Chapter 430 The Master Returns

Qingfeng paused, almost crying with joy.

Hearing the familiar voice, a monk subconsciously turned his head, and then his pupils shrank.

In the distance, three Taoists were stepping over, and their speed was actually the art of shrinking the earth into an inch.

Could it be that Xuanyi Zhenren has returned? Isn't there news that he is far away in southern Xinjiang? How come he came back at this critical moment?

The monk subconsciously wanted to escape, but they were about to complete the mission of this trip. If they gave up, they would be unwilling.

In the moment of hesitation, a golden light flashed in front of them, and the three Taoists with fluttering sleeves in the distance were already standing at the gate of Xuanqing Temple.

"Everyone, are you going to destroy my Xuanqing Temple while I'm away?" The old man in the lead had a fairy-like appearance, his face was calm, and his voice was neither sad nor happy.

However, the dozen Taoist monks all changed their faces and their hands and feet became weak.

Some powerful ghosts were scared away.

But there were still many who stayed there and attacked without knowing the danger.

The emperor saw the old man and was delighted, "The Immortal is finally back."

Immortal Xuanyi nodded slightly and said, "Meet the emperor."

Then he looked around the blood-stained Xuanqing Temple and the ghosts around, and told the two disciples in a calm voice, "No need to stay, clean them all up."

"Yes, Master."

The two disciples withdrew their eyes from Ling Chu, bowed and responded, and quickly made hand gestures with both hands.

One dealt with the ghosts, and the other dealt with the dozen monks and Taoists.

Immortal Xuanyi ignored the two disciples behind him and walked towards Ling Chu.

The ghosts, who had lost their minds and didn't know how powerful they were, rushed towards him ferociously, but before they could get close, they were bounced away by the golden light on his body.

They didn't even have time to scream before their souls flew away.

Seeing Xuanyi Zhenren, Qingfeng was a little nervous, "Master, if you don't come back, you won't see your disciple anymore."

Xuanyi Zhenren just glanced at him lightly and retracted his gaze, without stopping, and continued to walk towards Lingchu.

Qingfeng twitched his mouth. After not seeing him for a long time, the master still only had the little junior sister in his eyes. In the eyes of the master, he was just like the stone at the entrance of the Taoist temple, dispensable.

Qingfeng complained in his heart, but didn't dare to say anything. He didn't take good care of the little junior sister, and he didn't know if the master would punish him.

Lingchu didn't look at Xuanyi Zhenren, his eyes were a little empty, and he was still controlling the big shovel and the small hammer to kill those ghosts.

"Xiao Si." Xuanyi Zhenren followed her line of sight and looked at the big shovel and the small hammer, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. But he didn't say anything, just called softly, raised his right hand, and put his two fingers together.

As the scriptures in his mouth were recited, the two fingers quickly tapped on Lingchu's forehead.

Lingchu was not in his mind at the moment, and he didn't know who was in front of him. She just instinctively raised her hand, wanting to push away the person in front of her.

But Xuanyi Zhenren tapped her shoulder with his left hand, and she couldn't move immediately.

Half a minute later, Xuanyi Zhenren took his hand back and called softly in a kind voice, "Little Four."

Ling Chu blinked, and the confusion in her eyes faded. Seeing the old man in front of her with a fairy-like appearance, she blurted out, "Master."

Ling Chu was stunned when she said this.

This was the first time he had seen this person, but she knew that this was Xuanyi Zhenren without anyone saying anything.

This was the memory left in her mind by the original owner.

Seeing that she had regained consciousness, Qingfeng's tense heartstrings relaxed, and blurted out, "Little Four, you really scared me to death, fortunately the master is back."

Ling Chu was a little confused. What did she do to make the third brother look so scared?

Qingfeng opened her mouth and was about to say that she had just become heartless and would kill gods and Buddhas.

Xuanyi Zhenren glanced at him lightly, his voice full of warning, "Qingfeng."

