Reverend Insanity: Section 143: Answers

Finally, Founder came over.

"Master Qingshu!" With a cheerful expression, he ran ignorantly to the ancient Yueqingshu. But then came back with a loose needle.

"Leader, it's our founder !!!" He shouted in suspicion, realizing for the first time that something was wrong.

But where would Gu Yueqing promise him.

"Brother, what happened to Master Qingshu?" Fang Zheng was confused and shocked and had to ask Fang Yuan for help.

But Fang Yuan ignored him at all, but squatted down, stretched out his right hand and held it into claws, facing Bai Ningbing.

Force it!

He secretly urged the maggot, and soon felt like he had caught something.

He dragged back quickly, and a maggot emerged from Bai Ningbing's body.

It turned out to be a red iron relic!

This was once given to Bai Ningbing by the head of the Bai family, but Bai Ningbing did not use it, and quickly reached three repairs.

Fang Yuan is cheap now.

Seeing the red iron relics flying from Bai Ningbing's body, they flew away, and then fell into Fang Yuan's hands. A group of puppet masters from the Bai family suddenly became red-eyed and screamed.

"Asshole, don't want to die, just stop!"

"How dare to **** our maggots in front of me !!"

"Still a red iron relic ..."

Fang Yuan sneered. As soon as the red iron relic was in his hands, he used the spring and autumn cicadas to instantly refine. But it is not an empty trick, but it is in the arms, giving the illusion that there is no refining on the spot.

He caught it again, this time flying a gray beetle.

"Shiqiao 蛊 ..." Fang Yuan recognized the origin of the maggot. His eyes flashed, and he refined it again, earning it in his arms.

"Abominable, another tapeworm!"

"Stop him, stop him, he is so reckless, he just didn't put our Baijia in his eyes."

"Save Bai Ningbing. Kill these guys!"

The puppet masters of the Bai family roared and ran over from the other side of the mountain road.

Bai Ningbing is strongly cultivated by the family. At this time Fang Yuan was snatched in public, so that everyone was bleeding.

It's worse than killing them.

Looking at these menacing menace, Founder stepped back in shock. Fang Yuan remained indifferent.

At this moment, he and Fang Zheng are standing on the east side of the mountain road, while the Baijia teachers are at the western end, with Gu Yueqing Shu and Bai Ningbing blocked between the two sides.

Oh!

Pine needles are raining down.

"Abominable ..." The teachers of Bai Jiayu scolded again and again, but were temporarily blocked by the ancient Yueqing book.

"The ancient Yueqing book is not far from death. The remaining time is only enough for me to urge me again. This time, what will it be?" Fang Yuan calmed down and urged him.

Each time you push, you consume a lot of real dollars. The more powerful the target of the tapeworm is. The harder the process, the more the real yuan is consumed. If the forcible fails, the division will be attacked by power.

For this reason, it ’s not easy to use it forcibly.

But at this moment, Bai Ningbing is dying. Consciousness is also confused, approaching the state of exhaustion. It was not difficult to force his maggots.

Of the maggots on Bai Ningbing, the most valuable is undoubtedly the frost monster. This puppet can be comparable to the wooden charm, which can make people into frost monsters. However, if it is used for a long time, the fire of the Master's life will be extinguished. Turned into an ice man sculpture.

Bai Ningbing also knows its disadvantages. Like Gu Yueqing Shu, he has never used Frost Enchantment thoroughly.

Apart from the Frost Wren, the second highest value is the Blue Bird Ice Coffin Wren and the Three-Wheeled Ascaris. Today, he lives in Bai Ningbing's throat.

If you can catch the blue bird ice coffin, this is the best situation. However, forcing a tadpole is only a second turn. After all, if you want to follow the teacher's wishes, it is still powerless.

Finally, Fang Yuan grabbed Bai Ningbing's water hood.

This is also good. The water hood 蛊 and Bai Yu 蛊 will provide Fang Yuan with better defense power.

The tree spirit of Gu Yueqing's incarnation was eventually overthrown by the Baijia teachers.

They split the wooden cage and lost their right arm. Bai Ningbing, who had passed out of his body, was rescued.

When Fang Yuan and Fang Zheng were about to be killed, the reinforcements of the Guyue clan also rushed over.

After a confrontation between the two sides for a while, they both stopped tacitly.

Qing Shu died, Bai Ningbing was seriously injured, and under the wolf tide, such a sacrifice is enough to shock people. If a large-scale fire occurs, for the family, the pressure for survival will be too great.

No matter in which world, most people fight for their own benefit.

However, the greatest interest in the world is undoubtedly "survival".

Finally, the corpses and tapeworms of the ancient Yueqing book were brought back by the ancient masters of the ancient moon tribe.

The two sides are alert to each other and leave this battlefield.

...

