PFC Chapter 271 Dou Ying
Chapter 271 Dou Ying
At Zhang Lanfeng's home, after Li Zhi and Hong Fan had eaten and drunk their fill, they decided to continue their journey, considering that time was tight and they could not afford to delay any further.
As for Zhang Lanfeng, he was hoping to finish the guide job quickly so that he could take his family away from here and hide for a while to avoid his annoying childhood friend who might suddenly come back to attack him.
Therefore, the two sides hit it off immediately and without any further delay, they immediately carried out detailed inspection and investigation work in the eastern suburbs city according to the original plan.
The three of them strolled along the streets and alleys of Dongjiao City.
Li Zhi and Hong Fan looked around carefully, and they went around the East Suburbs City in a circle, but they didn't find anything unusual that was worth paying special attention to.
Since it was confirmed that there was no trace of the Fantasy World Tree here, Li Zhi and Hong Fan made a decisive decision not to stay here for too long, but to go to the next destination immediately to continue checking whether there was any Fantasy World Tree.
On the other hand, after completing his guiding task, Zhang Lanfeng rushed back home in a hurry.
As soon as he entered the house, he immediately and swiftly picked up the valuables in the house, then anxiously called his wife and children, packed a few necessary clothes and supplies, and hurriedly left Dongjiao City with his family.
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Chizhou.
The vast area between Mountain Creek City and White Lake City contains a large lush jungle.
Deep in the jungle, a mountain stands tall and majestic, like a sharp sword piercing the sky, majestic and awe-inspiring.
This mountain is the famous Shu Mountain.
For a long time, because of the existence of Shushan, it is like a solid barrier, protecting the area within a hundred miles.
The Shushan disciples uphold the mission of exorcising demons and wipe out the evil spirits lurking in the dark, so that this area always remains peaceful and harmonious, and the evil spirits dare not wreak havoc here.
It is also because of this that the people around are full of gratitude and awe towards Shushan.
In their eyes, the Shushan disciples are like immortal figures who are high in the sky and have great magical powers and can protect them from the invasion of evil spirits.
However, there is a huge difference between mortals and these immortal cultivators after all. When facing these people from Shushan, ordinary mortals always unconsciously feel a bit of fear in their hearts.
Therefore, the area around Mount Shu has always been sparsely populated, and it is quiet and peaceful. Ordinary people dare not approach it casually, for fear of disturbing this holy land or angering the immortals on the mountain.
However, today at the foot of Mount Shu, the tranquility of the past was suddenly broken, and a noisy sound unlike any before was heard.
A young disciple wearing a Shushan white robe staggered down from the Shushan Mountain, as if he was seriously injured. His face was as pale as paper, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead, sliding down his cheeks, and soaking the collar of his clothes.
He held his chest tightly with one hand, obviously he was seriously injured.
Moreover, this person was not only seriously injured. You should know that Shushan disciples always carry swords with them, but there is no trace of a long sword on this person, which is really strange.
While enduring the pain, he looked back from time to time at the mist-shrouded Shu Mountain behind him, with a flash of determination in his eyes.
At this moment, he had obviously made up his mind. When he was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly heard a whistling sound coming from above his head.
He looked up subconsciously, and saw a figure in the air, also wearing the white robe of Shushan, standing in the air with a long sword under his feet, looking at him coldly with a sullen face.
The man had a tall and straight figure, with his clothes fluttering in the wind, but the expression on his face at this moment was so cold and serious that it made people feel intimidated.
The injured Shushan disciple saw this and his expression suddenly changed, with a hint of surprise in his eyes. He endured the severe pain in his chest and said in a deep voice: "Brother Chen! Are you going to stop me too?"
His voice was a little hoarse, but it revealed a stubbornness and unwillingness that was difficult to conceal.
The man called Senior Brother Chen still had the same cold expression as before. He slowly said, "Dou Ying, you shouldn't get involved in Junior Brother Wang Yang's matter... You know, there are many things involved behind this matter, which is far beyond our control."
Dou Ying's face flushed red upon hearing this, and the veins on his forehead bulged. His eyes bulged with anger, and he shouted at Senior Brother Chen, "Chen Luan! Junior Brother Wang Yang and I have known each other for a long time, and you can do such a thing of standing by and watching, but I can't do that!!"
His roar echoed in the silent forest, startling a group of birds perched on the trees. They flapped their wings and flew away in panic.
When Chen Luan heard Dou Ying's words, a trace of loneliness flashed across his face, and his eyes seemed to reveal a hint of helplessness and struggle, but soon he forced himself to suppress the emotion and restored his stern expression.
He stared at Dou Ying with his eyes fixed, and his tone became even deeper and more serious, saying, "Dou Ying, this matter was planned by Master many years ago. It involves a lot of things, how can we stop it?"
Dou Ying lowered his head in disappointment. How could he not know that this was all planned by his good master? Wasn't it his good master who caused his sword to be broken and injured?
But soon, he came back to his senses and shook his head firmly, his eyes showing a determination to face death. He said in a low but firm voice: "I don't know if I can stop it, I just know that I can't just sit there and watch!"
Chen Luan frowned. He looked deeply at Dou Ying in front of him, pondered for a moment, and finally asked in a deep voice: "Even if I die?"
Chen Luan stared at Dou Ying closely, as if trying to find a hint of retreat in his eyes.
Dou Ying raised his head, his eyes were like burning flames, and that scorching gaze seemed to be able to burn everything in front of him to ashes.
With an unyielding determination on his face, he responded word by word: "That! Is! Death!"
That unwavering voice was like the sound of a huge bell, echoing in the mountains for a long time.
When Chen Luan heard Dou Ying's resolute answer, his face suddenly became extremely ugly. His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know where to start.
Finally, he sighed heavily.
Then, he silently controlled the flying sword under his feet, slowly changed direction, and flew towards Shushan.
His voice sounded from afar: "Today I will pretend that I have never seen you. Take care of yourself!"
Dou Ying looked at Chen Luan's receding back, feeling mixed emotions.
He knew that Chen Luan made this choice out of helplessness. But he himself could not go against the voice in his heart and could not watch Junior Brother Wang Yang suffer and remain indifferent.
He looked back at the Shu Mountain behind him again. The misty peaks were still as majestic as ever, but in his eyes now, they seemed a little more strange and cold.
Then, he left without looking back...