Song Ziqi saw Xuan He who suddenly ran over, without hesitation at all, and directly ate the poison.

The look in his eyes once again showed a trance color.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

Xuanhe did not answer her words: "I took it and give him the antidote."

Song Ziqi asked: "Do you love him?"

"Are you wrong?" Chen Yang cursed: "Do you think everyone is like you, looking at the world with desperate eyes all day long?"

"There is true love in the world, have you heard of it?"

"Who said that?"

"Mr. Lu Xun."

"Have he said this?"

"Don't you care if he said it."

Chen Yang walked up and stuffed Xuan He behind him: "We have taken the poison, should we release him?"

Song Ziqi was silent.

The atmosphere suddenly became depressed.

The young Taoist priests had a bad premonition in their hearts.

Chen Yang's left hand was hanging down, and the mountain-stained nail would ejaculate at any time.

He knew that his and Xuanhe's actions had already angered her.

This woman is a lunatic, her paranoid thoughts are deeply rooted, and the truth is not reasonable.

Her logic is self-righteous, and any idea that is not centered on her is wrong.

"Song Ziqi!"

A loud shout echoed from afar.

Song Ziqi trembled all over and looked at the sound with some timidity.

Dozens of people came there.

There are Taoist priests and monks.

They are generally in their fifties and sixties, or even older.

They have gray hair or long beards.

He was majestic and had a flash of anger on his face.

Chen Yang has seen these people.

They walked towards this side, while Song Ziqi kept retreating and trying to hide in the cave.

"Kneel down!"

The leading old Taoist priest scolded angrily, and Song Ziqi was stiff in place and did not dare to move.

The old Taoist priest stepped forward a few steps, and at some point he held a round stick in his hand, and smashed it hard on her legs.

"Bang!"

The sound of the collision between the stick and the leg bones hurts.

Song Ziqi bent his knees and knelt on the ground.

Chen Yang's arms collapsed straight, for fear that Song Ziqi would suddenly rise up.

The imagined danger did not appear.

Song Ziqi lowered his head and did not dare to look at the old Taoist priest.

"Look up!" The old Taoist priest continued to scold.

Others have also surrounded this place.

The two little Taoist priests hurriedly retreated.

Chen Yang stood by and watched.

There is no way, after all, I am still a Chinese.

The genes that watch the fun in their bones cannot be controlled.

Song Ziqi's head was very low and he was unwilling to look up.

The old Taoist priest kept hitting her body with a stick.

Each hit was extremely heavy.

If it were an ordinary person, he would probably be killed.

But Song Ziqi refused to make a fuss.

No one spoke to stop it.

Everyone looked at Song Ziqi with anger.

I wish I could let Song Ziqi die immediately.

"Bang!"

I don’t know how many sticks I smashed, but the stick broke.

The old Taoist priest shouted: "Look up!"

Song Ziqi raised his head with difficulty, but his eyes were erratic.

The old Taoist priest pointed at his face: "Do you still recognize me?"

"Second brother."

The old Taoist priest is the second disciple of the previous abbot of Jinhuaguan, and is also the current abbot of Jinhuaguan, with the Taoist name Guanlan.

"Song Ziqi, I thought you were impulsive back then, and I thought you were just deceived by that beast."

"You are the master's closed disciple. Master regards you as his biological daughter. Is this how you repay your master?"

"Second Brother..."

"listen to me!"

Guanlan said: "Master has been waiting for you to come back and wait for you to correct your mistakes. Even if you make a mistake, you are willing to correct your mistakes. If there are any difficulties and troubles, Master and us will not give up on you."

"But you gave up on yourself."

"Have you ever regretted it for so many years?"

"You don't."

"How much life have you carried on your back and how much blood has you covered in your hands? Are you counting it?"

"Every time, Jinghong Sword Book appears, there will always be someone who dies."

"Every time a person dies, the old master will blame himself a little more."

"Song Ziqi, Master is so angry that you are so angry!"

Watching the old Lan's eyes blurred and tears flashed.

When he thought of the words his master said before his death, he felt sad.

"The master is gone. In order to repay the debt, the senior brother left Jinhuaguan, went to Beim, went to the sea, and went to Kunlun... There has been no news for seventeen years now."

"Song Ziqi, because you are alone, you ruined your master and your senior brother for the rest of your life!"

"Did you know your mistake?"

Guanlan's voice weakened.

In the past few decades, I don’t know how many people have died under the Jinghong Sword Book.

Some people understand, some people are angry, and come to ask for an explanation.

They apologize humbly and compensate.

But no matter how compensation is made, the dead cannot be allowed to survive.

Song Ziqi covered her face and tears kept flowing down her face.

Chen Yang knew that there would be no more changes in the situation here.

So he turned around and walked away.

"Thank you for helping me."

The two young Taoist priests came over to thank him.

Chen Yang said: "All of them are classmates, there is no need to be like this."

The young Taoist priest asked, "I don't know what the Taoist mate is called?"
To be continued...