Chapter 139: One hundred and thirty-ninth tripod

Chapter 139: One hundred and thirty-ninth tripod

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Ma Yun didn't give Pei Ming a chance to buffer, and with a long-suppressed anger, he landed on the back of Pei Ming's head one after another.

The blood-stained lake was bright and flirtatious, as if several blood flowers were blooming on the lake. The Song Family Patriarch reacted after a while, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Ma Yun's arms.

When Ma Yun was young and vigorous, even though his arms were shackled, he still kicked his feet in the direction of Pei Ming, and roared like a chicken in his throat: "Why do you do this to A Ding! Why... "

He roared so hard that the Patriarch of the Song family couldn't help being stunned.

He could see that Ma Yun's anger was not because of being deceived, but because of the corpse tied behind Pei Ming's back.

Unexpectedly, his despicable daughter has someone who is not afraid of life and death, so sincerely protects her.

Xu was worried about what Ma Yun would do again, which would delay Pei Ming's pilgrimage. The Patriarch of the Song family raised his elbow and hit the back of Ma Yun's neck with force. With a single blow, Ma Yun briefly lost consciousness.

The subordinates who followed, only then realized that something happened to the little highness, and hurried forward.

Just as he was about to make a ruthless remark, he asked what the Song family master had done to Ma Yun, when he heard him say: "It's just a faint, it's not a big problem. But if you get closer to him, I can't guarantee that your master is dead or alive. already."

Although his tone was neither salty nor light, looking at that hideous and terrifying face, his subordinates were also quite frightened. He knew that the people in front of him were not good stubble, so he hurriedly took over the fainted Ma Yun, half supporting him and half dragging him. He took his master aside.

That's right, this little Highness has a surly character, and the weather is uncertain. If he takes the initiative to bring Ma Yun back to the West Sea, when Ma Yun wakes up, he is afraid that someone will peel him off.

But if Ma Yun slapped and annoyed everyone in front of him, if Ma Yun did something wrong, then the Dragon King and the princess would be blamed, and he couldn't bear the responsibility.

Thinking like this, the subordinates could only contact the colleagues of the West Sea Dragon Palace to inform the Dragon King, while silently praying that Ma Yun would wake up later.

Ma Yun was under control, but Yuwei Daojun didn't seem to be willing to let Pei Ming go easily.

Bai Zhou glanced at the fainted Ma Yun, then turned to look at the Patriarch of the Song family, with helplessness in their eyes.

This is the beginning of the journey, and he has already attracted a difficult master. Who knows how many enemies of Pei Ming will be met on this pilgrimage.

With only the strength of the two, how could he stop so many of his enemies?

The two were in a dilemma, but the Patriarch of the Song family seemed to have remembered something and gave Bai Zhou a wink, as if to say: Do you want to try to turn against Daojun Yuwei and Ma Yun?

When Bai Zhou received the gesture from his eyes, he couldn't help but pouted.

The head of the Song family did not know about it, but Bai Zhou was very aware of the grievances between the two in front of him and Pei Ming.

Leaving aside the young Ma Yun, it was just this arrogant and arrogant Daoist Yuwei who was deceived by a man disguised as a woman for several years, and even almost went into trouble for Pei Ming.

As proud as him, how can he endure this kind of deception?

Not to mention it was a rebellion, it was difficult to persuade Daojun Yuwei not to kill Pei Ming.

But Bai Zhou also understood that, on this pilgrimage, only relying on the strength of him and the Song family's patriarch could not stop the thousands of people who wanted to kill Pei Ming.

Bai Zhou knew that he owed Pei Ming, and if it wasn't for Bai Qi's obstruction, why would Pei Ming fall like this for a woman.

Since Pei Ming was determined to save Song Dingding, he could only do his best to help.

He gritted his teeth, and returned the affirmative look of the Song family's head, and then raised his eyes to look at Daojun Yuwei, who was obviously irrational: "Open your eyes and take a good look, who is the woman on Pei Ming's back... "

Xu Shi was afraid that Daojun Yuwei would not cooperate, so Bai Zhou raised his hand and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look in the direction of Pei Ming, who was in a trance.

In the blood red, his scattered eyes gradually regained focus. In his eyes, he vaguely reflected Pei Ming, who was lying in the lake, trying to arch his body to prevent the woman on his back from touching the cold blood as much as possible.

