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Chapter 36

Xi Cang considered for a while and decided to stay for the time being. Mo Ruchu's words were correct, Long Zhan was powerful, and he and his master were weak, and they were powerless to contend with it at present.

Long Er watched the servant leading them back, then frowned and looked at the people around him, "Are they really related to Xi Qing?"

Mo Ruchu looked at the back of the man in black with a dazed expression, "Maybe it's Xi Qing, maybe it's Xi He, no matter who it is, I can't let Long Zhan hurt any of them again."

"you sure?"

"He came all the way from Suzhou to find me, do you think he just wanted to hear a story about an irrelevant person?"

Long Er shook his head, "His surname is Xi, and he also knows the three-love swordsmanship. I was wondering, could his master be Xi He?"

Mo Ruchu showed an extremely complicated smile on his face, and the words he uttered were mixed, "Brother has been missing for 20 years, if it really is him, I..."

Listening to his unfinished words, Long Er couldn't help frowning and said, "What are you? Do you want to fight Long Zhan again because of him? That time Xi Qing, it was Long Zhan who was merciful, otherwise it would be based on my point at that time Children's tricks can't save you at all!"

"What fear is there in death?" Mo Ruchu looked sad, and let out a sad laugh, "Life is worse than death, so much worse..."

"Did you die?" Long Er interrupted him in displeasure, "If you wanted to die, why didn't you tell me earlier? I didn't have to spend that much effort to save you back then!" After speaking, he flung his sleeves and went to the inner room.

Mo Ruchu twitched the corners of his mouth, stared at the dark night sky in a daze, and murmured, "I have lived so far, but I am unwilling, at least let me see him again before I die."

With his strong ears, Long Er naturally heard his words clearly, and then looked at the pale man on the couch, his brows knotted in an unresolved knot, "Both of them want to die, and it's so difficult to live. happy?"

Mo Ruchu returned to the room, looked at the people on the couch and laughed at himself, "Interesting, the three of us really share the same disease."

Long Er glanced at him, "You are the ones who are sick, don't involve me!"

"Long Zhan is your elder brother, my elder brother, and the father of the person on the couch, but we are not even as good as strangers in his eyes. Don't we feel pity for each other?"

"Hmph!" Long Er said coldly, "You are the poor ones, I don't have any expectations for him."

"That's right, you didn't like to get close to him since you were a child, but you are more like a brother to me, an outsider."

Long Er curled his lips, "Don't get involved with relatives, hurry up and save me!"

The person on the couch was Mei Qi who had run away due to choking, but now she was seriously injured, her face was bloodless, her pulse was extremely weak, and she lay motionless on the couch, lifeless.

Mo Ruchu said lightly, "Long Zhan has a lot of famous doctors there, why did you bring him back?"

"So what if there is a famous doctor? Long Zhan doesn't care about his life at all. The people below are just acting on the basis of winks. No one really cares about letting him lie in the room waiting to die. If I don't bring him back, I guess he will die by now." We have all met the King of Hades!"

Mo Ruchu raised his eyebrows, "Maybe I will die in the hands of Long Zhan one day, but now you want me to save his son?"

Hearing that he could not do without a word of death, Long Er became angry, "If you don't provoke him, how can he talk to you? What's more, Mei Qi is also my nephew, and even your nephew, what the hell are you doing?" To save or not to save?"

"Save, of course we have to." Mo Ruchu said as he lifted the person on the couch, then sat cross-legged behind him, his palms slowly gathered internal force to stick to his back, and said distractedly, "This time, you But you owe me two jars of wine again."

Long Er snorted, "Didn't you already drink it?"

Mo Ruchu closed his eyes, "That doesn't count, it's the wine for brother Xi, if you cheat, then you can use your internal strength to save others."

"You have to compare pennies and pennies, and you are still a hero. You should really let the people of Jianghu see your true colors!"

Mo Ruchu twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't speak again.

After master and apprentice Xi Cang returned to the wing room, the servants brought hot water again, and the two of them lay on the couch after bathing, but they didn't feel sleepy.

Xi Cang embraced the person in his arms, pressed his forehead against his, and frowned, "Master, don't you blame him for treating you like...that way?"

Xi Qing closed her eyes and said slowly in a hoarse voice after a while, "You can't beat him."

Xi Cang tightened his arms, "If Master hates him, I will try my best to help you get justice!"

After a while, Xi Qing said indifferently, "He is just a poor man, what's the use of hating him."

"What about Long Zhan? It's all his conspiracy, you should hate him!"

"No." Xi Qing said flatly, "I don't hate him."

"Why?" Xi Cang raised his head suddenly, looking at the person in his arms in disbelief.

Xi Qing slowly opened her eyes, met Xi Cang's surprised gaze, and said coldly, "I don't hate him, but I want him to die."

Xi Cang was stunned, "But his martial arts is the best in the world, how should we deal with him?"

Xi Qing suddenly pushed him away and sat up, looked at him and said, "Get up and sit down."

Xi Cang sat up puzzled.

"Extend your palm."

Xi Cang didn't move, "Master? Are you going to give me your inner strength again?"

Xi Qing looked at him indifferently and didn't answer.

Xi Cang frowned, "Master, I can practice the skills by myself. As long as you are willing to teach me, I will definitely not let you down. Your body is not good in the first place. If you pass on your internal energy to me, what if..."

