Vol 3 Chapter 3155: Memories of Zhan Ningxue

At this moment, Wei Wushuang sat by the door, panting and said, "Your name is Zhan Yin, right?"
"That's..." "My brother!"
Wei Wushuang glanced at the boy lying on the thatch and sighed: "He can't live anymore."
"He can live!"
Little Zhan Yin's unquestionable tone made Wei Wushuang stunned.
"You give him this pill, maybe there is a glimmer of hope!"
Little Zhan Yin took the pill and gave it to her brother without hesitation.
"You are not afraid that I will harm your brother?"
Little Zhan Yin said without looking back: "What do we have worth your harm?"
Wei Wushuang smiled bitterly.
It's true.
The boy who swallowed the pill looked better, but Wei Wushuang understood that this child would not survive.
Not long after, Zhan Yin came to Wei Wushuang with a broken bowl and water.
"Are you seriously injured?"
"Drink it!"
Wei Wushuang didn't say anything, and drank water.
Inside the ruined temple, fell into a brief calm.
The thunder and rain were violent, and the wind was rumbling.
A group of figures rushed into the ruined temple.
The dozen or so people, all five big and three rough warriors, looked at the two brothers and sisters in the ruined temple, grinning.
"Zhan Yuan, get up."
The leader shouted directly.
"What are you doing?"
Zhan Yin stopped in front of her brother, her eyes fiercely said: "My brother has been tortured to death by you!"
"Dead?
Not dead yet?
Didn't die today to continue. "
The leader arrogantly threw Zhan Yin away.
Boom...Zhan Yin's head hit a side pillar, her face covered in blood, and she said in a daze, "Don't take my brother..." A dozen warriors were too lazy to pay attention.
"Hey!"
A weak voice sounded.
A dozen people saw it, and there was one person in the room.
"Huh?"
The leading man shouted directly: "Also a half-dead ghost?
I don't need a man, as long as a boy, fucking, dare to speak, and kill you. "
Wei Wushuang said bitterly, "I have a pill on my body. Give it to you. Let's let them go."
Hearing this, a dozen people suddenly looked happy.
Pill?
real or fake?
The leading man came to Wei Wushuang and said with a smile, "Where?"
"Here!"
When Wei Wushuang shot, he clamped the man's neck directly.
"You..." With a click, the man died.
The other dozen people immediately rushed towards Wei Wushuang.
Wei Wu shook his palms, a terrifying suffocation burst out.
It was just that he was seriously injured, but he was sitting on the ground and couldn't stand up at all. He just leaned on one of his hands and fought with a dozen people.
Gradually, more than a dozen people died one by one, leaving only the last three, covered in blood, looking at Wei Wushuang tremblingly, not daring to step forward.
"This guy is dying, kill him!"
Shouted a man whose thigh had a piece of flesh and blood torn off.
"Yeah."
The other two, sitting slumped on the ground, were also panting.
At this time, Wei Wushuang had his own blood stains on his body, as well as those of a dozen people, his face pale.
Bang! ! Suddenly, a bang sounded, and a wounded warrior was directly stunned.
Then, the second and third were shot to death.
Three figures, lying on the ground, rolled their eyes.
Wei Wushuang looked at the little girl standing in front of him in a tattered skirt, holding a brick, with a frightened expression on his face, slightly startled.
The three people on the ground did not die.
Wei Wushuang spoke with a weak voice, "Here, here it is."
As he said, a dagger was thrown to the ground.
Wei Wushuang said again: "Kill them."
The little girl's face was pale and terrible, her eyes horrified.
Wei Wushuang slowly said: "If you don't kill them, when they wake up and recover, the three of us will all die."
After a word fell, Wei Wushuang stopped talking, just closed his eyes, his chest undulating sharply.
The sound of puff, puff, puff, deathly silence inside the ruined temple, and outside the ruined temple, the wind and rain roared even more... The little girl stood there with a dagger, her face extremely ugly.
"Sister..." murmured, breaking the silence in the ruined temple.
The little girl hurriedly dropped the dagger and ran to her brother.
"I...uncomfortable..." The little boy looked pained at this time, and muttered: "Am I going to die..." "Zhan Yuan, Zhan Yuan, you won't die, you won't die..." It's just that one night has passed, broken Inside the temple, Zhan Yin was holding the body of her brother who was already cold, completely sluggish.
As Wei Wushuang slowly awoke, looking outside the ruined temple, the wind and rain stopped and the sun was shining.
When the morning sun is rising, a large number of people arrive outside the temple.
One by one, they stared at each other and rushed through the temple.
"What a courage!"
An angry roar sounded, and the dozens of warriors, armed with weapons, were murderous, looking at the corpses of a dozen people in the ruined temple.
"People of my Yuan family, you dare to kill too, look for death!"
A middle-aged man exasperated.
Raising the knife, he wanted to chop off Zhan Yin who was sluggish.
"People, I killed them!"
Wei Wushuang said slowly now, like a gossamer.
"Then I will kill you first."
When the words fell, the middle-aged man directly raised his knife and cut it down.
But at this moment, between the whistling of the wind, a figure appeared in front of Wei Wushuang, gently holding the blade with his palm.
"My lord, you dare to kill too!"
Boom... Immediately afterwards, inside and outside the ruined temple, men and women dressed in the robes of the masters appeared one after another, smashing dozens of people directly with their gestures.
There were broken arms all over the floor, and the blood was full of smell.
The leading young men and women lifted Wei Wushuang and placed it on the chariot.
"Are you going with me?"
Wei Wushuang said, looking at Zhan Yin.
The little girl's immature face, with a bit of confusion, looked at Wei Wushuang, and slowly said, "You helped me kill the Yuan family, and I will go with you."
Wei Wushuang shook his head and said, "Yuan Family, I won't kill. They killed your brother. If you want revenge, you need to do it yourself."
"I can teach you that if you are qualified, I will accept you as a disciple. If you are not qualified, I can also teach you enough strength for revenge. At that time, it is up to you to leave or stay."
This is how the meeting between the master and the disciple started... and all of this was shown in front of everyone through Zhan Ningxue, making everyone stunned.
Next, another picture scroll memory appeared.
The little girl returned with Wei Wushuang, and those incomparably powerful in the eyes of the little girl called Wei Wushuang as Master Wei.
Gradually, the little girl began to learn the formation method under the guidance of a formation teacher. As time passed day by day, the little girl gradually grew up.
Until she became a slim young girl.
On this day, in that huge Fengtianzong.
The little girl wore a white dress, like an irreplaceable one among a hundred flowers, standing in front of the hall that is admired by all people.
In that hall, Wei Wushuang, who was dressed in a moonlight robe and added to his body, had a rosy figure and unparalleled temperament.
"Since today, you are my true disciple of Wei Wushuang."
"Zhan Yin, give you a new name for your teacher, Zhan Ningxue, like the snow in this northern snowy sky, immortal forever!"
Zhan Yin knelt down sincerely.
"Zhan Ningxue, remember!"
Immediately afterwards, in the entire Fengtianzong, the sound of overwhelming sound resounded.
"Congratulations to the lord, happy to accept lovers!"