Shortly after she left, an old man with white hair and white beard appeared in place, his face covered with scars, and his black robe was stained with dirt, looking a little dirty.

The old man held a small incense burner in his hand and looked calm. But his gaze was deep and distant, for his attention was all focused on the ten-zhang square piece of dead grass.

There was Wu Dingtian lying on the ground, and Wu Dingtian at this time was not in human form, but in the form of a big ape.

The old man sniffed vigorously in the air, and suddenly reached out and grabbed Wu Dingtian's body.

The old man with a strange look touched Wu Dingtian's soft arm, probed his pulse, and suddenly showed a strange smile: "Good thing, really good thing, I didn't expect that this materially poor Nanchu would have such a good thing as the Akajiri horse monkey." Hehe, when Dao Ye refines you into a puppet, it will not be in vain for you to be born with a good root bone. ”

After wandering in Nanchu for a few days, the old man left Nanchu with Wu Dingtian's body.

Because of Wang Shouren's death in the city, the Southern Chu Branch of Zhirutang has become chaotic, and people with a little ability have followed Wang Shouren to the northern suburbs, but Wang Shouren walked from the northern suburbs to the southern suburbs, and none of the people who went out with him came back.

This means that those people are already dead, otherwise, they will definitely appear as soon as Wang Shouren dies. Officials large and small were in a mess, and as long as the novels "One", "Ben", and "Reading" were related to Zhirutang, they all became panicked.

The emperor was furious, and angrily reprimanded the two palace worshippers for not protecting Wang Shouren, although the two worshippers were out of the dust, but they couldn't turn their faces with the emperor, so they had to swallow their anger.

But their eyes never left the King for a moment.

Knowing the death of his uncle, Zhou Xianru was like a mourner, he was an orphan, and he depended on his master and uncle, but he didn't expect that his master was gone, and now even his uncle is gone.

It was the master who taught him things since he was a child, and it was the master who raised him, and the master was just a name. So he wasn't very sad about the death of his master, but the death of his uncle Wang Shouren made him grief-stricken.

Standing next to Wang Shouren's corpse, Zhou Xianru clenched his fists, his eyes like a man-eating jackal.

The two worshippers felt his gaze, and they didn't feel a chill in their hearts. For a long time, "God Emperor Valley!" three words popped out between his teeth, and there was no longer the inherent elegance of that little Confucian in his eyes, but the endless violence in his eyes.

The court was noisy, and the emperor was annoyed, and ordered Wang Shouren to be buried with princely gifts, and chose the name Wenzhong, and then let the noisy ministers retreat from the court.

Without the emperor's Jinluan Palace, the ministers seemed even more unscrupulous, and spit flew one by one. There are those who are worried about the future of Nanchu, and there are those who are worried about their future prospects.

The military generals of Wenchen are basically polarized, Wenchen is the head of Wang Shouren, and the military generals are obedient to the British king. Now that the civil servants have no leader, then the civil officials will be very sad in the future.

"Shut up for me! Uncle Shi is gone, and there are still me, and there are so many senior brothers, what are you afraid of! From today on, Senior Brother will temporarily take charge of the Southern Chu Dynasty, and I will go to the headquarters of Zhirutang. Wiping away his tears, Zhou Xianru, a descendant of the Southern Chu Zhiru Hall, showed the waist card of the inner disciple of the Zhiru Hall, and set the country in one word.

Among the survivors, only Zhou Xianru and Senior Brother have the waist card of the inner disciple of Zhiru Hall, but Senior Brother is a person who does not know how to arrange and only knows how to obey orders, so he stood up and said.

The senior brother in the crowd who didn't say a word looked at Zhou Xianru in surprise, and then rarely separated the crowd, walked up to Zhou Xianru and said, "Senior brother, it's a long way to go to the main hall, and I know that there is no communication inside the Confucian hall, why don't you go for my brother?"

Zhou Xianru stiffened his neck and said: "Senior brother is kind, Confucianism is understood, senior brother regards his uncle as a father, and so does Confucianism." Confucianism is out of character, I am afraid that I will not be able to control the government, if the Great Chu Dynasty is in turmoil, I am afraid that it will make the master die blindly. Senior brother rest assured, even if Xianru is dead, he must seek justice for his uncle. ”

On the road alone, he wants to seek justice for his uncle and see if there is only one family in this world, the God Emperor Valley. So many people died at once, and the life and death of the eldest brother were unknown, which made Zhou Xianru change dramatically in an instant.

The senior brother was still a little worried, but seeing Zhou Xianru's firm eyes, he no longer insisted.

When he said those words, the Chinese courtiers were all surprised that this Zhou Xianru, who had always valued peace, and Zhou Xianru, who was the most favored in the main hall of the Zhiru Hall, could say such a thing.

On the way away, Xuanyuan Wuyi hesitated for a long time, but still asked his heart: "Big brother, why did you let that little girl take that stinky boy? ”

"You're right, although Wu Xianyun is a member of the Wumen, his name is not right after all, but the identity of that woman, if my guess is correct, is an existence that the God Emperor Valley will never be able to provoke. If you annoy the woman and the forces behind her, even if the God Emperor Valley is entrenched in Kyushu, it will be impossible to escape the doom of annihilation. God can't say the hidden worries in his heart, but he still keeps the identity of the woman in purple secret.

