Chapter 43 Uncle Xia passed away

The next morning, "Dong! Dong! ..." Qi Yunhong's bell rang again, which woke up all the disciples.

At the foot of Qiyun Mountain, the external skills disciples walked out of the door with packages one by one. Zhou Xing packed up all the things he needed to bring, including clothes, practicing the mind method, the first three layers of Huayun's mind method, as well as small porcelain pieces, elixir bottles, and the untrained "selfless swordsmanship", and some trivial things.

Everyone involuntarily gathered in a relatively wide space, and everyone talked to each other.

"Are we really leaving?"

"Yes, it's been less than a year since we came here, and we haven't been up the mountain yet."

"I don't know what the days will be like in the future. Is there any monthly Danfeng?" Some people are worried that for them, getting a drop of Dan every month is the most rare thing. If it weren't for the small porcelain tiles, Zhou Xing would also regard a lower elixir as a treasure.

Some people are more optimistic, "It's annoying and hard to do foreign exercises here. It's good to leave. Isn't it practice everywhere?"

"That's right, when we are successful in practice in the future, we will come back and rob Qi Yunfeng."

"Shh! Don't talk nonsense. Those immortals are very capable. In case they are heard, be careful not to finish eating.

"What are you afraid of! Anyway, we are no longer from Hua Yunzong, and they are not our teachers. What's there to be afraid of? These are almost all secular teenagers. They don't have too much experience. Their minds are far less mature than Zhou Xing. Naturally, they don't understand the law of respect for strength in the world of cultivation.

"Brother Zhou, you could have gone up the mountain yesterday, but it's a pity that something like this happened!" A younger brother surnamed Mu next to him is still bigger than Zhou Xing, but he has just been here for less than half a year. He patted Zhou Xing on the shoulder and sighed.

Zhou Xing shook his head and smiled bitterly. This matter really made him unhappy until now.

After a while, a light came from the mountain, which was still the middle-aged elder who came yesterday. His face was calm, he glanced at the crowd, pointed to a random person, and said, "Go to Xia's nephew and get the roster."

The disciple answered and trotted to Uncle Xia's residence. For a moment, he ran back with a blue face and shouted as he ran, "There's something wrong! There's something wrong!"

"What's the fuss!?" The middle-aged elder frowned and asked.

The disciple was obviously scared by something and hesitated, "Xia... Uncle Xia... He is dead..."

As soon as this word came out, the middle-aged elder's expression changed, and the light flashed and disappeared in place.

And the remaining disciples were shocked one after another, and their faces were hard to look.

"Why did Uncle Xia die? Will you misread it?" Someone asked the disciple.

"Yes, yesterday, I went to get Danfeng. Uncle Xia is fine. There is nothing wrong." There are also strange people.

The disciple's body was still shivering and said straight, "Really, really dead! When I went in... Uncle Xia sat there... As soon as I screamed, he fell to the ground... scared... scared me to death!"

Zhou Xing was a little dizzy. He still remembers that when he went there yesterday, he saw Uncle Xia talking to him happily and told him to practice well. It seems that the picture is still in front of you.

"Let's go, let's go and have a look." Someone ran to Uncle Xia's wooden house first, and many people followed him.

Zhou Xing bit his lip and followed without saying a word. He couldn't believe how a person who was good yesterday suddenly died. What's more, Zhou Xing is more familiar with this person and regards him as his own relatives.

Not long after, everyone came to Uncle Xia's wooden house.

Everyone did not dare to enter. They stood at the door and looked in. An old man was lying on the ground without moving. The middle-aged elder squatted next to the old man, with his hands on the old man's back.

"That's really Uncle Xia." Someone whispered.

Zhou Xing naturally recognized that the old man's appearance was indeed Uncle Xia. This discovery made Zhou Xing's heart suddenly sink.

For a long time, the middle-aged elder withdrew his hand and sighed slightly. He looked at the many foreign disciples outside the door and said in a low voice, "Xia's nephew, because Dantian was abandoned, it is not easy to survive until now. He has passed away."

This was said by the middle-aged elders, and everyone is sure that there is no doubt that they are sad one by one.

"Uncle Xia was good to us. He died when we were leaving. It's really not the right time." Someone whispered.

A man said loudly to the middle-aged elder, " Elder, can we pay tribute to Uncle Xia?"

Some people immediately echoed, and everyone said they wanted to pay tribute. The memorial service is to set up graves, put sacrifices, and burn incense.

The middle-aged elder hesitated for a moment and shook his head and said, "There is not much time. I'm leaving Qi Yun soon. I have my own final say about this. You can go back and prepare." With that, with a wave of his hand, a blue light came out, and Uncle Xia's body disappeared in everyone's eyes and then left.

Although everyone envies these immortals the ability to take things and hide things out of thin air, it is not surprising. For those who could not pay tribute to the elderly, a few people looked a little sad and angry, but they didn't say anything. Everyone returned the same way one after another.

