Chapter 59 59 “So your former master is really…”…
While Su Xiaoyuan was still thinking about how to protect her puppet, Fu Tingyun had already gently separated her fingers, taken the sword from her hand and weighed it.
Xiahou chose the sword based solely on its appearance, and this sword looked like a toy.
But it is enough to kill these villains in front of me.
Su Xiaoyuan was a little surprised when she saw him holding a sword: "Do you know swordsmanship, Fu Tingyun?"
It was unknown what material this dragon-patterned sword was made of. It was so heavy that she couldn't even lift it with one hand, but it felt light in his hand, as if it were made of paper.
This effortless and relaxed look gave Su Xiaoyuan some confidence.
Fu Tingyun lowered his head and rubbed her cheek: "Try it."
The little flame of hope that Su Xiaoyuan had just ignited went out with a "hiss".
Because it is artificial intelligence, it is fearless?
Several evil cultivators laughed.
"Fuck! I thought it was so powerful looking at that posture! Turns out it's just a dual cultivation puppet!"
"The Hehuan Sect knows how to have fun."
"The goods can't be moved, but at least we can let the brothers have a taste of the puppets, right?"
"Forget about a dual cultivation puppet. Even if it's a combat puppet, it's only at the Nascent Soul stage at best. What's there to be afraid of?"
Only the evil cultivator in the lead had a sullen face, his knotted muscles tensed, and he neither smiled nor spoke.
Fu Tingyun seemed oblivious to the chaotic banter of those evil cultivators. Instead, he looked at the leader and raised his chin, "Why aren't you laughing?"
The chief pursed his lips and said nothing. When he opened his mouth, his enemies and companions would notice that his teeth were chattering.
He has the highest cultivation level among this group of people, and is in the early stage of the Mahayana stage. If he were to be in the righteous path, he could be the leader or elder of a second-rate sect.
What those minions said was right. Even the combat puppets were mostly at the Nascent Soul stage, and even those at the Spiritualization stage were no match for this group of people.
But he felt terrified, and the unreasonable but overwhelming fear made cold sweat pour down his back.
The fact that he was still alive today was not only due to his ruthless tactics, but also thanks to his beast-like intuition, which helped him escape death several times.
Now his intuition told him that the puppet in front of him was more dangerous than all the people and monsters he had ever met.
The puppet couldn't wait for his answer and tilted his head. His movements were a little stiff, and his face looked unspeakably strange. "You can stay alive."
The evil cultivators were stunned for a moment, then burst into even louder laughter.
But the laughter had also changed, with a deliberate madness, as if it were a form of self-consolation. Even the lowly and dull beasts could smell it.
Like him, they reeked of the peculiar stench of fear.
They laughed, uttered harsh words, and waved their swords, but no one dared to step forward.
Su Xiaoyuan was confused and didn't understand what was going on. She was trying her best to summon the system in her mind as if it was a last resort.
Of course, the useless system still didn't respond.
Fu Tingyun took off the scarlet headband behind her head, and her long hair like crow feathers scattered in the wind, shining with a blue-green luster.
With his red clothes, black hair, dark pupils, and lifeless pale face, he looked like a ghost.
Even at this critical moment, Su Xiaoyuan, a competent face lover, was still in a trance for a moment: "Fu Tingyun..."
"Close your eyes."
Su Xiaoyuan didn't understand what was going on, but the unquestionable tone made her do as she was told unconsciously.
The puppet kissed her eyelids, then put the blade between his lips, freed his hands, covered her eyes with the hairband, and tied it in a knot behind her head.
He raised his sword, lowered his head, and took a deep sniff at the crook of her neck: "I'm going."
The tone was casual, just like what a working husband would say to his wife before going out.
Su Xiaoyuan felt desperate about her inappropriate associations.
Then she felt as if the wind had picked up, and his cool hair brushed against her cheek.
Then came the sound of a sharp blade cutting through flesh, a strange whistle, and screams one after another.
She was so scared that she clutched the hairband in front of her eyes, afraid that the scream she heard might be a familiar voice.
After a moment, she couldn't help but pull off her hairband.
The scene before me seemed like a bizarre nightmare.
There were more than a dozen corpses lying on the deck, all of them had their throats cut by a sword, but their tongues had been cut off before they died. More than a dozen tongues were scattered on the ground, some of which were still twitching.
Apart from her and Senior Brother Xiahou, only the leader was still alive, but his arms and legs had been cut off, and the severed limbs were charred black, so no blood could flow. He could only wriggle on the deck in pain.
