Wu Yu Saves the World

Chapter 109: The Battle between Immortals and Demons - Ming Yu 34

Sensing Tianji’s boredom, the Desert Goshawk continued to tease him.

"Anyway, it's going to be difficult for you to continue to enjoy yourself."

"Ah. Actually, I don't really want to get into trouble, but the situation forces me to do so. The natural disaster has already come. How can I continue to enjoy myself?"

As they are both guys, how could the Desert Eagle not know the hidden meaning in Tianji's words?

“I wonder how the immortal practitioners below would feel if they knew that the person they admired as the pinnacle of immortality was someone they had never expected.”

Tianji heard this and smiled.

"Ah ha ha."

“Things should not be too victorious, things should not be too beautiful, and people should not be too prosperous. This is my Tianji’s aesthetic of life that is detrimental to the Tao.”

“Compared to your life aesthetics, I care more about when the gates of heaven will open.

The Desert Eagle thought to himself, I'm so tired. Chatting with you every day makes me almost speechless.

Tianji, you'd better come out quickly.

“Only by opening the gate of heaven can we enter the universe where black and white are overturned and life originates.”

"You still refuse to give up and find that fragment of time."

"For this matter, you delayed the start of your own destiny, traveled all over the country to look for Su Huanzhen, and even went off work twice to help Su Huanzhen."

After being exposed by Tianji, the Desert Eagle became a little angry and fought back.

"That's my freedom. Anyway, I will bring the Master of the Artifact."

Stimulated by Tianji, the Desert Eagle flashed away from the top of Xianjiao.

Noticing the departure of the Desert Hawk, Tianji sighed to himself while sipping his tea.

"Once the universe is opened, it will be the biggest surprise in the martial arts world."

"The fairy robe is a cloud-green robe, with a casual collar and fluttering sleeves; the jade-ink robe is a spring-brewing gourd, and it is free and easy when walking or sitting."

In the desert, Huang followed his incomplete memories and tried to find the person with the knife in his mouth. He ran wildly, and Zhan Jijue and others were chasing him closely. In order to find the person with the knife, they met the Kingslayer and others, and a conflict broke out between the two sides.

The fierce battle was not over yet. Seeing that they were at a disadvantage, the Regicide and the Godfather hurriedly retreated into the sword formation, sealing their Yuan and refusing to breathe.

Zhan Jijue and Hu chased in, and the sword formation sensed the breath of the strong man and activated immediately.

In the sword array, the Abandoned God-like Hun was unable to react in time, and his sword wounds doubled, muttering to himself.

"The swordsman is the swordsman, the swordsman is the swordsman!"

The feeling of being cut by a knife is a familiar pain in my memory.

Seeing this, the Kingslayer and others took the opportunity to escape. At the same time, they also learned that the 虩 was the king of the elf beast clan.

The wind blows, but it cannot blow away the bloodiness of history. It lingers around all year round.

But until now, the thousands of grievances and sorrows that I am confused about still remain in my heart.

The swordsman (mysterious traveler) is full of mysteries, and the fragments of memory in his mind become a clue to piece together his own story.

Amidst the roars, only the sword accompanied him.

"Give me back my sword. Give me back my sword! Give me back my sword!"

The childish crying in his mind continued, affecting the swordsman.

"Don't cry. Don't cry!"

Then, the familiar voice of confession brought some clarity to the swordsman.

"Forgive me! Forgive me. Forgive me! Dad didn't mean it."

"Dad didn't mean it. Forgive me!"

"Woo woo woo, Dad didn't mean it."

The sorrowful cry of confession and the urgency of death caused the mysterious swordsman's mouth to turn red.

The painful voices in my head continued.

"Woo, woo, woo, oh, Huoer! No!"

"Huo'er! Wuuwuwuwuwu."

As he called out, the swordsman kept spitting out blood, which was completely absorbed by the holy sword in his hand.

The fragments are horns, the memories are knives, each piece is like a bloody tear in the bones, cutting into the heart's marrow.

