What kind of enemy makes people despair?

Master Xuanjing spat out a mouthful of blood-stained saliva. He was in a mess, panting like an ox, but his eyes were fixed on the man in green shirt in front of him.

The man in green shirt looked at his torn cuffs and found it very interesting. He even praised Master Xuanjing: "You are worthy of being called the first person to overcome the tribulation. He can actually break my defense. He does have some strength." . If you didn’t have to die, I would even have the idea of ​​accepting you as my disciple.”

After hearing this, Master Xuanjing twitched his lips in self-mockery, his eyes full of unwillingness.

The so-called despair means that even if you try your best to strike, your opponent's clothes will be damaged and you will be unable to fight back.

"Why are you saying this hypocritically? If you want to kill me, kill me. Even if you want to, I don't even bother to accept you as my teacher." Master Xuanjing snorted coldly, swallowed the blood in his throat, and saw him shout loudly, with the words "Death" He rushed towards the man in green shirt with determination.

Even if a moth flies into a flame, he will only die standing and never live on his knees!

Master Xuanjing mobilized all his spiritual energy, and even stretched his lifespan in exchange for the last spell - the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, black clouds gathered in the sky, there was a faint roar of thunder, and silver light loomed, And such a large formation is only used to deal with one enemy.

——An enemy that Xuanjing Zhenren must defeat.

"You can actually attract thunder and disaster. Your talent is indeed very high. In time, you may be able to surpass me." The man in green shirt looked at the robbery cloud and exclaimed, with regret in his tone.

Master Xuanjing knew that ordinary spells were just scratching an itch for him, so he chose to try his best to attract thunder and disaster, and maybe even hurt himself.

It's just a pity...

Thunder Tribulation struck down Master Xuanjing when he rushed in front of the man in green shirt. The terrifying pressure turned the yard into ruins. Even the sign hanging at the door broke into two halves when it was swept into the air, and fell deeply into the air. on the ground.

"Actually, I quite cherish talents." The man in blue shirt said to himself, then threw something into the sky——

The huge formation suddenly unfolded and turned into an indestructible shield to catch all the calamity clouds. However, Master Xuanjing's attack was only half a foot away from him and could no longer advance half a step further.

——He is not afraid of thunder disaster at all.

"puff--"

The sound of something penetrating the body was so clear.

Master Xuanjing finally couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. He lowered his head and penetrated his body with one hand.

The next second, Master Xuanjing was thrown away by the man in green shirt like a piece of garbage, and fell heavily to the ground.

The man in green shirt looked curiously at the warm blood dripping from his hand, and said with a look of sudden realization: "It turns out that the blood of geniuses is also red."

"thank you for telling me."

The man in green shirt walked slowly to the side of Master Xuanjing, whose life and death were unknown, with his hands behind his back. He was smiling clearly, but his kick to Master Xuanjing was extremely cruel.

Master Xuanjing groaned, blood soaked his clothes, turning them mottled and red-eyed.

"But what I hate the most is geniuses."

"So, please go die."

…

"Bang!"

It was the violent sound of a body hitting a hard object.

"Senior brother!" Li Zhishan exclaimed and ran over like flying.

Li Zhishan's voice pulled Du Xuanqing back from his distraction. Only then did he realize that he had accidentally lost his strength and knocked Gu Jia away. He ran over to see Gu Jia in a panic.

Over there, Gu Jia was lying in the rubble that he had knocked out. A stream of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were closed and his face was pale. He looked like he had passed out.

Li Zhishan's heart tightened, and he quickly grabbed Gu Jia's hand and examined it carefully. He found that although the injury was serious, fortunately, it did not cause any irreparable disease.

Xuanqing quickly took the elixir and fed it to Gu Jia. After a while, Gu Jia's breathing became much calmer.

"Sect Master, although it was my senior brother who requested the training, you can't do it so lightly!" Li Zhishan was so distressed when he saw Gu Jia's appearance that he even accused Xuan Qing angrily. He regretted it as soon as he said it.

