A sad look appeared in the eyes of the dizzy Taoist, and he said, "Lying on the bed like a living dead is not Fu Chenxue's 'Tao', nor is it what he wants. He is the wolf in the desert, and he would rather die in battle than curl up in a doghouse; he is the eagle in the sky, and he would rather die in a dead sky than live in a chicken coop. Let him live in dignity. This is his choice and Wudang's last respect for him!"

Zhenren Qingwei wiped away his tears, stood up and said, "Junior Brother Qingfeng, do as the master's instructions... We have harmed Chen Xue, and we can no longer let him leave with regret."

Qingfeng nodded, stepped forward and dragged Qingyao away. Qingwei walked to Fu Chenxue and shouted: "Junior Brother Qingyuan, come - let's send Chenxue away for a ride in person!"

Qingyuan and several palace masters of the "Qing" generation came forward, worked together, lifted Fu Chenxue up, and walked out with heavy steps. The Wudang disciples who were surrounded by the "Direction Academy" saw the head of the sect personally leading Fu Chenxue out, and they automatically made way out and let them pass through the middle.

Seeing Fu Chenxue dying, many Wudang disciples burst into tears. Not long ago, the masked man made a big fuss in Wudang, destroying the "Zixiao Palace", and threatening to slaughter Wudang, making Wudang famous in front of the heroes of the world. Wudang was in full swing all day long. Fu Chenxue stepped forward and captured the masked man, preserved the reputation and dignity of Wudang for thousands of years, and in a blink of an eye, he became the dead soul under Wudang's rod.

Chen Shihan and Meng Shixing and other inner sect elders followed behind, crying in silence.

"Fu Chenxue is dead..." Someone shouted, like a big rock thrown into the lake, stirring up thousands of waves. The crowd of black crows was suddenly in chaos, and the crying sounded shocked the wild.

With the help of Mo Huier, Zi Lan finally climbed up the mountain. When she heard the crying sound, she knew something was wrong and almost fell down. She refused to believe the result easily and said hurriedly: "Huier, go and ask... what happened...? Chen Xue... is he still alive?"

Mo Huier agreed, and left like flying, and then like flying back, crying loudly: "Sister Zi Lan, Fu Chenxue...he is dead..."

"Chen Xue..." Zi Lan suddenly felt dizzy, and another mouthful of blood was spurted out, falling heavily, and fainted. Mo Huier cried loudly, and the female disciples of "Biluo Palace" rushed over when they heard Huier's crying, and carried Zi Lan down the mountain with all her strength and sent back to "Biluo Palace".

With the full rescue of Miaozhen and others, Zi Lan finally woke up. Her eyes were dull, and there seemed to be no vitality in her eyes, and she ignored everyone's inquiries. After a while, she slowly got up from the bed, walked barefoot to the dressing table and sat down, quietly looking at the pale and bloodless face in the mirror. After a while, she took out a comb to carefully combed her hair, applied lipstick, lighted rouge, and took out a purple one from the closet.

He changed his skirt and murmured to the mirror: "Chenxue, didn't you let me be your bride? Well, I'll marry you today... But I don't even have a dowry. This skirt is my best dress and I've never been reluctant to wear it... I'll put it on for you today. Do you think it looks good?" She held the hem of the skirt and turned it around a few times in front of the mirror, making a "giggle" laugh. As soon as the laughter stopped, she covered her face and cried bitterly.

The people in the room held their breath and looked at the weird Zi Lan, no one dared to speak out.

Zi Lan looked at herself in the mirror and cried heartbrokenly, and the sky collapsed. Mo Huier wanted to come forward to persuade her, but Miaozhen stopped her. No one could help her at this time unless she was willing to forget everything. Zi Lan cried for a while and laughed loudly, making the people in the room creepy. Zi Lan cried for a while and laughed for a while, and sometimes she seemed to be whispering to her lover's romance, with tenderness and sweetness on her face; sometimes she seemed to be parting in life and death, and she couldn't suppress her sadness; finally she picked up a shriveled flower and put it on her head, dazed in a daze. The flower is a common wild rose in Wudang Mountain. This flower was given to her by Fu Chenxue when she left Wu. She had always treasured it in the makeup box.

Miaozhen sighed and turned around and walked out. Her beloved disciple became like this, and her heart was about to be broken. How could she bear to watch it? Everyone came out one after another, leaving Mo Huier standing alone in the corner, secretly crying. Fu Chenxue died, Zi Lan went crazy, and a sensational love legend came to an end.

"Is Fu Chenxue dead?" Zhang Yucheng, who was about to leave Wudang, received the news and threw the teacup in his hand to the ground, like a furious mad lion, with blood red eyes and blue veins on his forehead, as if he wanted to eat someone.

"What? Chen Xue is dead?" Lin Jianhua couldn't believe his ears. A few hours ago, Fu Chenxue gave him a chat and laughing, but why did he die in a blink of an eye? He heard that because of Zi Lan's incident, Feng Yanran made a big fuss in the "Bi Luo Palace". Fu Chenxue was tortured for Feng Yanran, and was thrown into the "yin and yang pond". Lin Jianhua was furious and immediately pulled out his gun and wanted to argue with Qingwei and others.

Zhang Yucheng stopped Lin Jianhua and asked Qingwei to come in person. The real person Qingwei arrived and explained the whole story in detail. Zhang Yucheng slapped the table and was furious: "It's ridiculous, it's simply ridiculous! Master Qingwei, do you know what you did? Fu Chenxue is not only a disciple of Wudang, but also an active-duty soldier and a hero of the country. You beat him to death for a ridiculous reason. This is completely absent from the state, abuse of lynching, and murdering arbitrarily! Now it is the era of rule of law, what else are you talking about? I'll leave it here today. If Fu Chenxue can survive, you can't live, and you can bury him with Wudang!"

Lin Jianhua's eyes were red and he held the handle of the gun and said, "The leader of Qingwei, the chief's words are clear enough. Fu Chenxue is an active-duty soldier. You Wudang will kill him indiscriminately. This is a blatant murder of active-duty soldiers. If it goes a long way, it will be attacking the army, which is no different from rebellion, so there is no need for Wudang to continue to exist!"

True Man Qingwei was shocked in cold sweat. After coming out of Yanxia Pavilion, he went straight to "Baoyue Peak". He heard that Fu Chenxue was hit by a hundred "iron spine sticks" and was thrown into the "Yinyang Pond" again. Feng Yanran's eyes were red and hissings were long, just like a wounded wild wolf. He was about to rise up and directly took off Qingwei's head. Fortunately, Qinghuang took action in time to control Feng Yanran, otherwise there would be another scene of blood splattering on "Baoyue Peak".
Chapter completed!