MTL - Estranged-Chapter 107 He lied to you!

The body is warm, and although the breath is weak, it still has ups and downs.

Yun Weisi tried to pour spiritual power into the opponent's meridians, and soon the crease between the brows deepened.

He found that his spiritual power seemed to be much worse than before.

Just as he was embracing someone in his arms, he turned slightly sideways and snapped his fingers, pointing at a stone behind him—the moss was abundant all around, the vegetation was lush, and it was not as desolate as it was before the end of the world—the spiritual power fell on the stone, and the stone split instantly, but there was no Imagine the effect of frying into powder.

Sure enough, his cultivation has regressed greatly, even only at the level of a high-ranking monk.

Yun Weisi blamed it on that she was seriously injured. After such a catastrophe, she was lucky to be alive, and the most important thing right now is to wake up the master first.

The infusion of spiritual power, from day to evening, finally took effect.

Eyelids trembled several times, and Chang Ming slowly woke up.

Yun Weisi's arm holding the man was almost numb, but he didn't want to let go.

The water flowed from the leaves he scooped up into the crevice of the opponent's mouth, Jiufang Changming swallowed most of it subconsciously, a little still flowed out, moistening the front of his collar.

The eyes diverged from hazy, gradually focused, and fell on Yun Weisi's face, and finally there was complete doubt.

The first sentence he uttered made Yun Weisi almost cover the opponent's face with leaves.

"Who are you?"

Yun Weisi maintained his composure and threw the leaves beside him.

"You don't remember me?"

Jiufang Changming shook his head.

Yun Weisi: "Then do you remember who you are?"

Jiufang Changming thought for a while, then shook his head.

Yun Weisi: "Think about it carefully, what else do you remember?"

The other party thought about it for a while, his brows became tighter and tighter, but Yun Weisi couldn't bear it.

"If you really forgot, let's talk about it later."

"I just remember that I seem to be a monk, and I was seriously injured before I fell into a coma." Jiufang Changming shook his head, "I can't think of anything else. Brother Dao, did you save me? I don't know your name?"

Yun Weisi: ...

Jiufang Changming: "Brother Dao?"

His eyes gradually regained their brightness, reflecting the blue sky and Yun Weisi, filling his entire vision.

Yun Weisi never knew that Master would have such...pure and simple eyes.

"My name is Yun Weisi."

The other party wanted to get up, so he let go of his hand, watching Jiufang Changming exercise his muscles and bones, and check his body.

"You are Jiufang Changming."

"Jiufang, Changming?"

"In the world of nine directions, the heart of the Tao is always bright."

"I only feel kindness when I see Daoist brother. It's not Daoist brother and me. What's the relationship?"

"You really can't remember?"

"The spiritual consciousness is weak, the mind is confused, and the instinct to cultivate qi is still there, but it seems to be heavily suppressed by a foreign object, and the strength is not enough."

All monks will maintain their youthful appearance until the moment when they die, and Jiufang Changming is no exception.

At this moment, he has forgotten most of his memories, and the years of experience are gone in his eyes, and he is more like a young monk who is just fledgling.

Yun Weisi never thought that he could still see Master's youthful appearance in his lifetime.

Many thoughts flashed through him, and he opened his mouth.

God makes ghosts, and ghosts are obsessed.

"I am your senior brother."

"Um?"

Jiufang Changming blinked his eyes, only half a moment of doubt, the next moment, he bent his eyes without hesitation, and opened his mouth to scream.

"Brother, thank you for saving me."

After all, Daoist Yun is a person who has seen strong winds and waves, and he just hummed when he heard the words, calm and peaceful.

"Brother, where are we? My mind is so heavy that I even forgot what we were going to do."

"Before you fell into a coma, we met a strong enemy. At that time, the sky collapsed and the earth collapsed. Both of us were seriously injured. Now I don't know where we are. We will go to investigate after you recover a little."

There was a whimper.