Even if Xuan Qing is at fault, he is not someone who, as a junior, can scold him at will.

"Sect Master...I...I didn't mean that..." Li Zhishan hesitated to speak.

Xuanqing waved his hand and did not care about Li Zhishan's offense. Instead, he hammered his head in annoyance. The inexplicable uneasiness in his heart became stronger and stronger. He asked Li Zhishan to take care of Gu Jia and left in a hurry.

Before he had gone far, he saw the elders all coming to him in unison. They must have felt something.

Several people looked at each other and realized that something terrible had happened.

Xuan Qing's mind flashed inexplicably with the face of Master Xuan Jing, and he couldn't help but frown in worry.

Uncle Master...

…

Qin Moyu simply couldn't believe that the ruins in front of him were the courtyard he was familiar with. His feet seemed to be filled with lead, and they felt extremely heavy without taking a step. He stumbled towards the courtyard. The closer he got to the courtyard, the faster his breathing became, and the air was filled with The burning smell was extremely pungent.

How could this happen...what happened...

As he walked in the ruined yard, he felt like the world was spinning. He opened his mouth, but when the storm in his heart reached his lips, he could only whimper like a trapped animal.

Master, where are you?

Qin Moyu was anxious and searched the yard like crazy, hoping that the old Taoist priest would suddenly appear from somewhere and say that all this was just a joke.

but none.

Nothing left.

Qin Moyu stumbled over a raised stone on the ground in a daze. He didn't care about the mud between his fingers or how much dirt his clothes were stained. He struggled to get up, but no matter how many times he rummaged through the yard, he took the I cried and called "Master" many times, but I still didn't see the person I wanted to see.

Until he saw the brown blood stains from the messy soil traces and the unburned wooden beams, a possibility took root in his heart like crazy weeds, and he refused to believe the self-deception of reality and the traceable truth in his mind. It exploded into a ball with a rumble.

But the fact is the fact. No matter how Qin Moyu convinces himself, he can't control the four words that pop up in his mind - Master is dead.

Moreover, his body was destroyed and no trace of his existence could be found.

The familiar home turned into ruins, and the person who said he was waiting for his return also disappeared into the ruins, and was never seen for the last time.

Qin Moyu knelt down in pain in the ruins. His tears rolled down to the ground like broken beads and merged into the burned earth. He opened his mouth, but could not make a sound.

The pain was so extreme that even the tears were silent.

No one saw a cold light flashing in the dark. When Qin Moyu was immersed in grief and unprepared, the attacker who had been planning for a long time suddenly rushed out and stabbed Qin Moyu fiercely.

At the critical moment, the remnant soul deep in Qin Moyu's soul suddenly burst out with intense light. At the same time, the jade pendant around his neck was also shaking. The attacker's attack was blocked by the shield deployed by the jade pendant. At the same time, a red lotus karma fire Appeared out of thin air and struck the attacker hard on the hand.

Seeing the frost spreading up the palm of his hand, the attacker gritted his teeth and used his other hand to hold the sword and cut off the arm from the middle. He groaned, his arm broke off, blood spurted out, and a few drops splashed on Qin Moyu's face.

He knew that he was no match for Qin Moyu, and he didn't want to fight, so he turned around and ran away.

But after running a few steps, a wall of earth came out from under his feet and blocked his retreat.

He turned around and saw Qin Moyu standing up from the ground, his clothes covered with mud and dust, and countless red lotus karma fires surrounded the two of them in the blink of an eye.

"Where is Master..."

Qin Moyu's voice was hoarse, and his eyes that were originally as clear as glass turned dark. The mixture of sadness and anger made him lose his mind. The solidified blood on his face was like the blood and tears flowing from his heart.

And as he used the red lotus karma fire without restraint, the strange patterns on his face continued to deepen and change. The remaining soul tried his best to stop the patterns from spreading.

