Chapter 412 The Idea of ​​the Wicked

Soon.

Si Wuya followed the female disciples of Yanyue Palace, left the back mountain, and walked towards the east pavilion.

On the way, Si Wuya glanced at the female practitioner and said, "Your Palace Master, where is it now?"

The female disciple hurriedly bowed and said, "Mr. Seven... Motian Pavilion, there is no palace master, and there is no Yanyue Palace."

After saying this, the female disciple continued:

"Mr. Liu has already been expelled from the master's door by the pavilion owner, and he has not heard from him so far. The most recent time, she killed Shangyuan Wushu and sent Baochanyi back. Since then, I have never heard of it again."

"No news?" Si Wuya stopped.

Thinking of the previous information, it was basically outside the Motian Pavilion.

He wanted to ask the specific situation of Motian Pavilion during this period, but he didn't know when, he had already arrived outside the East Pavilion.

The female disciple bowed and said, "My subordinates retire."

Si Wuya looked at the environment of the East Pavilion.

Times have changed, as if nothing has changed... The only thing that has changed seems to be myself.

He has grown up and is no longer the little boy he used to be.

Master, he is not the master of the past.

Si Wuya walked in.

Came to the outside of the master's room, bowed: "The disciple pays a visit to the master."

There was no sound from the house.

Snapped!

The door was blown open by the astral gas.

Si Wuya understood and walked in.

As soon as you enter the convenience, you can see the spacious and comfortable lobby facing the mountain view.

There is a coffee table in the middle with an incense burner placed on it, but it is not dyed with incense.

There are four more treasures of the study, a bookshelf, and a word, hanging on the wall——

"The bright moon is born in the sea, and the end of the world is at this time."

I don't know why.

When Si Wuya saw this poem, his heart thumped.

Si Wuya is so smart, he immediately knew the meaning of every word of this poem.

He was surprised, but he didn't dare to speak.

He swallowed and looked at the master who was sitting cross-legged and closed his eyes.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Master."

Lu Zhou slowly opened his eyes, his eyes fell on him, and he said, "You still have the face to call Master?"

"..."

Si Wuya was uneasy, and began to feel a little nervous in his heart.

After thinking about it, he knelt down. honestly.

Lu Zhou said indifferently: "Tell me...why did you leave Motian Pavilion?"

Si Wuya said seriously: "The disciple can only use his fists if he leaves the Motian Pavilion."

"Just because of your cleverness?" Lu Zhou asked rhetorically.

"..."

Si Wuya said, "My disciple thinks it can be done."

"You feel?"

"Now the Great Yan and Kyushu are in chaos... As long as you give me a little time, the Kyushu will fall. The royal family will be in chaos. Even if the gods have the ten best formations, it will be useless. When the Kyushu is surrounded, the gods are all alone and helpless. It only takes one year...just one more year!" Si Wuya said.

call!

Lu Zhou suddenly made a palm print!

Snapped!

The slap hit him in the face.

[Ding, Punish Si Wuya to get 200 merit points. 】

They are all uneducated scoundrels.

This slap, hitting him in the face, interrupted his words.

Lu Zhou snorted lightly and said, "I'm too big on myself."

"When the old man got acquainted with Emperor Yongshou, you were still in the womb! Do you really think that Yongqing only has the means of God?"

Si Wuya raised his head, met Lu Zhou's gaze, and said:

"With the senior brother here, the disciples all know about the weaknesses of the eight leaves... Whether it is the eight commanders or the forbidden army. They can't do without the capital."

Luzhou said:

"You know the royal family well?"

Si Wuya's voice softened, and he said:

"After the disciple left Motian Pavilion, he entered the palace and became a grand master by luck."

"Not only that, you also gained Yong Ning's favor and used her to obtain information in the palace." Lu Zhou struck mercilessly.

"Tu'er didn't use her!" Si Wuya instinctively denied it.

Lu Zhou didn't speak again.

Just look at him so quietly.

Did you not use it?

Have you used it, do you have no idea in your mind?

Sometimes people are like that.

The more you tell him, the more he will try to deny it. On the contrary, without arguing or arguing, it is more powerful.

Si Wuya fell silent.

After being silent for a while, Lu Zhou stroked his beard and said, "You already know about Yu Shangrong. This old man won't repeat it."

When Si Wuya heard the three words Yu Shangrong, his heart skipped a beat.

Luzhou continued:

"Where is the old man's memory crystal now?"

Sure enough this is the problem.

Si Wuya's eyes widened, and he shook his head quickly and said, "My disciple doesn't know."

"Could it be that Yu Shangrong is lying?"

"This……"

"You won't say it?" Lu Zhou stood up and looked down at Si Wuya with his hands behind his back.

This one stands up.

Lu Zhou's aura pressed him over, making Si Wuya feel short of breath.

"Master... Please trust my judgment. The crystal is sealed by your own hands. Your purpose is not to let others know it, and you don't even want to know it. If it is so easy to find the crystal, why did you bother to seal it in the first place?" Si Wuya said.

"The old man has changed his mind." Lu Zhou said.

"That's after the lack of crystals... After you get the crystals, if you regain your memory, you will definitely regret this choice. Besides... Besides..."

Si Wuya gritted his teeth and said, "You stay on the mountain when you are old, and take good care of you. My disciple promises to be filial to you—"

When talking about the three words of filial piety, Si Wuya leaned down, put his palms on the ground, and touched the back of his forehead.

"You're saying that the old man's judgment is wrong, and the old man is going to die anyway, so... let you all make trouble?" Lu Zhou said.

Si Wuya was stunned.

But soon, he said a sentence: "You have to interpret what Tu'er means, and Tu'er can only recognize it!"

"presumptuous!"

Lu Zhou waved his sleeves!

A gang print was printed on his body.

Si Wuya flew out.

boom!

The door was knocked open.

Si Wuya landed in front of the East Pavilion...

Lu Zhou waved his sleeves again, and a palm print flew over.

boom!

Si Wuya fell down the steps.

Lu Zhou was not in the mood to pay attention to the rewards of systematic punishment.

...he felt his mood change.

An angry emotion.

After hitting consecutive palms... Lu Zhou stopped.

He suddenly felt that... was Ji Tiandao's memory affecting him, or did he successfully integrate Ji Tiandao?

Luzhou is still Luzhou, and Ji Tiandao is no longer the Ji Tiandao he used to be.

He has no choice, he has stood in this position, he must follow this path and walk in a new direction.

Lu Zhou, walking forward with his hands behind his back, came to the edge of the steps, looking down at Si Wuya—

"Unfilial scoundrel!"

Si Wuya groaned and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He didn't fight back, didn't speak, but propped up on the ground, adjusted his posture, and knelt on the ground.

A master is a master... Even if you have thousands of truths, how can there be a fallacy in the world that disciples curse the master to die?

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