At this moment, the pain subsided, the memories disappeared, the sword was raised and penetrated into his body again, and the swordsman once again became a mysterious traveler with everything blank.

In a small town somewhere, three gossipy women gathered together to discuss Mr. Jin’s “concubine”.

"Hey, Aunt Damu, I haven't seen that vixen come out to buy groceries these past few days."

"Hey, Auntie Zhu, are you talking about Master Jin's concubine?"

"Is there anyone else? She is the most shameless person in our whole town. She forced the first wife to death right after she got married. She dresses up extravagantly every day, as if she is afraid that others don't know. Now she is the boss of the Golden Villa."

"How embarrassing!"

"Who knows how many men Golden Scissors has been with."

"Maybe she has a few little wolfhounds outside."

"Hehe, hahaha."

"Oh, the vixen is back."

Just then, a beautiful woman passed by with a little child and heard everything the three gossips said.

"You women, all you do in your life is pass on your family line and gossip about other people's right and wrong."

When these cold words came out, the gossipy Aunt Zhu became unhappy.

"Xi Erniang, what did you say?"

"I'm telling you guys, either keep your mouth shut or take care of your own family. If you can't manage yourselves well, don't even think about being a matchmaker for others."

Xi Erniang would not tolerate these gossips. After making some sarcastic remarks, she took the child back home, leaving the gossips alone to fume.

Little did people know that this Xi Erniang was Xi Duanhong, the mother of Sui Wuduan, the mysterious traveler (Jian Zhichi).

It turned out that she went out this time to look for her lost children, but unfortunately she found nothing.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Jin felt deeply sorry for her and invited Xi Er Niang to go with him to the Buddhist ceremony in a few days, but Xi Er Niang did not agree.

However, nothing in the martial arts world escaped the spies of Inn Seventeen.

In Inn Seventeen, Xuanrong Yuanzheng introduced his first good friend, Gu Xiaoyue, to Mingyu.

At this time, Mingyu already knew Gu Xiaoyue's true identity.

Die Xiaoyue, the descendant of the Holy Seedling Girl, is the daughter of Yinchuan Butterfly Lord and Gongsun Yue.

Although this woman is young, she is both intelligent and brave, and her own strength is also extraordinary.

Seeing the two children being so close, Ming Yu couldn't help but sigh at the power of fate. The official match is still the official match after all. Even if there are variables that prevent them from being together, they will still meet.

"Master, this is the first friend I made. Her name is Gu Xiaoyue."

"Xiao Yue, this is my master, the second innkeeper of Inn Seventeen, Huangquan Martial Emperor Wu Yu."

Ming Yu looked at Xuan Rong Yuan Zheng gently as he introduced Gu Xiao Yue to him, and nodded cooperatively.

"Gu Xiaoyue, you are very good. Zheng'er is lucky to know you. With this friendship, you can enjoy a 50% discount on any consumption at the Seventeenth Inn."

Without waiting for Gu Xiaoyue to say anything, Xuanrong Yuanzheng took over the conversation.

"Oh, Master, you are so generous this time. It's rare."

Listening to Xuanrong Yuanzheng's teasing, Mingyu rolled his eyes at him speechlessly. This is the helplessness of having a naughty child.

"Okay, I still have things to do. You take Xiaoyue to have fun in the inn. All the expenses this time will be paid by me."

"Master, you are giving me too much face. I am the young master of the Seventeenth Inn, but Uncle Ren and his men asked me to pay the original price when I was spending money in the inn, and they didn't give me any discount at all."

Listening to Xuanrong Yuanzheng's little complaints, Mingyu taught.

"There is no order without rules. If you are a teacher, you still have to pay the original price. You should pay the same price as me."

"You, calm down and take Xiaoyue to the private room to enjoy the food."

Ming Yu pulled his arm out of Xuanrong Yuanzheng's arms and left the hall.

I don’t know how, but within a few days of coming to Central Plains, Xuanrong Yuanzheng changed from a cool and aloof boy to a naughty child who made his parents worried.

Mingyu really couldn't stand his "attack power" and had to get away and ask Feichangjun to teach him.