Chapter 733
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Meng Ziqiu grabbed Yan Chuan's hand and shook his head. "It's no use. I, I can't save her!"
Yan Chuan's face became more and more gloomy.
Countless eyes were fixed on them. All the Confucian cultivators stared at them.
"Emperor of Hell, before I die, there are two things that I can't let go of. Please …" Meng Ziqiu looked defeated.
After checking, Yan Chuan also knew that Meng Ziqiu couldn't save her.
"Go ahead!" Yan Chuan nodded.
Meng Ziqiu smiled bitterly and said, "I can see Rongrong's thoughts. That girl is stubborn. Sometimes, she can't change her mind. With such a character, it's best for Taoism. Unfortunately, Taoism isn't as simple as that in this world. I hope you can understand her in the future!"
As soon as Meng Ziqiu said this, Yan Chuan immediately understood. Obviously, Meng Ziqiu knew about the matter between him and Meng Rongrong!
Taking a deep breath, Yan Chuan nodded and said, "Don't worry. I'll deal with it properly. Meng Rongrong, I won't let anyone hurt her!"
Meng Ziqiu closed his eyes with satisfaction.
"Also, help me pass a message to Wen Ruo!" Meng Ziqiu's eyes showed a trace of bitterness.
"Go ahead!"
"Wen Ruo is a poor child. Tell him 'Father is sorry for him!'" Meng Ziqiu said bitterly with a teardrop in his eyes.
"I will!" Yan Chuan said affirmatively.
"Thank you!" Meng Ziqiu forced a smile on his bitter face.
"Fengshui Southern Sect is a place of trouble. You'd better leave as soon as possible!" Meng Ziqiu said the last sentence, and his voice became weaker and weaker.
In the end, Meng Ziqiu suddenly went limp and no longer made a sound.
"Dean Meng!" Yan Chuan called in a deep voice.
But at this moment, Meng Ziqiu didn't make a sound.
There was a moment of silence. Everyone was silent, but the twenty or so Confucian cultivators of the Yue Shan Academy secretly sighed! It was as if he was rejoicing.
Yan Chuan held Meng Ziqiu's hand. In his palm, Yan Chuan could feel what Meng Ziqiu had secretly given him before his death.
"Huo Guang, prepare a coffin!" Yan Chuan said in a deep voice.
"Yes!"
Soon, Huo Guang took out a huge piece of jade from a flying boat not far away. With a wave of his hand, the jade was quickly cut open. In the blink of an eye, a coffin appeared!
Gently placing Meng Ziqiu's body in the coffin, Yan Chuan quietly hid the thing that Meng Ziqiu had given him before his death.
"Greetings, Sect Leader!"
"Greetings, Master!"
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Countless geomancers suddenly bowed in a certain direction.
Yan Chuan put Meng Ziqiu down and turned his head. In the distance, he saw a black-robed figure slowly flying over. Behind the black-robed figure was a group of geomancers, including Ming Lingtian.
The black-robed man in the lead exuded a faint black aura, giving off a gloomy aura. Before he even arrived, the aura of 'death' had already caused the surrounding temperature to drop by half.
The black-robed figure wore a black hat, so his face couldn't be seen clearly. However, everyone knew what kind of face was under the hat.
"Master!" Feng Yinyang greeted the black-robed figure respectfully.
It was Li Canglan, the Sect Leader of the South School of Feng Shui!
Li Canglan didn't speak. He slowly walked toward the coffin! Although he didn't say a word, he was still the center of attention.
He walked over slowly, but Yan Chuan frowned and looked at him.
"Master, Senior Meng Ziqiu has already passed away!" Feng Yinyang said in a low voice.
Li Canglan walked toward the coffin. Yan Chuan frowned and stopped him.
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