Xuanyuan Ziyi didn't know why Wu Qiutian didn't wake up even though his body was completely well, and she didn't want him to wake up immediately.

After several temptations, she was automatically protected by the ancestral spirit in Wu Qiutian's body and bounced back, and she had no way to take Wu Qiutian, so she could only pace back and forth in the room.

The less people want something, the faster what they don't want comes. Just three days after she was at a loss, Wu Qiutian's body moved, and Xuanyuan Ziyi hurriedly walked over, but Wu Qiutian was not awake.

From between Wu Qiutian's moving fingers, a group of green insects flew out, and the whole body of the small insects emitted green light, and then after the fanghua, a green moth with a head and a laughing head appeared in front of him.

The green moths kept flying around Wu Qiutian's body, and they were full of hostility to Xuanyuan Ziyi, who was a little bit of a god. From time to time, green juice erupted from her mouth, and although the green juice did not stain Xuanyuan Ziyi's body, it destroyed the formation she had arranged in the room.

Xuanyuan Ziyi cleaned and repaired the formation, otherwise all the floors of the inn would be corroded, and I am afraid that those mortals would not be so easy to give up.

Day after day, Xuanyuan Ziyi had been waiting, until this day, she felt that the true qi in her body was not as good as before, thinking about what her father had said, she couldn't help but hesitate.

These days, she has been taking care of Wu Qiutian, and even the shopkeeper of the inn said when she met someone: "The girl in purple on the second floor is really good, her husband is seriously ill and she is in bed, it is rare for her to be lonely, if she is replaced by another woman, with such a look, I am afraid that she would have abandoned her husband and remarried someone else." ”

The rumors gradually spread to Xuanyuan Ziyi's ears, and she was at a loss for words, and she didn't want to explain too much.

Flying to Jicheng and looking around, Xuanyuan Ziyi took out a cyan jade sword from the storage bag, aimed at the jade sword and pinched a few tricks, and a majestic voice came from the other end of the jade sword: "Ziyi, but the matter is done?"

Xuanyuan Ziyi was silent for a while, and then said, "Father, Ziyi is useless, and he can't take out the ancestral spirit in his body. And every time my daughter tries to seize the ancestral spirit, there will be a suction force in his body, which will suck my power away. The realm itself is falling all the way, and if it continues like this, my daughter is afraid that she will not be able to support it for long. ”

In the world, if there is no force, I am afraid that sooner or later it will become fish on the chopping block of others.

The voice pondered for a while and said, "It's okay, you continue to stay by his side, find out what's going on, the realm has fallen to the ground, and I will have someone take you back." ”

As soon as he put away the jade sword that was transmitted, a figure walked from the direction of Shuofang City. A young man in a cyan costume looked embarrassed, and Xuanyuan purple clothes could clearly see that the young man was exhausted, but he was still running wildly.

What attracted her attention was not the young man's actions, but the young man's appearance, this person she had seen before, this person was Zhou Xianru who was with Wu Qiutian.

Zhou Xianru's speed was not too fast, Xuanyuan Ziyi hesitated slightly, moved his feet, and quietly followed Zhou Xianru.

Zhou Xianru ran wildly all the way, the bun on his head had already been scattered, draped over his shoulders, and his former jet-black hair had turned into a dry yellow, covered with dust.

He held the waist card of Zhirutang in his hand, and did not encounter any obstacles along the way.

When the sergeants at the gate of Jicheng City saw him like this, they didn't dare to stop him, and his speed was three points faster than that of the war horse, so those sergeants didn't even have time to stop him.

Breaking through the thresholds, Zhou Xianru finally arrived at the main hall of Zhiru Hall in Jicheng, as soon as he saw the old ancestor, he knelt down in front of Dong Shuzhong, the master of the Zhiru Hall with white hair, and told the old ancestor his grievances with firm eyes.

"Shouren is dead, for the sake of a junior of the Witch Sect, the guardians of the God Emperor Valley who claim to be the descendants of the God Clan, they are killing in Southern Chu. The Nanchu branch hall existed in name only, the Nanchu court was shaken, and you came to the main hall alone, just to let the old man avenge Shouren. Dong Shuzhong said lightly.

Zhou Xianru nodded: "Please ask the ancestor to avenge the master." ”

"Xianru, you child I grew up watching, you are peaceful by nature, but now you are angry, why is this? Besides, do you know what the strength of Zhiru Hall is now, but you have the capital to fight with the God Emperor Valley?" Dong Shuzhong said without being salty or light.

Zhou Xianru said: "Could it be that three million Confucian disciples are still afraid that he will not succeed in the Divine Emperor Valley?"

"Afraid? haha, Dong Shuzhong has encountered His Majesty's Shang Fang Sword when he was young, and he has seen the enemy's arrows on the battlefield, and he has also seen our general's broadsword. was chased by cultivators all over the mountain, and he was never afraid. I'm worried that you'll be too angry and let hatred blind you. Revenge, is it so important?" Dong Shuzhong laughed at first, and then his face became more and more serious.

His expression changed slightly, and he was a little surprised by the old ancestor's reaction: "Old ancestor, the Confucian Hall does not care about the merits and demerits of the cultivation realm, and hides in the court, and has always regarded indisputability as the right way. However, the Divine Emperor Valley deceived people too much, and bombarded and killed the master and uncle in broad daylight, knowing how to save the face of the Confucian Hall? The disciple has the courage to ask the old ancestor to come forward and ask the Divine Emperor Valley for an explanation!"

