The idiot went crazy again today

Chapter 51 Zeguo Jiangshan Map

"Master!" Yu Qingchi was shocked, and rushed forward: "Master, what's wrong with you!"

It was rare for Fengyue to have a cold face, and her body seemed to want to avoid Yuqingchi in a flash, but unexpectedly, the other party was much faster than he thought, and her strength was so great that he didn't miss it for a while.

Fengyue was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, the weak body of the person in her arms had been taken over by Yuqingchi as if plundered.

Luo Yunhuan's eyes were closed tightly, her long black hair was messed up by the cold wind that suddenly rose when the battle started, and the messy black hair hung down to her waist. Beside his snow-white cheeks, it seemed that his face was pale and his blood was gone.

"...Master?" Yu Qingchi embraced Luo Yunhuan with one hand, and stroked the hair on his face slightly trembling with the other: "Wake up! What's wrong?"

Didn't you say you'd come back safely?Why not say a word?Why not move?

Yuqingchi didn't dare to think about it, a sudden chill rose from the soles of his feet and gradually enveloped his whole body.

"Don't worry about Qingchi, let me take a look." Elder Xuanzhen stepped forward, stretched out his hand to touch Luo Yunhuan's veins, watched for a while and said: "Life is safe."

"But why is Master unconscious?" Yu Qingchi's lips moved, and his voice was filled with imperceptible fear and trembling.

"The start of the battle consumed nearly [-]% of his cultivation, and he just passed out from exhaustion. Take him back and take good care of him, and he will always wake up."

"So that's the case. Thank you, Elder Qing Chi, for letting me know." After Yu Qingchi finished speaking, without saying a word, he waved his long sleeves, called the heavenly prophecy, and stepped on the sword to protect the person in his arms.

The Elder Yufa has been traveling for a long time, and he has rarely returned to the city for more than ten years. This is the first time he has seen Yuqing Pond. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but wonder: "This disciple is the disciple of the head of the sect? Why are you so rude? "

Fengyue's eyes flickered slightly, she looked at the direction where Yuqingchi took people away, and muttered to herself: "...Yes, his apprentice is really different..."

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Luo Yunhuan has been dreaming.

Dreams are ever-changing and bizarre.There are things that have never happened in reality, and more of them are old things that have happened.

He saw himself when he first came out of the rivers and lakes, carrying a long sword, walking back and forth in the three thousand worlds of the mortal world, full of vigor.

He saw himself in a rather wealthy fishing village in the Far Lands.

At that time, he had become famous at a young age, and he was quite famous in the Jianghu. He was not like other young people who wandered the Jianghu and yearned for fame.

The fishing village was warm and humid, with a pleasant climate, and the villagers were hospitable and hospitable. He liked it very much, so he stayed there for a long time.

Until one day, he saw all the men, women and children in the village dressed in costumes, full of joy, beating gongs and drums to escort a small sedan chair to the seaside.

Luo Yunhuan saw himself in the dream raising his hand to stop a villager.

"Old man, what are you doing here?"

"Young man from other places, you are blessed!" The old man smiled all over his face, as if his own family was marrying a wife and daughter: "Today our Grand Master Dragon King is marrying a wife, isn't this a happy event! Come along and have a good time Bar."

Regardless of the lineage of Jiaolong or Yinglong, the most important thing is blood inheritance, how could it be possible to marry a mortal woman?

In the dream, Luo Yunhuan's young face was full of incomprehension.

He followed the group of beating people to the beach like a ghost.

The slightly salty sea breeze blows away the red silk by the window of the sedan chair, revealing the tearful face of the bride.

"Stop!" The young man drew out his long sword behind him and stood in front of the procession.

At that time, his sword was a slender and sharp sword that was blue and blue all over. The body of the sword was engraved with complicated and simple sea wave patterns, and the scabbard was covered with shark pearls and strange stones.

"Didn't you realize that she doesn't want to get married?" The young man opened the sedan chair curtain with the wind of his sword, revealing the delicate and mournful face of the young girl.

The face of the village head was already blurred in memory, but the words he said were carried by the salty sea breeze and blown into Luo Yunhuan's dream:

"So what if you want to, and what if you don't want to? Only by dedicating the girl in the village to the Dragon King can we ensure that our village will be in good weather in the coming year, and the fishermen will return with a full load..."

"Nonsense!" The young man turned around abruptly, and slashed the long sword in the air, creating a crack in the flat sea, splitting the sea level in two instantly!

In a blink of an eye, the sea breeze picked up, dark clouds billowed to cover the sky, and the long queue on the ground was blown away by the sea breeze. The sea monster with the head of a man and the body of a snake rose into the sky, spitting out turbulent sea water from its mouth, and the raging tide rolled over the sky and covered the earth!

Luo Yunhuan saw himself in the dream wrestling with the sea monster for countless mornings and evenings, and finally beheaded him at the seashore at dawn.

The demon blood stretched for hundreds of miles, dyeing the entire sea red.

Luo Yunhuan's snow-white sleeves were splashed with hot flesh gushing from the sea monster's broken limb.Holding the ground with his sword, he walked back to the village step by step from the beach.

The girl he rescued was nowhere to be found, and the angry villagers threw gravel and clods at him.

"You killed Lord Dragon King!"

"The Dragon King is dead, and my village will perish!"

"Evil! Come to die!"

He had exhausted his spiritual energy, exhausted his physical strength, and was extremely weak. He struggled to dodge the angry insults and beatings of the village name, but he did not forget to explain clumsily:

That's not the Dragon King...