Xi Qing didn't wait for him to finish speaking, stretched out her hands and pulled his palms to face her own, waiting for luck, but suddenly Xi Cang clasped his hands with ten fingers, and with a little force, she pulled him into her arms and hugged her tightly.

"Master, I don't want your internal strength. No matter how hard it is, I can practice it by myself. I don't know the dangers of the rivers and lakes until I go down the mountain. I can't take away your self-protection skills. I want you to be good. I don't want it." You don't get hurt any more!"

Xi Qing pressed against his broad chest, listening to his chest throbbing like a thunderous drum, she closed her eyes slightly, her gaze was faint.

"Master." Xi Cang rubbed his soft hair and said in a firm tone, "I don't care about the grievances of their previous generation, I just hope that I can stay with you in this life."

Listening to his domineering oath, Xi Qing finally closed her eyes slowly.

The next day, the weather was fine, and the sun, which had not been seen for several days, finally appeared above the head, releasing the comfortable and warm light to its fullest.

Xi Cang was concentrating on practicing his sword in the courtyard, and the fierce sword energy kept sweeping down the dead branches and leaves on the ground. He had practiced the three moves and nine forms and 27 changes of the Sanqing sword by heart, but the power was still unrecognizable. Can't play half of the master.Master wanted Long Zhan's life, but his own ability was not enough.The more he thought about it, the more impetuous he became, his internal strength became disordered for a while, and the moves he made were also out of order.

When Mo Ruchu walked into the yard, he saw that he was exhausting his internal energy as if venting, cutting off the branches of those dead trees with a sword in a random manner.

"Are you practicing swords? Or are you playing your temper?"

Hearing the sound, Xi Cang suddenly withdrew his sword, glanced back at him, and said nothing.

Mo Ruchu picked up a broken branch on the ground and waved it, "Do you want to compete with me?"

This remark was exactly in line with Xi Cang's intentions. Even though he didn't want to do what he did to his master back then, the harm was real. Although the master didn't hate him, he was full of resentment. Even if the master said that he was not his opponent, this resentment was really hard to swallow, and he would not be happy if he didn't fight!

"Okay! Let me experience Brother Mo's clever trick!"

As soon as Xi Cang's voice fell, he took a very strong iron sword and mercilessly charged at Mo Ruchu's chest.

Mo Ruchu raised his eyebrows, but he didn't flicker, the branch in his hand twisted a flower on the left and right, and he blocked the blow as easily as a willow blowing the wind.

Seeing this, Xi Cang's complexion sank, and his moves changed abruptly halfway through. The unpredictable and indistinguishable sword shadows came out of the hole like several dragons, and then bit his Shenfu acupoint again, being blocked, and turned around flexibly Go to the giant gate, bend the bone and go, in short, greet each other's major death points.

The two came and went, one was full of murderous intent, the other treated it indifferently, and entangled for half an hour before giving up. However, the beautiful viewing tree in the courtyard suffered from the disaster of the fish pond, and was completely exhausted by the sword energy of the two of them. They all became bare-boned and bald.

Mo Ruchu threw away the branch in his hand, looked at the unwilling person, and said indifferently, "Your Sanqing Sword is very well practiced, at least much better than mine at the beginning. If you look at the general swordsmanship, it is already very good. It's extreme, but its true power, even if you practice like this for a lifetime, you won't be able to get it out."

Xi Cang gritted his teeth, "Why?"

"Because you have feelings."

Xi Cang was taken aback, then he remembered the prerequisites for practicing the sword of three emotions, love, friendship, and family affection, but he entrusted all these three emotions on the master alone, that is to say, he wanted to practice this set of peerless swordsmanship , it is necessary to throw away the master.

No!No!no way!Xi Cang shook his head again, "If I can't practice the Three Love Sword, I can learn other things!"

"Martial arts in the world, dragon warfare is studied, even if you learn it all, it will be in vain."

"Is there no kung fu that can defeat him?"

"Have."

"what?"

"Three Love Sword."

The feeling of being trampled out before the hope has risen makes Xi Cang extremely depressed. He feels like a beast trapped in his heart. He wants to roar and go crazy, but all these accumulated emotions can only Be patient, be patient!Even if he lost his kung fu, he couldn't lose his tolerance.

"Long Zhan is the disciple of Old Man Sanqing, how could Sanqingjian win him?"

Mo Ruchu twitched the corners of his mouth and sighed, "The Sword of Three Loves is called Sanqing, but it is ruthless. The old man Sanqing passed away with regret, because all three of his disciples could not break the barrier of love, and Long Zhan was the only one It is this love word that can give you an opportunity to take advantage of."

Xi Cang frowned, "What do you mean?"

"In this world, the loser is always the one who has feelings. If you are ruthless, who can win against you?"

"Long Zhan has feelings?"

Mo Ruchu gave another wry smile, "His love is all for one person."

"Xi He?"

"Second Senior Brother is Long Zhan's only weakness. If you can find him, you will get twice the result with half the effort."

Xi Cang is silent, Xi He is like a taboo, so he dare not mention it in front of his master, not to mention Xi He has been missing for 20 years, if Mo Ruchu and Long Zhan can't find anyone, where can he find him?

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