After Shizun failed to deliver water [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 68 I admit the wrong person

With the moonlight on his back, Luo Yunzhang couldn't quite see the changes in his appearance.

Qi Wuyou only felt that he hadn't seen him for five years—in fact, it was only a few months for him——Luo Yunzhang's figure was much taller, and his sense of presence and oppression became stronger.

As soon as Luo Yunzhang appeared outside the Moon Gate, Qi Wuyou felt that the air in the entire yard was being squeezed, and the hands in his sleeves were clenched tightly. He subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he forcibly held back.

——He is wearing a different face now, and he doesn't have a flower bone fan jade belt. If he is beaten to death, what can Luo Yunzhang do to him?

Qi Wuyou glanced at the door behind him, collected himself, and said, "This is Yong Chengzong's residence, who are you? Why did you visit this place late at night?"

Luo Yunzhang seemed to be fixed in place, across the small courtyard, his eyes passed through the fierce sword wind in the sword array and the blood all over the ground on the Luoxia Terrace, and stared blankly at the figure standing in the corridor like a moon in the water.

The night wind brushed an unfamiliar voice past his ears, and Luo Yunzhang seemed to have been awakened. The blood in his body seemed to be flowing backwards, his eardrums throbbed and his pupils gradually dilated.

Really are……

Luo Yunzhang's pupils reflected the moonlight, and his black and white pupils were perfect.

There was a purposeful coldness in his eyes, cutting the air sharply, and the moment he touched Qi Wuyou, the suppressed tormented thoughts gradually overflowed, tracing along the outline of Qi Wuyou, as if to draw him Look through, rubbing down.

The spiritual pressure spread silently, the sand and stone rolled away on the ground, the white wall of the Qingzhuyuan was even pressed into a fine line, and the water lily floating on the pond was crushed into the water, leaving only a white petal floating on the water surface .

The gloomy and chilling atmosphere spread across the yard and extended to Qi Wuyou's feet, as if covered by an impenetrable net.

Most monks are sensitive to spiritual pressure, and Qi Wuyou is no exception. Surrounded by such a domineering spiritual pressure, he feels like his limbs are being bound.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

Luo Yunzhang didn't seem quite right.

Feeling the danger, he couldn't bear to take a half step back.

The spiritual pressure suddenly increased, and before this step could be implemented, the spiritual energy storm exploded, and the water lilies in the pool were uprooted by the sudden burst of spiritual energy and thrown into the sky.

Qi Wuyou felt a flash in front of his eyes, under the shadow, his back slammed into the door panel behind him!

This hit was so strong that it almost smashed the barrier behind.

The back of Qi Wuyou's head hurts, and his eyes turn black. Before he can react, both shoulders feel like being clamped by iron tongs, and the shoulder bones are almost crushed by this huge force!

The pressure of the spiritual pressure pressing in front of him made him speechless.

All he could hear was his extremely restrained, unsteady breathing falling on his ears.

Luo Yunzhang pushed him against the door panel, looked down at him, his thick ink-like pupils were like whirlpools, even the moonlight was sunk in them.

Luo Yunzhang didn't seem to realize it, his eyebrows trembled almost in pain, and he called out very, very softly: "Master..."

Like muttering to himself.

The crack pain spread from the shoulder bones to the neck and back, Qi Wuyou's whole body was stiff, and he barely said a word: "You..."

There were two crunching bang bang bang bangs in the spiritual energy surging to the verge of losing control, Qi Wuyou glanced at the source of the sound, and found that the fingers clasped on his shoulders were trembling convulsively.

"..."

are you crazy?

He was really in pain, showing an uncomfortable expression.

Luo Yunzhang didn't let go of any disturbance on his face, when he saw his frown, he let go of his hand as if startled, and the rioting aura subsided instantly.Like the first rain after the rain, the entire small courtyard fell into tranquility after being swept by spiritual energy.

