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If you don’t want to worship, don’t worship.
But what does the male protagonist "but"?
Mu Qian did not say any more, he lifted up his robe and knelt down in front of the monument reflected by the setting sun.
Although a continuous autumn rain had just fallen, it washed the surrounding vegetation brightly. But there was still a little dust standing on the white clothes. He was such a particular person that he didn't even frown, and he leaned down deeply.
Xie Zhiwei was all too familiar with this action, he was still wondering, with the male protagonist's current status and ability, it didn't matter if he didn't want to worship, why would he pretend.
Chu Zhizhi pouted and said, "Appreciate the teacher ceremony, this kid is quite good at doing things."
The Taoist apprenticeship ceremony is not complicated, the hands are raised to the eyebrows, the Taiji seal is formed, and the deep worship is enough. But the only requirement is that the demeanor must be respectful, the movements must be standard, and the forehead must be lowered to the knees when kowtow.
After the apprenticeship in Tiancheng City that year, with Mu Qian's heart, was afraid that he had never paid such careful attention to his father, the King of Kyushu.
Daddy is more kissable than his father, which makes Xie Zhiwei flattered enough.
But soon, he was frightened, and he found that Mu Qian's expression was a little subtle. He felt that Mu Yu was reluctantly kneeling at this time, and the expression on his face would be at least a little stiff or reluctant.
Unexpectedly, Mu Ke closed his eyes and looked pious and sincere, like a believer worshiping his own god. When he finished worshiping and opened his eyes, there was even a moment of frenzy in those eyes that were like dots of ink.
He got up, fixedly looking at the stone tablet, and placed it on it again, his fingers trembling slightly.
"Master, I'm sorry, the disciple really... can't wait."
Xie Zhiwei feels that he is a dog. It seems that in addition to obsessive-compulsive disorder, the male protagonist has lit up the attribute of calligraphy crazy...
Tsk tsk, no wonder he worships himself, no wonder his expression is so...indescribable, those eyes are staring at the words on the monument! It's a pity that his identity is a "dead man" at this moment, otherwise, giving him the stone tablet will save him from thinking about him day and night in the future, ah no, his grave.
Chu Zhizhi said: "Boy, second senior brother, you have also met, and I have asked you to pay my respects. Next, you should ask these two people to give the second senior brother an explanation, right?"
Mu Qi turned his back to him and nodded: "Yes, it's time to explain, Aunt Yun."
"Okay, leave it to me, nephew, don't worry." Qiu Chongyun responded with a smile, walked to Yan Zhifei and the others, and made a gesture of respect: "Several, follow me to Danding. Let’s go to the city, Xie Zhenren’s poison, account transactions, etc., just ask me.”
Chu Zhi raised his eyebrows: "Ask you?" He glanced at Mu Hao and sneered, "It seems that we are going to be separated, Mu Hao, what's your idea?"
"Naturally, an explanation is given to the master."
Yan Zhifei frowned: "Senior nephew Mu Yu, even if junior brother Bai deserves what he deserves, he is also a city lord of the Taoist sect and should be dealt with by the Taoist sect. It is inappropriate for you to use lynching. Besides, at this moment, only your family's words cannot prove... …”
A loud noise of "Boom" seemed to be swept by a gust of wind, and the brilliance of Qingping Sword rose from the sky. Xie Zhiwei raised his head in amazement and found that there were only a few people left in the enchantment.
Mu Qi, he and Bai saw, and four or five soldiers of the Demon Sect.
Xie Zhiwei's eyelids twitched, and his whole heart froze.
He fell down beside the stone monument full of grass, the temperature in early autumn was suitable for hot and cold, but cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The surroundings were hazy, the outside could not see the inside, and the inside could not see the outside.
Even the silk wind can't blow in, the male protagonist is determined to...
"Let's do it." Mu Qi said.
The sound of "swoosh" sounded one after another. It was the sound of metal scratching. Xie Zhiwei didn't even have to look at it to guess that it was Mu Qi's commanding the soldiers of the Demon Sect to pull out their sharp blades.
Is this to chop me and Bai Jian into hob meat, or chop into meat scum?
But having said that, after waiting for four years to catch the enemy, the male protagonist will only hand it over to a few soldiers and young generals. Is it too insincere?
Xie Zhiwei opened his eyes and mustered up the courage to look, his eyes were about to fall out.
I saw a few soldiers lined up to his grave and formed a circle. They were holding metal utensils, but hoes, shovels, shovels and other tools. Obviously they were not used to kill people... They were digging graves.
The cold sweat on Xie Zhiwei's head thickened.
He silently questioned Mu Yu with his eyes: What do you mean, kid? What do you still want after giving you all the family background for the teacher? Do you have to dig a grave to see if you have any secrets?
Mu Qian seemed to feel something, turned his head and glanced at him indifferently, and said, "Don't worry, the next one is you."
After all, I can't wait for Xie Zhiweipin to express the meaning in his words. He turned around, approached Bai Jianzhan step by step, and said condescendingly, "Master Bai, stay safe."
I don't know what Mu Hao did, but Bai Jian's mind was sober for so long, and he stared at Mu Hao's face: "You bastard, you killed Yu'er, what are you going to do! "
He escaped his anger and actually conquered his fear and guilty conscience, which made Xie Zhiwei, who was terrified in hindsight, admire him in his heart.
Mu Hao stood there calmly, letting him roar. After a while, he suddenly asked: "Bai Yu is dead, are you sad? You don't want him to die, right?"
This question was inexplicable, it was like nonsense, but his expression was so serious that Bai Jian was stunned for a while.
There was a bit of sadness in Mu Ji's eyes: "You take Bai Yu as your hope, you want him to revive his family, and you want to see him shock the world of cultivation, and now he is destroyed, is it meaningless to live and want to die? "
Seeing the reaction, Bai said angrily, "What are you talking about!"
Mu Qi bent down, his posture was extraordinary, like a god trying to save all beings. He said lightly: "For four years, I have been like this..."
Xie Zhiwei could hardly believe his ears, is the male protagonist crazy?
Prosperity, riches, brocade clothes and jade food, how many people can't ask for it, the male protagonist said he wanted to die? ? ? What's not good for young people to play, do they have to learn to play non-mainstream decadent?
Although Bai Jian was not on the same channel as Xie Zhiwei, he was no less shocked than Xie Zhiwei.
His eyes widened, and he looked down, a dagger was inserted near his chest, and the other end of the dagger was in Mu Yi's hand.
Those fingers were white and slender, and they were also stained with dirty blood. The blood trickled down his wrists, wetting his shirt and cuffs, like a white lotus submerged in a sea of blood.
Mu Qian's face did not see the cruelty and ferocity of murder, and his expression was still as sad.
He raised his head slightly, facing the direction of the tombstone, and murmured: "Master, I have offended... If Master thinks that the disciple has done too much, he will reprimand the disciple... Just a few words." Amidst the screams, he twisted the dagger in his hand.
Xie Zhiwei felt that he was really crazy, as if he was still hopeless.
Just ask, who has the ability to save such a powerful lunatic.
After seeing the screams, Bai's eyes were a little dull, as if he had accepted his fate. This is the instinctive reaction of ordinary people when facing death. Mu Qi pulled out the dagger, and a large, almost translucent hole appeared in his chest. Because it was close to the atrium, Xie Zhiwei could even see a throbbing heart inside.
A little expression finally appeared on Mu Qi's face: "Does it hurt?"
He was laughing, just like the innocent face he had with others four years ago. She looks more like a fairy from the dust, but her hands are covered with blood.
Seeing that Bai was in a trance, he nodded subconsciously.