The first stage of misery

Chapter 79
The cold wind stopped at night, and in the wilderness, facing the sudden attack, everyone didn't notice it for a while, causing Ye Piaoling to splatter blood and die on the spot.

At the side, Xi Wudu didn't have time to grieve, and saw that all the Qiongxiao Biming Sword that had been robbed had returned to his body, causing the true energy in his body to skyrocket.

"Your Majesty, have you ever seen where the attack came from?" Mu Lingfeng slowly stepped forward to look at Ye Piaoling's body, carefully observing what moves left behind the wound, and at the same time asked aloud. The chivalrous man who was still on guard disappeared without a trace.

Xiaru Wuzong shook his head, the sword sense swept across a few miles around, but he didn't find any trace of the enemy, so he put away his sword and stood up.

At this time, Yuru Wuxia rushed to the rear with the few remaining Confucian scholars,
"Jian Ruzun drove you too fast, and you didn't know to wait for us!" the panting Confucian scholar bent down, leaning his hands on his knees and said loudly.

Sui Wuyuan, who has temporarily suppressed the sword soul after breath adjustment, opened his eyes slowly, and slowly got up, "I'm sorry, I was too anxious and didn't take your feelings into consideration." I bowed to everyone to express my apology,
Seeing this, all the Confucian scholars returned their salutes one after another, "Jian Confucianism is very polite, we just said it casually, don't care about it!"

"It's been a long time, Xiaru!" When several people were talking, Yuru had no time to turn to Xiaru who was standing aside without saying a word.

Hearing someone's greeting, Xiaru took a closer look and was slightly puzzled, "You...you are...Honor Yuru?"

Xiaru's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was deeply shocked. Although Yuru had no time to leave Haozheng Wudao for a long time, the connection between the two has not been interrupted. He has already known the news of Yuru's death, but the dead Why do people show up again.

Intentionally probing, Xiaru stepped forward, lightly extended his right palm to grab Yuru Wuxia,

Seeing this situation, Yuru had no time to dodge sideways, and used lightness kung fu to distance himself from Xiaru, "Is this how you treat old friends when you meet again?"

Xiaru said nothing, turned his palms forward, "In this case, please pay attention to Xiaru!" Yuru Wuxia's eyes froze, his true energy surged, and he flicked his sleeves lightly.

"Jade Seal Shengtao"

During the confrontation between the two forces, the nearby Confucian scholars retreated one after another, spitting blood, and had already suffered internal injuries.
Mu Lingfeng and Sui Wudu quickly stepped forward and blocked all the remaining power of the moves, Sui Wudu immediately turned around, "Are you all alright?"

All the Confucian scholars cupped their hands, shook their heads, and said, "Thank you, Jianru, for your help, and the head of the sect. We are fine, and we can just adjust our breath a little."

"That's good." Hearing everyone's reply, Xi Wuyuan let go of his worries, and continued to watch the battle in front of him, while Mu Lingfeng asked aloud,
"The Xiaru Zunjia and the Yuru Zunjia are both from the same sect, why are they fighting like this?"

After the two fought for several moves, they backed up a few steps together to widen the distance between them. Yuru Wuxia looked puzzled, pointed forward, and said playfully, "Then we have to ask him, we Great hero."

Then everyone's eyes focused on Xiaru,
I saw that Xiaru's aura was still fierce, his brows were slightly raised, and he asked in a questioning tone, "Who are you?"

"Hey, of course I am Yuru, who else could it be? Why Yin Xiaoshen, have you been beaten stupid by the evil god?" Yuru Wuxia spread his hands and began to call Xiaru's name directly, looking at him as if he was looking at him. General mental retardation.

Hearing the familiar tone, the muscles at the corners of Xiaru's mouth twitched, "I have written many letters with Yuru, and then I suddenly received the news of his death. I went to mourn him, how could it appear again?"

Xiaru made a startling remark, pointing out that Yuru had no time to die long ago, which made the scene tense immediately.

"So that's how it is!" Yuru held his forehead, suddenly realized, and then explained to everyone sadly,

"Can you imagine how much I hated my powerlessness when my benefactor and my boss hanged himself in front of me?"

The indifference of Confucian scholars and the opposition of friends and disciples are such a blow to a person. How many of you still remember Xia Kanxuan, the former head of Confucianism? "As he spoke, he looked at Mu Lingfeng, with a sarcastic tone,

"So I chose to retire and leave this cold Confucian sect. After a few years, I suffered a lot. I wanted to die, but when I thought about who would remember him if I died, and because I didn't want to be disturbed by the Confucian sect, I decided to give up. Get away with feigning death."

"Xia Kanxuan!" Xia Ru muttered to himself, admiring him but also feeling deeply sorry.
Who would have thought that the former head of the ancient virtues and ancient ways would create a new prosperous age of Confucianism together with Huangru Wushang, and create the Spring and Autumn Sacred Scrolls of martial arts? In order to achieve the purpose of quelling the war, the emotions of the people of the world were rejected by the crowd and hanged himself to death.

Thinking of this, Xiaru couldn't help but sighed again, and there was still nostalgia in his eyes.

"Okay, I've said what I have to say, Yin Xiaoshen, how do you judge?" After venting his inner depression, Yu Ruwu calmly waited for Xia Ru's reply.

Xiaru, who came back to his senses, looked at Yuru in front of him and still felt something was wrong, "I'm sorry, I hope Yuru forgives what happened just now." Without evidence, Xiaru could only suppress his doubts in his heart, and bowed to Yuru I apologize.

Seeing that the misunderstanding was resolved, everyone was very happy, but Yuru waved his hand nonchalantly at Xiaru's words, "Okay, okay, for the sake of our friendship for many years, I will spare you for the time being. "

In the distance, on Wangyou Peak, three figures stood tall. At this moment, Yi raised his head and looked at the signal sent by the Xiaru who had fought with Yuru just now and sent a message secretly.
"The situation has changed, let's leave first!" Yi turned his head and said to the crowd, with a tone that could not be rejected.

Seeing this, Yun Wanggui was a little hesitant, "Didn't you say that you have to wait for them for no reason?"

"They are not important, the only important thing is you and Xiaru." Yi waved his sleeves, and answered Yun Wanggui with a serious face,
"Okay, if you have any questions, we'll talk about them after we leave."

"But……"

Yi frowned, his eyes looked at Yun Wanggui with a little coldness.

"Don't make me say it a third time, leave, otherwise..."

Le Xunyuan, who was at the side, came to Yun Wanggui's side and whispered something, which caused Yun Wanggui to burst into joy.
"It's great that the chivalrous scholars are safe and sound."

Then he thought about it, nodded to Yi, and the three of them disappeared in place.

On the way to the world of Confucianism, I asked Naihe to look at the stars in the sky and deduce the outcome of the battle at Wangyou Peak. At this time, two meteors flew by,
"Well, an emperor in the north has fallen, and the fate star of the person related to me has also disappeared. It seems that there are many variables after I left. The Eastern Emperor and Ye Piaoling should all die!"

"In this case, Emperor Yue will completely fall under my control. My friend Donghuangtianxia, ​​you are really a generous person. As for the sheath of Ye Piaoling's hidden sword, it is useless to me, but I still need to tell Xia Chenglin."

Sneering, not paying any attention to the deaths of the two, Wen Naihe continued to walk towards the world of Confucianism.

(End of this chapter)