Realizing that he had no escape, the attacker raised his sword and tried to understand himself, but there was no chance.

"tell me!"

Qin Moyu shouted angrily, and countless red lotus fires fell like raindrops, exploding deep and shallow ice pits on the ground.

The last trace of reason prevented Qin Moyu from killing the attacker, but the red lotus fire instantly froze the attacker's limbs, and the pain and numbness of the cracked skin filled the whole body. The biting cold made the attacker breathe quickly and his eyesight turned black.

cold.

it's too cold.

The attacker made a painful sound of "Uh-huh" in his throat, and the coldness that pierced his soul made his thinking slow.

Qin Moyu walked up to him at some point, grabbed the attacker's neck with one hand, and stared at the attacker with his fingertips turning green and white.

His eyes were empty, like jade that had lost its luster, and his hands were shaking when he spoke, but he still said word for word: "Tell me, where is the master."

Qin Moyu's voice became hoarse and dull, and he grabbed the attacker's fingers harder. His nails pierced the attacker's skin, oozing out little bits of scarlet.

The attacker was panting desperately like a dying fish. He wanted to pry away Qin Moyu's hand that was pinching him, but his limbs were motionless. The long-term lack of oxygen made his pupils unfocused, and he finally couldn't bear the torture and struggled to vomit out two Words: "Dead..."

With just two words, Qin Moyu seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant. He let go of his hand, and the attacker fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

The last hope was shattered, and Qin Moyu finally despaired. He frantically used the Red Lotus Karmic Fire on the attacker, until he was exhausted and could no longer use the Red Lotus Karmic Fire, and then he fell to the ground helplessly.

The large-scale red lotus fire made everything around it appear white, as if it had just snowed heavily on a sunny afternoon.

Qin Moyu just sat blankly in the snowy ruins, with his head lowered, as if his soul had been taken away, leaving only a body.

When Shen Yebai arrived, he saw Qin Moyu who was almost desperate.

"Mo Yu!"

Shen Yebai was also in disbelief when he saw the courtyard in ruins, but he instantly figured out what happened here.

The place where he had been living was destroyed, and the life and death of his master, who was as close as father and son, were unknown. These blows were too sudden, how could Qin Moyu withstand it?

Shen Yebai threw away the things he bought for Qin Moyu. Seeing Qin Moyu like this, he felt heartbroken. He knelt down on one knee and held Qin Moyu in his arms with trembling hands.

"Sorry, I am late."

At this time, Shen Yebai hated himself so much for leaving, leaving Qin Moyu to face such a painful reality alone.

Qin Moyu turned a deaf ear to Shen Yebai's words. He still stared at the ground blankly, like a doll that had lost its soul, without any reaction to the outside world.

Shen Yebai felt very uncomfortable seeing Qin Moyu like this, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He could only hold Qin Moyu tightly and try to wake him up.

"Momo, look at me, look at me. If you feel uncomfortable, cry out. Don't hold it in your heart. It will only make you feel more uncomfortable." Shen Yebai begged, for fear that Qin Moyu would do something stupid if he couldn't think about it.

Qin Moyu didn't respond and let Shen Yebai hold him.

They were so close together in the white snow, their bodies clearly close at hand, but yet they seemed so far away.

I don't know how long it took, until Shen Yebai's knees were numb when he was kneeling down. Qin Moyu stretched out his hand stiffly and gently hugged Shen Yebai back. His fingers tightly pulled Shen Yebai's clothes, as if he had grasped the last moment. A life-saving straw.

"Mo Yu!" Shen Yebai's heart tightened.

"Yebai..."

Qin Moyu's voice was filled with tears, and Shen Yebai's heart almost broke when he heard it.

Qin Moyu closed his eyes, and the days and nights spent with his master kept flashing back in his mind. Finally, he collapsed and buried his head in Shen Yebai's shoulder, letting out a heartbreaking cry.

