Crane Dance was silent, of course he knew how big the difference in strength between Zhen Yinjian and the giants of the He family, the Taiyuan Wang family, and the sect master was!

And this time it is true that what he and the Taiyuan Wang family have done has already passed, and Zhen Yinjian wants to seek revenge, which is understandable. As for the sect master, Zhen Yinjian shook his head in his heart, thinking that he would wait for Zhen Yinjian to come back from the Northern Desolate Land and discuss this matter with him.

Even he had some doubts in his heart, such a young man Zhen Yinjian could return to Donghua Yu from that terrifying continent.

"Senior brother, I will also avenge the master's revenge!" Lu Wu clenched his fists, and there was no playfulness in his eyes.

"Senior Brother Lu, you are dissolute by nature, so you don't need to bear too much burden for this. Master's blood feud, just hand it over to my senior brother!" Looking at the slightly immature Lu Wu in front of him, Zhen Yinjian sighed and said.

At this time, it was completely because of him, and the death of his master Ma Guanyu also had a lot to do with him. He really didn't want Lu Wu, who had always been free and loose, to change because of hatred. This can be regarded as a little selfishness in his senior brother's heart.

"Senior brother, I see. Lu Wu lowered his head and said, but his eyes did not mean to give up at all. Zhen Yinjian could only sigh when he saw it, knowing that even if he couldn't stay out of such a big feud, why should he force his junior brother?

The two stood quietly in front of Ma Guanyu's tombstone for a long time, until it was already dark, and Crane Dance spoke.

"Zhen Yinjian, pack up your things tomorrow, wait for me outside the mountain gate before noon, and I will send you to the Northern Desolate Land according to the sect master's instructions!"

After Crane Dance finished speaking, Zhen Yinjian bowed slightly, and the other party turned to leave. Soon, the "Shizuka" became quiet, and Zhen Yinjian and Lu Wu finally made a disciple salute to the master and left.

The two returned to the cave where Ma Guanyu usually lived, cleaned up some of the master's relics, and finally Zhen Yinjian waved goodbye to Lu Wu.

On this day and night, in the middle of the house, a large room was filled with the fragrance of medicine, gold and jade decorated the room, and in the center of the room was a half-person-high giant bathtub, and in the bathtub sat a man, but it was Heyi.

At this time, his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he was obviously still relatively weak. And in front of him stood his father, the Donghua Imperial Elder and the Black Tiger.

The powerful elder stood in front of his son at this time, carefully examining the injuries on He's body.

"I have already grafted the broken bone with golden continuation cream, I believe that your leg injury will be fully recovered in half a month, and there will be no problem walking!" He Heihu looked at it and said.

At this time, he opened his eyes, and his pale lips made it clear that he was weak. His eyes were full of indignation, and his heart was very annoyed.

"The sect master is crazy, why did you break my legs? Obviously, it was Zhen Yinjian who bullied me first, why should I be blamed?" Thinking of his short legs, he was extremely unhappy in his heart. In the eyes of the sect master, he seemed to be no different from a lowly monk like Zhen Yinjian, which he said he couldn't bear!

"Hmph! confused!" and the black tiger hated that iron could not become steel, and his brows were furrowed into a line, and he saw that his son was indignant, and decided to teach him at this time.

"Didn't you see that as soon as Ma Guanyu died, the sect master already felt a little guilty in his heart? At this time, you still dare to touch the tiger's beard, and you are really not afraid of death! Don't you know that today's matter, the first person to talk about is you?" He Heihu said with a sad feeling when he saw his son in a daze.

Seeing this, He's face suddenly turned blue and pale, obviously he knew that this incident was caused by himself after all. It's just that he was still a little unconvinced, and said:

"If Zhen Yinjian's slut didn't harm me, how could I have today's trouble? This is completely Zhen Yinjian's own fault, his cheap master deserves to die, who told him to protect this kid!" and scolded and scolded, obviously still having a lot of hostility towards Zhen Yinjian.

"That's enough, do you know that if the sect master didn't care about us and the ancestor of the family, if he made a move today, you would already be a dead man like Ma Guanyu!

Thinking that he had actually brushed shoulders with death, cold sweat had already slipped down his back. His face was ugly, his lips trembled, and he didn't know what to say.

Seeing that his son finally understood, he and Heihu turned around with satisfaction. He said leisurely:

"You have been recuperating in the sect these days, and you are not allowed to have any intersection with Zhen Yinjian in the future. If you let me know that you still dare to come nonsense, believe it or not, I will drive you out of Donghua Palace!"

Hearing He Heihu say this, He's face immediately became ugly. He had been thinking about his father's grievances and making many demands during this time, and only then did he realize that he was no longer his father's favorite son.