She took one look and couldn't help but dry heave.
He subconsciously closed his eyes, then mustered up the courage to open them, looking around for the red figure.
She found him where the water met the sky.
He was surrounded by at least a hundred evil cultivators in black, and she could only see a red hem of his clothes.
Su Xiaoyuan leaned against the side of the boat, tightly clutching the hairband in her hand, not daring to breathe.
Then the evil cultivators suddenly scattered like a flock of crows.
Red flames rose from the crows, and golden light danced on the frost blade. Wherever it passed, blood flowers bloomed like red lotuses and red silk fluttered, and then turned into a blood rain, falling into the water along with the wreckage.
This was a one-sided massacre.
The puppet was like a ruthless and efficient killing machine, slitting each throat precisely without wasting any effort.
The bloody scene made Su Xiaoyuan feel nauseous and dizzy, but she was also attracted by the strange beauty.
His figure was graceful and light, like flowing wind and snow, and his sword moves were crisp and clear, with no unnecessary movements.
The number of "black crows" has decreased dramatically.
The remaining few fled in all directions on clouds and controlling magic weapons as if they were desperate.
The red-clothed puppet chased after them slowly and killed them one by one like a ghost.
The turbulent and broken waves gradually returned to calm, and all traces of the killing disappeared.
There was only a hint of red between the water and the sky, like the reflection of the setting sun.
Su Xiaoyuan stared blankly at the puppet walking towards her on the water waves. She still felt as if she was dreaming. She swallowed her saliva and said, "Fu Tingyun, you...what are you doing..."
The puppet's killing angle was very clever, with almost no blood on his body, but there was still a faint smell of blood.
He tiptoed, leaped into the air, and nimbly crossed the railing.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, and Su Xiaoyuan unconsciously took two steps back.
The puppet raised his eyelids, his eyes sharp as a knife: "Are you afraid of me?"
To say I wasn't afraid at all would be a lie.
It is impossible for anyone to remain indifferent if they find that their home vacuum cleaner robot has turned into a human meat grinder.
But he killed people to save her, and most of the time he killed them with one sword. It didn't seem that he was particularly keen on killing.
Su Xiaoyuan looked down at the human stick and the dozen tongues still wriggling in pain on the deck, then turned away.
Don't worry about the details.
"Don't be afraid." She shook her head.
fraud.
Fu Tingyun snorted in his heart.
He noticed it the moment she took off her hairband.
I didn't want to kill anyone in front of her, but since she wanted to watch, I let her watch enough.
Sooner or later she would know who he was.
"Then why are you staying away from me?" The puppet tilted his head slightly, his inorganic black eyes seemed confused.
Su Xiaoyuan faced the challenge and said, "I didn't. You killed the bad guy, and you did it to save me."
"Xiao Yuan is saying that I did the right thing?" asked the puppet.
Su Xiaoyuan nodded.
"Is there a reward for doing the right thing?"
Su Xiaoyuan was dumbfounded. How could he ask for a reward after killing someone?
"What...what reward..." She pulled the kitten's backpack over. "It's just fruit. Do you want some?"
Fu Tingyun stared at her lips opening and closing, and could hardly hear what she was saying.
For the first time, he felt excited after a killing spree, and his blood was pounding in his ears.
If Xiahou Che and the evil cultivator with the human stick were not still there, he would have asked her to fulfill the reward without hesitation.
But for now I can only endure it.
He swallowed several times and said, "I'll owe you that for now."
"By the way, how did you learn swordsmanship?" Su Xiaoyuan asked.
Even she could see that the swordsmanship was of high level and superior quality, completely different from Senior Brother Xiahou's fancy style.
Her puppets are definitely not normal puppets, and are a million miles away from normal.
"I learned it from my previous master." Fu Tingyun threw the sword, still stained with blood, to Xiahou Che.
Xiahou Che subconsciously dodged, and the sword fell to the deck with a clang.
"Your former master..." Su Xiaoyuan murmured.
The conversation they had when he first bought the puppet suddenly flashed through his mind.
"Fu Tingyun, who was your previous master?"
"Fu Tingyun."
Su Xiaoyuan gasped and opened her eyes wide: "So your previous master was really..."
She remembered that Senior Brother Xiahou was still beside her, and swallowed the title back.
Fu Tingyun knew that she had finally figured it out: "Yes."
Su Xiaoyuan was speechless, and it took her a while to digest this shocking fact: "Then...then why were you in that place..."
