Chapter 72: Come back

Zhou Beinan’s face suddenly changed, and suddenly pulled out the short gun from the waist. Zhou Xian also had a line with him, almost simultaneously pulling out the short gun at the same time. Throw in the direction of Xu Xing!
The two tracks intersected in the air, criss-crossing, and wearing a cloud-cracked ground without a stone pillar, just holding the waist of Xu Xingzhi, so that the falling posture would not smash his already broken right arm.
Qu Chi flew up and drove, and came straight to Xu Xing's body. He wanted to separate him from the stone pillar. However, the transparent spirits put Xu Xing's arm through countless holes, and the nails were dead. On the column, he thinks that if he wants to take it away, the only way is to tear off his half arm.
He can only hold Xu Zhizhi's waist and use his sleeves to wipe away the black blood from his lips: "Go, do it!"
Xu Xingzhi whispered: "My hand..."
Qu Chi looked down and saw that his right hand was like a bunch of broken cotton wool, twisted and twitched down, looking soft and abnormal.
The raging blood of the stock stunned and stunned his eyes: "Well, I want to let you down, you can bear it..."
Xu Xingzhi whispered: "...I can't see anything."
Qu Chi looked at this younger brother who had known him for more than a decade and had always been arrogant and violent. His lips shook very badly: "Nothing, relying on me, I am afraid, ah."
"Brothers..." The pain of the ten fingers and the heart gradually expanded in the body, Xu Xingzhi twitched in pain, desperately hitting the stone column with the back of the head, "Save me..."
Qu Chi looked at his right arm with a lot of holes.
The pure spiritual power of the Yuan Ying monk swelled in the wounds of his blood. He was suppressed by these spiritual powers. He did not know how to rescue Xu Xingzhi.
He pulled out his long sword in the waist and put Jianfeng on the right shoulder of Xu Xing.
...may he squat his entire right arm and reduce his pain?
Xu Xingzhi was unaware of it, leaning on him, his left hand, still able to move, grabbed his arm: "Brother..."
Qu Chi held the sword for many years, and for the first time in his life, he was in a state of dizziness.
After a short while, he clenched Xu Xingzhi and pushed the blade back to the scabbard.
While he poured the spiritual power into the body of Xu Xing without hesitation, he hugged his head and trembled and comforted: "Brother is here, my brother is not going."
Before the sudden change, some of the disciples of Fenglingshan were unable to return to God. Some of them did not believe that Xu Xing’s meeting was a ghost repair. They were horrified when they saw Xu Xingzhi’s strange punishment, and they collapsed in an instant.
Yuan Ruqi bowed his head and bowed, shouting with a cry: "Senior brother! There is a thief who is framed by the brother!!"
At the time, the voices of Fengling disciples, including many other three disciples, were like a tsunami like a mountain: "Senior brother! Hey!"
The disciples became one, Wen Xuechen also supported the wheelchair armrests with both hands, and the two legs fought back. He pushed the wheelchair back and pushed his knees on the chilly ground.
Because of the physical reasons, Wen Xuechen has always been chartered without having to bow down, but at this time, he used up his strength, almost every word was compressed in the chest, so that a word with a scream of anger: " Qing Jingjun, Guangfu Jun! This matter has not passed the court, the second has not been examined, you are anxious to punish Xu Xingzhi, what is the reason?! This is so sloppy, how can you serve the people!"
Zhou Xian followed him down, tears had flowed to his face, and he couldn’t say a word.
Zhou Beinan met Xu Xingzhi's blood, and he was angered and attacked. Even the shackles were not willing to swear: "Qing Jingjun, Guangfujun, the younger generation has always been ridiculous in this act of Xu Xing. Today, it seems that the effect is upward!"
Ying Tianchuan's main Zhou Yunlie's face changed: "Northern, retreat! Hugh rumors!"
Zhou Beinan's temperament together, no one can care for it: "Father, Fenglingshan two monarchs grow grass and kill people, you and a few distinguished ministers with him for many years, not good face to accusation, this is the son!"
