Chapter 65: The Death of a Young Swordsman (Part 8) (Update 2) After the kiss fell...

the young man on Tian Jin's back was none other than Ming Che, who looked to be about fifteen years old.

Ye Qingzhan, in Wen Gu's arms, glanced up at the young man beside him, stunned, his eyes bulging.

"Tian Can, Tian Lan, what are you doing hiding behind the mountain?" The Shi Yin Ling swung, and Tian Jin followed Ling Yin's direction and uncovered the two men hiding behind the stone mountain.

Ming Che stepped ahead of Wen Gu, bowing and saying, "Senior Brother, Senior Sister, we're on night patrol."

Perhaps because the gesture was too familiar and standard, Wen Gu glanced at him and imitated him with a somewhat unstandardized salute.

Tian Jin glanced at him with disdain. "Junior Brother Tiancan, I haven't seen you in a few days. Not only has he smiled less, but he's also lost his manners. Perhaps he took advantage of Mingche's birthday to get drunk?"

Mingche, who was wearing Tianlan's guise, was taken aback for a moment before adding, "Tiancan did sneak out a few drinks while on duty tonight. Being drunk now is disrespectful. I'll take him to the Sect Master for punishment."

Mingche nudged the silent Wen Gu. Ye Qingzhan waited anxiously for his reaction, fearing he'd been exposed.

A moment later, Wen Gu stirred, his steps unsteady. Mingche and Ye Qingzhan breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave. A voice rang from behind.

"Brother and sister, we finally found you. The Sect Master was looking for you two,"

Tian Jin asked. "Did the Sect Master say anything?"

"I don't know," she replied, shaking her head.

Tianxue glanced at Tian Jin and stopped the two as they were about to leave.

"Two junior brothers, please stay."

Ming Che supported Wen Gu and turned around as instructed.

"Could Junior Brother Tian Lan please go with this junior brother to take Junior Brother Ming Che back to his room?"

Ming Che nodded hurriedly, and Wen Gu also nodded.

Ye Qingzhan watched with bated breath. Tian Jin handed the person to the unknown disciple. Ming Che supported Wen Gu and then took a step to support the drunken "self" and watched them leave. Only after seeing the two people walk away did he retract his gaze.

Looking back, he saw Wen Gu staring at the unknown disciple.

The disciple suddenly smiled, his eyes fixed on the drunken boy. "No need to worry about you two senior brothers. Junior Brother will take him back to the bedroom safely."

Wen Gu looked at him. "Really?"

The disciple met his gaze, still smiling. "Of course." In the blink of an eye, he threw a handful of white powder from his sleeve with his hands behind his back.

As the powder flew, Wen Gu covered Ming Che's breath and protected the person in his arms with one hand, and fell on the rockery. The drug had no effect on him, so he had to use the same trick against him to find out the conspiracy behind the scene.

The disciple, carrying Mingche, quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Wen Gu pulled Mingche up, clutched his chest, and chased after him.

The man knocked Mingche unconscious and took him into the library. After entering, he threw him to the ground.

Wen Gu jumped onto the tall tree outside the window, hiding behind the green branches and watching. Ye Qingzhan clung to his collar and whispered, "I'll set up an invisible barrier. Let's go in and see. It should last for half an incense stick of time."

The magic she practiced, in the words of the exiled immortals, was rootless and sourceless, and she was "a latecomer" and her skills were very shallow. She had used it a lot in Mingche's illusion, but how long she could last now depended entirely on luck.

Wen Gu frowned and said, "No." As soon as he finished speaking, he released a ray of Yin Sha mixed with a ginkgo leaf. He then took another leaf from his sleeve, shrank it, and handed it to the person in his arms.

Ye Qingzhan took it.

Wen Gu took out another one and handed it to Mingche beside him, saying, "Put it next to your ear."

Ye Qingzhan held up the ginkgo leaf and asked, "You gave us both, you can use mine."

Wen Gu lowered his eyes and glanced at her, "No need."

The group of things in his body have become increasingly difficult to suppress in recent days. In the past, he needed the help of the ginkgo to transmit sound, but now it is almost "melting" him. What they heard, he could naturally hear as well.

Ye Qingzhan was a little frustrated. He put the ginkgo to his ear, listening to the voice coming from the library, and looking at it from afar.

"You stupid thing, you can still enter the academy when you are so stupid!" As he said that, the man kicked Mingche in the abdomen. Mingche hugged his stomach, curled up into a ball, and vomited.

The vomited wine splashed on the man's feet. The man showed contempt and kicked him in the head a few more times.

No matter how hard he tried, Mingche never opened his eyes.

Ye Qingzhan guessed that he was drugged.

"Disgusting! Bad luck!" The man, seemingly unsatisfied, punched and kicked Mingche again. "Everyone here is a swordsman. They've put so much effort into getting into the villa, paying real money and training day and night. Our entire clan, with all their might, helped me get into the academy. I've practiced and studied so hard, only to meet a worthless loser like you who got in on your mother's back. You can't even learn a damn thing. You spend all day messing around with a pile of scrap copper and iron, and you still talk about becoming the world's best swordsmith? Go and live your dream!"

The two men in the tree simultaneously looked at the furious young man. His fists clenched tightly.

The man stepped on Mingche's face, squatted on the ground, and spat at him. "Who the hell are you? The Sect Master protects you, and that stinking vixen treats you like her own son. Your mother wouldn't be with that vixen..." Mingche,

perched high in the tree, was losing patience and wanted to leap down and rip his mouth apart. Wen Guxian, standing nearby, flung a leaf from his shoulder, aiming for the man's neck.

He was a cultivator after all, and with Shi Yinling protecting him, the man dodged to the side.