Qingfeng's heart trembled, and he immediately swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He quickly put on a smile and quickly changed the subject, "Little sister, Master and the eldest and second brothers are back."

Being interrupted by him, Ling Chu came back to his senses, and then he remembered the fight just now, and hurriedly turned his head to look.

The dozen monks and Taoist priests who were besieging all collapsed on the ground, looking dejected and shocked.

As for those gloomy and terrifying ghosts, they had long disappeared, and even the air had returned to its original quiet and peaceful state. Two Taoist priests with fluttering sleeves were looking at her and smiling at her, "Little Four."

"Eldest Brother, Second Brother."

These two people were not quite the same as she imagined. The eldest brother Jiyuan was a little rigid and serious. He was the one who looked most like the master among the brothers and sisters, and his magic skills were all inherited from the master.

Second Brother Nangu was tall and thin, and smelled of medicine.

Ling Chu hurriedly said hello and immediately turned to look at the other side.

Only then did he realize that the fight had already ended.

More than half of the besieged officers and soldiers were killed or wounded. Those who were not dead were also lying on the ground, unable to move.

It was obvious that they were imprisoned by the magic of the eldest and second brothers.

Two-thirds of the imperial guards died, and the rest were also seriously injured.

The emperor was also injured, but fortunately Commander Pang and others fought to protect him, so he was not injured in the vital parts.

Ling Chu's eyes swept over and finally landed on the tall and straight body covered in blood.

He pursed his lips and walked forward quickly.

He took out the medicine and poured it on his wound, but it was washed away by the blood in a blink of an eye.

Ling Chu's eyes were red.

Ning Chuyi was looking down, and seeing that she seemed to be about to cry, his heart tightened, "Don't worry, it just looks a little scary, but the injury is not serious."

Ling Chu paused, pursed his lips, and raised his eyes. Her face was pale, she had obviously lost a lot of blood, yet she was reassured that she was fine.

Somehow, she clearly didn't want to cry, but her emotions came quickly and urgently. Despite trying hard to hold it down, the tears still rolled down like broken beads.

Seeing her crying, Ning Chuyi felt panicked and in pain, "You...don't cry, I'm fine, I really am fine."

He wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but found that his hand was full of blood. He was afraid that she would cry harder when she saw it, so he quickly pulled back.

Yin Sha and Wei Feng, who were also scarred, saw Ning Chuyi so helpless for the first time.

This scene was really new. The two of them watched it intently, and suddenly they even felt that the injuries on their bodies didn't seem that painful anymore.

Lingchu's senior brother and second senior brother stood on one side, looking at Ning Chuyi carefully. Seeing her suddenly burst into tears, the two of them frowned, and their eyes at Ning Chuyi quickly changed from appreciation to dissatisfaction.

Xuan Yi, a master of the immortal style, also looked at Ning Chuyi, but what he saw was not only the appearance, but also the facial features, bones, momentum, fortune, etc.

After looking at Ning Chuyi, he looked at Ling Chu carefully, raising his right hand slightly and tapping his fingers lightly.

Ji Yuan and Nan Gu's actions were exactly the same as those of Xuan Yi.

If it were normal for so many people to look at him, Ning Chuyi would have noticed it long ago. But seeing Ling Chu crying now, he was confused and didn't know anything about it.

The emperor noticed it, but Xuan Yi's face was calm, and he couldn't see any clues from his face.

He could only glare at Ning Chuyi with some hatred. The master and several senior brothers were watching. Why did he slip up at the critical moment and not even know how to coax a girl?

Afraid that Master Xuan Yi would be dissatisfied with Ning Chuyi, the emperor coughed and stepped forward, "Fortunately Master Xuan Yi came back in time, otherwise I might have returned to the underworld."

Master Xuan Yi slowly withdrew his gaze. Although he could see the emperor's thoughts, he did not reveal it.

"The Emperor's blessings reach heaven and he has God's blessing."

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