"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 389 Big Brother and Little Junior Brother

When descending the mountain with the broken sword in his hand, Yunchu met someone waiting for him by the river.

The other party had an average relationship with him, and he didn't say a few words on weekdays. On the contrary, he had a better relationship with Mo Chi. He was one of the few people in the Evergreen Sect who could have a chat with Mo Chi.

The man's figure was similar to Mo Chi's, but thinner than Mo Chi's, and he looked sick for a long time.The other party turned his back to him, with one hand behind his back and the other hanging by his side, holding a black package in his hand. Hearing his footsteps, the man moved, and then turned around slowly. His eyes looked at him calmly.

Yun Chu straightened up slowly: "Senior Brother Xu."

Xu Sheng looked at the blood-stained young man in front of him, frowned, raised his hand and threw the package in his hand towards him.

Yun Chu subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, then raised his eyes to look at him.

"There are some healing pills inside, and some bank notes, so you can take them with you."

Holding the heavy burden in his arms, Yunchu felt a tinge of anticipation in his heart: "Is it..."

Xu Sheng knew what he wanted to ask, and interrupted him mercilessly: "No."

The light that had finally risen in the boy's eyes was completely extinguished. He lowered his head, and after a long silence, he pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and muttered to himself: "I just said, how is it possible..."

His distraught look touched Xu Sheng's nerve, and the man's face became a little ugly. When he remembered his friend's advice, he held back and didn't say anything, but kept a cool and handsome face. He took two steps forward and came in front of Yunchu, and then a red bead the size of candied haws appeared in his palm.

Before Yun Chu could react, the man raised his hand and pinched his chin, forcing the other party to open his mouth slightly, and then threw something into the other party's mouth with lightning speed.

The acupoints on his body were tapped, Yun Chu slightly widened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, before he fell into a coma, he heard an inaudible sigh from the other party: "After you go out, don't come back again."

Yunchu who woke up again was on an official road thousands of miles away from the Evergreen Sect. There was no one around him, only the baggage around him reminded him that everything before was not a dream, and he was expelled from the Evergreen Sect. Sent, his brother, don't want him...

The wound on his body had been bandaged, and the boy staggered up from the ground with his body supported, picked up the burden on the ground, and then, step by step, walked in the opposite direction to the Changqing sect.

Time flies like an arrow, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Recently, there have been two rumored major events in the cultivation world. One is the sudden appearance of a young man with Mizuki dual spiritual roots. He became famous in the last battle, and became the object of competition among the major families overnight.The second is that after the competition, the Changqing faction suddenly broke out that the head of the sect had accidentally gone mad while practicing in seclusion, and his direct disciple unfortunately died in order to save the master.

These two incidents became the talk of those people in the cultivation world before and after dinner, but most of them sighed, lamented that the young man in the late Yuanying period was young and promising, and lamented what happened to the head of the Evergreen Sect, but did not One person remembers the disciple who died to save the head.

In the largest restaurant in the world of comprehension, the people sitting in the lobby talked about these two things, and they were very comfortable. No one paid attention to one of the protagonists they were talking about. At this moment, they were standing at the corner of the stairs on the second floor, listening to their words. Clearly.

The young man in a blue gown wore half a black and gold mask on his face, only showing half of his nose, thin lips and a well-shaped chin. Those cool eyes seemed to contain ice and snow that would never melt. The hand hanging by the side slowly clenched into a fist following the conversation of the people below, and the knuckles made "creak" and "creak" sounds, and the whole body was enveloped in a layer of oppressive atmosphere.

Mo Chi is dead...

Yun Chu couldn't believe it, the people who watched him being kicked out of the Evergreen Sect three years ago, the people he wanted to be with with such a shameless face, the people who supported him to walk through the gate of hell again and again in the past three years, would just die...

The 17-year-old boy couldn't calm down no matter what. When the voices of the people below became harsher, he turned and left without hesitation. Where he stood, a thick layer of frost had formed on the log-colored floor.

Sneaking into the Evergreen Party silently was nothing more than a piece of cake for the current Yunchu. In the night, the boy in black was as nimble as a cat. After avoiding the patrolling disciples and the barrier along the way, he successfully Finally, they came to the thatched hut where they lived with Mo Chi.

Everything under the moonlight is exactly the same as when he left, everything seems to have happened yesterday.

Looking at the small thatched cottage in front of him, Yunchu looked a little dazed.

A faint candlelight in the small window suddenly lit up, and that little pea-sized orange light illuminated the colleagues in the room, and also lit up the light in Yunchu's eyes.

Someone else, it must be Mo Chi, he said, Mo Chi will not die!

Almost impatiently, and with a touch of nostalgia, Yunchu approached the house little by little uncontrollably, his mind was blank, and only the thoughts that appeared every day and night for the past three years were left in his mind. The bright red back in his dream.

The moment he raised his hand and pushed open the door, he thought about countless expressions of people in the room when they saw him, disgust?Shock?Still happy?

But no matter what, Yunchu never thought that the person in the room was not Mochi.

Xu Sheng turned his head and looked at the young man by the door vigilantly, his narrow eyes were full of murderous intent, and he pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.

When he saw the person coming, he was surprised at first, and then understood.

The man looked at him, let go of the hand on the hilt of the sword and raised the corner of his lips to smile slightly, as if facing an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

"It's you," he said.

Yun Chu looked at him, still a little bit stunned, he couldn't figure out why Xu Sheng would appear in Mo Chi's room at night.

"Why you?" He asked Xu Sheng, "What about him?"

Xu Sheng didn't answer his question, he put his clothes on and sat down by the table, staring at the dancing candles on the table without looking at him, just asked: "Who?"

Yun Chu lowered his eyebrows, his voice was filled with coldness and panic that he didn't even know about, he said, "Mo Chi."

The small thatched hut was quiet, and the silver-white moonlight outside the house came in from the square windows, intertwined with the candlelight.

After a long, depressing silence, Xu Sheng suddenly raised his head and looked at him. His narrow eyes were colder than the moonlight. He raised the corners of his lips, but there was no smile in his eyes.

"Mochi?"

"Isn't he dead?"

"You do not know?"