Huang Quan's companion

Chapter 84

At this moment, all the fierce ghosts that Min Yuejun had absorbed into his body were sucked into the fertile stone, attracted by the blood, and the hostility was condensed. However, half of Min Yuejun's spiritual power had been used on the life and death lock, and the remaining half was strong enough to hold on for nearly The inclusion of a hundred ghosts into the Wolong Stone is not enough to control the sudden explosion of hostility from the Wolong Stone!In an instant, Min Yuejun raised his head to the sky and roared loudly, his body exploded with hostility, causing harm to a radius of seven feet!

The young man in the lock of life and death covered his ears and screamed, and was stunned alive.

And the old Liu, who was outside the formation, had his spiritual power disordered, and was knocked down to the ground, most of his spiritual power was blown away!He raised his head abruptly, only to see Min Yuejun's eyes were red with blood and tears streaming down his face, and his whole body exuded a strong aura no less than that of a ghost in the underworld.He secretly said "Oops, it's a big taboo to hastily shift the soul refining target, and what surprised him even more is that Min Yuejun's mana can resist the backlash of the Wolong Stone!"At this time, Min Yuejun hides the resentment and hostility of nearly a hundred ghosts in his body, and he can almost see people killing people and seeing Buddhas killing Buddhas!

He got up and tried to capture Min Yuejun's soul, but Min Yuejun's aura was so strong that he couldn't get close at all.

Min Yuejun felt his attack, but his eyes were so red that he couldn't see where the opponent was at all.He raised his hand to wipe away the blood and tears on his face, but found that he was still blind.Furious, he drew his sword and swung it forward!

The long sword came with extremely cold and hostile energy, Lao Liu managed to dodge, but was still wounded by the sword energy and his soul flew away!

He was terrified in his heart, knowing that he was not Min Yuejun's opponent, quickly set up a gossip formation in the Wangu Cave, holding back Min Yuejun's footsteps, and then took out a bottle of golden pill refined by Li Gui and swallowed it to stabilize his soul.

Min Yuejun wanted to leave the Ten Thousand Bone Cave, but found that he was restrained everywhere, as if trapped by a formation.Before he could break through the formation, he felt the blood flowing rapidly in his body, his blood was surging, and he vomited out a mouthful of blood!Before the blood fell on the ground, it was sucked away by the Wolong stones, the bright red light became more and more intense, Min Yuejun's expression changed, his pale face was like a ghost, and his eyes were reddishly red.

Hundreds of ghosts cried together in the Wolong Stone, and the shrill cries mixed with wailing poured into his ears, and there was only one thought in Min Yuejun's mind - revenge.

He drew his sword, no longer cared about any formations, raised his palm and blasted, and the formations set up by Lao Liu exploded immediately, destroying them all!

Old Liu didn't expect him to be so cruel, he backed up again and again, seeing that Min Yuejun was about to step forward, he tremblingly wrote a talisman, and fled down the mountain in a hurry.

And on top of his head, a looming shadow said softly: "They all left you, from now on, you are just one person."

Min Yuejun heard it, with a sad expression, full of remorse, pain, self-blame, and resentment intertwined, and quickened his pace.

"Heart demon..." Shenzhu looked at this scene and murmured in a low voice, "That's when the heart demon appeared..."

Min Yuejun couldn't feel Lao Liu's aura, so he stopped talking and went down the mountain, only thinking about revenge.There are countless pictures flying in his mind, and the dream has changed with his memory, the scene of him practicing kung fu with his seniors when he was young, the scene of him and Qing Rong running to the town to set up a fortune-telling scene, the scene of Qing Rong watching The scene where he was punished by his uncles to kneel and wrap a cloak on his back to keep him warm, the scene where his master took him to the top of the mountain to guard his sword, the scene where his brothers gathered around the yard to eat the New Year’s Eve dinner, and Qing Rong Leaving aside the scene of him going down the mountain and not returning...

Lao Liu, Shengun, He Tang, and Yang Jinshu were all dizzy in the dream, and the too complicated and depressing memories made the dream unbalanced, and He Tang screamed somewhere in the dream: "My head hurts... Jin Shu... ...I can't hold on anymore... Daoist Min's dream is so painful..."

