Lu Xueqi [Zhu Xian]

Chapter 41 Injury, Punishment, Struggle

"Xueqi!!" Shuiyue burst out, she didn't understand why Lu Xueqi suddenly stopped in mid-air, and what distracted her.

Everyone in the audience had shocked expressions on their faces! !

Tian Linger never thought that Lu Xueqi didn't dodge it, how could she not dodge it, she couldn't dodge it, Tian Linger was startled, but the next moment, Lu Xueqi did not hesitate to cast a spell to teleport, the fairy The technique was cast from all around, and the brilliance bloomed in an instant, like a vast expanse of snow that quickly covered the sight of everyone on and off the stage.

"Stop the fight." Tian Linger heard a faint, ethereal voice behind her, she subconsciously wanted to turn her head, but Lu Xueqi had already come behind her.

"Oh." Tian Ling'er knew that there was nothing she could do, so she couldn't help but worry: "Are you okay?"

Lu Xueqi: "It's okay."

Tian Linger: "Oh, did I almost hit you?"

Lu Xueqi: "It's more than a little worse."

"Pfft!" Tian Linger smiled helplessly.

The radiance dissipated, and everyone finally saw the situation on the stage clearly again. The Tianya Excalibur was held in Lu Xueqi's hand.

Endless dark abyss, endless cold and gloomy, Zhang Xiaofan was trapped under the Nine Netherworld, watching the whole village of dead bodies like mountains, bones piled up hideously, blood pools flowing like rivers!

"No!"

He shouted with all his strength, tensed all the muscles in his body, and a piercing pain came from his chest, which made him gasp, his whole body trembled, and he woke up with a start.

In the house, everyone from the Big Bamboo Peak surrounded him, Tian Buyi stepped forward to feel his pulse, nodded and said: "Okay, it's all right."

Only then did everyone breathe a sigh of relief, and each of them showed a relieved smile.

However, after Zhang Xiaofan woke up, Tian Buyi asked, as if he had seen through something, he questioned how this little disciple got his cultivation!

Under Tian Buyi's aggressive gaze, Zhang Xiaofan almost blurted out to tell his master that he was secretly practicing a different school of martial arts, but he finally endured the words.

He is no longer the ignorant young man who didn't know the world five years ago. In his daily conversations with his senior brothers, he has already known the great name of Tianyin Temple, and he also knew the skinny old monk named Puzhi that night. true identity.Over the years, he has practiced the "Da Fan Prajna" exercise alone, but deep down in his heart, his gratitude to Pu Zhi has never diminished.

Tian Buyi saw Zhang Xiaofan kneeling on the ground, motionless, sneered twice, and said angrily: "Do you know that stealing skills from masters is a big taboo in my Qingyun sect, if it's at least facing the wall for decades, if it's serious, it's abolishing Taoism and expulsion from Qingyun ,did you know?"

Zhang Xiaofan suddenly raised his head, looked at Tian Buyi, but there was an indescribable sadness in his eyes.

There was a deathly silence in the room, and no one spoke a word.

All that remained were high or low anxious gasps.

A person's heart, in this silence, chills so quietly and coldly.

Zhang Xiaofan closed his eyes tightly, his shoulders trembled slightly, as if trying to hold back something.

"The disciple is unworthy, please punish the master!"

"Bang!" A strong force surged like mountains and seas, Zhang Xiaofan flew backwards, hit the wall heavily, dust

Flying, fell to the ground, spit out a big mouthful of blood with a wow.

Everyone changed color, led by Song Daren and knelt down forcefully, and all the other disciples knelt down in front of Tian Buyi, saying: "Master, please spare my junior brother!"

Amid the pleadings of the crowd, Tian Linger stood motionless, staring blankly at Zhang Xiaofan who was struggling in pain in the corner of the wall, blood spilled on his clothes, his face was pale without a trace of blood.

Tian Buyi looked at these disciples who were kneeling at his feet, and then stared at Zhang Xiaofan who was still in the corner, his face was full of anger, he groaned angrily, flung his sleeves and walked out.

After a while, Tian Ling'er walked over slowly, with her back to the crowd, helped Zhang Xiaofan up.

Blood froth flowed out of Zhang Xiaofan's mouth, he was trembling in pain, but there was the palest smile in his darkest eyes.

At that moment, a cool teardrop quietly dripped into the pool of blood on his face.

As night fell, a jade hook emerged from the clouds, shining silver, and the night grew darker.

On the other side, on the small bamboo peak, the clear sound of cicadas and bamboos lingers around the beams, and at the bamboo house, the fragrance of medicine is lingering. Shuiyue is checking the wound on Lu Xueqi's shoulder. Fortunately, it hurts the bones and muscles. Shuiyue took it many years ago and used hundreds of kinds The ointment pills made from rare medicinal materials were melted with immortal techniques, and gently applied to Lu Xueqi's flushed shoulders with fingertips.

Shuiyue's face was both cold and warm, her phoenix eyes were like autumn water, the light seemed shallow and deep, she spoke slowly: "What were you thinking at that time?"

"Master, I don't think about anything."

Lu Xueqi leaned against the window, the faint moonlight refracted on her face as cold as snow, the breeze was blowing outside the window, the tearful bamboo was leaning on the window sill, and the new leaves were green and swaying gently with the wind, just like her mood at that time, just as she inadvertently A slight breeze swayed.