That is a monster that likes to eat the blood of young girls...

You are all deluded...

Now that the demons are under attack, the village no longer needs to sacrifice innocent women...

Is not it good?

No one listened to his voice.

The eyes of the villagers, who used to be kind and kind, were now covered with a strong disgust and fear, attacking him with the simplest but also the most vicious words.

Luo Yunhuan fled in the face of thousands of knife-sharp gazes.

Since then, he began to be afraid of crowds, afraid of being stared at, unwilling to bear the expectations of others, wrapped himself in a thick, airtight shell, and with his original intention of turning his youth into a career and protecting the peace of the party Buried together in an abyss invisible to ordinary people.

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Luo Yunhuan struggled out of the dream, opened her eyes, only to feel weakness all over her body and a splitting headache.Since his cultivation had reached his peak, it was difficult for ordinary minor illnesses and injuries to leave traces on his body, and he seldom felt the feeling of "pain".

In front of him was the familiar roof, and his body was covered with a thick layer of ferret velvet, and the quilt was tightly pressed to the bottom of his chin.

Luo Yunhuan lifted the quilt and sat up, and found that she was in Wanfenglin Ruiyun's house, and there was no one around her.

He was weak all over, tired and thirsty, top-heavy, his eyes were blurred and he could hardly see anything, half struggling and half groping, he went to the table and poured himself a cup of tea.

The tea is warm, and there are faint traces of spells on the wall of the cup. Someone has been using spiritual power to maintain the temperature.

He took a sip of the water in the glass, the water temperature was just right, but it was tasteless.

"Ahem..." His voice seemed hoarse and dry as if it had been burned by fire, and his eyes were still hazy.

Luo Yunhuan put down the cup in his hand, rubbed his eyes, and wanted to go around the tea table in front of him and walk out the door. Unexpectedly, there was a bamboo chair lying across his feet in front of him. He didn't see it. He tripped and lost his balance. Fall forward.

"!" Luo Yunhuan did not fall onto the hard and cold ground as he imagined, but was firmly caught by a broad and warm embrace.

"Master! You...you woke up?" A familiar voice came from my ear, as if it came from a far away place, low and ethereal, cautious, as if waking up someone in a dream.

"Qingchi? Is that you?" Luo Yunhuan's eyes seemed to be covered by a layer of tulle, and she could barely see things, but they were blurry and difficult to see clearly.Although he could see a person standing in front of him at this time, he still couldn't see the other person's face clearly.

Luo Yunhuan shook her head, closed her eyes, and stretched out her hand to rub her eyes, but the person in front of her grabbed her wrist:

"Master, it's me. Don't rub it, your cultivation has been greatly depleted, your body has been affected, and your five senses have degenerated to a certain extent, so you can't see things clearly. It's okay, it will be fine..."

Yuqingchi's voice was very soft, gentle and soft. Although it still seemed a little hazy and distant to Luo Yunhuan at this moment, it was enough to hear clearly.

Luo Yunhuan nodded and said, "So that's it, Qingchi, how's the Ghost Suppressing Formation going?"

Yuqingchi's voice paused for a moment before continuing: "Everything is fine, Master, I boiled medicine for you, you sit down and drink the medicine first, and then I will tell you about the situation in the city during this time."

"... I haven't tasted medicine for a long time as a teacher. Is it the prescription prescribed by Elder Xuanzhen?" Luo Yunhuan was helped by his apprentice, came to the table and sat down, just about to take the medicine from Yuqingchi's hand. The bowl was full of soup, but the other party raised the spoon first, lightly scooped a spoonful of soup, brought it close to his mouth, carefully blew the steam from the soup in the spoon, and then handed it to his mouth.

"Master, drink the medicine."

For some reason, Luo Yunhuan was a little awkward, she turned her head slightly, and raised her hand to catch the spoon in Yu Qingchi's hand: "You can do it yourself as a teacher."

He didn't make it firmly, but touched Yu Qingchi's wrist instead.

At this moment, the young man's thin and powerful wrist seemed to be wrapped with a layer of rough cloth strips, covering the skin between the wrists layer by layer.

Luo Yunhuan couldn't help frowning, even though his five senses are disabled now, he can still easily feel the sticky and damp touch coming from under the cloth strips.

He let go of his hand suddenly, raised his hand to his eyes, turned his palm over, and squinted to see the faint red mark between his fingers.

It's blood stains!

Luo Yunhuan's heart felt cold, and he couldn't help but grab Yu Qingchi's hand, and stroked up the cuff of his wide disciple uniform, and took a closer look, only to find that the other's arm was covered with thick bandages, dotted with bright red The bloodstains on the snow-white bandage smeared like red plums.

"Qingchi, how did you get hurt?" Luo Yunhuan's face darkened slightly, and she looked at Yuqingchi with eyes as clear as water.

"I accidentally hurt myself while practicing." Yuqingchi said lightly, shaking his arm, and slipped his sleeve down to cover the scars on his arm: "Master, take medicine quickly."

medicine!

A flash of inspiration flashed in Luo Yunhuan's mind, and he couldn't help but snatch the medicine bowl that Yuqingchi was holding in his hand, put it close to the tip of his nose, and took a deep sniff.

The spicy fragrance is far away, it is the taste of the feather of Kunpeng from the North Sea!

Luo Yunhuan's voice trembled slightly, and she couldn't believe it: "Qingchi, did you kill Kunpeng?"

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