The two followed the sound, and saw a small black group emerging from behind the rocky stream, stumbling, step by step, towards them.

The dirty little black dog had many traumas, but it was fine, except for a pair of eyes that were surprisingly bright. When it saw Chang Ming, it rushed towards it.

The moment Heituan jumped up, his neck was grabbed in mid-air.

"Aww!"

The dog kicked on all fours and opened its mouth to bite, but it was too small and its neck was too short, even if it turned its head around, it couldn't reach Yun Weisi's hand.

"It seems to know us?" Jiufang Changming said.

He reached out to the little black dog.

Yun Weisi didn't find anything abnormal from the dog, so she put the dog down, and the latter jumped into Chang Ming's arms directly, got into his sleeve, whimpered, and only stood up, staring Looking at Yun Weisi, murderous.

Yun Weisi also felt familiar, not because of the familiar appearance, but because of the familiar breath.

He thought of a possibility.

"Zhou, can you?" Yun Weisi called tentatively.

Gouzi's hair exploded all over his body, his eyes spewed fire, wishing he could turn into flames and burn Yun Weisi up.

Yun Weisi confirmed his guess.

Previously, Chang Ming took Zhou Ke's soul into his arms, and after leaving the Wanlian Buddha Land, there were accidents one after another, and before he had time to settle Zhou Ke, the other's soul followed, but accidentally entered the black dog's body.

"Senior brother, is this dog an old friend? I feel kind to it when I see it, and it seems to know me too."

The dog barked wildly: What brother, he lied to you, he lied to you!

Yun Weisi's face remained unchanged: "It is indeed an old man. His surname is Zhou, and his first name is acceptable. He was originally your apprentice. He rebelled against the teacher because he refused to obey the discipline. He did a lot of evil. This time we are also trying to save him, so we fell into this place. He Although the soul is preserved, the body is no longer there."

Chang Ming frowned: "What do you mean by doing evil?"

Yun Weisi: "Practice magic skills, use human beings as furnaces, and absorb cultivation bases."

Chang Ming looked at the howling little black dog, was silent for a moment, and said, "It's also a cycle of cause and effect."

The black dog was small in stature, and when he got excited, he rolled down from his sleeve and rolled a few times on the ground until he was blocked by a stone and didn't fall into the river.

It also seemed to be tired, crawling on the ground, sluggish, with dry and wet patches, looking pitiful.

Seeing that the two of them got up to leave, it perked up its ears and quickly followed.

I only heard Yun Weisi say to the people beside him: "There are many strange things here, be careful."

Jiufang Changming: "Okay, brother."

Unwilling to be lonely, Gouzi whined again.

The body suddenly flew into the air, and it was picked up by Chang Ming's coldly stretched out hand, and it fell into the crook of his arm. The fur was wrapped in clothes, and it was much warmer immediately.

Yun Weisi glanced at him lightly, the situation was stronger than people, the black dog held back the sobs that were about to come out, and nestled in the arms of the master obediently—

Even if the master is now blinded by the traitor, he will not be remembered for the time being.

Here, the water flows down from the high mountains, and the waterfall turns into a turbulent river stream. The sharp edges and corners of the stones have long been rounded, and the water marks and time are deeply and shallowly printed on the riverside.

Orioles singing in the forest, green and red everywhere, full of vitality in spring, although it is not a blessed place, it can also be called a spiritual mountain and a river.

The further Yun Weisi walked, the more questions she had.

Before he and Luomei died together, the whole world was already occupied by magic flames. Even if there were gods and Buddhas in the world to fill the gap, the pervasive magic flames would not disappear, let alone return to their original appearance.

How can I explain the Xanadu in front of me?

Not far from the valley, the two saw an official road, walked along the road for more than ten li, and several carriages came behind them.

The carriage was solid and heavy, and the owner of the caravan wore low-key clothes, but they were all made of high-quality materials. He also brought more than a dozen guards raised by himself, and he could tell at a glance that he was rich.

