He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 79 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 2)

The shouts around her grew louder and louder, just like in the teahouse she frequented.

When the storyteller finished telling a story, everyone clapped and cheered, sometimes even louder and more enthusiastically.

Ignoring them, Wen Yan groped her way to her feet, her blood-stained hands gripping the hilt of her sword.

The Water Moon Sword became agitated and bounced her back to the center of the seal.

Wen Yan coughed a few times, then spat out another mouthful of blood, staining her lips red with blood.

She didn't have time to wipe the blood from the corner of her mouth, and stared straight at the Water Moon Sword.

The blinding white light grew dimmer, and with a crack, a fissure appeared on the sword.

Xiao Yilin became anxious.

This is Bai Lingling's life-saving sword!

So he broke through the protective seal, rushed to the sword, drew it, and put it in his pocket.

All the actions happen in a single instant.

Wen Yan stared blankly at him, her bloodshot eyes filled with despair.

She was about to lose her sword.

Mother……

Xiao Yilin turned her head and saw Wen Yan still sitting in the same spot. She looked at her with disappointment and was about to go over and help her up.

That's really disregarding the bigger picture.

Wen Yan placed her hand on the red dot of the seal and pressed it without hesitation.

"There's a limit to throwing a tantrum. Are you out of your mind?" Xiao Yilin roared, leaping away from the sealed area.

Her fellow disciples were also furious and looked at her.

The two crimson seals closed swiftly, trapping Wen Yan inside.

A beam of red light struck down, and the white figure that had been flying around disappeared. The crimson runes faded in color until they became transparent.

The pure white full moon once again cast its light, the gale suddenly stopped, and the black fog gathered.

Everything was so calm that it seemed like nothing had ever changed.

But that figure...

"Is Senior Sister... dead?" the youngest disciple asked.

silence.

"Master. Xiao Yan, she..."

Xiao Yilin raised her hand to stop her disciple from speaking. Looking at the few dark red spots on the withered leaves, her eyes were complicated, and her voice was thinner than paper: "Let's go."

"The dead cannot be brought back to life, so we must do everything we can to save those who can live," Xiao Yilin said in a deep voice.

If you enter the place where your master's seal is located, he can kill you with a single palm strike; you are indeed close to death.

Thinking it over, he frowned and said in a cold voice, "Don't mention this matter again, especially not to your junior sister."

Everyone nodded one after another, seemingly still reeling from Wen Yan's passing.

After all, they had known each other for more than a decade, and some of them had tears welling up in their eyes.

Xiao Yilin was also saddened, but it was Wen Yan's own choice, and he, as her master, had done all he could.

He comforted himself by saying that.

"Xiao Yan was accidentally injured while exorcising demons and died from her injuries. She left the Water Moon Sword to her junior sister to save her life."

Xiao Yilin said, word by word.

Although everyone was saddened, they accepted this explanation.

"If we can't save our senior sister's life, we must at least save her reputation."

Bottom of Broken Heart Cliff.

Wen Yan lay on the boulder, her body tattered and in tatters, her face pale to the point of being transparent, as if she were about to breathe her last.

If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of his chest, he would have been dead.

The hawk flapped its wings and landed in front of the half-dead woman, poking her face with its yellow hooked nose.

no response.

The eagle flew to the other side and poked again, causing Wen Yan to frown slightly.

Killing Eagle stepped on his right foot with his left, and happily flapped his wings: the man wasn't dead!

It opened its mouth wide, intending to swallow the poor creature whole, but hesitated because she was so dirty.

At this moment, Wen Yan's brows relaxed, and she remained motionless.

The eagle's gaping beak closed again, and it peered at her with crooked eyes, wondering if she was truly dead.

The owner forbids it from eating dead or dirty things, otherwise it will be beaten.

A wronged expression appeared on its face, which was covered with black feathers.

Why don't you show it to your owner? If he says it's edible, then you can eat it!

The eagle found a huge leaf to cover Wen Yan, then carried her back to its lair.

Mo Zhu didn't even open his eyes when he heard a thud as a heavy object fell to the ground.