This was the first time he had looked at Pei Ming seriously. His long silver-white hair seemed to be covered with frost and snow, and he was arrogant in the clear sky. He was dressed in a light and bright persimmon color, like an ice persimmon hanging on a frosty branch.

The person in front of him, from the inside to the outside, is not what he remembered, but it seems so real, more real than every moment and every moment that he has been with for several years.

Daojun Yuwei felt that his chest was stuffy, and his throat was bitter as if he had swallowed Huanglian. It turned out that Pei Ming had already known his shameless thoughts.

But what did Pei Ming do wrong?

If it weren't for his lack of conviction, how could he be deceived by Pei Ming in women's clothing.

In the end, it's all his own fault.

He obviously thinks highly of himself, but he is unable to cut off his passions. He wants to stand shoulder to shoulder with gods and save the world, but he still has grievances and selfish thoughts in his heart, and it is difficult to distinguish right from wrong.

In this way, how can he face the division, how can he hold the post of the head of the Tianmen sect, and how can he shoulder the responsibility of saving the world and saving people from water and fire?

The tensed arms, like the taut bowstrings, were suddenly loosened and drooped down softly, but the sword in the palm was still clenched hard.

The stinging pain from the chin made Daojun Yuwei come back to his senses, and his sight finally fell on the corpse behind Pei Ming.

Even if it was just a pale profile face, he recognized her appearance—she who did not wear Fendai once smiled so dazzlingly that even the stars and the moon looked bleak.

But now, her face was pale, her brow was a dead blue-gray, the corners of her mouth were pursed down, and her bound body was rigid. Bang Bang's slumped behind Pei Ming.

His disciple, the eldest disciple, gave up cultivating immortals in the middle and switched to cultivating Taoism, and they never saw each other again.

The second disciple, Song Dingding, was full of his eyes, but he never cared about her, so that she hurt her fellow disciples because of love and hatred, and finally embarked on a path of no return.

And the most well-behaved and sensible little apprentice who never let him worry, aside from the fact that he disguised himself as a woman, he never gave Pei Ming the slightest trust. Even in the secret realm, Pei Ming was regarded as a sacrifice that could be dedicated to the world at any time.

While thinking about it, Pei Ming slowly got up from the **** water, the silver-white hair on his temples was dyed red with blood, and his face was covered with scars.

- Pilgrim Pei Ming, may the holy mountain bless my wife's resurrection.

He took slow and firm steps, took three steps forward, and then repeated the long kowtow action without distraction.

The blood was mixed with the icy lake water, flowing down the line from the **** wound on the forehead.

A drop of bifurcation landed on the eyelashes, his long eyelashes trembled, and the dirty blood seeped into the eyes along the roots of the eyelashes.

The stinging pain in his eyes did not stop Pei Ming's movements. He followed the Ghost Emperor's words very seriously, kowtows every three steps, and prayed every step of the way, until he left their sight.

Daojun Yuwei looked at Pei Ming's disappearing figure, and he suddenly vomited out a pool of bright red sticky blood with a foul smell in his throat.

Bai Zhou didn't expect that Pei Ming would be so stimulating to Daojun Yuwei, he took out a white handkerchief and wiped it on Daojun Yuwei's mouth indiscriminately: "If you want to settle accounts with Pei Ming, wait until the dust is gone. On that day, he is now using this method to save your apprentice Song Dingding..."

I don't know what I remembered, Bai Zhou paused and glanced at the Song family patriarch beside him: "Pei Ming is not a vicious person, and it was not his actions to destroy the Song family. The fact that there is an affair will silence the Song family who knows the truth."

"No matter what kind of grievances there are, I think you shouldn't want the Song family of Enshi Sanlu Jiuzhou's medical cultivator to be unstoppable?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Daojun Yuwei suddenly exerted strength in his hand, bent his elbow slightly, and placed the sword in his palm across his neck.

Baizhou originally wanted to persuade Daojun Yuwei to temporarily let go of his personal grievances, but even if he couldn't help him, it was always good to have one less enemy.

Unexpectedly, persuading and persuading, Yuwei Daojun actually gave birth to the idea of ​​​​compromising himself and apologizing.

