The news of Xu Zhihu and Li Chengqian's trip to Lufu together had already spread, and the boy also got the news, so he hurried over.

Erqiao looked very surprised when he saw him.

"It's great that you're okay, I haven't seen you all these days, I thought ......."

She paused, then smiled, "Forget it, you're fine."

She glanced at the boy and asked, "By the way, I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing here?" Are you looking for our young lady?"

The boy nodded lightly and hesitated, "I have something to do and want to ask to see the county lord."

He naturally didn't dare to treat Xu Zhihu as Lu Fu's daughter-in-law anymore.

In other words, no one in the entire Lu Mansion dared.

Er Qiao frowned slightly when he heard this: "Miss has only been awake for a long time, and she went out to blow the wind before." As she spoke, she saw the bruises that still remained on the boy's face, and thought of the picture of herself being saved by the other party risking her life that day.

If it weren't for the timely appearance of the boy, she would have been able to run out of the Lu Mansion, but I am afraid that she might not be able to meet His Royal Highness the King of Shu.

Then Miss, I'm afraid I may not be able to save it.

It can be said that the other party is kind to her, and to Miss.

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth and said, "Okay, but you must be careful when you speak, you wait first, and I'll go talk to Miss."

When the boy heard this, he was very grateful.

Er Qiao entered the room for a while, and then pushed the door out.

"Come in with me."

The boy followed Er Qiao into the room, Xu Zhihu was half-leaning on the head of the bed, looking at it calmly with beautiful eyes.

"But Uncle has something to do with me?"

She naturally recognized the boy who had been following Lu Baijie's side.

The boy fell to his knees with a puff.

"Please, county lord, save your master."

In an instant, Er Qiao's face changed suddenly, she didn't pay much attention to the outside affairs, but she had also heard someone say that Lu Baijie was seriously injured by His Royal Highness the King of Shu.

But life should be all right.

Afraid of affecting Xu Zhihu's mood, she never mentioned it.

But now, the boy came to the door and knelt down to beg the young lady to save his master.

Where does Miss have the ability to cure diseases and save people, speaking of which, it is nothing more than through Miss, I want to ask His Royal Highness the King of Shu.

Isn't this embarrassing for the young lady?

Annoyed, she wanted to kick him out, but seeing the scars on the boy's face, she hesitated for a moment.

When Xu Zhihu heard this, he was also a little nervous.

"Uncle, what's wrong?"

The boy did not dare to add fuel to the fire, and told him what he knew about the cause and effect.

With a pleading face, he said: "The master's cultivation has been abolished, his heart is like ashes, he has not entered a drop of water for several days, and he is already dying, please look at the past situation and save the master."

Xu Zhihu's face was a little cold.

Lu Baijie shot at the person next to Li Chengqian, was severely injured by a sword, and his cultivation was completely wasted.

The boy may not know the identity of that person, but she knows that the person who made Lu Baijie's move must be Jiang Xi, the princess of Chu State.

Before she left the palace, she had seen her a few times, and in the past few days, the other party has been busy taking care of her.

The most important thing is that Jiang Xi is also her future husband's woman.

Because of Xu's harm to her, Lu Fu suffered nearly 100 casualties.

Lu Baijie shot at Jiang Ji but was not dead, she knew that he was already merciful.

She got out of bed and got up and came to the boy.

"Take me to meet my uncle."

In a side courtyard, the strong smell of medicine has spread far away before it has entered.

Xu Zhihu walked in slowly with the support of Er Qiao, and saw Lu Baijie lying on the bed in the courtyard room, with a dead face and blank eyes.

It looks like an old man who is about to die, and he can't see the demeanor of the Tangxi Sword Immortal at all.

"Uncle."

Xu Zhihu's voice made Lu

Bai Jie's reaction was a little, and his withered eyes slowly moved to the other party.

He's not really that fragile.

But in the Lu Mansion, he has always been proud of the strength of this realm, and it is also a rare pillar in his life.

But the pillar of which he was so proud collapsed so easily, as if it had been broken by a random foot when someone passed by.

This is tantamount to a huge blow to his arrogance.

Even, after that scene, he had no hope of avenging the revenge of the clan brother who had saved his life.

In other words, there is no heart or courage to take revenge.

It was also a terrible blow to his mind.

Then, not to mention that the cultivation was exhausted, Lang Zhong also told him that in the future, he would have to be weak in his hands and feet, not to mention lifting a sword, and even ordinary people would not be as good as him.

This bad news can be said to have directly crushed his only remaining heart.

Three heavy blows in a row made him completely lose the desire to live.

He would rather die than live like this.

Xu Zhihu is already smart, so he naturally understands this.

Therefore, she didn't make a long speech, just looked at Lu Baijie and said softly, "Uncle, I know that you are depressed in your heart, but if you do something and fail, you will have to bear the consequences."

Running for the purpose of taking people's lives, no matter what the consequences, it is already a great luck to be alive.

Lu Baijie moved his eyes, still silent.

Xu Zhihu said softly: "In the future, there will be great changes in the world, and in the Lu family, the strength is never judged by force."

After saying this, she didn't say anything more, but said calmly, "Take care."

With that, she turned and left.

When he came to the door, Lu Baijie's somewhat hoarse voice sounded.

"Thank you."

Xu Zhihu paused slightly, smiled, and left the place.

In the room, Lu Baijie reluctantly sat up, panting, and leaning against the head of the bed.

"Go get food."

When the boy saw this, he wept with joy.

"Yes, yes, master, I'll go."

The world has changed greatly, and Lu Baijie pondered these four words carefully.

Compared with the survival of the Lu family, his personal honor and disgrace life and death are actually not very important.

As Xu Zhihu said, if you lose, you have to admit it.

What is it to seek death and life?

In Begonia Garden, the battle between Li Chengqian and the six-beaded Bodhisattva with red sleeves has come to an end.

Li Chengqian seemed to have an understanding, and slowly played the fifty-four forms of refining body in the snow.

Snowflakes scattered and swirled around with his movements.

Faintly, a faint sense of Zen quietly emerged.

At the same time, a thick and condensed aura also emerged.

Once, twice, three times.

His movements are sometimes fast and slow, and his movements are sometimes complex and sometimes brief.

The hands are also constantly changing the Buddha seals that have been cast by the red sleeves.

Until a strange and unfamiliar handprint was used by him, a terrifying blood aura suddenly rose up from his body.

There was a commotion in the body, like the sound of a big river flowing.

Red Sleeves watched this scene with shocked eyes.

Before, she also saw a little bit of her own shadow from Li Chengqian's actions, or the shadow of Buddhism, but now, she clearly has a posture of pushing through the old and bringing forth the new and recreating the future.

Could it be that he wanted to create a technique comparable to the top alchemy of Buddhism in such a short period of time?