He turned to the quiet Jun, and his voice was fierce: "Hugh, the younger generation is arrogant, if you can't give the punishment today, I will never be willing to go to the North!"
Guangfu Jun did not think that it would cause such a loud counterattack, nor did he expect that the brothers would directly nail Xu Xingzhi directly on the white jade column in front of the temple.
According to common sense, just use the bell to interrupt his right hand bone, first cut off his ability to write down, write down his crimes, and then slowly dispose of it in private, why is it necessary to show him the sentence, Getting things to the point where it’s not easy to clean up?
This is the case, Guangfujun is still habitually defending the actions of Qing Jingjun: "Xu Xingzhi concealed his own ghost repair status, and his plot is not good, his heart is awkward! Brothers deal with it in a timely manner and impose disciplinary action. What is wrong?"

Lu Yujiu heard that Guangfujun accused Xu Xingzhi of this, and his eyes were red when he arrived. Even when he arrived at Wen Xuechen, he was too late to cry. He shouted in a shouting voice: "No! The ghosts are not engraved like Brother Xu!" He... oh!"
Lu Yuji was shocked to find that he couldn't say a word.
He was given a percussion spell!
……Who? who is it?
Lu Yu nine emperors looked around, and after a moment, he felt a sense of heart, turning the eyes of tears to Xu Xingzhi, who was nailed and unable to move.
Xu Xingzhi was on the shoulders of Qu Chi, his mind was slightly restored, his light was drooping, and others could not see where his eyes fell, but Lu Yujiu felt instinctively that he was watching himself.
His left-handed finger on the shoulder of Qu Chi was slightly squinting, and his fingertips opened a small flower-like aura.
... Is it really Xu brother? Did Master Xu hear his shouts?
But... why? Why not let yourself defend him?
After a short while, he saw Xu Xingzhi's lips start to wriggle.
He didn't make any noise, but Lu Yujiu could see every word he spoke out clearly: "Xiaolu, if you defend me, anyone can say, but you can't say it."
He trembled compared to his own tail: "...we made an appointment."
Lu Yuji stayed in the same place and gradually understood it.
At this time, Xu Xingzhi has been forcibly imprisoned, and Lu Yujiu rebutted it. He will be forced to ask why he is familiar with the ghosts. If he can’t give a reasonable explanation, he will most likely be taken. Live and interrogate with one of Xu Xing.
The ghost carving on Xu Xingzhi's body is fake, but Lu Yujiu's body is nailed.
He can stand the test, but Lu Yujiu can't stand it.
... not letting him argue, it is such a simple reason.
When he first met in Taihua Mountain, he made an appointment with Xu Xingzhi. He promised that he would never reveal his identity as a ghost.
Lu Yujiu's tears came out, and his face slammed into the crowd.
Milo admired the chaos that started from his own, and he touched his lips to hide the uncontrollable smile.
This group of people of Xianmen, whether decades ago or decades later, is exactly the same.
The voice in the body hoarse and said: "Let go...do it."
"I don't let go, how are you going?" asked the singer, "...you are distressed?"
After all, he once again tightened his left thumb and index finger, driving the spiritual power, and saw Xu Xingzhi, who was already in a semi-coma on the white jade column, took another blood. The original spiritual force that had stood still again twitched in the steel of Xu Xingzhi, and completely crushed the right finger bone that he had already broken into bones.
... is this hand, just holding a dagger and pointing to the neck of Jura.
At that time, Jurassic was robbing the body with Qing Jingjun, and dealing with this was just a matter of hand. But even so, he could not tolerate his defeat, especially to the younger generation who dared to step on his head!
If it wasn't for Qing Jun, he still resisted in the body, and he was involved in death. He just let the spirituality of the boarding in the hexagonal bells in the heart of Xu Xingzhi and smash the bones of his body!
Milo remembered something again, and the yin smiled: "Is Xu Xingzhi over you?"
"..."
"There should be no." Milo maliciously mocked, "Do you know how tight you are?"
"..."
In the face of Miluo’s insulting words, Qing Jingjun did not send a single word, which in turn called Luo Luo faintly violent: "...talk."
Qing Jingjun still does not speak.
