Chapter 917 The most powerful thing is fate
The courtyard was dead silent, but there was a strange sense of peace. The wind blew and the river water gurgled, which was indescribably peaceful and tranquil.
Mu Yunle suddenly came to her senses, and with a cry, she stepped forward and supported the shaky Meng Qi, and asked with concern: "Master, Master, are you okay?"
Her eyes wandered to Meng Qi's chest, and she saw that the wound was hideous, the flesh and blood were all black, the long sword condensed by the light disappeared, and the heart was directly pierced, but no drop of blood spilled, and there was no sign of healing. It was horrifying.
"I won't die." Meng Qi smiled slightly, his face was calm, and there seemed to be a few wrinkles carved in the corners of his eyes. It seemed that there was something hidden deep in his eyes, like layers of buried emotions.
Hearing that Master Zhending's tone and voice were normal, Mu Yunle breathed a sigh of relief quietly, subconsciously looking forward, that is, the place where the Taoist Jiesha originally stood, and said familiarly: "Master, she, why is she crying?"
What life-saving grace, what gratitude and hatred are hard to distinguish, let her imagine a lot, grasp the entry point and speak boldly.
"Freed from the cage, the body and mind are pure, how can I not shed tears?" Meng Qi's breathing was a little heavy, and his injuries were indeed very serious, but his tone was still so calm.
Mu Yunle looked back and felt that Master Zhending seemed to be a little relieved, and the withering was getting better, but the feeling of being buried deep became heavier.
"Because this sword resolved the hatred?" She thought about it and couldn't figure out that a sword could resolve deep hatred, unless the two sides were entangled in love and hatred!
Well, it's probably like this!
Meng Qi's gray monk robe became increasingly dim, and he felt like a candle in the wind: "There is a monster hidden in her body, which stimulates her killing intent and gives her the power to kill. Then, she uses her killing intent and the lives she harvests to nourish herself, regardless of whether she is willing or not." "She wants to control it, but she can't control it. She calls herself abstaining from killing, but she can't stop killing. This sword is a repayment for me and revenge for her. From now on, the grudges are gone, and the killing intent is all in my body. The monster can't be nourished and will leave on its own." Mu Yunle deeply felt that Master Zhending had changed a lot after repaying his favor. If it was the ruined temple, why would he say so much to her? Although he was still tired and sad, at least he was not so dead! She asked curiously: "What is that monster?" "The same thing as the Demon Emperor's Claw." Meng Qi's face turned pale, as if all the blood in his body was being sucked to the wound, but his tone was still calm. Mu Yunle's eyes widened immediately. The same thing as the Demon Emperor's Claw? Isn't it a peerless magic weapon? Why didn't Master Zhending snatch it?
Bah, bah, bah, what are you trying to snatch? The Demon Emperor has to suppress the pollution of the Demon Emperor's claws. If Master Zhending, a great monk, holds such a sword of killing, wouldn't it ruin his half-life of pure cultivation and martial arts?
Dong, dong, dong, Meng Qi's heart, which was pierced, was still beating slowly but firmly. He seemed to have finally recovered and said, "Master Mu, please help the poor monk leave Licheng."
"Ah... OK!" Mu Yunle was stunned at first, and hurriedly supported Meng Qi to walk back.
Being injured by the sword intent of the sword of killing of the peerless divine weapon level is no less than being hit directly by the divine weapon. Master Zhending's injury must be very serious, and he risked his life to repay this favor and end this cause and effect. He really has some Buddha's compassion, or the spirit of a chivalrous man who is happy to repay his enemies.
When he was young, he must have been a strange man who would take revenge when he had a grudge, repay his favors when he had a favor, and was never afraid of difficulties and dangers!
Why would such a person be so sad, so disheartened, and so lonely?
As they walked forward, Mu Yunle's eyes wandered, and she asked casually, "Master, why did you become a monk?"
The question was very tactful.
Then she sensed that Master Zhending raised his eyes slightly and looked up at the sky, with a sigh of seeing through the world in his eyes, as if he was mocking himself and sighing:
"Before, I thought that man could conquer nature, but later I finally understood that fate is powerful."
Fate is powerful... Mu Yunle tasted too much helplessness, too much despair, and too much repression from this sentence, which made her feel very uncomfortable. Shouldn't such a big man who once dominated the world be full of confidence and feel that everything is under control? What on earth did Master Zhending go through to show such a depressed and withered performance?
She felt so choked up that she couldn't help but say, "Master Zhending, don't think like that. Although fate often makes people helpless and unable to resist, there is still a way to overcome fate. Don't you see that the road is difficult, and there are also Daozun and Buddha who are truly transcendent?"
Mu Yunle was in a vigorous stage, and he believed that man could conquer nature, so he used Daozun and Buddha to challenge Meng Qi.
Meng Qi didn't say anything else. With the support of Mu Yunle, he slowly walked towards the city gate.
After a long time, when the city gate was about to close, in front of the riverside courtyard where Jiesha lived, blood suddenly appeared from the void, condensing into a vague figure, just like the Blood Sea Rakshasa again!
He looked around, frowned slightly, and said to himself:
"He did come here, but he left a long time ago..."
I was one step late again!
It was like fate was playing tricks on me and Kuangdao. There was always an invisible barrier blocking them. Even if I tried my best and found the most correct trace, I was still one step away!
