Still clear in the dream

Author: Ke Yuyu

Still clear in the dream

Although Master Chiyang said that he was no longer seriously injured, and the outer disciples had no servants qualified to take care of him, Hao Yuan thought about the rumored Master Baishi, and finally called a female disciple who lived nearby to explain. She paid more attention, coming in at various times throughout the day to take care of her, and then slowly walked out.

The sun shone on a lush tree at the entrance of the courtyard. Hao Yuan squinted at the newly pulled out twigs and leaves, and sighed in his heart: How many talented people in the Blue Sky Realm are just like these new branches and leaves, and the old ones are getting old. , new ones have come up again, which one can always dominate the branch? Will a great swordsman like Shiraishi Zhenren eventually return to dust? I don’t know if the small branch of his disciple will have a chance to grow up.

…

Why can't I move again? Are I trapped in the restriction again?

"Master!"

Whose cry was heard in her ears? Is it myna or herself?

No, what about myna?

Blood and tears blurred her vision. She tried her best to open her eyes and saw Bago walking steadily in front of the two demons with his chest held out.

"I'm fat, have a lot of blood, and have good bones. Let him go and I'll take his place!"

This is the voice of Bage, who wants to replace Seventh Brother with himself.

"Hahaha..." This was the wild laughter of the two demon cultivators. They were laughing at Brother Bago for being so stupid!

"Huh?" The demon cultivator named Jian grabbed Bago in surprise, "These are twins!"

"Twins! Look! Don't the three sect masters have a reward? Maybe the Holy Lord really appeared and gave us this opportunity, so that we can accomplish two major things in one trip!"

Jian Zhixing shouted ecstatically, while Ding Hao, who was half burnt, also stared at Zhisu and Shouxuan, his face dim and uncertain.

"That prophecy is wrong! No, no, no! The prophecy is not wrong, maybe the three sect leaders understood it wrong! So that's what it means!" Jian Zhixing shouted in confusion, "I have to let the three sect leaders take a closer look."

"You brat, I can't touch you!"

Jian Zhixing jumped up violently, with several more injuries on his body.

However, the second brother Rusong and the third brother Yunqing saw Lao Ba and rushed up. Seeing that both junior brothers fell into the hands of the enemy, they could no longer hold back and commanded a puppet to cover them up.

The two demon cultivators seemed to be somewhat restrained. One was holding the seventh brother, Zhisu, and the other was carrying the eighth brother, Shouxuan. In addition, they were injured earlier, so they were unable to suppress the attack on the second and third brothers.

"You bastard! Why are you so stupid!..." The person who was scolding him incessantly was actually the seventh brother, who was scolding the eighth brother.

For the first time in their lives, everyone saw that Zhisu could curse so easily, be so angry, use such colorful language, and have such rich expressions.

"You're stupid! You still want to trap me..." It was also the first time that Bago didn't lose the battle and retorted confidently.

The two of them were arguing so much that the demon cultivator couldn't stand it anymore, so he slapped each other and sealed the mouths of the hostages in his hands, but the seventh brother and the eighth brother were still glaring at each other angrily, with identical faces both turning red.

After all, the third brother couldn't see his eyes, and his level was too low. The demon cultivator named Jian bypassed the puppet and attacked him from behind, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood.

The man surnamed Jian was about to apply another slap when, somehow, he was hit under the ribs by Bago, who had broken free from the restraints. The blow was deflected, and then Bago was also injured.

"Humph!" Bage gasped, blood coming out of his mouth, but he held up a thunderbolt in his hand, "I also have this thing! If you dare to hurt my brother again, I will blow myself up."

It’s gone! You won’t get a single bone!”

The one named Jian actually stopped. He didn't expect that this junior Qi practitioner with the lowest cultivation level would have so many tricks!

Then, a flying sword message came flying in, and a hurried voice came from inside saying that the real Chiyang from Shangqing Mountain would arrive with his team soon.

"Is there really support in Shangqing Mountain?"

The two demon cultivators were a little panicked, and after some low-spirited discussion, they tied the seventh brother and the eighth brother to their backs, and then flew away in a flash of black light.

"Myna!"

She hit the restraints again and again, but to no avail. She watched helplessly as the seventh brother and the eighth brother just kept away from each other.

The second brother and the third brother were also anxious. The second brother forced himself onto the flying sword and then fell off. They were all injured. It is amazing that they can hold on until now.

When people came to Shangqing Mountain, they only saw that the once beautiful Shaoqing Mountain was in devastation, with broken trees and collapsed houses, and the mountain collapsed. The two disciples beat the ground in extreme pain, crying blood.

How did she get to the ground?

Oh, it was the third brother who was careful and remembered the direction where the seventh brother and the eighth brother went out, and asked Master Chiyang to follow the earth's veins and find the Jiu Jue Shuttle. At this time, the restrictions were gradually loosened, and she was rescued.

The second brother held her head full of blood and cried bitterly. The third brother closed his eyes tightly, and the tears of blood did not stop.

But she couldn't cry.

She felt dizzy as if she were stepping in a quagmire, with one foot deep and the other shallow. She used her hands to collect everything she could.

Under the mostly collapsed Qingyun Barrier, the eldest brother Xi Yan and his aunt who was searching for pearls were holding hands and sleeping quietly, with rivers of blood flowing under their bodies. She threw herself on her and shouted, but she wouldn't wake up.

Auntie! Don’t you want your little taro?

From the entrance of Qishe Village to the middle of the village, half of the houses collapsed. Fortunately, most people hid in the deepest cellar in advance, and only a dozen people who stayed outside were injured.

That's Aunt Liu!

Aunt Liu collapsed on the way to the entrance of the village. She might have been worried that her pearl-hunting aunt would run out.

Nianzi Huamei burst into tears, and Uncle Liu suddenly became much shorter and no longer as energetic as before.

The third brother wrapped the eldest brother and aunt with the remaining piece of blue cloud barrier and forced her back to the mountain.

She didn't dare to go back, she refused to go back.

There is nothing on the mountain, so why are Master and Sixth Brother missing?

She dug and dug at the place where her master disappeared, and she dug and dug at the place where Sixth Brother disappeared, but there was nothing but a piece of scorched earth and a handful of bloody mud...

"Xiaojiu!" The second brother held her, and the third brother held her, calling her with tears in his eyes, but she was still dumbfounded: "Xiaojiu? What about the numbers one to eight in front?"

Who is crying?

Who is lamenting?

"The foothills of Shaoqing, the corner of Guiyun.

Show your courage and spirit, be magnanimous and magnanimous.

Flying leopards lurk in the west, and hidden dragons watch in the east.

The long road is clear and the sound of the sword is strong.

Donate your body to the world, and your spirit will follow you.

The moment is so vast, and the passing water is hard to come back.

The cloud road is running high, the sadness of losing the jade.

Alas!

It’s a calamity stone!”

Is he the owner of Yuanheng Island? He was wearing a white robe, playing the piano and playing the piano at the same time. He sang so loudly that his clothes were soaked through. In the end, the strings broke and the man fell down.

The white curtains all over the mountain and the paper money flying in the air were sprinkled by the villagers of Qishe Village. The elegiac couplets on the plain flags were sent by the island owners on the sea. The blood-stained stone tablets were written by the second brother with his own fingers.

It was carved out of nowhere.

Master's people and swords have disappeared between heaven and earth. Master, is your soul still in Shaoqing?

Aunt, eldest brother, sixth brother, are your souls still in Shaoqing? Are you secretly watching Xiaojiu somewhere?

Or will it go with the wind?
Chapter completed!