"Someone came to your rescue so quickly,"

the man said, unfazed. He calmly pulled a gourd from his sleeve and laughed a few times. "You're on good terms with those two bitches, aren't you? I'll grant you three a chance to accompany us on the road to Hades."

He swallowed the elixir, jumped out the window, and tossed the opened gourd back into the library.

"We are finally out!"

"You want to be the best swordsmith in the world!"

"You have a good relationship with your senior brothers and sisters, hehe, then die under their swords...hahaha..."

"Murder! Kill! No one can escape..."

The wild laughter was like a thousand arrows, immediately surrounding the academy.

The trees were also shaken by the ghostly sound, shaking hard to stop. Wen Gu grabbed Mingche and flew down.

At the moment he flew down, Ye Qingzhan cast a spell to cast a barrier, blocking the wailing in the academy.

One after another, the disciples ran out from different courtyards and houses, holding their heads and fleeing in pain, not caring at all when their bodies hit the rocks, rolling on the ground with their ears covered, and curled up into a ball.

"Hahaha, this is hilarious!"

"These hypocrites were so arrogant when they captured us, but they never imagined they'd end up lying there like dead dogs today."

"A bunch of fake, stinking monks, and now you've got this!" A

mix of male and female voices, sometimes old, sometimes young, mingled among the ghostly voices. The barrier blocked the sound, making it much quieter, but one could still faintly hear bursts of sneers and incessant wails.

Within the barrier, Ye Qingzhan looked up at Wen, who had lowered his head, and couldn't help but feel worried.

In Chu Mozhi's illusion, the voice conjured by Ye Mei was very similar to Mu Wanzhou's. When Wen Gu heard it, his mind was shaken for a moment.

"Wen Gu?" Ye Qingzhan called him softly.

Wen Gu looked at her, his face pale as the moon, but bloodshot under his eyes. After

shrinking, Ye Qingzhan saw Wen Gu's appearance and felt more and more uneasy. The last time Ye Mei invaded the Chu family, there was no barrier to protect them. He used Yin Sha to resist and kept everyone safe for the night. Now that the barrier was in place, Ye Mei's attacks were difficult to get close to, but he looked even more tired, as if he was on the verge of losing control at any time. After

a little thought, Ye Qingzhan stood up from Wen Gu's clothes, jumped onto his shoulder, stood on tiptoe, and pecked his earlobe lightly.

She knew that Wen Gu had other thoughts about her and was trying to wake him up as quickly as possible in this way.

Ming Che, who was standing by, saw this scene and quickly turned his head away, blinking his big eyes.

At the moment the kiss fell, Wen Gu's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he turned his head to look at the girl on his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

Ye Qingzhan held his sideways face with both hands, and did not answer his question. He only said: "Cover your ears, don't be fooled by Ye Mei."

Wen Gu looked at her silently without saying a word. After a long time, he turned his head and responded softly.

Hearing his response, Ye Qingzhan slipped back into his clothes and looked outside the barrier. She was a half-baked immortal cultivator, without a solid foundation, and her skills were too shallow to maintain the barrier for a long time. If this sound does not dissipate, the two of them and the ghost will either rely on the Yin Sha that may go out of control to protect each other, or rush out with their heads held high.

But the sound outside the barrier was getting louder and louder, and the cultivator from Wuya Academy was still rolling on the ground in pain, holding his head.

"Help, help, help..."

"Stop talking, I, I didn't... kill you, no, it's not me!"

The barrier was slowly losing its effectiveness, and the sounds coming from it became louder and louder. Ye Qingzhan jumped onto Wen Gu's shoulder again, covered one of his ears with both hands, and looked at Mingche, "What's wrong with you, cover your ears!"

Mingche shook his head, and a tear suddenly flowed from his eyes and fell to the ground. He raised his hand to wipe it.

However, his hand was shaking as he wiped the tears, and his voice was also broken: "I, I heard... my mother's voice."

"She was calling my name."

Ye Mei, who kills people with her voice, can also get into people's hearts. If she encounters a strong enemy, she is best at transforming into the voice of the person she thinks of, loves, or fears, and attacking from the bottom of her heart, making people lose their troops.

In the illusion, the young man who saw his mother turned into a skeleton, must have been thinking about his mother.

The voice lingering in Mingche's ears kept saying: "Che'er, Che'er, my Che'er, you've suffered..."

Mingche wanted to respond softly, but was woken up by Ye Qingzhan's shout: "Cover your ears quickly, don't be fooled by it, it's not your mother!"

Before the words fell, a black mist overflowed from Wen Gu's body, and the barrier was broken immediately. Yin Sha fell to the ground and blossomed, like a blooming water lotus, wrapping the three people in the heart of the flower.

However, as soon as he entered the heart of the flower, Wen Gu knelt on the ground, spitting blood from his mouth.

Ye Qingzhan's heart skipped a beat, and the words fell from his clothes. After the ground became bigger, he knelt down and supported him. Mingche, who had come to his senses, also held him up. Wen Gu

had been out of control frequently today. Ye Qingzhan remembered what the exiled immortal said before he left - Wen Gu was carrying Yin Sha, and those things in his body would take his life sooner or later, it was just a matter of time.

Will he die?

Thinking of this, Ye Qingzhan couldn't help but tighten his grip on Wen Gu's wrist. His heart suddenly tightened, as if he felt the pain when his loved ones left him in a dream.

Wen Gu stood up from the ground, took hold of the cold hands on his arms, and then stared at the black lotus formed by Yin Sha.

The voice of Ye Mei dissipated. At the same time, the monks who fell to the ground stood up from the ground together, like puppets, lowered their heads, and walked into different attics of the academy.

The moonlight was clear and the courtyard was quiet.

It seemed as if nothing had ever happened here.