Chapter 150 Shen Yuchen is generous
Some disciples felt something was wrong.
Standing in front of Si Yan.
He said anxiously: "Uncle Master, there must be some misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Si Yan said as if he had heard a huge joke: "Have you all forgotten that you still have more than a dozen senior brothers and sisters lying in bed, their lives unknown?"
"Why don't you think about why they are all missing, but only Si Xue is still fine?"
"Is Si Xue really more powerful than those senior brothers and sisters?"
"No!"
"Si Xue is just relying on her master's bloodline."
"Think about it carefully. Are all the better tasks given to Si Xue? Are all the resources of Linghe Sect focused on Si Xue?"
"Do you have more missions, or does Si Xue have more missions? Do you get more, or does Si Xue get more?"
"Have you ever been to the place with the most spiritual energy in the sect? Answer me."
After Si Yan's several words.
Let some disciples stay away from Si Xue.
Si Xue's mouth was filled with the taste of blood. With her vision blurred, she watched Si Yan walking towards her.
The broken talisman sword in her hand was taken away by Si Yan.
Without the support of the talisman sword, she fell to the ground in a very embarrassing state.
Si Yan held the talisman sword and walked towards Si Hui step by step.
Some disciples wanted to stop them, but they saw the evil spirit hiding behind Si Hui.
As if knowing that Si Hui would be in danger, he fought with Si Yan several times, and then was annihilated by Si Yan.
This confirmed that there was a relationship between Si Hui and the evil spirit.
But Si Hui still didn't say anything.
Si Yan walked step by step to Si Hui's side. He looked at Si Hui with complicated eyes: "Master, let me give you a good ride."
He raised the talisman sword.
Si Xue closed her eyes and kept calling Master Xuan Yue in her mind.
I want the grand prize number 2 to save my life.
Just as the talisman sword was about to pierce Si Hui's chest, Si Yan recalled the past. All the resentment, envy, jealousy, and resentment seemed to be passing like smoke.
The expected scene of blood gushing out did not occur.
The talisman sword in his hand was grasped, and a sigh came to his ear.
"Si Mian, stop it."
Si Yan threw away the talisman sword, stepped back, and looked at the ghost floating in the air with his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
He's been dead for so long, and died so tragically, but why does he still look so dignified? He makes himself look like a clown in the gutter.
There were whispers in the dojo.
"What's going on? How come there are two uncles?"
"Master Si Yan had a younger brother. At that time, I heard from my senior brother that Master Si Yan was expelled from Linghe Sect? And then he died?"
"What's going on?"
"I don't know. This happened when Senior Sister was a child. How would we know?"
"Big Sister, are you okay?"
"Oh my god, Senior Sister's mouth is bleeding? Senior Sister, please stop biting, you're almost biting off your tongue."
The disciples in the dojo were divided into two teams.
A team guarded the body of their junior brother and believed Si Yan's words without a doubt.
Team One still felt that there must be some misunderstanding.
Si Yan threw out his whisk and shouted angrily, "How dare you pretend to be a ghost and come before me? Die!"
The next second, Si Yan was killed.
The ghost fist weighing a thousand pounds hit Si Yan's head directly.
Si Yan fainted immediately.
The disciples of Linghe Sect looked at each other, not knowing what to do next.
Until there was a wave in the air.
A bald young man holding a jade ring appeared out of thin air in the dojo.
The first thing he saw was his teacher's wife sitting beside him, yawning and stuffing something in her mouth.
The second thing he saw was Si Xue, who was half-lying on the ground, looking extremely embarrassed.
When the disciples of Linghe Sect saw him, it was like seeing their backbone.
"Brother Yuchen."
"Brother Yuchen."
"Woo woo woo, it's great that you're here. I wonder if Master and Senior Sister are possessed by evil spirits."
Shen Yuchen rolled his eyes, waved his hands, and waved away the disciples who surrounded him.
Shen Yuchen cursed, "What the hell? They were clearly drugged. Collect all those cups and send them for testing. I usually tell you to read more books. I've already told you that ghosts are not as scary as people."
He squatted down, picked up the powerless Si Xue, and said venomously: "You need to lose weight, genius."
Having said that, the action of picking him up didn't seem too difficult.
Shen Yuchen arranged all the disciples in just a few words.
When asked about his junior apprentice brother, Shen Yuchen said, "As long as the master is here... I won't die."
division?
Teacher what?
Senior sister?
Senior Sister?
Si Xue?
Only a group of disciples were left in the dojo, speculating about what would happen tonight.
Shen Yuchen carried Si Xue back into the house, but suddenly felt Si Xue's head tilted towards his chest, as if that place was wet.
Shen Yuchen looked at Si Xue in shock.
cry?
Crying?
He turned around and looked at Shen Wangshu.
Shen Wangshu yawned. A large yellow dog as tall as a man was carrying Si Yan on its back and holding Si Hui in its mouth. A ghost that looked somewhat similar to Si Yan was floating next to it.
After entering the house.
Si Hui was spit out in disgust and fell to the ground.
Si Yan, who had fainted, was not much better off. He was thrown to the ground and rolled several times, making his Taoist robe dirty.
Shen Wangshu summoned Xiaobai, then sat on Xiaobai and walked away with the ghost.
Only Shen Yuchen, who is able to move, is left here.
Shen Yuchen sighed and resigned himself to putting Si Xue down. "Are you still a kid? You're drooling on my clothes."
Si Xue looked at Shen Yuchen and tears fell from her eyes.
All right.
Don't take any of the steps given.
Shen Yuchen was somewhat at a loss.
He scratched his bald head, then reluctantly took out two talismans from the canvas bag he had always carried with him and placed them in Si Xue's hand.
Si Xue still felt very aggrieved, and couldn't control her tears, which fell down.
Shen Yuchen gritted his teeth and took out two more, saying with a pained look, "No more. Why are you so hard to please? This is the talisman drawn by Master Xuanyue. It's the one you want the most."
Si Xue was still crying.
Shen Yuchen finally took out a stack and said, "This is for the haunted house. I kept some for myself. Come, put away your tears and I'll give them to you."
Si Xue shook her head and wanted to open her mouth to speak, but when she opened it, Shen Yuchen saw that her mouth was full of blood.
He was so scared that he immediately called for help.
Shen Wangshu sat on Xiaobai, with the real Third Uncle Si Yan floating beside him.
His face was full of pits and pits, still retaining the state it was in before death.
He said, "When our master first brought us into the Linghe Sect, he hoped that he would not be so stubborn and learn to adapt, so he named him Simian."
"Master also said that he hopes I can become as hard-hearted as a rock."
"What happened in Wuming Village? Ah Xue's parents and I went there that year. My junior brother wasn't very good at learning, so we didn't let him go."
"He went there secretly, and no one knows where he learned the art of communicating with the underworld."
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