"But big brother, that little girl doll is just one person, why don't you kill her and bring that kid back from Wu Qiutian?" asked Xuanyuan without any blame.

God had no time to speak, and it was not that he had not thought about what his brother said, but he did not dare to do it. Even the woman he was not sure to defeat, let alone what kind of power would exist behind the woman.

Xuanyuan Wuyi really wanted to know what kind of person could make the eldest brother like this, but he also knew the character of Shen Wuji very well, if he didn't want to say it, even if someone forced him with a sword, he wouldn't say it.

He couldn't think of a force that the God Emperor Valley couldn't provoke, but he was now starting to worry a little that if that person wanted to save Wu Qiutian, then when Wu Qiutian grew up, he would become a big problem for the God Emperor Valley.

All of Xuanyuan's worries were written on his face, and he was angry and funny after reading it.

After a while, he saw that Xuanyuan Wuyi was still the same, and said with a smile: "That person shouldn't be an enemy, you don't have to worry too much, perhaps, she left that kid's life for other purposes." Besides, before leaving, I smashed all the meridians on his body with one foot, and in this life, if he wants to re-cultivate, I am afraid it will be more difficult than ascending to the heavens. ”

"The eldest brother deserves to be the eldest brother, and he is really powerful. With his brother's explanation, Xuanyuan Wuyi, who suddenly became enlightened, said with a smile.

Shen Wuji's face turned from sunny to cloudy: "This time you have caused a big disaster, I am afraid that the valley master will let you go out to pay for your life at that time." The branch master of Nanchu, who knows Confucianism and knows it, has been killed by you, and those crazy Confucians will definitely not give up. You pay attention to me later, and then go crazy, be careful that I send you back to the North Hell. ”

Like a child who has done something wrong, he is very conscious of his underground head, and Xuanyuan is not to blame At this time, he has completely lost his temper.

What the eldest brother said, after he sobered up, he also thought that it was harmless whether a witch Qiutian was dead or alive, but it was a Wang Shouren, but it was not an existence that said that if people were killed, they would be killed.

Nervously following his brother, he knew that now that the matter was a foregone conclusion, he didn't have much to do.

Seeing that his attitude of admitting his mistakes is quite good, after all, they are all brothers who are related to flesh and blood, and it is not too much to be out of reach.

After walking for a while, Shen Wuji said to Xuanyuan Wuji: "Don't go back with me this time, otherwise you know the temper of the valley master, let him know, even if you don't pay for your life, I'm afraid I will give you a beating." ”

Xuanyuan was moved by the blame, his life was saved by his brother at the beginning, and now that he made a mistake again, it was his brother who came forward to solve it.

But it was said that Xuanyuan Ziyi left Nanchu directly with Wu Qiutian, and the land of Kyushu and the nine kingdoms were divided, and no one could help anyone, maybe it would be better to change places.

Wu Qiutian never woke up all the way, according to his physical condition, he should have woken up a long time ago, but he has always been like a living dead.

It's not that I can't, but I don't want to.

Wang Shouren gave him the feeling of being as kind as a relative, although the time spent with him was not too long, but Wang Shouren's temper was almost the same as that of his master and the lich, and this wine made him unconsciously a little dependent on Wang Shouren.

The soul kept piecing together fragments of memory in the chaos, and a soft and powerful force kept repairing his broken meridians and dantian.

This is the Wu Ancestral Spirit helping him, but he doesn't want to wake up, he feels that sleeping like this may be the best reward for those who care about him.

There is also a Wu Dingtian and a Zhou Xianru by his side, he doesn't want these people he cares about to die tragically one by one.

Ling'er left, reluctantly, the memory fragments were slowly pieced together, the soul was temporarily stabilized, and the ancestral spirit repaired the dantian's forehead very quickly, but the speed of repairing the soul was very slow.

Shen Wu's kick not only hurt Wu Qiutian's internal organs and dantian meridians, but also hurt his soul.

If it weren't for the cultivation of the Witch Sect's soul suppression technique, which made his soul three points stronger than ordinary people, maybe he would be a dead man now.

The most fragile soul would never be able to withstand the kind of domineering attack that God has no way to do.

In Jicheng of the Han Kingdom, there was a young man lying on a hardwood bed in a not luxurious inn, his meager lips were chapped, and his sword eyebrows were frowned. Wu Qiutian, whose face was as yellow as gold paper, lay motionless on the bed, and Xuanyuan Ziyi, who was sitting beside him, slowly stretched out his jade hand to Wu Qiutian's chest.

A yellow aura entered Wu Qiutian's chest at a speed visible to the naked eye, black beads of sweat appeared on his body, and the yellow aura that penetrated into it little by little was strongly resisted.

After a while, Xuanyuan Ziyi was shocked and took a few steps back, almost falling to the ground, she looked at her palm that was already red with a complicated expression, and then looked at Wu Qiutian on the bed, and slowly closed her hand behind her.