After eating a few bites of the food in his hand, Lu Xueyuan suddenly put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped his bright red lips, and suddenly stretched out his hand and said to the little beast hidden in his sleeve: "Hao'er, how about we go to Shizun's mansion tonight?"

The Jairus Beast flew out of Lu Xueyuan's sleeve and drew a circle in the air, its golden hair shining in the sun, if you don't look carefully, you think it is a beautiful, looking lion, but the red eyes like jewels betray its appearance, it is not a lion at all, but one of the ancient fierce beasts.

Jairus turned around, flew in front of Lu Xueyuan, looked at her and said, "Your master's mansion? Why are we going to your master's mansion?!"

Lu Xueyuan stretched out his hand, nodded the head of the little beast, and said with a smile: "Although Shizun is not on the mountain, but after so long, someone has to go to his residence to take a look, in case there is any chaos, don't you say, Yan'er?" Lu Xueyuan lied to the little beast.

Although the little beast has now been incarnated and formed, it is unacceptable for a child whose mind is only a few years old to talk to him about so many complicated things. It is different from disgust, although disgust is also a spirit animal, but after all, he has still lived in the mortal world for a period of time, and he still knows about the reality of human affairs and the warmth and coldness of the world, so Lu Xueyuan will not hide anything from disgust, but tell him that there is someone who can come up with ideas together. This is not the case, so it is better not to inform it of this, and use some other reasons to prevaricate the past, which is also a choice for Lu Xueyuan.

After saying this to the little beast, Lu Xueyuan was determined to wait until the evening to see a good opportunity, so that he could take the opportunity to touch the master's Immortal Washing Pavilion, but what should he do at this time? Lu Xueyuan pondered, and suddenly thought that before leaving, the master suddenly handed her a magic weapon, saying that it could transmit information, she took out a treasure mirror from her waist, one side was a bright mirror, and the other side was a green treasure decorated with jade, which was very bright and colorful, and extremely precious, "What does the master call it?" Lu Xueyuan muttered.

"Oh, yes, the Streamer, the Master named it the Streamer, saying that it can project people at opposite ends into the mirror and use it to transmit information." Lu Xueyuan thought about putting the streamer mirror in front of him, and then with a wave of his hand, the originally calm and dull mirror surface began to ripple like water ripples.

In Hongmei Town at the foot of Qingya Mountain, Qi Zhurong had just led a pair of disciples to carry those who had been infected with the plague virus out of the town, and found an open place to concentrate on them.

"Please! Help us! Michigan! Pray the Taoist to help us!" An old man sat in the corner, stretched out his skinny hand, and pulled Qi Zhurong's sleeve and pleaded.

He looked pitiful, his sunken eyes seemed to have not eaten well for a few days, and he probably hadn't slept for a long time, and the whole person was as thin as a skin and bones, but he held Qi Zhurong's hands tightly and strongly, as if he had pressed the strength of his life on Qi Zhurong's body.

Qi Zhurong looked down at the old man, first of all, they are only the Nine Domains Immortal Cultivators, not Daoists, this old man is obviously wrong to call them Dao Chief, but at such a moment of life and death, at the moment of the crisis of human names, who cares if the name is called right or not, whether the title is wrong.

He squatted down, put his star-hanging arrow behind him, bent down to look at the dusty old man, and said softly, "Old man, don't worry, we will definitely completely subdue this plague, and your disease will definitely be cured, don't be afraid, we won't leave you alone!" He patted the back of the old man's hand soothingly, as if coaxing a child who was a few years old and only knew that he was afraid of cold and heat.

After finishing speaking, Qi Zhurong got up and said to the disciple who was busy working behind him, "Settle this old man properly, give him things and winter clothes, so as not to freeze him out of illness!"

"But brother...... We have clothes and food here......" The disciple said, looking at the many fallen patients behind him, and looked at Qi Zhurong with a sad expression.

"Go! We shall not divide our own things among them, and we shall not let these people have any trouble." Qi Zhurong was rarely so angry, and said to the disciples behind him.

"Yes! Big brother!"

When the disciple received the order, he immediately turned around and went out, carrying a lot of warm clothes.

Qi Zhurong stood on the main hall and looked at the disciples beside him and asked, "Where is the master?"

"Back to Senior Brother, Master Zun went out to chase after him because he found a sneaky peek at the wall, which seemed to be related to someone from the Demon Realm! Tell me to wait here!" The disciple beside him whispered.

