Gu Qingxi quickly crossed the last mountain gate and walked towards the palace.
"Disciple greets Master!" Just as Gu Qingxi entered the palace, the old man bowed down and two lines of hot tears finally burst out.
"Hanyu!" Gu Qingxi blurted out, and her eyes were also shining.
She remembered, she finally remembered that the old man in front of her was her eldest disciple: Ling Hanyu.
Master! Although the door closed automatically as soon as Gu Qingxi entered the palace, the people kneeling outside the door still heard the excited shout of the master (grandmaster). Everyone looked horrified and suddenly realized.
No wonder she could pass the ninth-level trial with the cultivation of the spirit transformation realm. No wonder the guardian spirit beast, which was always ferocious and would slap even the great elder away, became so well-behaved and happy when seeing her.
It turned out that she was the master's (grandmaster's) master. They finally found the reason.
Unexpectedly, everyone looked at the elder at the same time, their eyes full of pity.
The elder also heard the master's shout, and was so scared that he collapsed to the ground like a ball of mud. Why did he
plot against the master's master, the master's master, when he could plot against anyone else, and the means were so despicable and so bad.
He didn't dare to imagine what kind of severe punishment would be waiting for him.
He only knew that he was finished, completely finished.
Looking at the closed palace door, the elder's heart was full of regret.
At this time, Gu Qingxi certainly didn't have the time to care about what the elder was thinking. She helped Ling Hanyu up and looked at the tears of joy on his face. Her mind seemed to have returned to ten thousand years ago.
The clear stream flowed along the winding river, and the banks were covered with lush grass and green trees. An ancient village was hidden in the shade of the trees.
At dusk, smoke from cooking in the village curled up. A group of children rolled up their trouser legs and went barefoot, happily playing water fights in the stream, adding a bit of fun to the peaceful village.
"Ah..." Not far away, there was a long roar of monsters. A group of giant wolves with agile bodies, covered in blue and gray, as if carved from rocks, swooped down from the hillside and attacked the village.
Rock wolves are a kind of monster unique to ancient times, and now have long been extinct. Although their attack power is not too strong, they are also among the fourth-level monsters with strong defense.
"Rock... Rock wolves, let's run, run, run." A chubby little boy was so scared that he trembled, stammering and shouting to run, but his feet seemed to be rooted, standing in the stream motionless.
"Daddy, daddy, help me."
"Mom, I want mom, I want mom." The other children were so scared that their legs went weak and they fell into the stream and cried loudly.
"Get up! If you don't want to die, get up now." Another little boy shouted anxiously, dragging two friends to the shore with one in each hand.
He was a little older than the other children, but not much older, only seven or eight years old at most. However, he was calm and composed at this time, which was not like a child at all.
Although he was a little taller, he was not strong. Compared with other children, he was even thinner. At this time, dragging two friends of the same age with one in each hand, it seemed very strenuous.
However, he did not hesitate at all, and had no intention of abandoning his friends and escaping alone.
"Run, run!" He shouted again as he dragged his two friends to the shore.
Under his leadership, the other children also mustered up a little courage, rushed to the shore, and immediately ran towards the village after hearing his words.
However, after stumbling a few steps, they turned their heads and looked at the boy in confusion: "Brother Hanyu, why don't you run?"
Ling Hanyu didn't look back: "You run first, I'll stop them."
While speaking, he picked up a wooden stick from the ground, faced the direction where the rock wolf was rushing, and raised the wooden stick high above his head with both hands.
From the posture, it can be seen that he has never learned sword skills and has no foundation for cultivation.
If the cultivators saw this scene, many people might not be able to help laughing.
Although the rock wolf is only a fourth-level monster, its strength is comparable to that of a Jindan cultivator. It is possible that it has reached the Nascent Soul stage. How can he, a mortal who has never practiced, deal with it.
What's more, this is not just one rock wolf, but a group of them, and he is only a child of seven or eight years old?
But Gu Qingxi didn't laugh when she saw this scene. The little boy stayed and tried to stop the rock wolf, which means that he knew very well that his companions ran too slowly and it was impossible for them to escape back to the village before the wolf pack arrived.
Then he naturally knew that with his little strength, he could not stop the wolf pack at all. At most, he could only delay for a moment and help his companions to gain a glimmer of life.
In fact, from his slightly trembling lips and pale face, one can also see his inner fear, but what surprised Gu Qingxi was that he made this decision without hesitation, and he did not hesitate at all at this time.
Although he was only a seven or eight-year-old child, his courageous and resolute character was stronger than many monks who had practiced for hundreds or thousands of years.
"Brother Hanyu..." The children hesitated, probably not wanting to leave him and escape.
"Run!" The boy turned his head and roared at them.
He obviously had a very high prestige among the children. Several companions were frightened and dared not say anything more. They ran towards the village.
As they ran, they shouted, "Brother Hanyu, stop them first. We will go back and call daddy to help you."
Perhaps in their minds, this brother Hanyu is the most powerful one among them. Even if he can't beat the wolves, he can at least resist for a while.
But the boy himself showed a bitter smile that was inconsistent with his age.
It seems that just like what Gu Qingxi thought, he knew very well that with his little strength, he couldn't stop the rock wolves at all. At most, he could help his companions delay for a while when they were being eaten by the rock wolves.
But looking at the wolves getting closer and closer, there was still no hesitation or regret in his eyes, only the firmness and determination to die without regrets.
The thin arms held the wooden stick high, and they were trembling a little at first, but now they were completely calm.
"Are you really not afraid?" Gu Qingxi finally couldn't help it, and floated down from mid-air and asked.
"Afraid, but what's the use of being afraid? Either we die together, or I die, and they still have hope of survival." Ling Hanyu was surprised to find that there was another person beside him,
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