Zhou Xing left for the last time, looking at the empty wooden house, and his heart was full of bad taste. Uncle Xia used to be a true practitioner and a disciple of three generations, but he died so easily that he didn't even get a memorial.

What's the difference between practitioners and ordinary people? In the end, they are dead.

Thinking about the scene with Uncle Xia, from the first time I saw this sleepy old man, to receiving the elixir every month, and then helping him save Xiaofu. When he gathered, he lent himself elixir, and also told him a lot of common sense of cultivation, and told him the sentence "the practitioner should be like a rock". Until yesterday, he returned the elixir to Xia Shi. Uncle, say goodbye to Uncle Xia. These pictures floated in front of Zhou Xing's eyes.

His eyes turned slightly red, and he promised Uncle Xia's conditions, which could not be realized in his life.

"Those who practice truth, their hearts should be like a rock!" Zhou Xing echoed this sentence in his mind. He raised his head and took back the tears that were about to break his eyes.

"Uncle Xia was fine yesterday. Even if Dantian was abolished, he could not die like this without warning." Zhou Xing thought that the Lord of the Eight Peaks came to Qiyun yesterday. Even ordinary people would be unable to bear the pressure. Uncle Xia may not be able to bear this damage anymore. Zhou Xing couldn't help but have a trace of hatred for the owner of the eight peaks.

Xiaofu got up from Zhou Xing's arms and touched Zhou Xing's face with his long rabbit ears.

Zhou Xing patted Xiaofu's head and walked back for a long time.

Although Uncle Xia's death had some impact on the external disciples at the foot of Qiyun Mountain, he was soon separated by the fact that he was about to leave Qiyun. This seems to be like a big stone thrown into the water, with a lot of ripples, but it will still dissipate quickly.

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Dozens of foreign prosperity disciples stood behind the middle-aged elders with packages on their backs. On top of Qi Yunfeng, a handsome and extraordinary young man took brisk steps and walked to the foot of the mountain. Their faces were a little calm and somewhat bored, but the feeling in the behavior was completely different from that of the foreign prosmen. The same.

These young people are naturally the disciples of four generations. Their cultivation is all in the realm of practicing qi. After Zhenyuan's quenching, their skin looks shiny, and their eyes are also very bright. In addition, after a long period of practice, it more or less reflects the appearance of fireworks on earth.

The disciples of foreign skills held their breath and waited, with envy in their eyes.

Many of these four generations of formal disciples look at the external disciples with disdain or disregard. In their eyes, those who have not been trained to become true are ordinary mortals, and they cannot be compared with them. There are also many eyes with kindness and nostalgia, because they still remember that they were also the one who went out here.

There are a large number of fourth-generation disciples, far more than foreign disciples, at least thousands of them. They stood together, but inadvertently divided into three teams. There are about 1,000 people in one team, only a hundred people in the other team, and only about 50 people in the third team. The three teams only talk to their own teams, as if there is a river separated from the other teams, and the path is clear.

Zhou Xing found that the temperament of the brothers of these three teams is quite different. The fewer the number of teams, the higher their cultivation seems to be. After thinking about it for a while, I guessed that the realm of the cultivation of these three teams of brothers is the low level, middle level and high level.

"Is this the so-called respect for strength?" Zhou Xing thought of it secretly.

After about a cup of tea, many figures appeared at the intersection of the mountain again. All the four generations of disciples stopped one after another and bowed slightly in the direction of the figure with respect.

Zhou Xing felt a faint sense of pressure from those figures.

The figures gradually appeared, and there were dozens of them, some with white beards and white hair, some were just middle-aged, and a few were similar to the four generations of disciples.

Most of these people carried their hands behind their backs and held a sense of majesty. Their feet moved gently, often a distance of several feet. At the previous moment, they were still at the foot of the mountain. In two breaths, they already appeared in front of everyone.

This pressure is more obvious at this time. Among the disciples of external skills, there are some disciples who have just arrived in less than three months. Because there is not much real spirit, their faces are a little flushed.

As soon as Zhou Xing's eyes turned, he found a person in this group of people. Like most people, he was wearing a green robe and looked like an amiable old man. This person was the master he met with Brother Li Jun when he entered the mountain!

Zhou Xing looked straight at his future master. Originally, yesterday, he should have went up the mountain and officially worshipped him as his teacher.

Suddenly, the amiable old man seemed to feel Zhou Xing's eyes. He turned around and cast his eyes on Zhou Xing. Then he was a little surprised, as if he was thinking about something. He immediately smiled and nodded to Zhou Xing before turning back.

"The master smiled at me." Zhou Xing had some happiness in his heart, which diluted the sadness of Uncle Xia's death just now.

At this time, there seemed to be an angry cold hum in Zhou Xing's head.

Zhou Xing looked around doubtfully and found nothing.