The rolling gravel shook twice in place, and the water lily that was pressed to the bottom of the water floated up again.

Luo Yunzhang's breathing tended to be gentle, and after he calmed down, he put his hand on Qi Wuyou's shoulder again, this time with much less strength, and tentatively shook it twice, as if to confirm whether he was real.

"..."

The pain on the shoulder has not disappeared, Qi Wuyou did not dare to act rashly.

Luo Yunzhang's eyelids were lowered, and the light in his eyes followed Qi Wuyou's eyebrows without concealment, moved to his neck, and poked into his clothes.

The exposed neck was fair and slender, without any scars, nor was it dead white without vitality. When he got closer, he could even smell the cold fragrance that haunted him in his dreams.

Luo Yunzhang raised his hand and lightly touched Qi Wuyou's side neck.

The coldness, pain, and decadence that had been poured into my body for four years all disintegrated and melted at this moment.

His breathing couldn't help being drawn out, his cold brows and eyes trembled, and he actually... wanted to cry.

As soon as his murderous aura subsided, before Qi Wuyou could react, Luo Yunzhang took half a step forward quickly, stretching his arms outwards to firmly wrap him in his arms.

This is something he has thought about countless times before, but dare not do it.

Pressing his forehead against Qi Wuyou's shoulder, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers, Luo Yunzhang's long-standing violent thoughts were miraculously soothed.

With a hoarse voice, as if sighing, he said with great attachment: "Master, I found you."

His voice was deep and a little sandy.

Qi Wuyou was pressed against the door panel, the sound rang in his ears, numbness ran along his ears to his lower back, and goose bumps suddenly appeared on his body.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

This is too scary!

Even if Luo Yunzhang gave him a few knives, it would not be as scary as it is now.

Qi Wuyou stretched out his hand to push the person away, but he lifted his hand under Luo Yunzhang's ribs, the air pressure in his body dropped, his wrist was directly grabbed, and it slammed against the door.

The wrist bones made a slight crack.

Cracked.

Qi Wuyou: "..."

This is to kill him?

Luo Yunzhang's back undulated slightly, and his lips were pursed forcefully, as if trying to suppress the surging emotions in his body.

After a while, he sighed softly, withdrew the hand that hurt Qi Wuyou, and slammed it on the wall post with a crisp click.

Seeing his wrist snap off, Qi Wuyou was shocked.

Luo Yunzhang didn't seem to feel it, and held Qi Wuyou's wrist with the other hand, and said in a low voice: "Master, don't move."

A cloud of spiritual energy wrapped up, connecting the cracked fine lines on Qi Wuyou's wrist bones.

The hair on the back of Qi Wuyou's neck stood up: "..."

What's wrong?

He finally came to his senses, shook his hand and pulled out his wrist, pushed the person away with all his strength, stepped back, and said coldly: "Which one is your master? I am a monk of Yong Chengzong, and I have never seen you in my life. You have misunderstood the person. "

Luo Yunzhang was caught off guard and pushed away, and the ruthless spiritual pressure surged again. The image of Qi Wuyou lying pale on the bed flashed in his mind, and the spiritual pressure was drawn back into his body in an instant like an umbrella being retracted .

A look of sadness flashed across his face, he raised his eyelids, his burning eyes fell on Qi Wuyou's face, and he said slowly: "Master, do you think that a mask can fool me?"

Nie Yun was meditating on the couch in the room, and not long after, he felt the door frame of the house shake.

He opened his eyes and looked out. Not long after, the windows and doors vibrated twice again, but there was no sound.He got into bed and opened the door, only to see a sound-proof barrier covering the outside of the room.

Turning his head in surprise, he saw Qi Wuyou standing in the corridor with a tall and stern man at a glance. The atmosphere was tense, as if they were confronting each other.

Nie Yun put his hand on the sword at his waist vigilantly, stepped forward and said, "Wu Immortal, who is he?"

When "he" was mentioned, two cold eyes fell on him.