He who has lost his cultivation has no value to Hehe. If it weren't for this last bit of blood and family affection, I am afraid that the black tiger would have thrown himself out of Donghua Yu a long time ago!

As soon as he thought of this, his face turned even paler, and his eyes were distracted, as if he had lost hope of living any longer.

In the world of monks, family affection is so thin. I have lost the capital of cultivation, and I am afraid that I will gradually get used to the mortal world in this life.

He Heihu didn't speak, turned around, saw He's expression, and understood some reasons in his heart, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, as long as you don't cause trouble, Hejia still has your place. Although you have lost your cultivation, you can take charge of the family's mundane business. The family has not been able to find a suitable candidate before, and this time you are in trouble, this opportunity is always indispensable. In addition, you don't have to worry about Zhen Yinjian's affairs, your father will get justice for you. He Heihu pinched a few strands of black whiskers from his jaw and squinted his eyes and said.

The son thanked his father. He bowed respectfully to the black tiger, and his body twitched in the bathtub, obviously affecting the injury.

"Okay, don't worry, those who dare to murder me and my family will definitely not have any good results, and Zhen Yinjian is the same. You go ahead and I'll take care of everything else. After talking to the black tiger, he turned around and left.

Walking out of the room with anger, He Heihu glanced at the shadow of his son on the window paper, and sighed a little in his heart.

Speaking of which, although the cultivation of He Yi has been abolished, it is not without a chance to regain his cultivation ability again. As long as you take a "Life and Nourishment Elixir", you can repair the damaged spiritual points in various parts of the body and restore the function of the spiritual points again.

It's just that this "elixir of life and nourishment" is the elixir of medieval legends, not to mention the finished elixir, even the pill has never been seen in the rivers and lakes, so it is futile to think about it.

It's just a pity that He's talent bloodline was wasted in vain, and it took years of cultivation effort.

Thinking of this, he and the black tiger's hatred for Zhen Yinjian was even more! He walked all the way to his room, pinching his chin and thinking all the way, obviously with a lot of bad water in his stomach!

At noon the next day, Zhen Yinjian came to the sect early, and at this time the guards were two disciples in Tsing Yi, who looked quite faced, and were looking at the sect monk who had been waiting near the sect for half an hour with a curious face.

After about half a while, Crane Dance finally arrived, only to see him wearing a gray-brown rough coat, a sword at his waist, and a wine gourd in his hand, with a slight drunkenness on his face, and said to Zhen Yinjian with a smile:

"Let's go, and follow me out of the sect, the place where the Northern Desolate Land is located is a little far away from the sect, it takes a few days to walk, have you packed up your things?"

Zhen Yinjian nodded, he had my long sword in his hand, and a gray cloth package hung on his shoulder. Although he has magic weapons such as the "Sumeru Bag" that can hold things, he has to put it in any way. He didn't want to reveal the secret that he had the "Sumeru Bag".

After all, the value of the "Sumeru bag" is not small, enough to attract some villains.

The identity token of the accident to the two young monks guarding the mountain gate, Zhen Yinjian and Crane Dance were quickly released. Zhen Yinjian finally glanced at the sect behind him, and there was a lot of emotion in his heart, and his pace slowed down.

"Take a good look, out of Donghua Palace, you may never have a chance to come back in the future. The sound of the crane dance came from Zhen Yinjian's ears.

Zhen Yinjian smiled politely, knowing that Hewu was not very optimistic that he would be able to walk out of the "Northern Wasteland". However, he can't make many excuses for this kind of thing, so he can only use facts to prove it.

After watching for a while, Zhen Yinjian walked around again, and at this time, he finally gave up some of the burdens in his heart and embarked on the journey to the "Northern Desolate Land".

Donghua Yu went all the way to the north, and Zhen Yinjian drove the cloud head to follow behind Crane Wu. In order to keep up with himself, this monk with good strength has always controlled the speed of his march within the range that Zhen Yinjian can catch up.

From all the way to the north, the two of them saw a lot of big cities, jungles where many fierce beasts gathered, and even some indigenous tribes.

Only then did Zhen Yinjian know that Donghua Yu actually had such a life in it, which made him dazzled for a while.

The night had gradually deepened, Crane Dance stopped, signaled to Zhen Yinjian, and the two fell from the clouds together, finding an open field and stationing.

Monks can travel overnight, but walking at night is dangerous and affects the judgment of the Dharma, so ordinary monks are reluctant to travel in the dark unless time is pressing.

"Young man, sit down and have a drink!" Crane Dance sat next to the bonfire that had just been lit, and threw the vermilion wine gourd he was holding in his hand at Zhen Yinjian.

Zhen Yinjian glanced at it, took the wine gourd and poured it into the mouth of the gourd. for a better user experience.