The haze between the eyebrows is getting heavier and heavier: "What do you mean?... He touched you? Speak!!!"
In the face of such silence, Jurassic only felt scornful, and laughed at this body: "Don't say? Great, I have a way to let you..."
When the voice just fell, he felt that Dan Tian was in a tingling sensation. He didn’t feel his face condensed: "What are you going to do?"
The next moment, he understood: this person is actually to blew the spirit!
These cultivators are so good face? But what if you say the last two sentences?
Wherever he still cares about the quiet and quiet gossip, a snoring, once again used the internal strength of the Yuan Ying, and fought with it.
When the two men struggled in the same body, the swaying king saw Wen Xuechen for a long time, and he couldn’t bear it in his heart. He went forward and advised: "Qing Jingjun, the child who walks together, we are watching together. Although his character is a bit off, and occasionally disrespectful, he can only claim that he is a ghost repair by an unchecked ghostly engraving. It is inevitable... Qing Jingjun?!"
At first he saw Qing Jingjun's brows tightening, only when he was depressed for Xu Xingzhi, who thought, he just said the first half, then Qing Jingjun extended his right hand, shaking and clenching the index finger of his left hand.
Next, there was a loud break in the root of the index finger.
The source of the spiritual power is broken, and the spiritual power that has swayed the half body of Xu Xing's body is also broken.
Xu Xingzhi was down to the next, leaning against Qu Chi.
Fu Wang is shocked: "Qing Jingjun! You..."
A cold sweat swept down his pale cheeks, and he took advantage of the moment to recapture his body, pointing his fingers to several large points, making sure that even himself could not break through these places in half an hour. Sealing, only to fall down on one side, exhausted and stunned.
Guangfu Jun saw Qing Jingjun fall, his heart shook, and he took his waist and screamed two "sisters."
The quiet and silvery teeth bite and the face is gray.
Guangfu Jun worried about Qing Jingjun and shouted: "Fengling disciple! Take Xu Xingzhi, temporarily detained!"
None of the Fengling disciples underneath is willing to move.
Guangfu Jun’s face changed:
How are you going to? Rebel door?!

There was still no answer underneath, and even Yuan Ruyi, who had always listened to him, clenched his fists, confused and unwillingly stared at him.
... Xu Xingzhi, has such power and support?
Guangfu Junqiang was terrified in his heart and turned to Qu Chi. He took a step back: "Qu Chi, he was brought into the imprisonment of Fengling Dungeon. You are in charge of him, so don't let him escape."
The Qu Chi head with Xu Xingzhi has never returned, which is almost never happened in Qu Chi, who has always been obedient to etiquette.
He restrained: "I am seriously injured and need medical treatment. He can't stand the dungeon, I will take him back to his temple to rest."
Guangfu Junyi has something to say: "Then, the duty of guarding him will fall on you. If he is free..."
Qu Chi turned back and said: "Before he is sensible, he will not leave, and I will not leave."
Guangfujun was upset and said: "You can do it."
From the time I saw Xu Xingzhi being nailed to the stone pillar, Xu Pingsheng had a soft leg and sat down on the ground. He only looked at the pillars and drooped down the blood.
Seeing that Guangfu Jun on the stage was holding a faint quiet monarch, he wanted to leave. Xu Pingsheng woke up like a dream, screaming and screaming. "No... no! OK... is my brother, he is My brother!! I admit, Master! Xu Xingzhi is my younger brother, he is not a ghost repair! He is not! Please let him go! The disciple asks you!"
The crowd that has calmed down, because of his painful and vocal words, commotion again.
Guangfu Jun has not put his word of pleading in his eyes, and hastily announced that the event will be suspended, and then he will stand up and embrace the quiet.
Qu Chi did not dare to neglect, but also hugged Xu Xingzhi, who was already unconscious, and took the wind.
Zhou Beinan didn't even have time to go to Xu Pingsheng. He lifted Wen Xuechen and rushed to the hall of Xu Xingzhi with Zhou Xian.
The long-term and long-term minds of the people are returning to the museum and waiting for news.
After the elders of each of them left, the disciples really talked about it. Countless innocent eyes cast on Xu Pingsheng.