If the man's gaze had any substance, he glanced at it lightly, and Nie Yun felt a chill pouring in from the top of his head, freezing from head to toe.

The ground cracked before his eyes, and the part he was standing on rumbled down, hitting the deepest part of the ground directly.

And the man on the opposite side stood high in the clouds, the indifference in his eyes reminded him that the gap between him and the other party was like a natural moat.

Qi Wuyou noticed something strange, and shouted: "What did you do?"

With this interruption, Nie Yun realized that he had entered a barrier. He quickly summoned his spiritual energy, and the chasm and chasm disappeared, but his clothes were sweaty from the encounter just now.

"Master refuses to talk to me, is it because of him?" Luo Yunzhang looked away thoughtfully and asked.

His eyes were clear, and there was nothing wrong with his tone of voice, but Qi Wuyou could hear the imminent imminent rain, and a dense sense of crisis rolled up his back.

Master?

Nie Yun looked at Qi Wuyou in astonishment.

At this time, Qi Wuyou didn't care about hiding his identity, and said to Nie Yun anxiously, "Go back to your room."

Luo Yunzhang's eyes became black - not long ago, the master had protected him like this.

Thinking of the scene he saw when he first came to the small courtyard, his brows burned, almost breaking the strings of reason.

The aura that exploded several times and was forcibly suppressed began to rampage in the body.

The spiritual veins were cut like a knife, and the scabbed wounds on his body were burst open by the messy spiritual energy one after another, and the black robe was gradually wet.

He knows what happens when he's out of control.

He didn't want to lose his composure in front of Master.

There was no magic cultivator here for him to vent, so Luo Yunzhang had no choice but to raise his left hand to his forehead, trying his best to restrain the pain and irritability rushing to the top of his skull.

Taking a glance from the corner of the eye, he saw Qi Wuyou looking at Nie Yun worriedly.

The dam that blocked the aura collapsed.

Nie Yun clenched his hands unwillingly, but he knew that staying here would only cause trouble for Immortal Wu, he took two steps back, and was about to turn around and go back to the room, when the wind whistled in his ears, suddenly his feet left the ground, his neck tightened, A strong sense of suffocation came up!

Qi Wuyou didn't see when Luo Yunzhang moved, and when he caught Luo Yunzhang's figure again, he had already pinched Nie Yun's neck and lifted him into the air.

"Luo Yunzhang!!" Qi Wuyou shouted to stop.

Luo Yunzhang's clenched hands froze, and he stopped in the middle of exerting force.

The spiritual energy recoiled, the finger bones broke, and blood dripped down from the back of his hand.

The temperament around him has completely changed. Compared with just now, he is completely two people, and the bloody smell is floating down the corridor.

The accident happened too fast, and Qi Wuyou still had lingering fears. If he was a little slower, would Nie Yun still be alive?

Luo Yunzhang's temperament has indeed changed a lot compared to before.

In the past, he would never take action against an innocent monk whose cultivation was not as good as his own.

Spiritual energy flowed over Luo Yunzhang's fingers, and the cracked phalanx was snapped back again, the sound was simply toothache.

Qi Wuyou was worried that Nie Yun's neck would be cut off if he tried too hard, so he raised his hands and pressed down, signaling him to calm down.

The uncontrollable spiritual energy in the spiritual vein gushed out, so that the surrounding space was a little distorted.

Luo Yunzhang glanced at Nie Yun, and asked quietly: "Is he also Master's disciple?"

"No!" Qi Wuyou immediately denied it, and said nervously: "My friend entrusted me to take care of him, you... let him go first."

Luo Yunzhang looked at him, tilted his head, and said, "I only listen to Master."

Qi Wuyou: "..."

Nie Yun has been trying to hold on silently, and now he is really out of breath, and struggles instinctively.

Qi Wuyou didn't dare to drag me any longer..." Luo Yunzhang said, "I miss Master a little bit. "