It's raining and gloomy.

A group of people are standing on a hillside behind a cottage. This is the cemetery.

Almost every now and then, there are always new graves added.

In this world, human beings are struggling to survive, no matter how external or internal causes, how many sacrifices will always be made.

The old voice, hoarse and low, echoes in everyone's ears, adding to the depression in people's hearts.

"... We have the same name, we are from the same family, and we have the same bloodstream."

"We are close at hand, but we have been separated forever."

"I am filled with grief at this moment."

"Wait for me."

"Someday in the future, I will lie beside you."

"Let us be turned into dust and dirt, and hold up the blood offspring ..."

In front of a new grave, this group of people hung their heads, many sobbed in whispers, and some looked sadly at the names on the tombstone.

The cruelty of life and death is like a hand of bones, tearing a **** wound in everyone's heart.

It's just that some people have already been numbly injured, and some people are still young.

Gu Yuefang found himself among the crowd, staring down at the four words "Ancient Yueqing Book" on the tombstone with low eyes.

Dead?

In his eyes, there is endless confusion.

Yesterday's fight. He remembered the whole process and situation deeply.

His experience is limited. He does not understand the tragic and sacrifices of the ancient Yueqing books.

When reality is before him, he can't accept it for a while.

"Dead? That gentle smile, always mention me, take care of me, and cherish my adult Qingshu ... is it really dead?"

"Why is this happening?"

"Why in this world. It ’s always easy for good people to die, but bad people endure?"

"Is this a dream, am I dreaming now?"

Fang Zheng subconsciously squeezed his fists. The true sense of touch made him even more sad.

Speaking in the ear, the sound of the surrounding teachers.

"Well, I can't think of it this time. Even adults of Qingshu have sacrificed."

"People always die. It's just a pity. I heard that Bai Ningbing has a breath and he is finally saved."

"May he sleep underground and bless us to survive this wolf tide ..."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and eventually only the Founder remained.

The lonely figure of a teenager faces the tombstone and grave of Manshan alone.

"Master Qingshu!" He suddenly fell to his knees, tears falling down.

He is confused, he repents, he is helpless, he is sad!

Slap. Poppy, poppy.

The big raindrops of beans dropped from the overcast cloud, hit the ground, and drooped the green grass and branches.

The breath of dirt recoiled into Fang Zheng's nasal cavity, and he wept bitterly. Cries and rain mixed together. Ten fingers are embedded in the mud, trying to capture the life of Qing Shu. But he finally caught only two lumps of dirt.

It's raining, Bai Ningbing is lying on the soft bed, watching the rain indifferently.

The broken part of his right arm has been treated, and he is wearing a white bandage. His eyes also returned to the dark, but the repair was three turns. There was no repression to the second turn.

When he woke up from his drowsiness, he suddenly felt faint and uninterested.

He has been lying quietly with his eyes open for more than ten hours. The silver real yuan, which is allowed to turn three times, is nurturing emptiness. He didn't bother to care.

The gutter moved the deepest memories in his heart.

It was in this summer rain that he was officially adopted by the Bai family head. The patriarch's kindness rested on the glance of hope and fell on him. The sounds of congratulations from the surrounding families came like tide.

Little, standing barefoot on the cold floor, staring at the rain outside the window, he felt only confused and lonely.

"Why is man alive for what?" This question that had plagued him for more than two decades, and most likely will continue to plague him, until the problem of his self-destruction has surfaced again.

"For family, family ..." Bai Ningbing inevitably thought of Gu Yueqing.

He has seen this sacrifice many times, many times. Some are from the Bai family, some are from the Bear family and the ancient Yue family.

He can't understand such fanaticism. He seems to be a born indifferent man.

Gu Yueqing's book could not give him the answer, so Bai Ningbing's heart appeared the shadow of Fang Yuan.

When he first met Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan was leaning on the tree behind him, eating the wild fruit he just picked, and watching the battle at the foot of the mountain indifferently.

He shivered with excitement, shaking with excitement. Because he saw himself in Fang Yuan's dark eyes.

But in retrospect, Fang Yuan's eyes seem to have something more than him.

That thing is the answer to this question.

The rain is getting heavier, the thunder is roaring, and the frenzy is flashing.

"Why do people live for what?" Gu Yuefangzheng also asked this question in the dim study.

The patriarch Gu Yuebo sighed, he looked at the dejected teenager in pity. Then he turned his eyes to the rain outside the window.

Founder's confusion is understandable. Inevitable death often forces people to think about the value of life.

"You know what? More than ten years ago, there was a teenager who asked me the same question as you." For a long time, Gu Yuebo said slowly.

"That person is your team leader, my son, Gu Yueqing."

Fang Zheng froze slightly and raised his head. A pair of red and swollen eyes revealed a thirst for answers. (To be continued)

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