Who would have thought that the "small fries" Tianlang-Jun was referring to were actually these two people?
All of a sudden, the crazed look on his face was wiped clean, replaced by a look of stupidity.
His voice was hoarse, as if there was a lump of phlegm stuck in his throat. "When Luo Binghe entered my Huan Hua Palace, I nurtured him carefully and supported him. But he refused to take me as his master, and refused to marry my daughter. He just couldn't forget you. Naturally, I had to investigate Peak Lord Shen to see what kind of peerless character he was. Who knew that I would find out a lot of old things. I know every single detail about you. Who your master was, what you did, how you entered Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, it was really wonderful. Even without the sower incident, you would have gone to the water dungeon anyway. Who knew that there would be other changes, and I didn't have to worry about it. "
The Old Palace Master fell into a daze, saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Qiu Haitang quietly retreated, her face full of disgust. Shen Qingqiu's heart was as clear as snow, and the nausea grew stronger.
Although it looked like they were in the forest, they had not left the Holy Mausoleum, but had arrived at a special chamber inside the Holy Mausoleum.
Qiu Haitang gritted her teeth. "It's fake. It's all fake! This person … now he's like this, who is he trying to show! "
The expression on his face did not change. He faked a smile and said, "Miss Qiu, Old Palace Master, how have you been?"
He had no limbs, so he concentrated his spiritual energy in his shout and attacked. With every shout, Shen Qingqiu felt a powerful spiritual stream slashing at him, and its power was not inferior to a critical hit. The grass and trees shook, and the leaves flew. Shen Qingqiu used his bleeding right hand to hold the scabbard to block a few attacks. Pain came from the wound in his palm, but he didn't dare switch hands. If he didn't use his left hand to hold Luo Binghe, he was afraid he would throw him out!
The Old Palace Master finally stopped howling. Qiu Haitang slowly pushed him closer. He calmed down and looked down at Shen Qingqiu, who was holding Luo Binghe. "You really protect him."
These two small fries, one wanted to kill Luo Binghe, and the other wanted to kill Shen Qingqiu. Qiu Haitang's cultivation was not good enough and she needed help. Although the Old Palace Master was down and out, he was much stronger than her. A starving camel is still bigger than a horse. In any case, he used to be the leader of a sect. His limbs were all broken, but his spiritual power was not reduced. When men and women work together, it is not tiring. A blind person carries a cripple.
The Old Palace Master said, "Now that things have come to this, there is no need to hide anything."
As soon as he couldn't see that face, the Old Palace Master's facial muscles immediately collapsed and convulsed. His eyes were filled with resentment as he opened his mouth.
The two of them were now in a position where Luo Binghe was tightly clinging to him, his head resting on his chest. Shen Qingqiu said in a low voice: "Look carefully, this is not Su Xiyan."
The Old Palace Master said, "Why not use spiritual energy to fight back?"
He could only sigh. "My disciple is indebted to the Old Palace Master's kindness. It's just that the Palace Master's two swords were clearly directed at him. Isn't it a little inconsistent between words and actions? "
Pointing at the heavens and cursing the earth, he cursed Tianlang-Jun and Shen Qingqiu as viciously as he could. He roared dozens of times that they were ungrateful. Suddenly, his expression softened and he said kindly: "Xiyan … come here … Shizun has something good for you, drink it …"
The Old Palace Master said slowly: "I will ask again, are you going to let me pass?"
His eyes were furry, crawling up and down Luo Binghe's face. If he had hands, he would have touched it long ago. Shen Qingqiu felt a little nauseous and involuntarily hugged Luo Binghe's head and pulled it into his arms.
Shen Qingqiu thought to himself: Can I say I'm not surprised and then you will let me pass? But he said: "I heard that the Old Palace Master has gone to live in seclusion."
He raised his head and said indifferently: "The Old Palace Master has said that he is my good disciple. Do you think I should let him pass? "
Shen Qingqiu dropped his arms. The blood in his palms, which had stopped flowing slightly, began to drip down again.
Shen Qingqiu covered the back of Luo Binghe's head with one hand and pressed his face against his chest, not letting the Old Palace Master continue to fantasize about him. He could not bear it any longer: "Enough!"
Blood stained Shen Qingqiu's eyes. He suddenly looked up, his pupils constricting.
Although he did not know what was going on, it seemed that he wanted to settle the score with Luo Binghe. Shen Qingqiu did not bat an eyelid. He tucked Luo Binghe behind him, completely blocking him.
Even if you beat him to death, he would never have thought that there would be a day when he would speak up for Luo Binghe. Hearing this, the Old Palace Master let out a strange laugh. Qiu Haitang suddenly lifted the thick blanket covering his body. Shen Qingqiu's breathing stagnated for a few seconds.
You only recognized my body, not my soul. What's the use … Shen Qingqiu was helpless.
Qiu Haitang's eyes were filled with resentment. The Old Palace Master moved his head, his voice hoarse: "Peak Lord Shen, do I look unharmed?"
