The Fantasy World of Chivalrous Disciples

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When ordinary people encounter miracles, what kind of situation do they usually find themselves in? What kind of mood do they have? What words do they say?

Dao Wuyi has been sitting in the same place for nearly more than a month, and has hardly left the house during this period. He originally planned to practice this practice for at least half a year, or even longer.

The so-called practice is to put yourself through a series of mental tests and put your soul into incredible situations - just like waking up from sleep and suddenly finding yourself in a foreign country.

Although I can't tell you what's special about it specifically, my impression is very real.

Then, a miracle happened.

"By the way, how long has it been since I fell asleep..."

Dao Wuyi thought about the first time he encountered a miracle. His memory was blurry, but his feelings were still clear. He was surprised by the magical "blood of witches", but he was not overjoyed. He even felt

That's nothing.

What attracted him to join Taiping Tao was about practicing the "not sleeping" method of immortality!

"I am a miracle..."

Dao Wuyi responded like this when faced with the miracle.

The Taoist method of immortality changed his world and made him a traveler without leaving home.

Suddenly, a disciple rushed towards the door.

"Master, there was a swordsman who claimed that he had brought the 'Xianbei Witch' and wanted to dedicate it to you, Master! The disciple was afraid of fraud and refused to let him in, so he rushed all the way, killing and wounding more than a dozen people!"

Dao Wuyi said: "Is it Bai Feng?! Hurry, send someone to the palace to report!"

Before he finished speaking, the swordsman broke into the door. Seeing the menacing attack, the Taiping Dao disciples immediately drew their swords out of their scabbards and said angrily: "Protect Master!"

Dao Wuyi said: "Find a way to leave first, and I will hold him back!"

"Disciple, obey your orders!" After saying this, I saw him duck out of the way and escape through the window.

Jian objectively saw no one around, and after confirming it was safe, he welcomed a woman.

"Bai Feng, do you think you can succeed if you successfully break in and kill me?" After Dao Wuyi finished speaking, the swordsman smiled and said, "Taoist Priest Yuquan, why don't you take a closer look first?"

The woman was forced by the swordsman to take off her clothes, and finally stood naked in front of Dao Wuyi with her hands on her body.

Covered with bruises.

"Is this true?" Dao Wuyi couldn't believe it: "Witch, a real witch! Then you are..."

The swordsman smiled and said: "Anyway, I have brought the people here. It doesn't matter who I am. Taoist Priest Yu Quan just sent someone to report. Do you want others to take away the credit?"

Dao Wuyi made a decision immediately: "Come here, call back the disciple who just went to report the news!"

"That's right. I don't want others to get a piece of the pie." The swordsman threw the clothes on the ground back to the woman: "Put them on."

Dao Wuyi looked at her so eagerly that his eyes almost popped out of his head, and asked the woman, "Are you the witch Murong Yan?"

"Yes." Murong Yan nodded, and the swordsman beside her echoed: "It's guaranteed to be true."

"You guys, come here together." Dao Wuyi said.

The swordsman put his sword on Murong Yan's shoulder, threatening her to come to Dao Wuyi. The swordsman wore a bamboo hat and had a mysterious identity, while Murong Yan wore a light bathrobe and barefoot, as if she had been kidnapped from her sleep.

Come.

After a while, many Taiping Taoists who had reacted came to investigate the situation. They surrounded the swordsman and prevented him from moving forward.

The swordsman said contemptuously: "Taoist Priest Yuquan, this is different from what we promised. Don't you want to prove your true identity? If you don't trust me so much, then I have no choice but to kill this woman now, and then fly away by myself so that you can

Can’t find it anymore.”

Dao Wuyi was hesitating, but saw a flash of white light, the swordsman raised his sword high and was about to kill!

"Stop!" Dao Wuyi said to all the disciples: "You all step back and let me and this knight chat alone. Remember, today's events are not allowed to be spread to outsiders! Anyone who disobeys this order will be expelled from Taiping Dao forever."

The Taiping Taoists all said in unison: "Yes!"