"When your master died, Shouren said that he was to blame, and when Shouren died, couldn't the old man say that he was to blame? Death and life have life, wealth is in heaven, and Confucianism is fundamentally about helping the people through the world, and no longer fighting for life and death. Dong Shuzhong was not in a hurry at all, his eyes were flat.

Zhou Xianru was a little anxious: "If the old ancestor doesn't come out, although the disciple has learned a little, he will also go to the Valley of the Divine Emperor and ask those hypocrites!"

Saying such things in a hurry, he also felt a little courageous, he was not afraid of all the uncles and uncles and grandfathers in the Confucian Hall since he was a child, and the only thing he was afraid of was the ancestor who could determine the country in one word.

Dong Zhongshu stood up and helped Zhou Xianru up: "The young man is strong-blooded, he is alive, he should be persistent, and the old man will come forward for the death of Shouren." That kid from the Wumen, if he was lucky enough not to die in the hands of the two juniors in the God Emperor Valley, and the old man came forward and killed him on the spot, do you think this request is too much?"

Zhou Xianru took a deep breath, he knew that he was too arrogant, and the words of the ancestor were a wake-up call for him. But he was helpless, the two brothers Wu Qiu Tian and Wu Dingtian did not know the life and death, and the masters in the Southern Chu Kingdom of Zhirutang were killed and injured. If Zhirutang endures like this, sooner or later, the claws of the Divine Emperor Valley will reach out to them.

"The old ancestor is angry, and the Confucian does not know how to advance or retreat, please ask the old ancestor Haihan. If someone must die, Xianru is willing to use his own life to calm the anger in the chest of the ancestor. Zhou Xianru's expression became flat, the matter of the cultivation realm, either killed today or killed tomorrow.

His life was saved by Wu Qiutian, and at this time, he had no reason to let Wu Qiutian die, and he would survive in the world.

"There are the most idiots in the world, this is not terrible, what is terrible is that idiots touch idiots. Okay, don't say more, whether it's the remnants of the Wumen or the enemies of the God Emperor Valley! Dong Shuzhong finally agreed, which made Zhou Xianru obviously relieved.

What the future holds, this young man does not know for the time being, a vengeful anger prompts him to come from Southern Chu to Han day and night, and after fulfilling his wish, he does not know what he should do.

The eldest brother who saved his life in Yunmengze has been killed, and all he can do is to avenge him.

Death and life are fate, and Zhou Xianru, who has always listened to the teachings of Confucianism, knows the saying of sacrificing life for righteousness, so his master is gone, his uncle is gone, and his eldest brother is gone, he can hold back and not cry, but deep in his heart, the sad mood is still spreading.

Xuanyuan Ziyi was really restrained, even Dong Shuzhong didn't find out about her existence, and after Dong Shuzhong left, Zhou Xianru found a corner alone and sobbed.

It is said that men don't flick when they have tears, but Zhou Xianru cried, and Xuanyuan Ziyi couldn't understand this.

The sun was sinking, Zhou Xianru had been in a daze in the corner for several hours, and Xuanyuan Ziyi realized that it was not too early, and then left immediately.

Dong Shuzhong, who was in the study, looked up at the sky and said to himself, "There is such a young master?"

Back in the inn, the smiling shopkeeper greeted Xuanyuan Ziyi very familiarly: "Lady of the Wu family, you're back!"

For this title, Xuanyuan Ziyi neither admits nor denies, and goes with the flow.

Wu Qiutian's fingers in the guest room were still trembling very frequently, and the rumors said that Wu Qiutian was already a living dead, and persuaded Xuanyuan Ziyi to remarry as soon as possible. It's just that Xuanyuan Ziyi has never listened to the words of these mortals.

After a few lessons, she no longer tried to absorb the Wu Clan Ancestral Spirit in Wu Qiutian's body, but chose to awaken Wu Qiutian. The longer she was with him, the more curious she became, curious about what had kept him going until now, and what had made him refuse to wake up, even though he was intact.

Wet a towel from the wooden basin on the side, and carefully wiped the sweat beads on her face for Wu Qiutian, she has taken care of him like this these days.

Now Wu Qiutian's situation is obviously much better than before, at least, his fingers are not just moving, but all of them are moving, and his eyes are constantly rolling under his noses.

Sometimes Xuanyuan Ziyi suspected that Wu Qiutian had woken up, because in the past two days, even the big green moth was no longer hostile to her, and sometimes it would restrain the poisonous gas and poison powder on her body and stay on her shoulder.

Wu Qiutian, who wiped away the beads of sweat, didn't look like that kind of handsome and unusually handsome man, and his angular face showed fortitude. Xuanyuan Ziyi lay in front of the bed, carefully observing Wu Qiutian's facial features.

A burst of red light flashed, and Xuanyuan Ziyi was so frightened that he took a few steps back, relying on his advanced cultivation to not fall to the ground.

Wu Qiutian's neck squirmed, and Xiao San, with a red light, came out of his body little by little, and the first thing he said was: "Suffocate the old bird, the boss is really unkind." ”