Originally, her fighting strength was too low and could be ignored, but the current situation was a bit troublesome.
The master of this tomb was obviously the last kind. These trees and flowers looked ordinary, but Shen Qingqiu absolutely did not want to touch them. He took off his coat and covered the two people's heads. He tightened his grip on Luo Binghe's waist and cautiously stepped forward.
Now, if he could still use Luo Binghe to take risks with a clear conscience, then he really would become the scum villain in the original work!
Shen Qingqiu snapped his fingers with his left hand and the Xiu Ya sword at his waist was unsheathed. With a clang, it crossed with the cold sword flying towards him. Unexpectedly, the strength of both sides did not decrease.
Shen Qingqiu pushed Luo Binghe up and hit his chest with his palm, sending in a few waves of spiritual energy. Although it was a wretched amount, right now he could not give more to others. How much he could lose was how much he could lose. As for the other things, he ignored them all! Ignored!
Leaving the sarcophagus, he dragged Luo Binghe all the way to the "east end" that the Dream Demon had pointed out. After walking for a while, the walls of the tomb began to become damp. The soles of his feet were slippery and covered with thick moss. It became harder and harder to stand steadily. Shen Qingqiu slowed down to avoid slipping.
Shen Qingqiu said: "Naturally, the oil lamp has run out."
Shen Qingqiu: "If I get out of the way, the Palace Master will only kill him and not me?"
Wisps of fine white silk flew past and was about to touch Luo Binghe's pale cheeks. Shen Qingqiu gently blew and the white silk crookedly flew away. The Old Palace Master thought that he was resigned to his fate and no longer paid attention to him. His eyes turned and focused on Luo Binghe's peacefully sleeping face.
Under the blanket, there was only a flat square body, all four limbs missing.
This expression … was very wrong.
That's right! In the end, as a master, he had no obligation to help his disciple extinguish his fire, even if the fire was caused by him!!!
The Old Palace Master had actually been cut into a human stick! The Sect Master of a generation was like a man, not a ghost, not a ghost, nested in a small broken cart, only his head could move. The original Shen Qingqiu's fate had actually been transferred to the Old Palace Master!
Shen Qingqiu: "…"
The phrase "I hope you've been well" was usually just a formality. Shen Qingqiu laughed dryly.
The flying sword was still moving forward, and Shen Qingqiu had no choice but to grasp it tightly. The force was so great that the blade almost cut off half of his palm.
The grass rustled.
Shen Qingqiu snapped the blade with his bare hands and tossed it into the grass at the side. He stared at the two people who were glaring at him like tigers watching their prey.
The blade cut deeply into his palm, but he held it firmly and did not advance even half an inch. Blood did not drip, but splashed. Half of Shen Qingqiu's clothes and the grass on the ground were instantly covered with a layer of bright red.
White silk floated in the air like dandelion seeds, swaying and flying before his eyes. Shen Qingqiu said: "This Shen has never offended the Old Palace Master …"
This name awakened the Old Palace Master. He said fiercely: "Why don't you listen to my orders? Why don't you listen! Am I not good to you? Don't you want Huan Hua Palace, want to sit in this position? I know you wanted it since you were a child! Listen to me obediently, and I will pass on everything to you. Unfortunately, both of them were ungrateful. Ungrateful! "
That day when he was captured in Sha Hualing's Chi Yun Cave, Shen Qingqiu had saved people from various sects. He had only met her for a short time, but it had already aroused her suspicions. Perhaps after he returned to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect and was taken away by Luo Binghe, Qiu Haitang also crossed the border and followed him all the way to the demon world. Luo Binghe had captured a large number of Black Moon Rhinoceros Pythons to break the Holy Mausoleum's enchantment. He must have been badly battered, his mind in disorder, and had no time to defend himself. He actually didn't notice someone sneaking in.
Even though he had been cut into a human stick, the Old Palace Master's spiritual power was not the least bit weak. No wonder Qiu Haitang relied on him. Just as he was thinking this, the Old Palace Master suddenly let out a long roar. The Xiu Ya sword's scabbard made a very light cracking sound. In the end, it could not block it. A strong attack hit him, and Shen Qingqiu fell backward. As he fell, he turned around, using himself as a cushion to prevent Luo Binghe from falling to the ground. Luo Binghe's heavy weight made him see stars.
Thinking of "when", Shen Qingqiu's heart suddenly moved. "When Qiu Guniang suddenly appeared in Jinlan City, the Old Palace Master must have played a part in this, right?" Since Zhuzhi-Lang had already denied that it was his doing, then it must have been someone else adding fuel to the fire. Otherwise, with Qiu Haitang's miscellaneous sect, how could she have had the opportunity to snatch the frontline and show her face?
To be precise, only one person walked out. The other was pushed on a small wheelchair-like vehicle.
Suddenly, a sharp sound pierced through the air, accompanied by a cold white light.