The siege was broken and everyone dispersed. The swordsman brought Murong Yan to Dao Wuyi and watched them sit down facing each other.

Murong Yan said: "Dao Wuyi, do you recognize Luo Pengfei, Mr. Luo?"

It was clear that she was still unsteady and trembling just now, Murong Yan seemed to be a different person in the blink of an eye, and the swordsman beside her also blurted out these words, neatly chopped off three of Dao Wuyi's fingers, and then stuffed the sword

into his mouth.

"Answer all Yan'er's questions honestly, and I will help you stop the bleeding. If you dare to yell, you will die immediately." The swordsman's sinister smile loomed, and Dao Wuyi was so frightened that he did not dare to breathe.

"I don't know." Dao Wuyi said, "I have never heard of this name."

Murong Yan sighed in disappointment, and then her tone became more easy-going: "Dao Wuyi, Dao Wuyi, you have been praying for immortality for so many years, is it really useful? Life is a very fragile thing, maybe as long as the tip of the sword goes in again

Just a little bit and your life will be gone?"

"Miko, it's not your turn to comment on whether it's useful or not!" Dao Wuyi said something rude, and the swordsman thrust the sword into his mouth again.

Murong Yan told the swordsman not to be impatient and continued: "Let me help you explain it clearly? Not only do you know Luo Pengfei, but you were also a close sworn brother. You are not practicing this immortality method for the sake of immortality.

Instead, it’s to ‘not sleep’.”

"Why? What makes a person never dare to sleep again?" Murong Yan took out her small dagger and slashed twice on Dao Wuyi's face: "It's still quite sharp."

The swordsman took the sword away and said to Dao Wuyi: "I'll give you one last chance. If the truth comes out of our mouths, you will never be alive again."

"I have no idea what you are talking nonsense about!" Dao Wuyi covered his severed finger with a ferocious expression but no room for resistance.

Murong Yan lamented and said, "Oh, if Mr. Su hadn't overheard your sleep talk, the world might never be able to see through your true face."

"Taoist Priest Yuquan never dared to sleep, just because he was afraid of talking in his sleep!" Murong Yan broke into a cold sweat when she saw Dao Wuyi, knowing that what she said was correct, she spoke more confidently and calmly: "Back then, Luo Pengfei was accused of treason and imprisoned.

In fact, it was to take the blame for you! And how did Luo Pengfei know that you wanted to rebel? Yes, it was also a dream talk. In order not to reveal your true intentions, you chose to enter the Taoist temple to practice, so that you could legitimately not sleep and accumulate fame.

, prepare for future rebellion.”

Murong Yan removed the sword with her own hands, ordered Dao Wuyi, and asked: "Tell me, was Master Luo's daughter Mei Xinghe captured by you?"

"I don't."

The swordsman said angrily: "He is still lying, Yan'er, don't use your kindness on such a person."

Murong Yan pointed the dagger at Dao Wuyi's chest and continued to ask: "My sister, Hua Ruyi, was bewitched by you to become like this?"

"Hahaha, each of us is following our own path, just to make ourselves live a happier life. In the final analysis, there is no difference between Taiping Dao and you."

After hearing this, Murong Yan felt very angry, but when she thought that her sister had died in her own hands, she frowned and said angrily: "I'm different from you! If Sima Tu learns your true intention, he will

Are you still willing to stay at Taiping Dao? Without the cover of Taiping Dao, you will definitely die! You are just a group of wolves, tigers and leopards. For your own sake, you will sacrifice everything around you, including all your closest relatives and friends!"

The dagger hanging in my heart has not yet fallen.

Murong Yan still chose to look back.

"Brother Feng, let's go." She said, "I already know where Miss Mei is."

Bai Feng pushed up the bamboo hat and asked, "You know before I even ask? As expected of a saint, then there is no need for this person to live."

"Wait, wait, let me tell you!?" Before Dao Wuyi could finish his words, the head had been cut off.

Bai Feng threw away the bamboo hat full of blood and walked out of the house with Murong Yan. Outside the door, there was a Taiping Road crowd waiting for a long time.