Even she could imagine that with Ling Yuexianzun's status and wealth, it was unlikely that he would sell his used puppets second-hand.
"It was going to be destroyed, but something went wrong." The puppet said lightly.
Su Xiaoyuan felt a pang of bitterness in her heart. Her heartache for her family outweighed her fear of killing and death.
"You are so good, why do you want to destroy it?"
"Because it's too weak, it's useless."
Su Xiaoyuan almost fainted.
This is called being weak. Does that mean ordinary people like her are not worthy of being born?
She was speechless when it came to Immortal Master Ling Yue.
Then she became worried: "If he knew that you were not destroyed and became someone else's puppet, would he take you back?"
"No," said the puppet, "You have already bought me, so I am yours."
Su Xiaoyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but still decided to be careful not to let Immortal Ling Yue find out.
She looked at the other flower boats scattered on the water: "Are all the senior brothers and sisters okay?"
"It's okay." said the puppet.
"By the way," Su Xiaoyuan took out the communication mirror, "I need to tell Elder Bai about what's going on here."
Elder Bai and Xiao Wuxin set up a magic circle to guide the evacuation of the people, and then flew to the place where the flower boat was attacked in a light boat.
As expected, the young immortal Mu Qing also forced his way onto the boat.
The three of them happened to watch the end of the killing from the air.
Elder Bai couldn't close his mouth for a long time, and finally sighed: "Ling Yuexianzun's swordsmanship has indeed reached perfection."
Xiao Wuxin leaned on the railing, holding his chin and looking at the lake, and burst out laughing when he heard the words.
Elder Bai looked at his Taoist partner in confusion.
Xiao Wuxin sighed with regret, "Our master is an expert in the way of the sword, but of the six disciples under him, only my junior brother is practicing the way of the sword. Do you know why?"
Elder Bai didn't know why she suddenly brought this up, but he was willing to support whatever his Taoist companion said: "Why?"
"I won't mention my lack of knowledge. My eldest sister and second brother originally practiced the way of the sword, but within three years of my junior brother joining, they both switched to practicing other methods."
Elder Bai: "Why is that?"
Xiao Wuxin: "Because they saw Junior Brother's sword once, they knew that no matter how hard they practiced, they were destined to have difficulty achieving great success on this path."
After a pause, he said, "In other words, my Dao heart is broken."
She pointed at the red-robed figure and said, "The sword technique you used just now is not enough to break my elder sister's heart."
Elder Bai was so shocked that he was almost numb: "Could it be that what he just said was not the true strength of the Immortal Venerable?"
Mu Qingxianjun finally found an opportunity to interrupt: "How ignorant! You have lived for hundreds of years in vain."
Elder Bai ignored him and just moved closer to his Taoist partner.
Xiao Wuxin continued, "How long did it take him to kill those people just now?"
Elder Bai estimated: "Half an hour? Killing hundreds of evil cultivators in such a short time, isn't that the limit?"
Xiao Wuxin couldn't help but laugh again, thinking his Taoist partner was very cute. He couldn't help but touch his silky hair. "Based on your usual style, you can kill this rabble with a single blow of sword energy. There's no need to go to such lengths to slit their throats one by one. Even if your cultivation is suppressed by the puppet body, it will only take a few breaths."
Elder Bai, as an elder of the Yunyu Sect, immediately understood: "So that's how it is."
Mu Qing didn't understand: "Why would the Immortal Venerable go to so much trouble?"
Xiao Wuxin thought the little immortal on the other side was also very cute, and couldn't help but pinch his smooth face, which still had a bit of baby fat. "Firstly, I don't want my sweetheart to get suspicious. Secondly, of course, I want to show off to her. Killing a few people is so flashy, it's almost like dancing for people to see. Even a peacock can't spread his tail..."
As he was speaking, suddenly a black shadow broke out of the water and flew towards the red puppet on the flower boat like an arrow.
Elder Bai could clearly see that it was an evil cultivator in black clothes holding a sharp blade.
"Wuxin, there are still some fish that have slipped through the net!" Elder Bai exclaimed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the evil cultivator succeeded in his attack and stabbed the puppet man in the back with a knife. A trembling scream of a young girl was heard from the flower boat.
Xiao Wuxin shook his head and fanned his face with his hand. "Tsk, this kid learns fast. He must have been so focused on killing that he scared the girl away from him, so he had to resort to the self-torture tactic. Are you Yunyu Sect still accepting people?"
Being a swordsman is such a waste of talent.
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