Half-demon Raising Immortals

Chapter 298
In the shade of the mountain, the vegetation is very luxuriant, and broken palaces and buildings are scattered everywhere.

Most of the disciples who choose here like to be clean.

In the silence, the yelling of the purple-robed monk spread all over the mountain and down the mountain, attracting many fellow disciples to look at him from a distance.

Lu Tong went up and asked, "What's the name?"

"Zhou Yemo."

He nodded.Looking at the little monk at the side, he smiled and said, "The surname is Zhou, so your name is Zhou Chuang?"

Qi Xiaoshan said that it was Zhou Chuang, Liu Menshan, and Cangju who bullied them, and they should be the ones who took revenge.

The little monk was very rude, and shouted: "Yes! Where is Qi Qingqing, let her come out! I want to settle accounts with her!"

Lu Tong shook his head, still smiling and said: "What's the deal, you've been beaten up like this, and you want to be beaten up again?"

The little cultivator stared, froze for a moment and immediately turned his head.

"father!"

Zhou Yemo frowned, and said, "What do you mean? You beat someone and didn't admit your mistake, and you still threatened him?"

"If you do something wrong, you will recognize something. If you are right, what will you recognize?"

"Is it wrong to hit someone?"

"Divide people."

The two looked at each other.

After a while, Zhou Yemo nodded heavily, and said: "Very good, I hope that in a few days, Fellow Daoist will still talk like this!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

The little monk broke his arm and said, "Father! I haven't called back yet, so I can't leave!"

"Shut up! You can't even beat a servant, go back..."

Zhou Ye Moti slipped up the little monk, yelled at him, and flew away in the air.

Inside the hall.

Lu Tong sat on the chair, closed his eyes and waited.

Three figures came in from the outside and said respectively: "Master!", "Master", "Master".

He opened his eyes and asked, "Where did you go, and why did you come back?"

The three looked happy.

Wang Qiu also smiled very rarely, and replied: "Master, during the sword competition in the academy today, Qingqing beat Zhou Chuang. I'll invite them to Qijuelou for dinner."

Beside, Qi Qingqing curled the corner of her mouth.

Qi Xiaoshan's face flushed with joy.

"good."

Lu Tong nodded and said, "Just now Zhou Chuang and his father came, I saw them all."

The three immediately became tense.

He stood up, walked around the three of them, and said, "Remember, no matter what you do, you have to bear the consequences. You beat Zhou Chuang today, what consequences do you think there will be?"

Qi Qingqing pursed her lips, stood up and said, "Master, I was the one who hurt, and I will be punished alone."

"What are you punished for?"

Lu Tong glanced at him, shook his head and said, "Zhou Chuang is already in the late stage of Qi training, and his strength is stronger than yours. If you hurt him today, he will definitely take revenge."

Qi Qingqing lowered her head.

Qi Xiaoshan looked a little scared.

Lu Tong reached out and patted Qi Xiaoshan, and said with a smile: "Especially you, you are so weak, how did your sister hurt Zhou Chuang, he must pay it back to you several times."

Qi Xiaoshan almost cried out.

Wang Qiu also lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lu Tong looked at the big apprentice, feeling a little disappointed.

Wangqiu is too lonely.

Originally, Qi Qingqing and Qi Xiaoshan were her helpers, but unfortunately, although Wang Qiu has a good relationship with them, he is unwilling to get into trouble because of them.

Hearts are mutual.

When others are in trouble, don't help.When you are in trouble, no one else will take action.

"Don't be afraid."

Lu Tong sat back on the chair and said slowly: "I made it clear in advance to prepare you, not to make you feel intimidated or fearful."

Qi Qingqing and Qi Xiaoshan raised their heads.

He continued: "If they win tomorrow, you will win back the day after tomorrow. There are masters, wound medicines, doctors, and alchemists in the academy. If you lose, you will suffer some flesh and blood injuries at most. What is there to be afraid of?"

This time it's trouble.It is also an opportunity.

