Volume 16 Chapter 43 (2/2)

His face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead.

Everyone could see that he was in great pain, but he just let out a dull groan of pain, and then looked up at the purgatory Mountain God.

My hands are rotten, so I can't write any more books.

Of course, the purgatory mountain god understood his meaning and his determination.

However, the alchemy Mountain God did not get angry, but calmly looked at Fang Zhongru and said, ”I know that you are most filial. Your wife is taking your old mother to change a gown for her at a tailor's shop in the city at the moment. But you did this, but it made the shop lose fire. Your wife and old mother died in the sea of fire.”

”You don't think about your body, hair and skin, but also for your family, because you have a pair of children.” The alchemy Mountain God said calmly, his eyes left Fang Zhongru's festering hands and looked at the distance behind him.

Fang Zhongru turned around. He saw a pillar of smoke rising into the sky in the city in the distance.

He understood what had happened, and he shivered and began to cry.

The alchemy mountain god looked at him calmly.

The great Confucian also understood the meaning of the last sentence of the alchemy mountain god official. He hit his head hard against the pavilion post beside him.

With a snap, the body of the great Confucian wiped the pavilion pillar and fell down. The blood red and white things spread on the pavilion pillar and the ground.

Countless shouts of surprise and anger rang out in the mud of the lake.

Many lotus digging people wave their short spades to rush ashore. No matter what the way this red robed priest comes from, they have to fight with him. However, the lake is too muddy, and their steps are too heavy and slow. They can only watch the indifferent red figure and disappear in their sight.

A young man digging lotus root also saw the whole process of Fang Zhongru's death.

The young man's appearance is beautiful, even if his face is covered with black mud, it doesn't make people feel dirty and ugly.

All the diggers beside him only think that he is a poor digger from the southern province, but no one knows that he was once one of the natural selection of qingluan college, one of the most outstanding and beautiful young people in the whole Yunqin, and the son of Wen Shoufu who once held the power.

He is wenxuanyu.

After that autumn sacrifice, he disappeared in the sight of all people, but he has been desperately practicing to get revenge.

No matter the resentment of the resident family and the changsun family, or the existence of his father, Wen xuanshu is his father, no matter whether he is a traitor or a villain. He only knew that emperor Yunqin killed his father, so for a long time, the only purpose of his life was to kill emperor Yunqin and avenge his father.

However, Emperor Yunqin died in the persecution of Linxi and the turmoil of the people in Zhongzhou city.

This kind of biting hatred, which supports his life, suddenly one day there is no longer any reason for it, and he suddenly doesn't know what the meaning of his life is.

Zhang Ping and qingluan college, and Lin Xi's fight, before he did not let him feel that there is anything to do with himself.

But today, standing in the cold muddy water, looking at the scene, his blood began to burn unconsciously.

He still doesn't know what he will be like in the future and where the meaning of his life is.

At the moment, however, there was only one thought in his mind.

He must kill the red robe God of purgatory mountain.

……

Wenxuanyu began to walk fast in the lotus pond. As he walked faster and faster, a battle was just over in the north of Qiantang province.

More than ten practitioners from the North neighboring college stood up in a pool of blood.

On the ground around them, in addition to the bodies of many people dressed as bandits and college practitioners, there are also the bodies of a red robed alchemy Mountain God and several ghostly faced doves.

In this battle, the monks of the North neighboring college won the final victory. They fell down and killed the alchemy mountain red robe God and the claws and teeth for him, but they also paid a heavy price.

Most of all, they don't know how long they can last after winning the war.

No matter what else is right or wrong, they are all unwilling to submit to the foot of Zhang Ping and purgatory mountain, like many of the cloud Qin practitioners. They should be on the side of Lin Xi and qingluan college at the moment.

In their view, Lin Xi is naturally the leader of all opposition forces at the moment.

”Lin Xi, where are you? Why hasn't qingluan college fought back?” So at this moment, one of the northern neighbor college practitioners, who was struggling to stand up, could not help but utter such a painful murmur. To be continued