"Yue'er, you ......"

Tianhe Zhenren was taken aback, and his eyebrows shrugged slightly and glanced at Qing Tianzhao quietly.

The clothes on Hai Mingyue's body have been changed into new, she moves freely, obviously Ji Chengche did not detain her, but when facing her uncle and her classmates, her expression was cold, her voice was cold, and she did not have the joy she should have when she was rescued.

"Ji Chengqing, what else can you say!"

Tianhe Zhenren's mind turned sharply, and he didn't wait for Hai Mingyue to say anything, and scolded sharply, and his left palm burst out like a knife and slashed towards Ji Chengqing.

Ji Chengche had already predicted that Tianhe Zhenren would take the lead in attacking him, and immediately ran Xiao Qiankun, majestic and galloping, like the Yangtze River, directly injecting the fetal Yuan Shen Knife, and suddenly the knife was like a dragon's chant, and the light burst out, and the ancient runes were like the sky falling wildly, and they were all over the sky, converging into a fierce knife style that attacked and slashed at the eyebrows of Tianhe Zhenren.

"Snort-" The sword qi was frosty, like an invisible ice blade raging and filling the ten zhang radius.

Tianhe Zhenren was slightly awe-inspiring, she didn't dare to provoke the edge of the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife with her flesh palm, and she didn't have time to think about it at the moment, and she waved her sleeves sideways.

"Bang!" The big sleeve collided head-on with the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife, and countless lights flashed brightly, just like the fireworks blooming in the night sky.

Ji Chengche suffered a huge disparity in skill after all, and his body slid backwards with a huge shock, and a wisp of blood oozed from the tiger's mouth.

Tianhe Zhenren's figure shook slightly, and he forcibly fixed his feet without moving.

There was no joy on her face, and at a glance, she saw a crack on her cuff pierced by the Fetal Yuan Divine Knife. If it weren't for the timely response, and relying on the profound skills to eat Ji Chengqing, I was afraid that I would have been split in half at this moment.

Her eyebrows were raised, and the words on her mask were piercing: "Poor Dao swears to get rid of this evil!"

"Wicked woman, don't bully my big brother!" the little potato cried out angrily as she leaned into the hemp pole's arms and clenched her little fist.

Qing Tianzhao sneered when he heard this: "If it's really a black person who is close to ink, a little yellow-haired girl, she also dares to use foul language and humiliate the real people of the immortal family!"

Ji Chengche was furious in his heart, and raised his voice and shouted: "Qing Tianzhao, I want to humiliate you today, do you dare to fight with me?"

Qing Tianzhao was full of anger when he heard his howling voice, and shouted in shock: "Little thief, if you defile the innocence of the female disciples of this sect, everyone will be punished." Amaterasu doesn't want to eliminate harm for the world, why don't you dare!"

Hai Mingyue was angry, and her apricot eyes widened: "Little uncle, why do you want to spew blood?"

Qing Tianzhao wanted to bring down Ji Chengche and snatch back his sweetheart, where could he still take into account Hai Mingyue's feelings, and said with a cold face: "I saw with my own eyes that you were insulted by him that day, although you were unwilling, you eventually damaged the reputation of the master." I think that my Heavenly Taoism is the number one orthodox religion in the world, how can I allow lewd thieves to run rampant!"

Hai Mingyue's face turned pale, and she never dreamed that Uncle Xiao was such a shameless and despicable person, listening to him testify against Ji Chengche in a heartfelt manner, but in fact, he was wantonly framing and destroying his innocence.

Ji Chengche saw Hai Mingyue's bitter appearance, knew that she was wronged, and comforted: "Such a villain, why do you have to talk to him in vain." ”

Tianhe Zhenren said hesitantly: "Ji Chengche, no matter how much you talk about the lotus, it won't help, and you won't be caught yet!"

At this time, I heard a sigh from outside the door, as if someone was talking to himself: "Su Zhen, can't you change your aggressive temper?"

Tianhe Zhenren suddenly heard someone whispering her common name, and the voice was so familiar, she couldn't help but look back, and when she saw the appearance of the person, her face changed dramatically: "It's you!"

An old man with gray hair sat in a wheelchair and was slowly pushed by someone, and it was the ghost who had been waiting for a long time.

Tianhe Zhenren's gaze walked up and down between the ghostly face and the knee-length severed legs, and he was silent for a long time, standing still like a clay sculpture and stone carving.

Her face suddenly resented, suddenly angry, sometimes pitying, and suddenly surprised, and it seemed complicated and indescribable in her heart.

Ghost Wuxian looked at her calmly, but under the calm, there were turbulent waves surging under his eyes.

"Take your life!" Tianhe Zhenren shook and flew up, and three thousand dust silks soared like snow cracking stone avalanche clouds and slapped towards the ghost.

The ghost sat still, his hands stretched out in front of his chest, and his ten fingers flicked like a flower like a harp, and the gentleness contained the ancient meaning of the book.

"Woo-" There was a sudden breeze blowing in the courtyard, and thousands of blue and yellow leaves floated from nowhere, like fluttering butterflies dancing in front of the innocent ghost into a colorful river of magnificent flowers, exuding endless poetry and painting.

"Bo Bo Bo-" The snow waves and flower rivers collided thousands and hundreds of times in an instant, and clusters of bursting qi collapsed, just like fireflies dancing beautifully.

"Three thousand flying flowers and yellow leaves—" Tianhe Zhenren said in a low voice, with a strange bitterness in his voice.

Her figure flew back to the ground in the air, and the dust in her hand suddenly rolled back into a bunch.

The blue and white yellow leaves that swept the sky and the ground fluttered freely, scattering lightly and poignantly between the two, and finally dissolved into wisps of vitality.