His narrow phoenix eyes opened a small slit as he looked at the dirty mess on the ground. He frowned and asked, "Silly eagle, what did you bring back this time?"

After speaking, she lazily stood up, her purplish-black robe open, revealing half of her fair chest. Her dark hair slipped into the robe, swaying with each step she took, alluring and irresistible.

“If you eat any more rotten stuff, don’t come back. No, I’ll pluck all your fur and use it as a mattress.”

Mo Zhu spoke calmly.

The killing eagle looked panicked, opened its beak and cried out incoherently, as if begging for mercy.

Waaaaah, Master, please don't pluck my fur!

"Shut up, you stupid eagle, you're making too much noise," the man said impatiently.

He walked up to the person covered by the leaves, and seeing the eagle's saliva still on the leaves, he felt a chill and ordered, "Silly eagle, lift the leaves, let me see if you can eat them."

Kill Eagle hopped forward, one foot on the left and one foot on the right, making the already unstable tree hole shake with each jump.

"If you jump again, it will collapse!" Mo Zhu kicked it, and it stopped moving.

Fortunately, he jumped near Wen Yan. The hawk-like lackey lifted the leaves, looked at Mo Zhu ingratiatingly, and his drool was about to drip down again.

Mo Zhu's expression was somewhat puzzled when he saw that the person lying on the ground was a person.

When did someone come in here?

"Where did you pick it up?"

"Whirl, whistling, whistling."

"On the rocks at the bottom of the cliff?"

Killing Eagle nodded.

"You hurt her like this?"

Kill Eagle shook his head.

Mo Zhu casually plucked a hair from it, seemingly lost in thought.

It seems he was injured outside and even vomited blood. I don't know if he can be saved.

After all, this place is just too boring. There's only been one stupid eagle with negative intelligence for thousands of years. It wouldn't be bad to have someone to serve him.

Mo Zhu calmly pondered with his phoenix eyes, completely oblivious to Sha Ying's tearful expression.

The eagle's eyes are waterlogged: When will its owner get rid of the habit of plucking feathers?

"Okay, let's go."

Killing Eagle: "Howl, howl, howl." Why?

"She's dirty, you can't eat her."

Eagle Killer: "Howl, howl, howl." Can't you help me wash up?

Mo Zhu glanced at it without any emotion.

"Whirlwind whistling." Never mind, I'll go find another one.

After the killing eagle flew away, Mo Zhu was left alone and faced a dilemma.

It's all dirty, how can I even begin?

Forget it, I'll just lie on the ground and heal myself. It's not a big deal.

Mo Zhu flipped his palm, performing a complex palm technique, and a pale white wave flowed onto Wen Yan, whose face regained color at a visible speed.

When it was almost time, Mo Zhu stopped and sat back on his throne—a simple wooden chair, which was also the only chair in the tree hole.

Close your eyes and rest.

After a long while, Wen Yan's eyelids twitched, and she opened her eyes. She moved her hands and found that she felt much better, but her chest still hurt.

She propped herself up and cautiously looked around.

Where is this?

Didn't she press that red dot?

"woke up?"

A deep male voice came from behind. Wen Yan looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man wearing a loosely draped purple-black robe with a white belt cinching his waist. He had his legs crossed and one hand half-clenched into a fist, supporting his head slightly.

Her dark hair was disheveled and draped over her front and back. Her phoenix eyes were slightly open, with a drowsy look in them. She had red lips, white teeth, and a high nose.

Beautiful! Absolutely gorgeous! That was the only word Wen Yan could think of.

It wasn't a bewitching feminine beauty, nor was it rugged handsomeness; it was more the cool, lazy yet well-mannered aristocratic air.

At the same time, Mo Zhu was also observing Wen Yan.

Although it was dirty, her face was really beautiful. Her charming peach blossom eyes stared at him blankly, and she had a delicate nose and perfectly shaped lips.

A touch of red between her brows added a touch of aloofness, though the red dot had faded considerably.

"You..." Wen Yan began, but then didn't know what to say.