Chapter 13 Blood Pupil

Feiyun touched the purple sand pot and tilted the spout to the scent cup. The blue water in the pot was hot and spilled out.

The green bud stretched out in the boiling water and dyed the white jade cup blue, which was very beautiful. The fragrant cup exudes a seductive fragrance. This smell is attractive, even if it is not a mellow wine, but it also makes people intoxicated.

Looking at Ye'er fluttering twice in the cup, like snowflakes and sinking into the bottom of the cup, she was really a little more comfortable, but with a trace of regret.

This slight change can naturally be seen by the flying clouds. He really doesn't know how many years he has been following. Why doesn't he know what the master is thinking at this time? At that moment, he shook his head and smiled and said, "Master, do you think you are in a hurry to prepare this time and haven't choose a good place?"

Really stretched out three fingers - index finger, middle finger and thumb, pinched the white jade scent cup and put it under the nose: "Fragrant, it's really fragrant." He nodded repeatedly, gently put the cup on the tea tray, and sighed, "Good tea, good tea utensils... Hey, Feiyun, but your room has lost its elegance."

Feiyun shook his head with a wry smile and said a little aggrievedly, "Master, it's rare for you to say that you want to drink tea. The disciple doesn't know why. He just wants to give you tea quickly, but how can he get anything else?"

really waved his hand: "Well, when the devil is in trouble, I'm afraid we old bones won't be free. When the younger generation works hard, we will only care about the quiet and secluded land behind the mountain. Look at the waterfall and Tianhe River, play a song of high mountains and flowing water, and drink a cup of fragrant and light tea.

Seeing that the master was in a good mood, Feiyun was also very gratified and nodded repeatedly. While speaking, he poured the tea in the fragrant cup into the tea tasting cup and buckled the fragrant cup upside down on the tea tasting cup. Then he took the tea cup and respectfully presented it in front of him.

I really took the tea cup and didn't taste the tea, but suddenly looked solemn and put the tea cup on the table: "Flying clouds."

"Disciples are here."

"You have been following me for many years. What do you think of your practice?"

Feiyun blushed and shouted with shame. He quickly walked to the master, knelt down and kowtowed three times: "Disciple Feiyun is mediocre, secular and virtuous, Taoist has no merit, mediocre, and has really been taught by teachers." He was sincere, with a little guilt, but a little sad: "Disciples have practiced and entered the Taoism, but they dare not forget that their teachers often teach - don't do good things when they are small, don't do evil when they are small, and act worthy of heaven and earth."

He did not have talent in his practice. Although he now bears the cultivation of the imperial sword, he only stops at the early stage of the imperial sword, and there is no possibility of further progress. Although he has worked hard, how difficult the road to practice is. Like a person like him, he can only stop here.

He really sighed, waved his sleeves gently, and held up Feiyun's body with a strong force: "It's not blaming you. Why is there?" The cultivation master of the immortal period looked at the one in front of him, which can be said to be his most useless disciple and shook his head and said, "The subordinate's capital, secular and immoral, Taoism has no merit, so far. You're right, but what about this?"

The cultivation master of Xiangxian period sighed softly: "The world thinks that it is difficult for a capable person to become a strong man. But how do you know that it is more difficult to be strong in your heart, goodwill and benevolent deeds all your life?

Feiyun's body trembled and almost knelt on the ground again, knocking his head at the master.

"In those years, my disciple who returned to Brother Hai, your brother Yunyao, is more talented than ten times better than you? In Qingyun Daomen, the generation of Yun is outstanding, and the child can be said to be benevolent. It's just that you know the end of the child. He really mentioned an old thing, and his face was gloomy.

And how can Feiyun not know the Yunyao he said? This person belongs to the same generation as himself, but compared with his cultivation talent, it can be said to be different from clouds and mud. It's just that the Yunyao brother has been pursuing strength wholeheartedly since he went down the mountain and suffered a setback and defeated a practitioner in the magic door. In the end, he went crazy and killed his peers and seized Yuanying to supplement his own practice. Finally, he was killed by his teacher and Hai Sanren himself, and ended up with a scattered soul.

He really stretched out his hand, patted the dust on his knees, and said softly, "As a teacher, I don't ask you to be talented, secular virtue, and great achievements. I just hope that you can continue to act so openly, have a clear conscience, and always have a good heart. It's easy to say, but how many people can do it in the world?

Feiyun couldn't stop the excitement in his heart. He ploped and knelt down on the ground again. He burst into tears and kowtowed repeatedly.

In the humble room, he really shook his head gently and whispered in his heart, "In terms of qualification and talent and practice progress, I can only see that Shoucheng can be compared with Yun Yao. This time, the child was sent down the mountain. Although all the practitioners are the method of creation, but..."

The horse-faced man saw that the round shield could not support it, but the other party's face was a little hesitant, and the sword power in his hand slowed down. How could he let go of such an opportunity?

He directly transported twelve true yuan and poured them into the manipulated return shield. Taking advantage of this instantaneous gap, he let go of the operation of the defense weapon and took several steps back.