"Confused!" After Qi Zhurong spit out such a sentence from his mouth, he thought to himself: "Although Shizun's injury this time has healed, he has not fully recovered his health in the end, and it cannot be compared with the previous immortal power, if he really encounters someone from the demon clan, if something goes wrong, then what will the people of Hongmei Town do?" What to do with Qingya Mountain? What should the tens of thousands of people in the Nine Realms do?!" Qi Zhurong frowned when he thought about this, and said to the disciple who had just spoken, without looking back, "I went out to look for the master, you tell the senior brother to watch carefully here, and no one is allowed to act rashly without my order!" After saying that, he disappeared without a trace.

The disciple who had just answered was standing in the middle of the room at the moment, only feeling that Senior Brother seemed to have a much stronger temper in the past few days than when he was on Qingya Mountain before, not as gentle as before, and I don't know if it was because he was too tired, after all, Senior Brother Qi Zhurong had not closed his eyes for many days.

The plague in Hongmei Town is still spreading vigorously.

By the time Qi Zhurong caught up with the traces of the master, he was already in a bamboo forest outside the city, the bamboo forest here was lush and green, if it wasn't for the sufficient sunlight and the traces left on the ground by the car entering here, no one would have to get lost here, fortunately, the master had left the mark of the exclusive Qingya Mountain along the way, otherwise, it would be difficult for him to find the trace of the master in such a short time.

"Master!" Qi Zhurong shouted at the bright figure in front of him.

When Bai Duchen heard Qi Zhurong's voice, he immediately turned his head and said to the people behind him, "Zhu Rong be careful, someone has set up an ambush here!" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw a burst of red mist coming from the depths of the bamboo forest, scattering outward, and a carriage that was entering not far away suddenly stopped, and the horse began to neigh and scream, shaking its front hooves uneasily, and suddenly ran in the opposite direction like crazy, leaving only the carriage still remembering the sound of people being frightened.

"It's better to go back, the province is attacked by poisonous fog here." Bai Duchen said in his heart. They covered their noses with their hands to prevent these red mist from penetrating into their breath, but at this moment, a strange laugh suddenly came out of the sky above the bamboo forest, and the strange laughter filled the entire bamboo forest, which seemed to have a magical power that only made people want to faintly gag.

"Master! Are you alright?" Qi Zhurong rushed to Bai Duchen's side regardless of the danger, covered his nose with his hand, and said to Bai Duchen with the soul resonance in the depths of the sea.

Bai Duchen shook his head, a pair of eyes cautiously staring at the crisis lurking in the bamboo forest, and asked the disciple beside him, "Didn't you say that you should wait in the Plum Garden? Why did you come along?" This plum garden was where their disciples had gathered before.

Qi Zhurong slowly lowered his head, but the Hanging Star Sword in his hand was tightly gripped, and he said to Qi Zhurong again: "Master, you can wake up this time, it is already nine deaths, the disciple is not willing to let the master take such a big risk, and he will never go back!" After Qi Zhurong finished speaking, he put the Hanging Star Sword in his hand in front of him, and a completely different look suddenly rose in his eyes, as if with some murderous aura and pleasure, he was decisive in killing.

"Okay, then the teacher will allow you to be here, but you need to be careful, and there must be no danger, otherwise Yuan'er will die of sadness!" Bai Duchen said and raised his eyes to look at his eldest apprentice, Qi Zhurong.

Although he has always been a tiger, even if he was the senior brother of Qingya Mountain before, but he still looks honest and honest, even if some disciples are indifferent in words and deeds, Qi Zhurong will never be too careful, but has always been tolerant and generous, he once thought that this disciple of his should not have any murderous intentions, but when he saw it in person today, he knew that his inner fortitude and determination were no worse than anyone else.

"Zhu Rong be careful!" Bai Duchen turned back as he spoke, and pushed away Qi Zhurong, the eldest disciple beside him, but at this moment, the sword in that person's hand was directly aimed at him. The man calculated that if he aimed his sword at Bai Duchen's disciple, he waited

When he notices something, he will definitely push the disciple in person, and at this time, no matter how quickly he reacts, it is impossible to have the time and opportunity to use his mana.

And it was at this time that Lu Xueyuan evoked the streamer in his hand. She clearly watched the long sword approaching in front of Shizun's eyes with a cold light, only one inch short of *** Shizun's heart.

"Master !!" Lu Xueyuan and Qi Zhurong erupted into a lament at the same time, but just when that person's sword was about to be plunged straight into Bai Duchen's chest, they saw Nie Huai'an descending directly from the sky, shaking his hand and slapping the person in front of him fiercely, and said mercilessly: "Fool, open your dog's eyes wide and don't look at who is in front of you, you dare to hurt? Why don't you go and be punished in front of the Demon Venerable!" Nie Huai'an said as his pupils narrowed, staring at the person in front of him.

The man withdrew his sword, glanced at Nie Huai'an's face lightly, then turned around and left the bamboo forest, flew behind him, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.