"I was there at the time, and I took care of the funeral for her old man." Wu Zhiyuan replied without thinking.

Feng Butong faced Wu Zhiyuan directly, if his eyes were sound, there must be a scrutinizing gaze in his eyes at this time. After a while, he asked with a straight face, "Did Sun Immortal Gu say anything when she was dying?" ”

"Yes." Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly replied.

"What did she say? Sue me quickly! Feng Butong's shoulders shrugged, his body leaned forward slightly, and he looked impatient.

"She ......" Wu Zhiyuan was halfway through his words, he remembered that Sun Xiangu had asked him to call him "Master" before he died, and asked him to worship at her grave every New Year's holiday, but after thinking about it, Feng Butong had a delicate relationship with Sun Xiangu and the god of grains, and if he said it truthfully, he was afraid that he would anger this strange person, so he hid the front part and continued, "She asked me to go to her grave every year on the fifteenth day of the first month to worship. ”

"What else did you say?" Feng Butong's expression was slightly sad, but his tone was extremely calm, obviously because of self-suppression.

"That's all." Wu Zhiyuan replied.

"Boy, although I am blind, I am not blind in my eyes. Don't lie to me, you must know that it is not much more difficult for me, a blind man, to kill you than it is to pinch an ant to death. Feng Butong's face showed a grim look, and he said in a gloomy and threatening tone.

Wu Zhiyuan was stunned, he didn't doubt that Feng Butong had this ability, but he was surprised by Feng Butong's keen insight, but at this time, he could only plan it, so he said quietly: "What the junior said is not half a lie. ”

Feng Butong snorted coldly and asked, "Okay, then let me ask you, you and Sun Xiangu are not related, they are just one side, what reason does she have to order you to go to her grave to worship?" ”

"This ......" Wu Zhiyuan was immediately speechless when he heard this, he didn't expect this Feng Butong to be so shrewd and able to find the slightest flaw in his words.

"Say!" Feng Butong shouted, "If you have anything to hide, I will kill the woman behind you first, and then clean you up!" ”

Before Feng Bu's voice fell, Xue'er hurriedly hid behind Wu Zhiyuan and hugged his waist tightly.

"I said." Wu Zhiyuan looked back at Xue'er, and said with a heart, "Sun Xiangu, her old man asked me to call her my mother-in-law, so I had a request to burn paper and incense for her." ”

When Feng Butong heard Wu Zhiyuan's words, he turned his ear to the side, and seemed to be a little incredulous: "You...... What did you say? You repeat! ”

"She asked me to call her a master!" Wu Zhiyuan said succinctly.

Feng Butong's body suddenly froze in place, he stopped moving for a long time, the expression on his face suddenly froze, his body was motionless, and even his chest seemed to have no ups and downs of breathing.

Xue'er gently tugged Wu Zhiyuan's arm and motioned him to look at Feng Butong, Wu Zhiyuan nodded, but saw that Feng Butong was still stiff and stunned. Wu Zhiyuan reached out to test Feng Butong's snort, and Feng Butong suddenly reached out and grabbed Wu Zhiyuan's wrist.

"Senior, junior thinks you ......" Wu Zhiyuan looked stunned, and the sharp pain coming from his wrist indicated that Feng Butong was exerting force between his five fingers, and his vitality cultivation was by no means easy.

"I didn't expect her to fantasize about marrying Ceres when she was dying." Feng Butong ignored Wu Zhiyuan, just looked sad and sighed, but he didn't relax his grip on Wu Zhiyuan's hand.

"Senior, you let go first." Beads of sweat appeared on Wu Zhiyuan's forehead, and at this time, he couldn't bear Feng Butong's strength, and he cried out.

Feng Butong realized that he was still grabbing Wu Zhiyuan's wrist hard, and was about to shake his hand and put it down, when suddenly he let out a light "huh", and a trace of surprise flashed between his eyebrows, but the surprise was fleeting, and he turned to face Wu Zhiyuan carefully and stood stunned for a moment, and slowly lowered his wrist.