Although such a goal is conspicuous, there are generally no bandits and bandits who dare to make up their minds when walking on the road.

On weekdays, Yun Weisi wouldn't look at such a convoy, but at this moment there are so many ordinary people, it is enough for him to stop the convoy to ask what happened.

"Since the two gentlemen are monks, can they fly with a sword?"

When the owner of the team heard about the identities of the two, he still didn't believe it.

Yun Weisi wanted to summon the Chunchao Sword, but suddenly remembered that the sword had been broken into two pieces, his gaze fell on the guard next to the owner of the caravan, his sleeves fluttered lightly, the other party felt a light in his hand, and the sword had come out of its sheath, Fly to Yun Weisi's hand.

Yun Weisi grasped the hilt of the sword, and threw it back at him.

"My junior brother and I are here for some reason, and we don't know where to go. Please give me some pointers."

Only then did the team owner heave a sigh of relief. Ordinary people may covet his team, but monks can't look down on these ordinary things.

"He can't see Mount Tai with his eyes, and I ask the two experts to forgive me! We were planning to go to Shangzhou, and Hongluo Town was not far ahead. I was going to spend the night there and rest, and then set off tomorrow morning."

The more Yun Weisi listened, the more wrong he became: "Which country is this place located in, which emperor is in power at this time, and what is the year name?"

His question is a bit strange, but it is also common for monks to practice in secluded cultivation and do not care about world affairs for decades. The owner of the team is well-informed, so it is not very surprising.

"Mr. Haojiao knows that this place is in Hongjing territory. It has been hundreds of years since the Hong family ruled the world. When this year's title is Qianhua, it has just been three years since it was enthroned."

Hong's...

drying...

Emperor Qianhua reigned for twenty-one years, and after him more than thirty years, the Yun family was involved in court strife, and the entire family was executed. Only the Yun family's son escaped from birth and went to the Jade Emperor Temple.

In other words, there are still more than fifty years before he should have been born.

Plus the original time—

They went back more than a hundred years ago!

Perhaps it was because of the shock on his expression that Chang Ming even pulled the hem of his clothes.

"Brother?"

Yun Weisi was immediately brought back to her senses by her master's senior brother's shout.

"Brother He, I don't know if it's convenient to give us a ride. We have been separated for a long time, and we just happened to go to Hongluo Town to see the world."

The owner of the team was very happy, and he was very lucky to be able to travel with the monks. After all, it is not a prosperous time now, and it is still a lot of trouble to travel north and south.

"That's my honor! Don't call me Brother He, Mr. He, please call me Lao He! I don't know how to address the two gentlemen? Oh, look at me, please get in the car first, and we will talk after getting in the car!"

Lao He led them into the carriage, brought tea and snacks for them, and asked his daughter in the second carriage to visit them.

"This is a little girl. She is twelve years old. She is spoiled by reading some sword fairy tales all day long. When she heard that the two gentlemen are experts, she clamored to come over to open her eyes."

The girl looked curious, but a little shy. After saluting, she hid behind her father and quietly looked at the two distinguished guests.

"I'm Yun Weisi, this is my junior brother, Jiufang Changming."

Old He hurriedly cupped his hands: "Mr. Yun, Mr. Jiufang!"

The little black dog showed a black head from Chang Ming's sleeve, and the girl couldn't help but let out a soft click.

She noticed that Gouzi seemed to be glaring at her, and she wanted to laugh but quickly covered her mouth to hold back, her interest in Gouzi immediately overshadowed her curiosity about the two immortals.

"If I remember correctly, Lao He, Shangzhou you mentioned, if you go further west, is there a sect called Wanjian Xianzong?"

"That's true, but Wanjian Xianzong is still some distance away from Shangzhou. If you two have time, you may wish to take my carriage. With such a great reputation, even me, an ordinary person, is as powerful as a thunderbolt, could it be that the two of you are the disciples of the Wanjian Immortal Sect?"