Song Dynasty.

Tianshan Piaomiao Peak.

Vulture Palace.

Plum Sword and Bamboo Sword held the complete volume of Zhu Xian, a volume in the snow and related information in their hands and hurried to a secret training room deep in the Lingjiu Palace.

"Master, I have something urgent to report!"

Mei Jian whispered.

"Come in!"

Following a cold and majestic voice, the door opened with a bang.

I saw a girl in red sitting cross-legged on a futon in the practice room.

Her eyes were deep, with a vicissitude that was inconsistent with her appearance, and her whole body exuded a suffocating coercion and momentum.

She is Xiaoyaozi's eldest disciple.

The owner of the Vulture Palace at Piaomiao Peak in Tianshan.

The Tianshan Child Mother Witch Xingyun.

"Master, this is a script written by a writer, and the secrets revealed by him. Among them are big secrets about the master and his master!"

Mei Jian respectfully handed over the script and information.

Wu Xingyun frowned slightly.

The big secret about her and her master?

She is usually very low-key.

What's more, he is already over ninety years old, and Xiaoyaozi has disappeared for many years.

Does anyone in the world know the information about her and Xiaoyaozi?

Or a book writer?

Wu Xingyun did not read the novel, but picked up the information and read it. Her originally disapproving expression suddenly changed, and a terrifying aura burst out from her body.

The plum sword and bamboo sword were knocked out before they could react, and the door closed with a bang.

soon.

The sound of Wu Xingyun crying loudly sounded in the stone chamber, crying like a little girl.

"Master, I knew you were still alive, why didn't you come back to see your disciples!"

"That bitch Li Qiu Shui ignored the friendship of fellow disciples and attacked the disciple secretly, so that the disciple will always look like this girl!"

"Junior brother still favors that bitch and takes that bitch away..."

Wu Xingyun's heart exploded with grievance.

I don't know how long I cried.

Wu Xingyun continued to read the information.

"Hahaha……"

When he saw the information about Li Qiushui and Wu Yazi, Wu Xingyun burst into laughter and couldn't stop crying.

"It turns out that what junior brother really likes is Li Canghai!"

"Pathetic! Ridiculous!"

She has struggled with Li Qiu Shui's loneliness for so many years.

"Hmph, so what if you sneak attack me?"

"We were treated as a substitute, and ended up being abandoned!"

"You deserve it!"

After thinking about Li Qiushui's fate, Wu Xingyun suddenly felt that he was a little lucky.

"I wonder where Master is now?"

At this moment, Wu Xingyun was like a child who had been wronged and wanted to go home to find his parents.

She raised her little hand to touch her tears.

"Since Li Changsheng knows so many secrets, maybe he knows where the master is?"

Thinking of this, Wu Xingyun couldn't sit still.

Instructing the Four Swordsmen of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum to keep an eye on the Lingjiu Palace, Wu Xingyun's figure flashed, disappeared from the Piaomiao Peak Lingjiu Palace, and rushed to Wuji City.

…

at the same time.

Leigu Mountain.

Deaf Valley.

Wu Yazi, who had been trapped in the cave for decades, lay on the ground, crying with tears streaming down his face:

"The master is superior, but the disciple is incompetent, the disciple is obsessed, and the disciple has no trust in the master. Not only did he fail to manage the Xiaoyao sect well, but he also caused the Xiaoyao sect to fall apart and fight against each other!"

"The disciple is guilty! The disciple is guilty!"

Wu Yazi kept kowtowing and repented endlessly: "I am guilty, I am incompetent. Master, please come back quickly. I am willing to accept any punishment!"

Looking at Master Wu Yazi who was in tears and kowtowing constantly, Su Xinghe opened his mouth, not knowing how to speak, with a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Ninety-year-old Wu Yazi cried like a child who made a mistake?

Can you believe it?

Can you believe it?

letter?

But I thought of Xiaoyaozi’s identity.

Su Xinghe felt relieved again.

Xiaoyaozi lived for five hundred years, and even the ninety-year-old Wuyazi was just a child in front of him.

"Master, take care of yourself. Master is immortal and will come back sooner or later."

Su Xinghe comforted.

"I know, but I don't know if I can wait until Master comes back?"

Wu Yazi shook his head and sighed. Although he had profound skills, the "Beiming Divine Art", as part of the "Eternal Life Changchun Art", also had certain effects on extending life and delaying aging.

But his legs were broken and he was still alive. Even if he practiced the "Beiming Magic", he would only have a few decades to live.

"Master, thanks to your good fortune, you will definitely be able to wait until the master comes back!"

Su Xinghe suggested: "Since Li Changsheng knows the secret of the master, he may also know the whereabouts of the master. How about the disciples send someone to ask?"

He has to take care of Wu Yazi and cannot leave.

However, he also accepted many disciples.

It's okay to let those people go.

"No, I'll go there myself!"

Wu Yazi thought for a while and added: "Besides, my news has been exposed. It's not safe here. It's better to go directly to Li Changsheng."

"What the Master said is true!"

Su Xinghe's expression changed, and he felt angry and ashamed.

If he hadn't spent all his thoughts and energy on various heresies and neglected martial arts, as the great disciple, he would not even be able to deal with Ding Chunqiu!

I really feel ashamed of Master’s teachings.

immediately.

Su Xinghe quickly packed up his things and moved with Wu Yazi to Wuji City in Shifang Territory.

And two days after they left.

Ding Chunqiu came here in a hurry, all alone.

Looking at the deserted Leigu Mountain, Ding Chunqiu's face was as gloomy as water: "Damn old guy, he ran so fast!"

"But where can you run?"

Ding Chunqiu shook his feather fan lightly, rolled his eyes, and said leisurely: "Piaomiao Peak of Tianshan Mountain, you have no shame to go back, and it is impossible to go to Xixia to find the master's wife."

"But Master Wife..."

“So moist!”

Thinking of Li Qiushui, Ding Chunqiu licked his lips, feeling nostalgic.
To be continued...