Ren Shi Baizhou reacted quickly and smashed the long blade a few inches away from the Gu cup in his hand, but the blade was icy and sharp, and instantly left a deep bloodstain on his jade-white neck.

Fortunately, the blade did not cut the blood vessels under the skin. Baizhou and the Song family patriarch cooperated, one held down Yuwei Daojun, and the other quickly bandaged him.

Seeing that Daojun Yuwei seemed unwilling to cooperate, Bai Zhou lost his patience, raised his hand and waved it down, swiping his cheeks to the side, and a pale red palm print appeared on his fair face.

This slap was somewhat mixed with some personal emotions, and it used 80-90% of the strength.

After the slap, Bai Zhou reacted after half a beat. Looking at Daojun Yuwei's gradually clear eyes, he couldn't help but mutter in his heart: If he knew that a slap could calm Daowei Yuwei, why should he pay more? So many tongues.

"The holy mountain is still far away, and Pei Ming has slaughtered ten cities in the Demon Realm. The monsters who hear the news will definitely come here to seek revenge, but the pilgrimage cannot be interrupted, otherwise, all previous achievements will be lost..."

Xu Shigang vented some anger, and Bai Zhou said in a calm tone: "You are worthy of the world, but you are the only one who is worthy of your apprentice. I don't ask you to shake hands with Pei Ming to make peace.

After all, Bai Zhou no longer cared about Yuwei Daojun, and didn't even give him time to think. He turned his head and dragged the Song Family Patriarch in the direction of Pei Ming's departure.

Daojun Yuwei stood there, like a lonely mountain, with a thin and trembling figure, standing motionless.

Seeing that the good show had just started, the Ghost Emperor was in high spirits. He raised his **** and slightly hooked, and someone carried a pure black sedan chair.

White gauze fluttered on all sides of the sedan chair, and no one could see his movements clearly. In an instant, he was already sitting leisurely in the white gauze.

Dozens of puppet teenagers raised their sedan chairs, and the ghost emperor turned his head back seemingly unintentionally. The corners of his thin lips were gently raised, and his scattered eyes fell on the stiff and sluggish Song Dingding.

A meaningful light flickered in his eyes, as if he was talking to himself, and he whispered softly, "I have left the matter of repairing the soul of the woman in the Soul Cultivation Tower, and the Lu family is about to arrive."

His voice had a hint of playfulness, and although his tone was neither light nor heavy, it was something that people could not ignore, and it was extremely powerfully passed into Song Dingding's ears.

The three words "Lu Family" made Song Dingding wake up like a nightmare, the thin sweat on her forehead couldn't stop, she recovered as if she had collapsed, and there was some color in her stagnant eyes.

- There is only one Lu family in Sanlu and Jiuzhou, which is Lu Qingchen's family.

Lu Qingchen committed sins on her own and couldn't stand the temptation. She was entangled with her junior sister Simmons, which made Gu Chaoyu, who was pregnant, die ashes.

On the way, he frequently committed evil, and in the end, he also suffered the consequences. When Simmons was about to die, he was stabbed to the point by a sword, which ruined his life.

Lu Qingchen pinned all his hopes on the pregnant Gu Chaoyu, but in the end he forced Gu Chaoyu to jump off the volcano in front of him, becoming a sacrifice to summon the dragon.

Since he was a small star and held the moon, he has raised a stinky habit of being arrogant and arrogant. Except for Gu Chaoyu who treats him sincerely, most of the other women covet the prosperity and wealth of his family.

Although Lu Qingchen is a jerk, he also knows who is sincere to him. Now that he has lost Gu Chaoyu, he realizes that she is good.

But the mountains are hard to move, the nature is hard to change, and the freedom that Gu Chaoyu only bought when he died, how could Lu Qingchen's prodigal son be able to redeem it when he turned back.

The ghost emperor passed the news of Pei Ming's restoration of Gu Chaoyu's soul to the Lu family. After Lu Qingchen heard about it, he would definitely add new hatred to the old hatred, and bring people to force Pei Ming to hand over the soul in the Soul Cultivation Tower.

If Lu Qingchen knew that Pei Ming would not fight back, how could he let Pei Ming and her body go?

"You can see me..." Almost every word was squeezed out of her teeth, she tried to control her emotions that were about to get out of control: "Why torture him like this?"