Yang Jinshu coaxed him: "He Tang, the dream has not been broken yet, Daoist Min and Qingrong are here, they will help you weave the dream, calm down! I'm still here!"

He Tang was still crying, holding on with difficulty.

It was his first dream weaving, and even with their help, the dream was in jeopardy.

Old Liu knew that this was a nightmare woven by their temptation, but the dream seemed real and illusory, and even the inner demon appeared. If he couldn't break through the dream as soon as possible, he would be trapped here to death by them!

The magic stick saw that Hetang was struggling to support, and Min Yuejun was stuck in the past, so he could only be cruel, draw a pure heart talisman in his dream, and stick it on Min Yuejun's forehead. In an instant, the chaotic situation in the dream disappeared completely, and they came back again. To Wangu Cave.

The biggest snowfall fell on the mountain in decades, and the thick snow fell on the trees, covering all the tombstones. Min Yuejun walked slowly, dressed in black and dragging a long sword, with a numb and pale expression. There were long-dried bloodstains on his face.His pupils returned to pitch black, but his whole body was lifeless like a walking corpse.

He walked to the Ten Thousand Bone Cave, his eyes moved slightly, staring at the tombstone standing silently on the ground.

"Taoist?" A soft call sounded from behind him.

He moved and looked back, only to see the boy he rescued standing side by side with another teenage boy, looking at him in fear and surprise, and said cautiously: "Master Dao, you... You're back?"

Min Yuejun asked: "Who are you?"

The older boy was more stable, cupped his fists and said respectfully: "Under Yuncang, this is my righteous brother Tianfeng, thank you Taoist priest for saving his life."

Min Yuejun's expression remained unchanged, and he asked again: "Why are you here?"

This time, Tianfeng stammered and said: "I... I woke up that day and saw... saw that there was no one here... so I went down the mountain to find brother Yuncang. We have been waiting... for the Taoist priest to come back..."

Min Yuejun said blankly: "What are you waiting for when I come back?"

"I...I see the tombstone here..." Tianfeng glanced at it, a little scared, but still said, "This is probably your relative, I... I saw that the Taoist temple was in a mess, so... I just wanted to help tidy it up , Brother Yuncang and I are together... that... Taoist priest, we have cleaned up the place, and have been waiting... waiting for you to come back!"

Min Yuejun still said the same words, but a little more at a loss: "Wait for me to come back...what are you doing?"

Yun Cang patted Tianfeng on the shoulder, and answered for him: "I think you, Daoist...maybe want to tidy up this place and recruit disciples again."

He took out a Shangqing hibiscus crown from behind and handed it to him: "We found it when we were cleaning. This Shangqing hibiscus crown is very exquisite. We dare not throw it around. We will wait for you to come back and dispose of it, Taoist priest."

Min Yuejun looked at the Shangqing hibiscus crown in his hand, and thought that it was a token of the head of the sect. He couldn't help but feel sad. The master had passed away, and the masters were dead. Even Qingrong...really...only He is alone.

Seeing his sad expression, Tianfeng couldn't help asking, "What's wrong with you, Daoist? Why do you look so sad?"

Min Yuejun looked up and asked him, "Do I look sad?"

"Daoist, you..." Tianfeng's nose was sore, and he couldn't help crying, "Daoist, you look...as if you are going to die soon, so sad...You have so many injuries on your body, why is it so painful? Didn't someone kill you?"

"Injured?" Min Yuejun smiled with a strange expression, "The person who hurt me is gone...no one can hurt me anymore."

"Really?" Yun Cang asked back, holding back the words in his heart - if it is true that no one can hurt you, why are you still so sad?

Min Yuejun turned around and knelt down towards the tombstone in the Wangu Grottoes, bowed his body and said: "My ancestors and colleagues, the disciples are unworthy, and have killed the enemy. From now on, the foundation of Qinglianguan will be taken over by me, and I don't want to be famous. Jianghu, but I hope to live up to the teachings of the ancestors. If you are not talented, you will definitely go to life and death and live up to your trust."

He kowtowed three times, and for the third time, he put his head on the ground and refused to get up.

