Du Sigui's pale face squeezed out a bitter smile and said, "At this point, what else do you want to talk about?"

While feeling the injuries suffered by his body, Bei Ming Xiu threw a ginseng Zhi rejuvenation pill into his mouth and said, "There are many, such as ...... Your teacher. ”

Du Sigui scoffed: "Sure enough, it's still this old-fashioned topic." ”

He no longer had the strength to hold the wound, so he simply let go of his hand and let the blood flow, "Northern Meditation Cultivation, although I am defeated, it doesn't mean that I will know everything, and if I say everything, if a person dies, no one knows his secret." ”

Du Sigui grinned and mocked: "I hate you very much, what you want to know, I won't say anything." ”

Bei Ming Xiu looked at him with pity, and said after a while: "Actually, you have long been abandoned by Fang Chengyi. ”

"Nonsense. Du Sigui roared, as if the blood lost from his body had returned to his body, struggling to stand up, but finally fell to the ground again, pointing to the bridge of his nose in Bei Mingxiu, and said angrily, "The master is only one disciple of me, and the dead skin and face named Sikong Jing have not been able to get started, and I am the only one in the world who is qualified to be a disciple of the master!"

"But he always said that I was not worthy, I was not worthy of me, I was obviously much stronger than many so-called geniuses, why could I not be recognized by the master! In the end, I was just a little disobedient to his wishes, and I was expelled from the door wall by him, and finally I was taken in by that Sikong Jing!"

When these words came out, Du Sigui also seemed to have exhausted all the strength of his body, collapsed limply, and said weakly: "Don't you want to ask my teacher, do you want to listen to my story?"

Bei Ming Xiu shook his head and said, "No need, the master of the big village has already heard about it." ”

Du Sigui's eyes gradually faded, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more bitter, and he said to himself: "Why do you think I want to kill you? If it weren't for you, the master wouldn't let me go back to the door." ”

Bei Ming Xiu became slightly interested and asked, "What do you mean?"

Although Du Sigui was about to die, the mocking expression on his face was still extremely vivid, but it was difficult to say whether the mockery was for Bei Ming Xiu or for himself, "At the beginning, when the master found me and said that he wanted to re-admit me and hoped that I would do my best to kill you, I was really happy. ”

"I thought the master really wanted me to come back to the door, until I was confident enough to prepare for the attack. ”

Of course, the Northern Meditation Cultivator remembered that battle.

Anyway, in the end, he won.

Du Sigui closed his eyes, his breath was faint, but his volume did not decrease by half a minute, and his words were full of mockery: "Why don't you die?"

Bei Ming Xiu smiled, "I'm sorry, I'm not an easy person to die. ”

Du Sigui ignored him and continued to mumble, "Why am I not dead yet?"

Bei Ming Xiu said: "I temporarily locked the meridians, for a while, don't think about death." ”

Du Sigui simply gave up all struggles, the whole person was paralyzed on the ground, his expression was numb, and even the sharp pain in his chest could not make this numbness disappear for a moment: "No wonder the master values you, and for this reason, he also uses me as a whetstone, you are really terrible." ”

The Northern Meditation fell into a brief silence.

When he first met Fang Chengyi in the Falling Eagle Mountain Range, the other party had a strong interest in him because of his fallen yuan, and in his opinion, since he inherited his brother's fallen yuan, he should follow him to practice, carry forward their lineage, and destroy the holy pavilion in the future.

But neither then nor now, the Northern Meditation Cultivator did not intend to follow his wishes.

Fang Chengyu was one of the eight immortals who killed his entire family, and he was also the murderer who caused a piece of paradise to be killed.

And Fang Chengyi acted in a wayless way, and planted the Death Demon Eye on Yu Luoxia with the hand of Li Hongchao in the Luoying Mountain Range.

Bei Ming Xiu is not a saint, nor is he a gentleman, at best, he is a son with a good skin.

However, if it was before, no matter how hurtful and unreasonable others did, as long as it didn't harm his Northern Meditation Cultivation, it wouldn't matter to him, but if it was to attack the people around him, he would do whatever it took to knock the other party into the dust, no matter how many years of patience it would take.

The current Northern Meditation Cultivator, in addition to the old habits of the past, will also take out the sword for the injustice in his heart.

Who let him unknowingly already regard himself as the sword cultivator of the Boundless Sword Peak.

Fang Chengyu and Fang Chengyi brothers, he can't get used to it, especially the latter.

He also roughly figured out Du Sigui's situation.