It is not easy to come across such a good opportunity to practice the art of killing, seeing blood without harming lives.

……

Day by day passed, and the days returned to calm.

Qi Qingqing and Qi Xiaoshan were injured almost every day.

At first, he was still apprehensive, but after a few days in a row, the submissive air brought by Yunying City faded away, and a slightly sharp fighting spirit gradually emerged.

Lu Tong and Huiyin Heihu made an agreement to go to Shoumian Mountain together in two years, and put aside the only thing on their mind for the time being.Every day, you can wipe the pillars, refine the elixir, and practice the spell of transforming demons, etc. with peace of mind.

Today, at sunset.

When he was wiping the pillars, a somewhat familiar hoarse voice sounded next to his ear: "Junior Brother, do you agree with the Deer Sword?"

Lu Tong frowned and turned around slowly.

"Brother, I have been entangled in mundane affairs recently, and I have no spare energy to practice this method."

The grey-robed old man had a gentle face, and said: "Why didn't you tell me earlier when you have difficulties, brother, there is another way for you, you don't have to work hard yourself, you can let the people below practice it for you."

Lu Tong's expression moved slightly.

The old man in gray robe smiled and passed a stream of magic power.

"Flying centipede sword, let the people below build a centipede nest, and make a few seals every day."

Flying centipede sword, the sword comes out like rain.

A nest of centipedes ranges from dozens to hundreds. After refining, the body of the flying centipede is comparable to gold and stone, and each slender leg is a small sickle.

Lu Tong looked at the Famen, his brows gradually frowned.

The Deer Sword last time consumed a lot of blood and had obvious disadvantages; this time the Flying Centipede Sword consumes very little blood and the benefits far outweigh the disadvantages.

He looked at the gray-robed old man, and said seriously: "Senior brother, it is impossible to guard against ghosts, please forgive me for not being able to help."

"Ok."

The gray-robed old man sighed, and sighed: "It's a pity that I let down my family members once I stumbled for a hundred years!"

Lu Tong's expression remained unchanged.

Entering this kind of place, and not being able to get out, cannot be a kind person. It is difficult to determine whether this gesture is true or not.

"Junior brother, I have a merciless request for my brother!"

"Brother, please general, I will try my best to help you."

"When I entered the ghost building, my family was still in Lanshan Village. I haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Please ask my junior to help me find my relatives and bring them to the door to meet them far away, so as to relieve the pain of lovesickness."

Lu Tong stared at the old man in gray robe.

The old man's eyes are warm and moist, and the emotions in the cloudy eyes are very strong, regret, regret, longing...

Like true, might indeed be true.

"What are their names?"

"The parents must have passed away, and the three children should still be there. Two boys and one girl, named Xiao Mu, Xiao Lin, and Xiao Sen."

"it is good."

The old man in gray robe bowed deeply and walked away step by step.

Lu Tong kept staring at his back.

"That person has a ghost in his heart."

Wan Yi stood aside, his eyes very determined.

Lu Tong smiled and said: "You, you who kill brothers and brothers, of course don't understand the value of family affection."

"You know, but it never happened."

The smile on his face stagnated, and after a few breaths he turned and walked outside, saying: "The rest is left to you two."

Inside the hall.

Lu Tong stepped into the hall and immediately stood still.

There were three Foundation Establishment monks sitting in the hall, and only one of them was an acquaintance——Zhou Yemo.

A short-bearded man stood up and said, "You Daoist Lu, I am Xiao Shan's master. I'm sorry! Due to my poor care, Xiao Shan was hit by two swords, and his injuries are very serious."

Lu Tong looked around slowly and asked, "Who did it?"

"my son."

Zhou Yemo sat on the chair without looking sideways.

The master looked left and right, and immediately walked between the two of them, and was about to speak.

Lu Tong waved his hands and said with a smile: "It's okay, children are ignorant of fighting and fighting, so they get hurt as soon as they get hurt! Even if they die, it's just his bad luck."

After the voice fell, the faces of several people in the hall changed instantly.

(End of this chapter)