The old man with black blood on his seven orifices moved his face closer and closer to Liu Qianfang. His eye sockets seemed to be extremely huge because of the eyeballs. The right eyeball rolled around and finally fell out of the eye sockets and drooped on his face.
Next to the nose, it's both funny and scary.
Liu Qianfang had to kneel to the ground after "passing".
"Master, please spare this disciple. I have no choice but to do so!"
Liu Qianfang knelt on the ground, trembling all over, crying, and then fainted.
"Fei'er, stop!" Ke Rui shouted using the lion's roar skill.
Ling Fei'er's hand shook, and the Seven Aperture Heart of Shura fell from her hand into the glazed treasure box. She raised her head in confusion, and looked at Ke Rui. "Fei'er, take it easy!" Ke Rui roared like a lion again.
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Ling Feier's body trembled, and her distracted eyes gradually regained their energy. But it seemed that the red gem attracted her incomparably, and she stretched out her hand to the treasure box again.
Ke Rui came closer to her, lowered her voice, but said clearly, "Ling Fei'er, close your eyes! Head Liu is about to be killed by you!"
Ling Fei'er was shocked, and Ke Rui held her hand hanging above the treasure box, silently holding her hand. Ling Fei'er was obedient and closed her eyes, only her long curved eyelashes were still trembling slightly.
The sky quickly brightened.
The sunlight is either bright or dark, mixed with the shallow and sometimes deep red light of the red holy stone. Everything is so quiet and beautiful, just like the glow of the morning glow.
The crowd seemed to be in a dream, everyone seemed to have just woken up, most of them were sweating coldly, but the sunshine warmed their bodies and possibly their souls.
In the martial arts world, who doesn’t have some blood on their hands?
Whose hands are completely clean and have a clear conscience?
Ke Rui stretched out her other hand, closed the glass treasure box, and then closed the lid of the iron box firmly. Then she let go of Ling Fei'er's hand calmly.
Qiao Xianyong also had a daydream. But his dream was sweet.
He saw his tall and strong father, holding his mother's hand, standing under the shade of a tree and smiling at him. Behind his mother, there seemed to be an old couple standing, like his blind grandmother and the man he had never met.
Grandpa waved at him from afar. But the faces of the two people standing beside his father could not be seen clearly, but they did not look like farmers in the village where he grew up. Qiao Xianyong didn't think much about it. He just shouted loudly, "Mother
, Dad! Look how tall my son has grown now! I’ve also learned a lot of amazing things!”
He saw his parents walking towards him very, very slowly. They seemed tired, but extremely pleased. It was not that his mother had a big belly when she left, but when he was a child, she held his hands and helped him wash his hands.
His clean face looked like slag, and when he smiled, his eyes curled up, like two small crescents.
Suddenly, it was dawn, and the shadowy people around him disappeared. The mother's hand he was holding was empty.
Qiao Xianyong opened his eyes wide. He saw many of the people sitting next to him were rubbing their eyes, some were cursing, some were punching the air, some were shrinking into a ball, and some were slapping themselves.
He saw a sweet smile on Ye Muxin's face, and then the smile disappeared. Just like him, it seemed like he had a wonderful dream.
Wei Hong seemed to have no special expression or movement, and was staring at the center of the high platform with concentration and nervousness.
Qiao Xianyong remembered that it seemed that the Wuyue Sect was fighting for the gems before. He also looked at the stage, and at this time he only heard a group of people shouting in disorder, "Master! Master! Master, wake up!"
There was chaos in the center of the platform.
Twenty or thirty disciples of the Wushan sect gathered around Liu Qianfang, who was lying unconscious on the ground. Some wanted to go find a doctor, some were holding a bowl of water, and some were bold enough to pinch him.
Ke Rui walked towards Liu Qianfang hesitantly, but before she could reach him, the disciples of the Wushan Sect all drew out their swords and stopped in front of her. One of them said viciously, "Our Lady of Yunxiao, you and us The relationship between the Wushan Sect and the Wushan Sect has been forged. Today, the master’s life and death are unknown, and we can’t stop you. Take your people down the mountain quickly! If the master does not die, we, the Wushan Sect, will chase you to the ends of the earth and will not let you go. !”
Ke Rui recognized that the speaker was Wei Wuguang, a disciple of the Wushan Sect. She secretly got angry and felt that the junior was rude. She lowered her head and saw Liu Qianfang, whose face was as white as paper, and endured it again.
She took a step back, hugged her fists at the other leaders and said, "In this case, I hope that you will fulfill your promise and allow me to take the holy stone and my disciples to take the first step."
Wuyouzi's face was so frightened that he was no different from Liu Qianfang. However, Lu Chufu seemed to be still in a trance and nodded casually. Shen Lingfeng had no idea where he had gone, and her colorful disciples were also gone. Ke Rui sighed, motioned to several disciples to pack up the iron boxes, and left together through the trail at the back of the mountain.
Seeing such drastic changes in the organizers, the thousands of people in Wushan all dispersed and left quickly.
On Wushan Mountain in Nuoda, only garbage was left on the ground.
As night fell, the sound of bangs came from Gaoping City. The martial arts ceremony ended unexpectedly and early. Three-quarters of the outsiders had left, as if they all wanted to leave this place as soon as possible.
The night was extremely quiet. Three people in gray robes hurriedly came to the entrance of Baiyun Temple.
One of the tall men asked in a low voice, "Master, what are we doing here?"
The person in front shook his head, turned straight to the east wall of Baiyun Temple, jumped over and entered the courtyard.
Qiao Xianyong and Ye Mu were puzzled, but they followed behind.
A room in the easternmost chamber was still lit by candlelight, and someone could be vaguely seen inside. Wei Hong stood quietly against the window, and his two apprentices followed the same example and stood next to him. There was no atmosphere. Dare to come out.
"Fei'er, do you know what you did today?"
Qiao Xianyong was shocked. This was the voice of Our Lady of the Clouds.
"Master, this disciple doesn't understand." A young voice answered with a choked voice.
It is undoubtedly the lychee girl Ling Feier.
Ke Rui let out a long sigh, patted Ling Fei'er as if to comfort her, and then said slowly, "Fei'er, you have the royal blood of King Gongming of the Western Regions."
As soon as these words came out, no reaction was heard from Ling Fei'er, but Wei Hong's body shook slightly.
Ke Rui continued, "Your parents died when you were three years old. Your mother entrusted you to me before she died, and the secret of your life experience was also entrusted to me. Your mother said that when you become an adult, let me Let me tell you. But before Master tells you, I just want you to know that life is born with a mission, and sometimes you may not be able to make a choice. But no matter what you choose, Master will stand by you. I have your back.”
Qiao Xianyong thought of the question Wei Hong asked him, what is everyone's mission in life, and was shocked in his heart.
Doesn’t the girl in the room even have the right to choose?