"The god of grain sealed your dantian?" Feng Butong asked coldly.

"In order to let me concentrate on learning Maoshan Taoism, Shigong abolished my vitality cultivation." Wu Zhiyuan hurriedly explained.

"Joke! Although Maoshan Taoism does not force the foundation of Yuan Qi cultivation, but with the assistance of Yuan Qi, the Dao Technique will be like a tiger with wings, and the two complement each other and are not contradictory, I am afraid that the god of Ceres' move is an ulterior motive, right? Feng Butong sneered a few times.

Wu Zhiyuan agreed with these words very much, just as the urging of the purgatory true fire requires the urging of deep vitality to be unleashed, and the ordinary people only exert the samadhi true fire that is not very powerful. It's just that Shigong's move must have his own intentions, and Wu Zhiyuan didn't think much about it.

"Since you have entered the Maoshan faction, you will follow the arrangement of the old man of Shigong, it doesn't matter if you have vitality cultivation or not, the most important thing is to eliminate demons." Wu Zhiyuan said solemnly.

"What a demon slaying guardian, he really deserves to be a disciple of Old Man Gu, and his words are so hypocritical." Feng Butong let out a sneer, and his tone was extremely mocking, but he changed his words and said, "Don't worry, your master only sealed your dantian, and didn't really abolish your vitality cultivation. ”

"Really?" Wu Zhiyuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and exclaimed in surprise.

Feng Butong didn't continue to answer, his hands on the ground, and began to turn around and move outward, Wu Zhiyuan didn't know whether to say anything to stay, he could only watch him sit cross-legged, sit on the straw mat, and use his hands to move outward, under the background of the ruined walls and the cold moonlight around him, his back looked sad and abnormal.

When Feng Butong was about to walk out of this dilapidated house, he suddenly stopped, he didn't look back, but just said in a loud voice with a slight warning: "Things are unclean, flies and maggots are attached to them, and the top is clear and the bottom is clear, so that the dust will not fall, and all poisons will not invade." Boy, the only one who can save you is yourself, so do it yourself! With that, he sighed and groped away.

Feng Butong's words were a bit unreasonable, Wu Zhiyuan was confused when he heard it, and he couldn't understand the essentials after meditating for a while, and was about to ask aloud, but saw that Feng Butong had long since disappeared.

Feng Butong's words seem to be a metaphor, but what is his metaphor? Why do you say that the only person who can save yourself is yourself, and you warn Wu Zhiyuan to do it yourself? Are you in some kind of danger and don't know it? Wu Zhiyuan looked at the direction in which Feng Butong was going, and was stunned.

"His words seem to say that a person must correct his conduct or state of mind, otherwise he will invite evil or disaster." Xue'er saw all Wu Zhiyuan's thoughts and explained on the side.

When Wu Zhiyuan heard Xue'er's words, he felt quite reasonable, but Feng Butong said it so strictly, it seemed that the situation was more urgent.

"Let's go." After thinking about it for a long time, Wu Zhiyuan simply stopped thinking about it, and instead pulled Xue'er towards the ruins.

Outside was a barren place, and the two of them walked east along the path, and then turned onto the streets of the town, and it turned out that they were confused by the female ghost last night, and the two unconsciously walked to the western suburbs of the town. Walking along the main street all the way east, you soon found the Xilai Inn.

At this time, the sky was already bright, there were already pedestrians on the street, the door of the inn had been opened, Wu Zhiyuan stood at the door and hesitated for a moment, he was thinking about how to explain Xue'er's situation to Moon Shadow Fuxian and Li Xueying.

At this moment, there was a sound of feet stepping on the floor at the staircase on the second floor, Wu Zhiyuan stood at the door and could see the stairs, only to see Moon Shadow Fuxian and Li Xueying walking down the stairs one after the other, and the two also saw Wu Zhiyuan and Xue'er who was pulling his sleeves at the same time, with an angry look on their faces.

"Oops!" Wu Zhiyuan sweated for himself in his heart.