Shen Yebai hugged Qin Moyu tightly. Every cry from Qin Moyu was like a knife piercing his heart, causing heartbreaking pain. However, he could not bear the pain for Qin Moyu, so he could only pat Qin Moyu gently. Back, giving little comfort.

Qin Moyu cried for a long time, his eyes were red from crying, and he leaned on Shen Yebai without strength. In the end, he even fainted due to excessive sadness.

"Mo Yu?" Shen Yebai called softly, but Qin Moyu still didn't respond.

Shen Yebai moved his legs, which were numb from not moving for too long, and changed his position to carefully hold Qin Moyu in his arms.

In order to prevent Qin Moyu from being too sad and hurting his body, Shen Yebai tried his best to feed him some elixirs and help him clear the chaotic spiritual energy in his body due to his mental disorder. However, treating the symptoms did not cure the root cause. No matter how hard Shen Yebai tried, he could not It just made Qin Moyu go from fainting to deep sleep.

Even in his dream, Qin Moyu frowned tightly, his long eyelashes trembled uneasily, and his hands were clenched, soaked in sadness and unable to extricate himself.

The sun is getting late, and dusk has taken away the last remaining warmth in the world. When night falls, only the cold stars are left hanging sparsely in the sky.

Shen Yebai tidied up a relatively clean area, took off his coat and spread it on the ground, carefully placing Qin Moyu on it. It was cold in the night, so Shen Yebai made Qin Moyu sleep more comfortably.

Shen Yebai just lit a fire in the ruins, keeping company with the ice and snow.

He looked at the small fire and Qin Moyu, whose eyes were still closed, and decided to pick up some more branches on the way up the mountain.

But Qin Moyu opened his eyes as soon as Shen Yebai left. When Shen Yebai came back, he saw him sitting next to the fire with his hands and knees, staring at the fire intently.

"Mo Yu..." Shen Yebai held the branch and hesitated.

Qin Moyu suddenly buried half of his face in his legs, leaving only his eyes exposed. He said in a muffled voice: "Ye Bai, I'm a little cold."

Shen Yebai quickly threw the branches into the orange flames. The crackling sound of the flames broke the tranquility of the night in the mountains, but it could not fill the emptiness in his heart.

"It's still cold..." Qin Moyu hugged his knees tightly and his voice became duller.

Qin Moyu hasn't felt cold for a long time since he had the Red Lotus Industry Fire in this life, but now he feels cold.

——The cold wind that penetrated from a hole in his heart blew into his limbs and bones, making his teeth chatter with the coldness. It was in vain to let the fire burn no matter how hard he tried.

Shen Yebai didn't say much, but silently took out a black robe and put it on Qin Moyu. At the same time, he sat next to Qin Moyu, his body pressed closely against Qin Moyu, and whispered: "Then I'll stay closer to you, so it's warm."

Qin Moyu reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth. He wanted to smile and say that he was fine, but he only showed a smile that was uglier than crying. In the end, he gave up and just said softly: "Thank you, Ye Bai."

If Shen Yebai hadn't been with him all the time, even Qin Moyu wasn't sure whether he would have been devastated by this blow, or whether he would have gone crazy or despaired.

Shen Yebai shook his head and gently held Qin Moyu's cold hand, without any charm, just wanting to pass on his warmth to Qin Moyu.

Maybe it was because the sound of beating flames alone at night made people feel lonely and gave them the desire to talk. Qin Moyu leaned his head on Shen Yebai's shoulder and suddenly asked, "Yebai, do you know how strange Master is?"

Shen Yebai knew that Qin Moyu didn't really want to ask him, nor did he really want him to answer, so he didn't speak and just acted as a listener quietly.

Sure enough, Qin Moyu started talking to himself.