Yun Cang and Tianfeng looked at each other, not daring to make a sound, but heard Min Yuejun weeping bitterly, holding the soil on the ground with both hands, his fingers were bleeding from rubbing—the crying sounded like weeping, it was just... like a man who had suffered a lot. Wronged child.

The two of them didn't know what happened during Min Yuejun's absence, and they didn't dare to inquire, so they could only lean together and accompany him quietly.

The god stick and Yang Jinshu in the dream were both silent.

He Tang felt something, and asked in a low voice, "Jin Shu, this is..."

Yang Jinshu sighed, and said, "At this time, Daoist Min should have...just killed his master."

He Tang still remembered the old story that Yang Jinshu had told. It was snowing heavily in the winter night. Looking closely at Min Yuejun's clothes and hair now, it was as if they had been soaked in snow.

"Min Daoist..." He Tang bit his lower lip and whispered, "It's so pitiful."

The magic stick walked up behind Min Yuejun, squatted down, and wanted to hug Min Yuejun into his arms, but his hands only fell on his head, and he lowered his eyes and said sadly: "Obviously you killed me, why does everyone say you are pitiful? "

Min Yuejun seemed to feel something, raised his head, and looked at him in a daze: "Master..."

The white cloth of the Ten Thousand Bone Cave flew up, twisted and flew, and when it dispersed, it turned out to be another river and lake inn.

Taoist Master Qingrong put fortune-telling cloth pockets, copper coins, paper and pens, etc. on the table in the guest room, yawned and beat his waist, and opened the lampshade in a daze, preparing to blow out the candle.Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black figure standing outside the door, which made him wake up suddenly: "Who?!"

The doors and windows burst open suddenly, and under the darkness of night, a tall and sinister figure stepped into the room. Qing Rong was about to throw away the talisman paper, but was stunned when she saw the person coming: "Yue Jun?"

Under the candlelight, Min Yuejun's disciple Taoist robe was already stained with blood, his deep and indifferent face was expressionless, his eyes were black and red, like ghosts and demons, extremely terrifying.He approached without saying a word, his eyes fixed on Qing Rong.

"Yue Jun, what did you do? Why is there blood all over your body?" Qing Rong hurriedly stepped forward, pulled him to the table and sat down, carefully inspecting his whole body, making sure that the blood did not come from the apprentice himself, and immediately He breathed a sigh of relief, and complained, "Where did you go to hunt ghosts again? How did you get into this look? Could it be that you had a dispute with someone in the Jianghu, and got into a fight?"

Min Yuejun didn't answer, just looked up at him.

"Look what I'm doing..." Qing Rong felt a little guilty, hid, poured tea for him with a cup, and said awkwardly, "I... I heard that there is a young Taoist priest Mingyue Jun in the Jianghu. I know it's you, you really give the master a face."

He stuffed the teacup into Min Yuejun's hand, and said with a smile: "I don't ask how you found me, you kid, you can always find me. Drink some tea, warm it up, and warm your body."

Min Yuejun picked up the teacup and drank it silently.

Qingrong looked at his features carefully, feeling a little emotional: "I haven't seen you for a few years, you really... have grown up, and you don't even dare to recognize him as a teacher."

Min Yuejun heard the words, put down the teacup, looked at him and said, "Master, come back with me."

Qing Rong was silent for a while, then slowly shook her head: "No, I can't go back."

His fate is too lonely, if he returns to Qinglian temple, his brothers, apprentices, and nephews will all be affected by him, so he dare not go back.

Min Yuejun's expression became colder, but he still said: "Master, you have left me all these years, so cruel. If you go back with me, I won't be angry with you."

"I..." Qing Rong was dumbfounded. Seeing his red eyes, she thought he was going to cry, so she comforted him, "Yue Jun, Master knows you are angry, but... it's good for you to be outside, aren't you also in the arena?" Going to practice? Maybe we will meet every day, don't be sad."

Min Yuejun said in a low voice: "You just refuse to go back with me."

"Yue Jun..." Qing Rong held his hand, wanting to say something, but saw him raise his face, his eyes were red, his expression was gloomy, it was a sign of madness!