Xia Zhiqi's expression also turned cold: "Shut up!"

Chu Zhi was standing on the spot and didn't move. He only waved his hand. Not far away, a person flew out and fell heavily to the ground.

The man got up in a daze, irritated. But many eyes fell on him, and there were a lot of them with contempt.

His face was pale and pale for a while, and he hid in the corner sullenly.

Chu Zhi was just about to teach him another lesson, but saw Xie Zhiwei coughing suddenly, and the blood he coughed up became darker and darker every time, and the white clothes on Mu Qi's body were stained mottled.

"Senior brother!" "Second uncle!" "Thank you!"

Xie Zhiwei couldn't hear many names clearly. He put his hands on his heart, the knuckles were white, and his nails almost scratched the front of his shirt.

Mu Qian hurriedly held down his hand, but suddenly found that Xie Zhiwei's heartbeat became weaker.

As if separated by a long distance, it reached his palm.

Only then did he understand why the two times when he was uncomfortable leaning against Xie Zhiwei's arms, the heartbeat he heard would be so far away.

He thought it was an illusion caused by thinking too much, but he didn't expect Xie Zhiwei to be poisoned.

if……

if……

Mu Qian lost the ability to think, and the whole person was in a panic, and he began to say indiscriminately: "Master Master, Master Du Sheng, please save Master, please..."

The only answer to him was a helpless sigh.

This was the first time he had picked up Xie Zhiwei's body as he wished, but it was as if he was sitting still, watching his life go by.

This was also the first time he had asked for help when he knew it was futile.

A trembling hand covered his mouth.

It was cold.

Mu Qian's pleading words stuck in his throat, he instinctively held up his hand, trying to warm up.

His eyes swept over the people around him, but he was dazed.

These faces are regretful, sympathetic, mournful, and indifferent.

But none of them spoke, and none of them stood up and said, "I can save him."

Xie Zhiwei forcibly opened his eyes, and tried his best to speak: "Black lotus and white lotus have been destroyed in...my consciousness, so after I die...they won't be stripped out, and I wish to use this...to stop the battle in the world. "

Since it was quiet all around, everyone heard him.

It was quieter for a while.

If what he said is true, then two of the five treasures have been removed, and they can no longer be collected. Legends that have been passed down through the ages will always be legends.

Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and many people hesitated, as if not believing that Xie Zhiwei would have the heart to do so.

Mu Hao was startled: "Master, why are you..."

Xie Zhiwei's bloody hand grabbed his wrist, and he stopped talking immediately, but his eyes were still shocked.

Du Sheng returned to his senses, and continued to move the beads in his hands, "Amitabha, thank you for your heart."

Yan Zhifei squatted down, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and finally retracted it.

"Zhiwei, why are you suffering..."

Xie Zhiwei reluctantly made a smile: "Senior brother, no one will die... I want to do something that I think has... meaning, apprentice... This is for you..."

Mu Yiben didn't understand what he meant by "this". When the sound of Qingping sword falling to the ground sounded, he finally trembled uncontrollably: "Master..."

"Draw the sword."

At this time, as long as Xie Zhiwei instructed him, he was afraid that Mu Hao would have to do it with all his might. Although he no longer had much spiritual power, he still tried his best to pull the sword out of the sheath.

Only three inches out of the sheath is enough for everyone present to see.

Yan Zhifei understood, nodded and said: "Okay, he is enough to inherit your mantle, this Qingping sword is what you left him."

Mu Hao knew exactly what the words "Leaving him" meant, and his hand suddenly loosened, and the Qingping sword slipped.

"This is the master's thing, and the master wants to make it famous all over the world, I..."

Xie Zhiwei said firmly: "Take it... I want... I'm not going to die... Resting my eyes..."

"pick up."

I don't know when, Chu Zhi appeared next to Yan Zhifei, "Although I don't like you very much, this is the second brother's wish, you must listen."

Mu Hao didn't know who was talking, he picked up the Qingping sword blankly, and held Xie Zhiwei's other hand tightly involuntarily.

"Little Master...Brother, eat my fish...you should help me...cough..." Xie Zhiwei coughed out a few mouthfuls of black blood, and his cheeks were morbidly red, but he didn't even bother to take a deep breath. Go up, go straight down and say, "Buried under that willow tree..."

Chu Zhizhi closed his eyes and suppressed the sourness in his throat: "Okay, I, I will listen to my brother."

I only cared about the trivial grievances that day, how could expect that the small gathering under the willow tree that day would become the only time in life.

But Xie Zhiwei left the matter behind him to only Chu Zhiwei.

After the war, it was calm. Because there is no air flow, the clouds in the sky are condensed and thicker.

Yibuya is in the shadows, and it is as quiet as it is isolated from the world.

Mu Hao asked hesitantly, "Master, where is the disciple?"

Chu Zhi was suddenly aware that something was wrong, and suddenly pulled up Xie Zhiwei's sleeve, "Second Senior Brother arranged this way, could it be that you realized that you were poisoned a long time ago? Tell me who it is!"

When he called out, suspicious clues were drawn, and there was a small murmur around him.

Mu Qian seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and his eyes regained some brilliance. He didn't have time to think about why Xie Zhiwei kept pressing him down and didn't say anything, he just thought that he could find something from Xie Zhiwei's mouth, there must be time to save it.

Xie Zhiwei had already tried his best to lean into his ear.

Mu Qi held his breath and concentrated, almost putting all of his strength on his ears.

"The dog's...in the bowl...the shrimp shell...you can't eat it...don't do it again...you want..."

It was the shrimp that was stuffed into Mu Qi's mouth the day before yesterday, and Mu Qi quietly threw it to the "dog", only to be discovered by Xie Zhiwei.

But what he said at this juncture was really inexplicable.

Mu Hao couldn't care less about being embarrassed, and hurriedly said: "Okay, Master, please tell me who it is."

Then, he heard four untraceable syllables: "Avenge me... revenge..."

Mu Qian quickly nodded, and was about to wait for him to speak again, when suddenly his shoulders sank.

Immediately afterwards, there were exclamations around, mixed with some sobbing.

Mu Hao lowered his head in astonishment, Xie Zhiwei leaned quietly in his arms, and his voice was dead.

He called out in disbelief: "Master?"

The call was almost drowned out by the growing noise around him.

The surrounding Daoist disciples knelt on the ground, Chu Zhi is shouting "Second Senior Brother" loudly, a man who always prides himself on the sky and the ground actually burst into tears.

Yan Zhifei stood up and bowed, and the others followed.

The first drop of rain finally fell in the dark world.

It happened to drip onto Xie Zhiwei's tightly closed eyes, but he didn't even move his eyelashes.

Mu Qian stretched out his hand to wipe off the drop of rain, and the skin that his fingertips touched was colder than the rain.

Mu Qi gently wiped the half-coagulated black blood on Xie Zhiwei's face with his sleeve, and repeated: "Master."

The rain came quickly, although it was not very big, but it covered the smoke and dust in an instant.