"He's really weird... a weird old man with a bad temper... He's obviously not very good at cultivation, but he knows a lot of things and can always come up with a lot of treasures. Because of this, I even doubted whether he was some kind of big guy hiding his identity. Yes, but the skillful way he cooked for me made me dispel my suspicion. After all, who went down the mountain to learn cooking skills from a cook for three months just because I said I wanted to eat, and said he couldn't stand me. The pitiful look of eagerly looking forward to going down the mountain——"

"He always wore a tattered robe. I asked him why he didn't wear it when he had better clothes. He said that this dress had a special meaning. Later I found out that it was the dress I was wearing that day. When I was a child, I saw I cry when I don’t wear this dress. Unknowingly, I have grown taller than him, but he is used to wearing that dress.”

"In the past, he was most afraid of me crying. Every time I made him angry, I would pout, and he would lose all energy. He was afraid that I would cry - even if he knew it was me pretending to cry."

"He said that when I was a child, I cried because of all the thunder and no rain, but the thunder was enough for him. He hoped that I would always be smiling and happy..."

"My master and I built that grape vine together. Because I like to eat grapes, he planted it. As a result, the grapes didn't bear fruit a few times, and it became a place for him to hide things under the grape vine. Every time I asked him to stop eating grapes, he planted them. He said, "Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay." He hid the wine in a blink of an eye, and even deliberately placed a rocking chair on it, lying on it every day for fear that I would find it."

"He is not good at carving because he never has the patience to do the detailed work. The jade pendant he gave me on my birthday was already his most successful one after practicing secretly for a long time. The carving was ugly and funny... Why do I know... Because I saw the scraps he threw into the river in the back mountain that day, this stupid master thought the river would take them away, but he didn’t expect that there were too many and the river was blocked. "

"Obviously we know everything, but we all tacitly pretend not to know."

"He didn't know anything before, but as I grew older, he seemed to know everything." Qin Moyu raised his eyes, with a smile on his face but a layer of mist in his eyes.

"I miss him so much." Qin Moyu's voice became lower and lower, as soft as a whisper in a dream, and as if it was coming from afar, floating and scattered in a gust of wind.

"You still have me." Shen Yebai shook Qin Moyu's hand comfortingly and said in a deep voice, "I will help you find the murderer."

"I've found it." Qin Moyu half-closed his eyelids and his voice became much colder.

"who?"

"Fen Yan."

The unexpected name stunned Shen Yebai.

"I found this from that person when you left." Qin Moyu sat up straight, glanced at a certain corner, and looked back indifferently, a storage bag appeared in his hand.

Not only was this storage bag found from the attacker, but it also had a word embroidered on it: burn.

The pattern of the embroidery was exactly the same as the storage bag that Qin Moyu saw that Nanxun stole from Fen An that night.

Qin Moyu, who had read the original work, knew that Fen An was a cannon fodder character with a small belly, but he never thought that just because of where he was that night, Fen An would pursue him so relentlessly, even burning down the sect and killing everyone. Master.

When Qin Moyu found this storage bag, he felt extremely ironic.

He painstakingly persuaded the old Taoist priest to leave the sect's place in the original work and move to such a barren mountain to avoid the disaster of annihilation caused by the male protagonist. He thought everything would be fine, but he didn't expect that he would bring disaster to the old Taoist priest instead.

"I've just been thinking-"

"To a certain extent, I am also the culprit of Master's death."

Qin Moyu said quietly.

"you are not!"

Shen Yebai looked at Qin Moyu with disapproval, fearing that Qin Moyu would think too much: "What happened that night had nothing to do with you. I was implicated by a strange combination of circumstances, and no one could have imagined that things would turn out like this. If your master knew that you thought this way, he would definitely I’ll scold you.”

"But if it wasn't for me...if it wasn't for my meddling...how could the sect be destroyed, and how could the master's body be wiped out..."

"No one wants this. You are not wrong. Fen Yan is the one who really deserves to die." Shen Yebai pursed his lips and hugged Qin Moyu distressedly.