Although he maintained the idea of escaping and save his life, when the man moved, Mo Shoucheng felt that the pressure on the sword was a few points greater, and naturally he subconsciously urged his skills to compete. Poor Guiyuan Shield could no longer support it. At the same time, he encountered two strong pressures, and finally broke into pieces under the blade of the Shanshui sword.

At this time, the defense weapon has been broken. Although the horse-faced man retreated very quickly, can he still get the flying sword controlled by the master of the Yuanying period? At this time, Mo Shoucheng only needed to send a flying sword, and I was afraid that he could immediately kill him.

But Mo Shoucheng sighed softly and took the Shanshui sword back in his hand.

"What on earth do you want to do?" He was not afraid of the other party's escape. At this time, the two practitioners in the scattered period were broken, and the damage caused to him was as good as being directly stabbed in the chest. And the horse-faced man, although he is unharmed, has no possibility of resistance.

At this moment, the spiritual consciousness suddenly moved. Mo Shoucheng didn't think about it or think about it, and subconsciously waved his sword.

With a sound, Shanshui Sword didn't know what it had encountered. The sound was not like the intersection of gold and iron, and it looked a little dull, like a hammer hitting a stone.

"Hmm, good means."

A low male voice suddenly sounded behind the horse-faced man. At the moment when the horse-faced man's face suddenly turned pale, the two scattered period practitioners next to him screamed at the same time. The sudden change, Mo Shoucheng stared at it, but saw that the chests of the two scattered practitioners were pierced by a foreign body at the same time.

The foreign body looks like a long snake, and the whole body is dark and faintly bright in the sunlight. Like a sword, not a sword, like a whip, but like a long human hand, just twisted and terrible.

The foreign object inserted into the bodies of the two scattered practitioners from behind and only twisted twice, and the two scattered practitioners immediately accounted. The practitioners without Yuanying, like ordinary people, have no second life.

Mo Shoucheng knew that the foreign body in front of him was the strange thing that suddenly attacked him before, but who manipulated this foreign body? Why did you even kill those two practitioners in the loose period? Although he didn't understand what had happened, he also knew that he should be careful at this time to avoid the boat captating in the sewer.

But I didn't expect that the horse-faced man's face showed fear, but his legs were soft, and he couldn't move a step. His mouth opened and closed twice, but he didn't make a sound.

A dark figure quietly appeared behind the horse-faced man. Taking Mo Shoucheng's cultivation as his eyesight and spiritual knowledge, he didn't realize at all when and how the man appeared behind the horse-faced man.

"Waste." The dark figure was close behind the horse-faced man, as if it were the shadow of the other party, but people couldn't see his appearance at all. At the moment when the sound sounded, the long foreign body that pierced the two divergent practitioners suddenly threw the two bodies to the ground. With bright red blood waves, he danced twice in the air and suddenly turned into a snake, tightly wrapped around the horse-faced man's body.

"Forgive my life... Lord, forgive me... forgive my life." The horse-faced man was wrapped in the foreign body and suddenly couldn't move. His face changed from white to red, but it was tightly entangled. The voice was intermittent, but there was panic in the hoarseness.

" Stop it! Who the hell are you? What do you want to do!" Although it was unknown, Mo Shoucheng never wanted to see the horse-faced man die in front of him. He raised his sword and pointed to the dark figure: "Why did you attack me and kill them again?"

The dark figure did not answer his question, but only whispered in the ear of the horse-faced man: "Waste...dead."

As soon as the words fell, a lot of inverted thorns suddenly grew on the snake-like twisted foreign body, like a rose stem. Countless needles immediately plunged into the skin of the horse-faced man, causing an amazing sad sound - "Oh, oh!!!"

Mo Shoucheng's face changed, and he couldn't help his actions. He showed his body. The whole person turned into a sharp man and rushed to the dark figure: "stop, stop!"

Although he moved very fast, he was still a step late and never had time. In the angry roar of Mo Shoucheng, the foreign body twisted and squirmed again, spinning like a meat grinder, and stirred up the horse-faced man wrapped in the middle!

In a mass of meat mud, there was also a huge heart that was lucky not crushed. It hit the sky several times before falling to the ground. But this heart did not escape the fate of being smashed and was crushed by the dark figure.

For a moment, it was as if the sky had rained blood, the earth burst into a bleeding river, and even the air was permeated with a bright red smell.

Mo Shoucheng stopped and held his breath in the bloody storm. The turbulent murder, which was finally suppressed, seemed to be stimulated by a crimson in front of him, and suddenly broke out from his body.

He knew that his hand holding the sword was trembling, not because of fear, but because of anger.

"Why?" The teenager bit his teeth, adjusted his breathing, and operated his whole body. Although those who died in front of him were three practitioners who had just fought with themselves. But seeing the other party end up like this, this teenager has never been able to deal with it calmly.

Mo Shoucheng suddenly raised his head, and there was a burning anger in his angry eyes - the flame was red, blood-like crimson.

"Why!"