"Well."

Ning Feixuan nodded slightly, but couldn't help but think of the descendant of the Heavenly Master.

"I don't know how Ziyang is now? According to daoxuan Zhenren, Ziyang has been taken back to Longhu Mountain by him. I hope he can change his mind and return to the right path... "

Recalling the scene a few days ago, Ning Feixuan felt a burst of sadness.

The thin monkey died miserably, and Chen Ziyang was possessed by his comrades in arms for several years, but now he is separated by heaven and man forever.

Although she and Chen Ziyang were childhood sweethearts, she always regarded him as her elder brother. Some of them just admired and respected him, and never had any love between men and women.

Ning Feixuan didn't expect that the once upright descendant of Tianshi Taoism would fall into the devil's way for his own sake, and practice the evil skill of swallowing Dharma and seizing yuan Jue.

"Alas..."

Silent a sigh, Ning Feixuan carrying Gao Junwu, toward the tomb of the thin monkey slowly drove.

……

Zhongzhou Province, the junction of Yanjing city and Dongye city.

The endless mountains rise and fall, like a dragon's ridge, lying in the sky and standing in the sky.

In the middle of the mountains, the majestic mountain, like the stars and the moon, is the famous Dragon and Tiger Mountain in China!

On the top of Longhu Mountain, in the misty and antique Taoist temple, a Taoist immortal in grey Taoist robe is carrying ointment and evenly smearing it on his wrists and ankles.

"Hiss..."

With the domineering force of the ointment penetrating into the body, Chen Ziyang, lying on the bed, could not help but take a breath of cool air.

"Ziyang, this is Xujin Peiyuan ointment specially prepared by my teacher. It has a great effect on the injury of muscles and bones. You should bear with it and it will not hurt soon."

While daubing the ointment for his beloved disciple, daoxuan comforted him softly. His eyes were filled with unbearable color.

Chen Ziyang's tendons were broken by him!

For Chen daoxuan, what else in the world can be more painful than his own abandonment of his beloved disciples?

"Master, this pain, Ziyang can bear, master don't have to worry about it."

Because of too much pain, Chen Ziyang nose, forehead, already Qin full of cold sweat, but dead gritted his teeth, forced to smile.

At first hearing that AI Tu opened his mouth, the head of the Chinese Taoist school, the ointment squatting on his palm almost fell on the ground, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Ziyang, you You don't blame me for being a teacher! "

Since Chen Ziyang was abandoned by Taoist immortal himself and escaped a robbery with the help of death talisman, he was found by immortal daoxuan and brought back to Longhu Mountain.

First, Meng ran cut off an arm, and then his master picked his hand and foot tendons, and then stabbed the Qi mansion with a sword. Chen Ziyang, whose skill on that day was comparable to the martial arts myth, is now a waste man, which makes people feel sad.

Even Chen Ziyang, who escaped a robbery with the help of the talisman and could become a waste man, is already in despair. Several days later, he has not entered the water.

No matter how painstakingly he tried to persuade him, Chen Ziyang seemed to be walking dead with empty eyes.

However, Taoist immortal did not expect that he was a prodigal son today!

"Master, Ziyang was trapped in love before. When he thought about being possessed by the devil, he was humiliated and humiliated. Ziyang was ashamed of his master." Chen Ziyang deeply repented.

"I don't blame you! Ziyang, I don't blame you! It's the pitiful way to win yuan, which affects your mind. I never blame you. It's the teacher's fault. It's the teacher's fault. "

Immortal daoxuan wept with tears.

"Master, Ziyang knows that he is wrong. Ziyang is willing to stay with him to make up for his mistakes."

Chen Ziyang was full of emotion and voice. He confessed sincerely and could not see any forgery.

Is this tianshidao disciple really willing to put down his hatred for Meng ran and turn back the prodigal son?