He was just a whetstone given to him by Fang Chengyi.

If he was stoned to death by Du Sigui's whetstone, and the Fallen Yuan inheritance would be cut off, of course Fang Chengyi would not be happy, maybe he would be the first to vent his anger with Du Sigui, if he killed Du Sigui, Fang Chengyi would definitely not shed even a single tear for Du Sigui, and then block his way in the near future, and come back to the previous set.

In any case, Duth is a death after all.

Bei Mingxiu looked at Du Sigui's gaze with more pity. 120

Du Sigui snorted coldly, the blood in his heart splattered again, and his voice gradually weakened with the loss of already little blood: "I don't need your pity." ”

Bei Ming Xiu said: "I have good news for you, I don't plan to enter Fang Chengyi's door. ”

Du Sigui opened his eyes that were gradually dilating, and smiled miserably, but he seemed a little satisfied.

"That's good, no one is competing with me for the position of the disciple of the closed door. ”

Bei Mingxiu raised his eyebrows and said, "That fat man doesn't count?"

"If I don't say it, you're going to keep talking. Just thank you for what you said just now, what can I do if I told you?" Du Sigui closed his eyes again, and the corners of his mouth curled wider. "I'm the master's only disciple, Sikong Jing is not, she is not, it's just that Sikong Jing can't ask for it, she doesn't hesitate to get it. ”

Bei Ming Xiu asked, "Who is she?"

Du Sigui smiled weirdly, leaving the last words of his life.

"Stupid*, I won't tell you. ”

The cold qi of the Northern Darkness that the Northern Darkness Cultivator had left in his body to hang his life suddenly lost its foothold and gradually dissipated.

With a satisfied smile, Du Sigui truly left this world.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't bother to be angry with a dead man, but still said to his corpse: "If you don't say it, I have already vaguely guessed the answer." ”

He lowered his head and muttered with a wry smile, "It's just that I don't want to believe it." ”

There was the sound of footsteps beside the altar.

Bei Mingxiu stood up, looked at the person who came, and said with a wry smile: "Fortunately, I am not dishonored." ”

Si Xiang didn't look at Du Sigui's corpse, but just looked at the blood on his body, the chill on his face grew, and he said, "How is the injury?"

Bei Ming Xiu moved his hands and feet, and said with a smile: "The sword is fast enough, and it doesn't hurt the muscles and bones, so it's not a big problem." ”

Si Xiang looked at him for a moment, and said slightly: "The meridians are so seriously injured, and you still say that the problem is not big?"

Without waiting for Bei Mingxiu to have any rebuttal, she handed out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Bei Mingxiu without saying anything.

Bei Mingxiu shook the small porcelain vase and said in surprise: "Are you really willing?"

Si Xiang said: "Although the Snow Lotus Dew is precious, my family background of the Snow Peak Sword Sect is not as shallow as Xiao Xue said. ”

Bei Mingxiu picked up the small porcelain vase and looked at it curiously.

It is said to be a bottle, but in fact it is only three or four drops.

It is indeed very similar to Miss Yuan Xue's bottle of ginseng rejuvenating pills with only three pieces.

But just these three or four drops of snow lotus dew were enough to heal all the internal injuries he suffered tonight within a quarter of an hour, and it would also be of great benefit to his spiritual cultivation in the future, much better than the medicinal effect of the ginseng zhi rejuvenation pill.

Bei Ming Xiu didn't drink the snow lotus dew, but wanted to put it back in Si Xiang's hand, and said with a smile: "Forget it, I still know the preciousness of the snow lotus dew." ”

Si Xiang frowned slightly, and didn't stretch out his hand to take it, "If I gave it to you, it's yours, it's up to you to drink it or not." ”

The Northern Meditation Cultivator had to accept it.

With the ginseng Zhi rejuvenation pill, coupled with his heavenly humanity, the injury will be healed tomorrow.

After all, he is also a person who has nourished the meridians for more than a year, and this meridian trauma may be heavy for others, but for him, it is not a big problem.

It's just that Si Xiang's complexion is not very good-looking.

Northern Meditation Cultivator could only look innocent.

At this moment, Xu Rusong's voice came leisurely in the night: "It's over, that's good, everything is fine, I can finally sleep well." ”

Bei Mingxiu and Si Xiang glanced at each other, no longer cared about anything, returned to the main village, and rested separately.

Du Sigui fell lonely in the center of the altar, the moonlight was bleak, and it was even more sad.