Ji Chengqing escorted Guan Yingwu and Ma Pole to retreat outside the circle, bowed to the ghost and said, "Ghost Lao." ”

The ghost innocent bowed back and said: "Famous teacher and apprentice, I am not as good as Mr. Big." ”

"You're a ghost?" Tianhe Zhenren was shocked, "Where's your legs?"

Ghost Wuxian smiled and replied, "I thought he was cumbersome, so I threw him away." ”

"Cumbersome!" Tianhe Zhenren gritted his teeth and suddenly roared, "Xie Wugui, you actually have the face to come out to see me!"

Ghost Wuxian smiled bitterly: "If you don't see each other, you have to see each other." ”

Tianhe Zhenren's new hatred and old hatred surged together, and there seemed to be anger burning in his heart, and he shouted: "I have been looking for you for so many years, and it turns out that you are hiding in this ghost place." You say, "What else can you say?"

Ghost Wuxian was silent for a moment, shook his head and said, "I have failed you, and I have nothing to say." ”

A group of Taoist priests large and small next to him heard the situation, and they were dumbfounded and couldn't control their eyes and ears, eagerly waiting for Tianhe to break the news again.

Ji Chengche was also stunned, he didn't know that there was such a personal grudge between Ghost Wuxian and Tianhe Zhenren, and he couldn't help but admire and sympathize with him even more.

Tianhe Zhenren looked scared, and said slowly: "Okay, you have nothing to say, I won't kill you and swear not to be a person!"

"Keng!" The fairy sword shot out from behind, and she floated up and took it in the air, and the sword stabbed at the ghost.

Ghost Wuxian sat in a wheelchair, and flicked his fingers at the coming fairy sword.

A crisp sound of "ding" The fairy sword was out and failed to stab the ghost.

Tianhe Zhenren gritted his teeth and was silent, his body flew over the sword light, and a sword was as fast as a sword to surround the ghost and attack non-stop.

The ghost didn't say much, but pointed out with the index finger of his right hand, and flicked the sword away one by one.

But listening to the "Ding Ding Ding" Jin Shi Ming is endless, the high and low are getting more and more sick, the big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate like the sound of the piano, and the sword blade is never handed to the ghost innocent within three feet.

Tianhe Zhenren was about to crack, and attacked more than 20 swords, but the ghost still only flicked the sword with his fingers and did not fight back.

She suddenly retracted her sword and said hatefully: "Xie Wuqi, you ungrateful and despicable villain, I have already had a grudge against you, why do you need to behave?"

The middle-aged man pushing a wheelchair behind Ghost Wuxian said in a deep voice: "Tianhe Zhenren, you only complain that my master failed you back then, but why don't you ask him if he has other troubles?!"

The ghost innocent shouted: "Hope, talk!"

"What's in his troubles, it's just a wolf's heart!"

"What kind of wolf heart and dog lungs? Back then, the master's legs were wasted and he was ashamed of himself, so he walked away in order not to drag you down. He never married a master in Beijing in his life, and after all, it's not all for you!"

"You're lying!" Tianhe Zhenren was stunned, and Zhenjian pointed at the evil chest and shouted, "I don't believe it!"

The ghost sighed and said, "I know what you have suffered. ”

"What do you know, do you know how I've survived all these years? Every night before I go to sleep, I swear to the heavens that I must cut out your heart with a sword and see what color it is!"

"I'm looking for you, I hate you, I want to kill you...... As a result, you hid like a mouse in this filthy ditch and did not dare to see me, and broke your legs - haha, retribution, this must be retribution!"

She laughed wildly, but instead of the slightest pleasure and comfort, the laughter was full of indignation and unforgettable hatred.

After decades of time, it seems that the years have passed empty, and who knows that when he says goodbye, his hair is gray and withered, and his legs are broken and lonely.

He did suffer retribution, but she was not happy at all, but felt empty and extremely dazed, the fairy sword in her hand rose and fell as if she had no longer obeyed the call, and all kinds of past came to her heart in turn, with joy and sorrow, love and hate.

The Heavenly Dao Sect disciples present all looked embarrassed, but no one dared to step forward to persuade and appease themselves.

"Su Zhen, I don't expect you to understand, but it's up to you. ”

"Understand? You, do you think that a light word of understanding can count on me to spare you? I will never let you go!" Tianhe Zhenren's expression was uncertain, and the fairy sword in his hand stabbed down with a sword according to the ghost innocence.

Halfway through the sword, her hideous expression turned cold, the tip of the sword was crooked, and she jumped over the courtyard wall in despair.

"Xie Wuqi, I don't want your pity, I hate you!"

Qing Tianzhao opened his mouth and said in shock: "Uncle Tianhe, where are you going? Come back quickly." ”

Tianhe Zhenren was stunned, and there was an intermittent whisper from afar: "Leaning on the Danger Pavilion, hatred is like grass, and the flowers are still alive." After reading the farewell of the green skull outside the willow, the red coat by the waterside was divided, and he was secretly shocked. Unprovoked Heaven and Grace. The night moon is a dream, and the spring breeze is tender. How can I be happy and entertain gradually with the flowing water, the sound of the strings is broken, the green silk fragrance is reduced, and the pieces of flying flowers are late, and the rain is cloudy. The pinned out, and the yellow oriole cried a few more times......"

The voice is insignificant, and the person is far away.

The ghost innocent lost his mind and whispered: "That can be a piece of flying flowers late, and the rain is cloudy." Positive pinning ......"

It turned out that this song was sung euphemistically on the bank of the river under the moon on the night of the two people's love.

"Don't go!" he let out a roar of excitement, and his half-crippled body flew into the air and disappeared in a moment. (83 Chinese Net.)