"Is he really the brother of the brother? Why didn't he say it?"
"Xu Shixiong was hurt like that. What else did he fake?"
"Xu Shixiong’s hand looks like it is going to be abolished..."
"how come?!"
"I am close, seeing the score, his hand bones are broken..."
Xu Pingsheng hugged his head and couldn't completely isolate these sounds. He squatted and fell down on his forehead, squatting down to the ground with his forehead, and melting the soil, ash, hair and blood into one place, and condensed.
Why did it become this look...
Isn’t Qing Jingjun always loves it? How come...
Xu Pingsheng slammed the thundering ears, and a rain blew over him, wrapping his whole body. He screamed in tears desperately, eagerly expecting the cool rain to completely wake up the nightmare.
When he wakes up, he will go to the hall of the line and tell him that he will recognize this younger brother. He will certainly feel funny and laugh at him. He laughs and tears for this dream, but he will accept it as if he accepted it. His own embarrassment, whistle-blowing and indifference, he can always accept everything about himself.
... wake up, fast.
In the evening, the winds and clouds were locked, the mountains and rivers were fainting, the wind was blowing, the rain fell, and the four disciples were scattered, but no one left the wind.
When the platform was withdrawn, the high platform no longer existed. Only the white jade column not far from the front of the temple had a pool of blood that was gradually diluted by the rain. Several Fengling disciples shed tears and cleaned the blood-stained columns.
When the disciples were busy in silence, the door of the Qingzhu Temple opened.
Guangfu Jun walked out of it and saw the figures in the rain. He asked, "Is Xu Xingzhi awake?"
One of the answers: "The disciple only went to see it, the brothers woke up. The Yuanshi sister is taking care of him."
Guangfu Jun frowned: "From today, Xu Xingzhi is not your brother."
Everyone responded to him with silence.
Guangfu Jun does not want to care more than these young disciples: "Several of you go to his temple to give a message, let Qu Chi bring Xu Xingzhi to the Green Bamboo Temple, and Qing Jingjun must personally interrogate him."
At this time, at the foot of Fengling Mountain, two disciples who guarded the Nanshan Mountain Gate were also discussing the matter of today.
One of them was able to speak up and was touched by another disciple with a hilt.
In the rain curtain, a team dressed in a windy costume appeared. Because the rain curtain covered the eyes, until the team approached, the two guardian disciples recognized that the leader was Meng Zhongguang.
Today is too busy, almost everyone has forgotten that Fengling and a team of disciples who went to Nanshan to catch the murderers have never returned, and naturally no one has told them about today.
After seeing Meng Zhongguang, one of the disciples was shocked: "...he is back."
The other said: "What is the use of his back? What can he do besides crying?"
The voices of the two men are not too small, and Meng Zhongguang also heard a few words, but he has never been willing to listen to other people's comments on him.
In his opinion, those are no different from the rooster crows.
He bowed his head and thought about why the brother did not send a spiritual letter to him today.
A few days before the Ming Dynasty, no matter how busy he was, he sent a two-letter letter every day, either to talk about everyday gossip, or to blame himself, asking himself to deflate, but today he has no words at all. strange.
When Meng Chongguang stepped into the mountain gate, he saw another young man in the music, and in parallel with it, went to the front of the Qingzhu Temple. Qu Chi rang the door, the door opened, and Guangfujun walked out and pushed the youth. Entering the temple door, he left the Qingzhu Temple with Qu Chi.
Before Qu Chi left, he seemed to be reluctant to look back.
There is no moon in the air, and Meng Zhongguang is not clear. I only think that the figure that was pushed into the Qingzhu Temple is somewhat like a brother.
. . . But why has the back of the brothers been so weak and helpless?
The author has something to say: Meng Zhongguang only turned himself into a wrong eye and turned to walk straight into the hall of Xu Xing.
The younger brother behind him called him: "Meng Mengxiong, we have to go to see Master Shishu first, and explain the task of Nanshan Mountain."
Meng Zhongguang did not return, and he said in a concise manner: "Go ahead. I will go to find my brother."