrated the heart. Whatever it is, try it first. Zhou Moyang thought so in his heart. Sticking out his tongue, he licked the fruit lightly.

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