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After leaving Licheng, Mu Yunle supported Master Zhending along the official road and felt that this experience was more exciting than ever before.
She knew that Master Zhending had lived in seclusion in an ancient temple in a desolate mountain for many years and must not have a good understanding of the current situation in the world, so she opened her mouth and chattered about various anecdotes in the martial arts world.
"Although Master Zhending didn't answer, he didn't stop him either. Hehe, he must be willing to listen." Mu Yunle said with pride.
Once you get familiar with it, you can slowly get a glimpse into the story of Master Zhending.
After walking for a while, the sky was getting dark. Considering that Master Zhending was seriously injured and might not be able to deal with monsters if he encountered them, Mu Yunle looked left and right, his spirit blending with the world and quickly spreading, taking in the surrounding situation in his mind so that he could Find out where to camp at night.
Suddenly, she leaned back slightly, her soul tingling, and the spirit spreading out was attacked.
"Oops, we meet on a narrow road!" While being attacked, she recognized the identity of the other party, the three murderers of Beihu!
The newly rising masters in the Southern Wilderness are all half-steps of normal breakthroughs. It is said that they are inextricably related to the Blood Clothes Sect!
I had encountered them once before. At that time, two of the three villains had not yet broken through. They were defeated by me with speed and slowness. I divided them with sword skills and defeated them head-on. Each one was left with one eye. Unfortunately, in the end, he was defeated by one. There were three enemies, but they were too weak to catch them and could not kill them.
"Haha, isn't this the 'Shu Jade Sword' Mu Nuxia?" Three figures ran out of the forest and surrounded the two of them while Mu Yunle was helping Meng Qi move slightly slowly.
The three villains looked serious, and could even be called good, but each of them was blind in one eye, and their hateful eyes were darting back and forth on Mu Yunle, which was particularly scary.
The leader of the three villains glanced at Meng Qi and felt that his breath was weak and not worth mentioning. He immediately calmed down and raised his head and laughed: "Mu Yunle, Mu Yunle, it is true that if you don't take the path to heaven, there will be no path to hell. The door breaks in, you have to protect the injured monk, and you have just entered the unity of heaven and man, are you sure you can fight one against three again? "
"Mu Yunle, Shu Yu is graceful and beautiful, one of the rare beauties of this generation. This figure and appearance are really fascinating. Don't say that my brother doesn't love you later!" The second among the three villains licked his lips.
The third child chuckled and said: "Your Yuanyang Yuanvxia is hiding in the valley and is blocked by Lord Ten Thousand Insects. Sooner or later, she will end up like you!"
"Has Yuan Nv Xia been found by the Blood Clothes Cult?" Mu Yunle was in a state of mind, unmoved, unaffected by the obscene words. Thoughts flashed across his mind as he pondered the current situation.
If he were alone, it might not be a dead end. There was still a chance to survive, but Master Zhending was seriously injured.
The three villains are also old Jianghu. After venting their anger and disturbing the enemy's mood, they suddenly moved, moving from three directions.
One person held a sword, turned it into a horse, condensed the sword energy, and slashed at Mu Yunle from a distance. Another person attracted the grass and trees, and thousands of "swords" fired in unison. The figure of one person disappeared and escaped into the ground, waiting for the opportunity.
Mu Yunle was about to draw his sword when he suddenly heard three screams. The light in front of his eyes disappeared. The three murderers fell to the ground. The boss was pierced by ten thousand swords turned into grass and trees. The second brother had a thin sword pierced through his body. Lao San was half-embedded in the ground, his body split into two by the sword energy, and both of them were too dead to die.
"This..." Mu Yunle's mouth was half-open, as if he was dreaming.
This was the first time she encountered such a strange thing. Why did the other party suddenly kill each other?
"Donor Mu, bury them in the forest and eliminate their traces." Meng Qi's voice came to her ears.
Yes, it’s Master Zhending! Mu Yunle suddenly turned his head and looked at Meng Qi, only to see that his face was withered and indifferent, his eyes were like ancient wells, and he was quite tired. It seemed that nothing could interest him.
This method is incredible!
In the past, whether it was Bodhisattva Huanxi or Daoist Jisha, they were actually too far away from Mu Yunle, giving them an illusory feeling, and Meng Qi didn't really take action, so she knew that Master Zhending was very strong, even stronger than her master. , but it has never been implemented. Now the three murderers are familiar enemies. Their death method made Mu Yunle truly realize that the master Zhending in front of him is unpredictable!
"It's amazing. You can do this even if you are seriously injured..." Mu Yunle's heart beat faster. He took a deep breath and quickly destroyed the corpse.
After she finished, she suddenly became angry because she wanted to ask Master Zhending to rescue Yuan Nvxia, but Master Zhending was seriously injured. He could handle half a scene, but he might not be able to do anything to the Grand Master. This was too difficult!
At this time, she heard Master Zhending say in a low voice: "Let's go south to meet Yuan Yang."
"Meet Yuan Yang?" Mu Yunle was half surprised and half confused, and hurriedly helped Master Zhending go south.
Does he know Yuan Nuxia?
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After a while, a streak of blood-colored light flashed through the void, and it was none other than the Blood Sea Rakshasa!
He paused for a moment, and then chose to go north, pursuing the Crazy Knife.
What is powerful is destiny.