"A Qing!"

After seeing this, Ayan screamed in grief and flew to pick him up.

A Qing's forehead was stained with blood, and it was covered with bluestone dust on the wound, and his handsome face was in a mess.

Putting the person carefully on the ground, Ayan reached out and sat up halfway, leaning him in his arms.

Seeing Ah Qing's forehead breaking, tears slid from the corner of Ah Yan's eyes. He looked up at the old man who was above, and his voice implicitly anger: "I said, I am willing to bear all punishments. All sins and filth arose because of me, and it has nothing to do with him. Why are you still so cruel!"

The old man looked back and looked at the two people who fell on the stone steps, frowned: "In a pure land, why not allow you to be arrogant! You! You are not to cherish death!"

There was still blood on the corner of his lips, but a little mockery appeared on Ayan's face: "The inner demon has been formed, and it is because I am not qualified enough. The master has already said that I want to abolish my cultivation and expel me from the master... If the master is not at ease, I would like to go to the back mountain to be confined for a lifetime and never leave again."

"You are no longer worthy."

The old man said coldly. After saying that, he raised his hand and saw A Qing floating up and slowly leaving A Yan's arms.

Ayan stood up in a hurry and refused to let go: "...Senior Brother!"

"I will destroy your cultivation, and I will erase your memories and Ah Qing!" the old man said coldly, "I will not want to hurt your life if you and I are in a master and apprentice."

"No! Master, don't erase my memory!" Ayan stood up in panic, reached out and grabbed Aqing, who was about to float away from him, pulled him to him, begging, "Master, don't!"

It seemed that he was too scared. When the whisk hit, anger suddenly rose in Ayan's eyes. He grabbed his palm and directly summoned the sword that fell to the ground into his hand. He drew the sword to meet the soft but cold and heartless white whisk.

Before he touched the whisk, Ayan felt a strong force pressing over his heart, and the pain was very heavy. He pressed down a mouthful of fishy sweetness in his throat. The violent aura in his heart suddenly became stronger. He waved the sword in his hand and stabbed the old man.

He was very talented in martial arts practice. After four years of learning, his master realized that his anger was too strong, so he was unwilling to teach him any swordsmanship. He just asked him to copy scriptures and meditate and calm down.

He didn't like copying and writing the most, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he felt sorry for him for several days. It was because his senior brother who felt sorry for him and often secretly helped him deal with the complicated copying and writing the books. He occasionally secretly taught him one or two tricks.

Ayan dared to guarantee that he could definitely force his master to retreat with his move, and then he would have the chance to escape with his senior brother.

When the senior brother wakes up, if he is willing to return to the master's sect, he will never stop him. He just doesn't want to... he doesn't want to be separated from him in such a hurry. He will never meet in his life. After being erased from his memory, he has no thoughts and has nothing again. All the warmth and joy have become blank...

No, he doesn't want it!

The sound of the sword blade piercing through the flesh and blood finally made Ayan, who was in a mad mood, come back to his senses. When he saw the sword blade piercing into the place, the blood flowed out quickly, falling down the blade drop by drop. A slender hand stroked the sharp sword blade. A Qing wanted to speak, but when he opened his mouth, the blood flowed out one after another. His clothes were stained with blood, extremely dazzling...

"Ayan..."

After coughing a few times, Ah Qing finally murmured these two words. As soon as his legs were weak, his body was about to fall backwards.
Chapter completed!