refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 175 Sudden Death

The rumored Li Ghost Knife, an ancient evil, was just an ordinary stone knife for viewing a long time ago.

Until later, it was stained with the blood of the living sword clan, cut off the struggling heads of countless living people, tasted the resentment and wailing in the world, and gradually refined it into a fierce giant blade capable of tearing human souls apart.

And within the Lingtai Yijian Sect, the only people who can really touch the Li Ghost Saber, apart from the disciples who need to be guarded every day, are Mo Fuqiu and his wife, and those who seem to be indifferent to the Li Ghost Saber. Wen Pianhong.

Naturally, Mo Fuqiu didn't need to say much. He sat in a wooden wheelchair all day long, and he would never take the initiative to find himself uncomfortable.

As for Wen Pianhong, whenever he can seize the opportunity, he will definitely take the Li Ghost Saber and take it out to make trouble, and then return it back intact, so as to avoid being suspected by other members of the same sect.

As for Shen Miaozhou - she has always been a well-behaved woman, and has always maintained the dignity and dignity that the head wife should have.

Therefore, all the disciples present, including Wen Pianhong, would never have thought that this gentle and tender woman would hold a ferocious stone knife that was much taller than her, and move forward wantonly, piercing Wen Pianhong. Pianhong's chest.

But that's what happened.

She yelled loudly at her junior brother, at this man who had had a special relationship with her and had a heart-to-heart relationship with her, and repeatedly called him "monster".

"Tell me... what do you want, we can't give it? The head of the sect, or... or the title of the head of the famous sect?"

"But whatever you want, whether it's rights or status...Fuqiu and I...we can do our best to meet your needs...but why...why did you have to take Fuqiu's life... ..."

"He...he is your senior brother! Brother Gu, he is your senior brother!!!"

With tears in her eyes, Shen Miaozhou yelled at him almost hysterically: "From the day you went to Lingtai Mountain, Fuqiu treated you like a younger brother, looking for a doctor to help you heal your wounds, and teaching you how to practice sword... The position of deputy head is entrusted to you... He clearly... trusts and values ​​you so much..."

"Junior brother, think about it carefully, think about it carefully. We... Fuqiu and I, when... did we owe you something?"

Shen Miaozhou is indeed a stupid and cowardly woman, that's right.She doesn't have any city, and she is devoted to Lingtai Yijian Sect and Mo Fuqiu with all her heart, and she never asks for anything extravagantly.

She felt that she was already content, and she deserved to be treated kindly by God—until now, her husband, because of her timidity and evasion, was suffering from the imminence of death.

So when she raised her head again and looked at Wen Pianhong, apart from feeling panic, she was filled with endless guilt and remorse.

It is undeniable that Mo Fuqiu is now dying of poisoning—it is indeed inseparable from what she did.

But in the end, she couldn't hate herself.

So he could only transfer this unbearable great pain to Wen Pianhong's body with redoubled efforts.She thought that at least in this way, her long-feared heart could be relieved.

——However, things are not as simple as Shen Miaozhou imagined.

A huge green stone knife in her hand not only pierced Wen Pianhong's paper-thin skin, but at the same time completely tore his stubborn soul to pieces.

But the man in front of him seemed to be painless, struggling and stubbornly, and then looked into Shen Miaozhou's wet and red eyes.

"You said, you and Mo Fuqiu never treat me as an outsider."

Wen Pianhong curled his lips slightly, smiling all over his face, but it was extremely cold.

"Then... Miao Zhou, let me ask you." After a pause, he continued, "If you knew from the beginning, I am Wen Pianhong from the Zhufengmen..."

"Will you—will you still try your best to meet my needs as you said just now?"

"Would you still... take me to Mount Lingtai, heal my wounds... and practice martial arts with me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a trace of indescribable emotion clearly appeared on Shen Miaozhou's face.

At that moment, Wen Pianhong finally couldn't laugh anymore.

His entire torn face collapsed in an instant, and accompanied by the sharp pain of the burning soul under the knife, he staggered back and backed away again and again, trying his best to create a long blur between Shen Miaozhou and Shen Miaozhou. clear distance.

Shen Miaozhou moved her lips, as if she wanted to say something else.But the moment she opened her mouth slightly and uttered the first tone, a blue-black soul smoke rushed past, almost without anyone noticing, ruthlessly moving forward, involuntarily piercing through the woman's slender and soft body. throat.

——She hasn't said that sentence yet, and no one can guess what she wants to express.Immediately after that, the man was facing the direction where Wen Pianhong was, unable to bend his waist, and knelt down with a heavy sound.

"Master... senior sister?"

Wen Pianhong's expression changed suddenly and he stood in the same place for quite a long time in a daze before he looked like a ferocious dog that had completely lost his mind and jumped up following Shen Miaozhou's sudden collapse, saying frantically and ferociously over and over again, "Senior Sister... Senior Sister... Miao Zhou!"

The bluish-black wandering souls flying all over the mountains and plains were scattered like a rain of knives at that time, they easily broke free from Wen Pianhong's shackles, and they rushed towards the wound where blood was gushing from Shen Miaozhou's throat, stretching out their greedy minions uncontrollably.

"No...no...stop! Stop for me..." Wen Pianhong's eye sockets burst, and his snow-white eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, "...that's my senior sister, that's my senior sister !!!”

He raised his head and roared furiously, almost exhausting all the strength in his body, wanting to stop the wandering soul from encroaching on Shen Miaozhou inhumanely.

However, all struggles and resistances are futile——

Just now Shen Miaozhou stabbed Wen Pianhong with all his strength and completely crushed the soul in his body that supported the illusion.

