Chapter 56: Be Honest The moon hangs high in the sky, over a thatched hut in the Muxuan woke up in a daze, his vision was blurry and his whole body was swollen and painful. He couldn't move as if he was possessed by a ghost. "That's fast enough. I've only slept for a few hours." Seeing this, Old Man Duan at the side helped him up and brought him a bowl of water. "Where is the master?" Li Muxuan had a splitting headache, felt his body was almost hollow, and his limbs were sore. "Here, sleep in it." The simple wooden bed was covered with a thin straw mat. Wu Gensheng was unconscious and sleeping on the inside. Li Muxuan was outside. He turned his head stiffly, and when he saw the face of the master, he felt a chill down his spine. His skin was haggard and cracked, as if he had aged dozens of years overnight. He looked lifeless and his breathing was very weak. "Senior, what happened to the Sect Leader?!" Old Man Duan stroked his white beard and said with a sinister smile: "It's just temporary half-death. If you wake up, you're lucky. If you don't wake up, you're dead."
"If you want to use Liu Pozi's coffin, the price is very high. It will easily cause the loss of several decades of life, and it can only withstand two replacements of the Yin body at most." "?!" Li Muxuan's face was filled with horror. He had never imagined that the sarcophagus in the blood pool was so evil. He felt very upset. In these troubled times, eighty years of life is a blessing. The day and night are cut in half, and with the influence of natural disasters, man-made calamities, and diseases, the life span in which one can truly move freely is no more than about forty years. After a sacrifice using the secret arts of southern Xinjiang, the number of lives that were taken away was so great that it caused Li Muxuan to become psychologically unbalanced. "Before the coffin was put down, I heard the headmaster say that he had been there before, so... "Yes, even if he survives this disaster, he won't be able to live for many years. Maybe I will have to send him off and build a grave for him and burn incense for him." Old Man Duan looked as if it had nothing to do with him and he did not care. The restrained smile on his face was unclear whether it was teasing or mocking. Li Muxuan gradually regained his strength. He took a sip of water from the porcelain bowl to moisten his dry throat, and then asked, "Senior, how should I address you?" "My surname is Duan." "There is one more thing I want to tell you." Suddenly, Old Man Duan seemed to remember something, and he looked a little serious, and said thoughtfully: "Be careful not to take the medicine that Granny Liu gave you. It's a means to use you as a carrier to deal with the Trinity Sect. It doesn't care about your life or death." He still had some conscience and couldn't turn a blind eye to this old friend's disciple. "." Li Muxuan hesitated for a moment before slowly responding: "I understand what Elder Duan said. Let's take it one step at a time." In the thatched hut, the candlelight flickered, and the two chatted briefly for a while. Wu Gensheng didn't wake up until Li Muxuan was able to get out of bed and walk. "Master!!" "Master."