The Old Palace Master's eyes suddenly burst out, and he let out several loud shouts.
Although facing Tianlang-Jun, a character without original data, Luo Binghe's cheat was useless, the Old Palace Master was still a character within the scope of the original work. The protagonist's golden unbreakable law should not have lost its effect against him. He could try to wash his hands of this matter, just like when he tricked the Skin-Flaying Demon Die 'er to death in the Shuanghu City instance. He could let the Old Palace Master chop Luo Binghe and see in the end who tricked who.
The Old Palace Master said, "This beast is ungrateful, harming me to this point. I must kill him with my own hands."
Shen Qingqiu strongly agreed. Why not cut the weeds and eliminate the roots!
The Old Palace Master said, "That was then, but now it's not the same. Peak Lord Shen, please step aside. I don't care what happens to you, I just want to settle the score with this kid. "
The Old Palace Master stared at him for a long time, then sighed. "When his eyes are closed, he is the most similar. And when his face is cold. "
In a moment of desperation, Shen Qingqiu slightly shifted his body, raised his arm, and grabbed the blade with his bare hands.
Continuing forward, not only was there moss, but weeds and flowers also emerged. The tomb gradually widened, trees of different heights rising from the ground on both sides. Not only was the ground slippery, but there were also old tree roots entangled, stumbling from time to time. Insects flew past, and birds chirped. The blue-black ceiling suddenly rose, the white crystal particles inlaid on it twinkling, like a curtain of stars in the night sky.
Qiu Haitang hatefully said, "Shen Jiu, I already said that I would recognize you even if you turned to ashes. I already knew that your self-destruction in Huayue City was a trap. Committing suicide to atone for your crimes? Haha, how could you be that kind of person? In that demonic woman's territory, I saw it at a glance. You really didn't die! "
Before this matter was settled, the second white light came. This time, it was aimed directly at Luo Binghe's throat. The Xiu Ya sword was blocking the first sword and couldn't be recalled. He couldn't throw Luo Binghe away. If he touched those flowers and plants, he would be done for!
The Old Palace Master laughed. "Live in seclusion? You really believe it? In the entire Huan Hua Palace, in the entire cultivation world, how many people believe it? As for what the truth is, you'll have to ask your good disciple. "
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't convince himself to rely on the male lead's unbreakable golden body to watch coldly from the sidelines and let others chop Luo Binghe, betting on who would win and who would lose.
The one standing was a beautiful woman with a slender waist and curvaceous curves. Although the person being pushed was sitting in a chair, the neck down was wrapped in a thick blanket, but Shen Qingqiu wasn't unfamiliar with the head that was exposed.
Shen Qingqiu said, "If he really was ungrateful, he wouldn't have left your daughter and you alive. Weeds must be cut by the roots. He understands this better than you and me. "
In fact, he could take a gamble.
It couldn't be helped. Things were different now.
The Old Palace Master smiled coldly. He didn't answer or deny it.
This grudge was too big. It was definitely not a problem that could be solved with a few words of enlightenment, chicken soup for the soul, and sighs of Buddha's mercy!
Qiu Haitang sneered. "He doesn't care about you. I'm still here!"
The Old Palace Master's voice was awe-inspiring. "You must be wondering why I've become like this."
He finally realized how painful it was to directly use his hands to grab a white blade like Luo Binghe did.
In conclusion: a woman's hatred really can't be underestimated. It's just that Shen Qingqiu had never thought about the combination of these two people. He didn't know when they got together.
Every tomb in the Holy Mausoleum was designed by the demon aristocrats during their lifetime. There were all kinds of strange things. Just like an apartment, the residents moved in, each person had a rough set, and the rest, of course, was to decorate and decorate the house according to their preferences. Those who were good at mechanisms would focus on Qimen Dun Jia. Those who were familiar with magical beasts would raise mausoleum guardian monsters. Those who were good at medicinal herbs would plant poisonous flowers and strange herbs.
The Old Palace Master sneered. "Your good disciple did a good thing. See that? He might as well cut the weeds and eliminate the roots. "
Two people walked out from behind the thick and sturdy old tree.
So, the Huan Hua Palace disciples' attitude towards him was not deliberately guided by Luo Binghe, but deliberately influenced by the Old Palace Master. Shen Qingqiu couldn't help but look at Luo Binghe again. If this child had a change of mind and worshipped someone else as his master, there wouldn't have been so much trouble. But this stubbornness and stubbornness, Shen Qingqiu couldn't complain.
After careful observation, he found that the word "unharmed" was indeed a great irony at this time. The former Old Palace Master was like an immortal. Whether it was their first meeting at the Immortal Alliance Conference or the unhappy parting at Jinlan City, his appearance and bearing were not the slightest bit inferior. But now, the Old Palace Master's always meticulous snow-white beard had become dirty and tangled. His face was so old that it looked like he had walked into the earth. The accumulated wrinkles were denser than the old tree bark behind him.
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