Once the soul of the main body is torn apart, Wen Pianhong loses the ability to be controlled by the scattered soul smoke flying continuously behind him.

The wandering souls scattered all over the sky are the resentful spirits of countless dead who existed in the world in the past. They have no self-awareness, so they can only be forced to obey the last instruction given by Wen Pianhong before his own soul cracked——

"kill."

Who to kill, in fact, they are not clear.Even though Xue Lanyin was the one Wen Pianhong wanted to cut into pieces in his heart earlier, the wandering souls were a bunch of thoughtless dead things, and the only target he looked at was the hysterical loud voice on the opposite side. Shen Miaozhou...

"kill!"

"Kill you!"

Kill you--

As a result, the soul smoke gathered suddenly, and in the half of the sky where the first sun was about to rise, it instantly turned into a sharp shadow like a blade.

Like a ferocious beast, like a tidal wave, like a howling cold wind, in just a short moment, it swooped down, tearing Shen Miaozhou's trembling body half kneeling on the ground to pieces!

All of a sudden, the internal organs burst and blood gushed out.

A person who was alive and complete a moment ago, before she even had time to say the last sentence she wanted to say, was crushed by countless bewildered and fierce wandering souls into blood foam all over the ground.

Wen Pianhong stared blankly at the woman who disappeared in front of his eyes in an instant, and it seemed that it took a long time before he consciously stretched out his ten fingers, gently and carefully rubbing repeatedly among the blood stains on the floor.

It was like stroking her soft and warm side face.

At that time, Xue Lan was standing beside her, and she seemed to want to take a few more steps forward, but her heels were raised, and her palms were tightly clasped by Yan Jue.

"...Don't look at it, it's all self-inflicted."

Yan Jue tugged at him, frowning, as if there were endless thoughts in his eyes.

"Well, let's not watch it." Xue Lan raised his hand and covered Yan Jue's eyes.

Yan Jue gave a "hmm" and wanted to say something to his apprentice, but his lips were gently pressed against his lips by a finger.

"Don't even open your mouth." Xue Lanyin said, "If something unexpected happens, I'm afraid I won't be able to keep you."

The two held each other's hands, standing among the large forests mottled in the morning light, and their eyes were full of figures passing by, scattered scenes of hurriedly coming and going.

All the disciples of the Lingtai One-Sword Sect present couldn't help but panic at this moment.

Some fell to the ground and began to cry on the spot, and some fainted from fright. The most well-trained disciples rushed forward with swords in hand. They dragged him up, while the other group walked up to Wen Pianhong in a slight panic, and thrust the long sword in their hands tremblingly towards his neck.

Two important figures fell on Lingtai Mountain in one day, and the third one was a member of a cult whose background and identity could make people understand the evil.

No one knew what to do, and no one could come out to take charge of the overall situation. Even when they were in a panic, they forgot to deal with Yan Yao, master and apprentice, reasonably.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Wen Pianhong, who was kneeling in the middle of the pool of blood and was no longer human.

They put swords to his throat, to his heart, to his chest.

——However, no one dared to strike first.

After all, once an unexpected situation occurs, the person who strikes rashly is very likely to be the second Shen Miaozhou.

So he could only freeze in place like this, and let the wandering souls fly all over the sky, devouring and destroying everything on Lingtai Mountain.

It wasn't until this silent confrontation lasted for a long time that Wen Pianhong, whose legs had gradually become stiff, raised his head and laughed helplessly at himself.

At this moment, someone finally couldn't bear it any longer, stood up, raised his voice and asked him, "What are you laughing at? What else do you have to laugh at now!"

Soon, someone also answered angrily: "You poisoned the head... and killed the head's wife with your own hands, how can you be worthy of the head!"

"Madam is right, you are a monster from Zhufengmen!"

"monster!!"

"You are a monster!"

"Shut up--!"

With a sudden yell, Wen Pianhong's zhenqi exploded all over his body, and the disciples who were cursing and clamoring all around suddenly flew out, his arms and legs were twisted into a ball, and he was forced to be breathless, and his death was extremely miserable.

Afterwards, no one around them dared to speak anymore, and they were even afraid of death, so they moved back a little in unison.

——However, at such a time, Wen Pianhong no longer wanted to kill anyone.

He knelt at the place where Shen Miaozhou disappeared, and felt that everything in front of him was meaningless.

What robbery dragon seal, what the head of the sect, at the thought of Shen Miaozhou's death, there was also a emptiness.

"A group of people like you... how can you call me a monster?"

Wen Pianhong raised his head to the sky and smiled, as if tears were coming out.But now he looks like a human being and a ghost, so where are the tears coming from?

So he could only choke up, struggled to open his throat in pain, and said hoarsely: "The Lingtai One Sword Sect is today, I have spent nearly half of my life, rebuilding it bit by bit... "

"Do you think, who has worked so hard to guard this comfortable land under your feet?"

"Mo Fuqiu, Shen Miaozhou!!! Shen... Miaozhou... even to the point of death, you never... gave me half a ounce of trust."

Never, ever.

Shen Miaozhou never loved him, he knew it.

Such a conservative and inflexible woman puts her heart on her husband's side and never leaves her side.

Even if there is an occasional moment of emotion, it is just an urgent search for someone to rely on during the interval of emotional frustration.

And such an insignificant position can be replaced by anyone, not just Wen Pianhong.

"Even if that's the case, I never thought of harming you."

I never thought that you would die by my hands.

Wen Pianhong knelt on the spot alone, coughed hard for a while, and sprayed a cloud of black smoke from his mouth.

Everyone thought he was crazy, but he wasn't—

Because only Wen Pianhong knew that in this world, the only woman who could give him endless warmth was gone.