"The progress is so smooth, does the master also want to see the disciple?"

Mu Qian's voice was a little shaky, Xie Zhiwei couldn't help slandering, your imagination is too rich, boy, the soil is dry and soft in autumn, and it's easy to dig.

Mu Hao suddenly made a "huh", paused, and asked, "What's the matter." The voice was not in a hurry, but it was a little low, and it was obviously a little sullen.

The demon soldier knelt down with a plop: "Sir, when we dug this grave, the rivets were no longer on the coffin."

"Shizi Mingjian! Without your order, the little one dare not move."

Mu He said solemnly, "Shut up."

Xie Zhiwei then remembered how he got out of the coffin, can those two tomb thieves be a little more lazy! After burying the soil intact, can't we go to the dim sum to nail the coffin lid?

"Who is so bold! How dare you..." Mu Kui's back of his hand burst into blue veins, he suddenly raised his hand, and the 100-pound coffin lid flew up. Zhang's place.

Not surprisingly, the coffin was empty and there was nothing.

"How could this be..." Mu Hao murmured, staggering to the coffin and looking inside anxiously. That kind of helplessness made Xie Zhiwei delusional that he seemed to be back in his youth again.

No, strictly speaking, it's more like when Xie Zhiwei saw in Mu Qian's memory fragments when he was bullied in his last life.

Helpless, dazed, lonely.

Mu Qi rummaged through the coffin for a while, but found nothing but the two crow blue Taoist robes buried with him. He held the only Taoist robe in his hand, and suddenly let out a roar of grief. At the same time, his spiritual power surged like a tidal wave. The sword energy of Qingping Sword and the brilliance of black lotus, white lotus and red lotus were mixed with each other, and the loess was swept across the sky.

The surrounding demon soldiers were so frightened that they retreated, and Xie Zhiwei was also taken aback. He could hear the heart-wrenching meaning from the roar.

This is... can't find inheritance, is angry?

But the teacher is really poor, and the two robes are newly made, which is good enough.

But in any case, it was rare for Mu Hao to be so out of control.

It's an excellent opportunity.

Xie Zhiwei tried his best to stand up, exerting the greatest strength in his life, and broke free from the restraint of the white lotus in his hand.

Suddenly, a demon soldier shouted: "Prince! Holy Monarch... No no, Chi Yan, he ran away!"

As if he hadn't heard, Mu Hao calmed down and clenched the Taoist robe tightly with both hands, but his tone was as calm as usual, "Is it the Taoist School, or who... kill them all, Master you. Say, can you?"

When he was talking about this, there was no focus in his eyes, but the Qingping Sword flew up on its own and stabbed precisely in the direction where Xie Zhiwei fled!

It has to be said that spiritual power is very useful.

Since he met the male protagonist again, he used his legs to escape. At this moment, he ran to the other side of Zaoji City in one breath, his face was not flushed or he was out of breath, he was refreshed.

The breeze from the thorn bamboo forest blew over, and the fragrant fragrance seemed like a lifetime away. He stood there and laughed three times.

This time, under his witty mediation, the danger was saved. Even if the male protagonist found that the coffin was empty, it would not prove that Xie Zhiwei was still alive. From now on, the sky is high and the sea is vast, and will never see you again, male master, bye bye.

Suddenly, his laughter stopped.

In the bamboo forest flashed a tall figure of a man, wearing a blue Taoist robe fluttering, it was none other than Chu Zhi. Chu Zhishi seemed to be in a bad mood, with a lot of anger on his face.

When he bumped into Xie Zhiwei, he was also stunned, and then the anger on his face became more intense.

"Chiyan!" Chu Zhi didn't even think about it, he took out the thunderbolt, "Sure enough, that kid Mu Yu is not a big deal, but you ran away!"

I'll go, isn't this cheese a pangolin? You can meet wherever you go!

Xie Zhiwei took a step back, ready to run in another direction. Where Chu Zhi was willing to give him a chance, he chased after smashing the thunder, and at the same time, a white light circled in front of Xie Zhiwei.

Xie Zhiwei waved his hand subconsciously, and then he could see clearly that the white light was Chu Zhiye's Po Fuchen. He swung it on the stag tail of the whisk, but the offensive of the handle did not diminish, and immediately hit him firmly in the face.

No, it's on the mask.

Then, the mask shattered.

Xie Zhiwei groaned in his heart, and it was too late to cover his face. He raised his head, there were already more people in front of him, and it was Chu Zhishi who opened his mouth so wide that his chin was about to drop.

Chu Zhi was forced to blink a few times, and finally stammered and asked, "You...you...how are you..."

The atmosphere was extremely embarrassing, and Xie Zhiwei felt that his old face could not hang.

Suddenly, a cool breeze came from behind, Xie Zhiwei's expression changed, he instinctively turned around and grabbed it.

The Qingping sword was firmly held in his hand, and the blue light flickered and weakened, like a bamboo tree that gradually calmed down in the wind and rain.

Xie Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, broken.

In front of him, Mu Qian, dressed in white, floated out of the bamboo forest, his eyes locked firmly on Xie Zhiwei, and the twilight shone on those shocked eyes, which seemed extraordinarily bright. In his eyes, there was still the blood red when he was angry just now, but the color of his lips quickly faded until it turned white.

He asked in a low voice, "Who are you...?"

Chapter 77

The scene...was embarrassing for a while.

Xie Zhiwei looked at Mu Qi's lost soul and thought to himself, I want to say that I am an innocent passerby, can you believe it?

Unexpectedly, the ninety-nine-eighty-one hardships have come, but at this time the chain is dropped, and it is so ugly.

Someone grabbed his arm, and then he heard Chu Zhi is roaring loudly in his ear: "How can you become like the second senior brother, what kind of blindness are you using... No, you are still holding the Qingping sword, this …”

Chu Zhi was stunned for a long time, then grabbed his sleeve suddenly, and stammered: "Second Senior Brother, is it really you!"

He chatted a lot, and Xie Zhiwei couldn't hear a word. He bit his head and looked at Mu Qian, and for a moment, countless excuses flashed through his mind.

——I am Chi Yan, who looks exactly the same as Xie Zhiwei. Are you surprised?

——Apprentice, being a teacher is actually a dual identity person, Xie Zhiwei during the day and Chi Yan at night, is it unexpected?

——Who am I, where am I, friend from afar, why is the bamboo on your head so green?

But these words were all based on the premise that he did not admit that he was Xie Zhiwei. Qingping sword was in hand, the coffin was empty, and the two tomb thieves didn't know where they went and whether they leaked him out. These are all fires that can't be wrapped in paper, and they will be caught one day.

Sooner or later, he will still have to face this identity. And the longer it drags on, the more hypocritical the image will appear, and the less compelling it will be.

Xie Zhiwei let out a long sigh, pulled out his sleeves from Chu Zhishi's hand, and tore off the tattered cloak on his body, revealing the rich and gorgeous brocade clothes underneath.

This image, after all, is not so lost.

only……

Mu Qian, who was already in a petrified state, suddenly whispered, "So that's how it is..."

Xie Zhiwei asked, "But something familiar?"

"What's familiar?" Chu Zhi was looking at Xie Zhiwei's clothes up and down, suddenly with a strange expression, stepped forward and grabbed him more forcefully: "Second Senior Brother, is the masked man you saw in Zen before? I don't know.Why did you come back to life, but why did you change your face and refuse to recognize each other, how could Chi Yan's clothes be on you?"