Old Man Duan and Li Muxuan hurriedly helped Wu Gensheng up, only to find that he was so weak and cold that he looked like a corpse. Even his eyes, which used to be bright and restrained, had become empty and tired. "Cough cough." His body was trembling, pains were coming from his internal organs, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and Wu Gensheng felt listless. Seeing how frail he was, Li Muxuan felt guilty and blamed himself. He hurriedly poured water and handed the bowl to his pale lips. "Here, Master, drink some water. Please stop talking and recover." "Gurgling gurgling" Wu Gensheng instinctively opened his mouth and swallowed the water in big gulps, not stopping to catch his breath until the bowl was empty. "It was almost fatal. Fortunately, I woke up." His face was as pale as paper, but he smiled with luck, showing no concern at all. He was not at all nervous, but rather like a madman who had won a victory in a gambling house. Li Muxuan's brows were gloomy, and he was full of concerns: "But, with our current bodies, wouldn't we just be fish on the chopping board and be slaughtered at will if we go to the Tianshi Mansion?" "That won't happen." "The side effects of the death coffin come and go quickly. As long as you have half a day to recover, it won't be a problem at all." Wu Gensheng looked at Old Man Duan and asked with a respectful and grateful tone: "Master, how long has it been since you took us away from Grandma Liu?" "A few hours. You still have about a day before you go to Mount Longhu." Old Man Duan responded casually. Every time he heard the name Longhu Mountain, he couldn't help but think of the old Taoist priest with the Ox Nose, and felt annoyed in his heart. "One day? That's enough." Wu Gensheng murmured in a low voice, and his tense nerves suddenly relaxed. He was worried that there was not enough time, and dragging his sick body to Longhu Mountain would be tantamount to committing suicide. "It's time to end the feud with Trinity Sect." Li Muxuan was stunned. "What do you mean?" "We will use martial arts to decide life and death, settle all grudges, and no longer involve other disciples." Wu Gensheng took a deep breath, and the Qi in his body was like a melting iceberg, constantly gathering and wandering among his veins. "Have you thought it through? Do you want to go with us?" Old Man Duan noticed Li Muxuan's hesitation and asked. "I'll go" Li Muxuan lowered his eyes and sighed. Things have come to this point, there is no turning back, and he doesn't want to escape. The worst outcome would be to be beheaded at the foot of Longhu Mountain, and to prolong his remaining life by borrowing the blood pool coffin. At least he could pay off some of his debts. Tianshi Mansion.
On the stone brick floor of the courtyard where the moonlight was shining, two figures, one tall and one short, were sitting cross-legged. Each of them was deep in meditation, with golden light flowing through their bodies and their Qi energy was endless. After a long while, Zhang Zhiwei opened his eyes first, his face calm. At this time, Zhang Huaiyi beside him also woke up. "Master is still in the room listening to Jinzhong's report." Zhang Zhiwei glanced at his fellow apprentice beside him with a complicated look, feeling vaguely uneasy, and couldn't help but speak: "Huai Yi, tell me the truth, is the demon Quan Xing friendly with you?" Faced with the sudden challenge from his senior brother, Zhang Huaiyi scratched his head and smiled with shame: "Friendship? Not really. I'm just a little wary of the devil's methods. I'm deeply impressed by them." Zhang Zhiwei stared at Zhang Huaiyi's honest and simple appearance, and he couldn't tell what he felt. After all, this answer did not completely convince him. At this point, he did not pursue the matter further, but only gave appropriate advice: "Huai Yi, this is a special period. I hope you can be sensible about some things, not only about Wu Gensheng, but also about other things." "In life, one must distinguish right from wrong." "Okay, I'll pay attention, brother." Zhang Huaiyi humbly accepted the advice. Then, Zhang Zhiwei suddenly suggested: "I haven't practiced with you for a long time. How about letting me have a try? I want to see how much you have improved after all these years of practice." "Uh?" Zhang Huaiyi was very surprised and sweaty: "How can I compare with my senior brother?" "But since you've already mentioned it, I won't spoil your fun. Come on, let's give it a try." Zhang Zhiwei stood up with a faint smile and walked back in silence. After keeping some distance, a golden light flashed from his right hand, which turned into a rope, and he drew a prison on the ground to trap both himself and Zhang Huaiyi. "It's still the same rule as before. As long as you force me out of this circle, you win." "Show me your strength to fight against the devil and compete with me to your heart's content." Hearing his senior brother's calm tone, Zhang Huaiyi felt nervous instinctively as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He knew that this time the competition was different from the previous ones. His senior brother was completely serious. Was he trying to get a glimpse of Wu Gensheng's strength through him? No, to be more precise, relying on his intuitive guess, Zhang Huaiyi understood that this was a competition with a fighting intent. Thinking of this, his body trembled slightly. He did not dare to be careless. He put aside all distractions and decided to go all out. "boom--!" Dazzling, brilliant golden light flashed for a moment, lingering around him. Zhang Huaiyi was ready, and said with a sharp edge: "Come on, Brother!" (End of this chapter)
