Under Yesian's forced force, Wang Yujue and Qiu Shiyue had to "abandon" Emperor Yingzong and rode their horses toward the capital.

Behind them, a mysterious person was quietly following.

Qiu Shiyue once said: I always feel that he is on his left and right, but I cannot catch clues about him.

Zhu Jiejie and his men escaped from the Oirat army and ran all the way.

Master Shimiao felt that the senior sister on her back was getting softer and softer, and her whole body fell down, making her hands unable to hold her hips. The tied cloth strap was also zipping down, making her chest extremely uncomfortable.

She stood down and sent her up, but soon she slid down again.

She had a vague premonition, so she turned her head and shouted, "Senior sister, senior sister!"

Master Shihui had no echo at all.

"Jiejie, look at your master." Shimiao said anxiously to Zhu Jiejie.

Seeing her anxious look, Zhu Jiejie hurried over.

There was still a trace of blood flowing from Master Shihui's mouth, soaking a large area of ​​Master Shimiao's back.

"Master, Master?" she shouted, rubbing her forehead.

Master Shihui still had no sound.

On a hot day, Zhu Jiejie's hand that was stroking her master's head could not feel the heat. The message she passed was shocked and immediately said to Master Shimiao: "Uncle Master, Master is not good!" After saying that, she cried with her mouth pouted.

Huang Shansong hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Do you have to take it off and have a look. Anyway, this place is already very far from the Oirats."

"Okay." Master Shimiao responded.

She ran so far on her back, and even if Master Shihui was at peace, she wanted to rest.

Huang Shansong quickly untie the cloth belt and put down Master Shihui. After trying his breath, he lost all his energy.

He turned around and looked at the two of them and shook their heads.

The two of them knew what was going on at a glance. One called the master and the other called the senior sister, and they started to wail the body.

Zhu Jiejie cried bitterly, wiped her tears suddenly, pulled out the Buddhist bead whip and suddenly wrapped it on a tree trunk and said angrily: "Old witch, I want to peel your skin and avenge your master!"

As she screamed, she pulled her slender hands back, and the Buddhist bead whip cut a dent into the tree trunk!

Kuang Xinyin and Quanjun left Tumu Fort, left the Ola military camp, and came to a grassy slope.

Quanjun put the old witch down and lay flat on the grass, shouting softly: "Mom, mom, wake up."

Kuang Xinyin also squatted beside her and shouted affectionately "Master".

The old witch has good skills and Master Hui has passed away. Although he was injured, he still has no worries about life.

The two of them woke her up.

The old witch opened her sleepy eyes, looked at the two of them and asked, "Where is this place?"

"I don't know." The two looked at each other and replied, "but we have left the Oirat barracks and Tumu Fort."

"Okay." The old witch knew that Kuang Xinyin was worried that she would be hit by someone else after being injured, so she did this just now, looking at her and saying, "After all, Xinyin is smart."

"Master, how do you feel?" Kuang Xinyin was invisible and had no expression at all when she heard this. She just asked with concern, "Why do I lose some internal energy to heal you."

"No need." The old witch said calmly, "I'm old and useless. I can't let you lose your internal strength."

Although Kuang Xinyin is serious and often has a silly expression, the old witch likes this apprentice very much.

Because she knew that behind her hidden hidden lies great ambitions and endless potential.

Along the way, Kuang Xinyin not only took care of her daily life and diet, but also practiced qi, and was extremely diligent.

She likes such people very much, looks down on mediocre people and has no ideals. Although Quanjun is her son, she has never liked him as much as she likes Kuang Xinyin.

Because she knew that her son had no lofty ambitions, but was just a prodigal son who was content with the status quo and only knew how to eat, drink and have fun.

"Master, you are old and it is difficult to heal your injuries." Kuang Xinyin said, "As long as you can help your injuries heal, even if you lose half of your disciple's life, Xinyin will be happy."

"Silly child." The old witch stretched out her shriveled hand and stroked her red face lovingly, "As a teacher, the wind is in twilight years. Even if you have been in a while, you will just survive. What's the use? Your kindness is appreciated by your teacher. You are still young, the years are still long, and there are still many places to use it."

"Master, I have consumed my disciple and I can practice it again." She said, choking, "But if there is no master, there will never be any more."

"My good disciple." The old witch heard this and felt endless warmth in her heart, and her eyes were wet, "With your words, I'm happier than living a hundred years old."

The old demon witch felt extremely relieved with such a good disciple. She also longed to live longer, but she was hit by Master Shihui's life-threatening blow and knew that it would be impossible for her to be powerful again in the future. Seeing Kuang Xinyin so well-behaved and filial, she was not only happy, but also wanted to do something for her so that the master-apprentice relationship would not be in vain.

She thought to herself: Although this child doesn't like to talk, she is very terrible, and she is diligent and studious, and has a lofty ambition. She is incomparable to Quanjun. She is old and has little life. In addition, she is injured, and she is really declining. Even if she is alive, she is boring. It is better to fulfill her and let her realize her dream as soon as possible.

When she thought about this, her heart suddenly became clear. She smiled and said to Kuang Xinyin: "Xinyin, please help me sit up, and I have something to say to you."

Kuang Xinyin helped her up and asked in confusion: "What's the matter, Master."

"You turn around." The old witch said lovingly.

Although Kuang Xinyin had many doubts, she still obediently and obediently.

The old witch suddenly slapped her palms on the Mingmen and Dazhui acupoint on her back, pouring her internal energy into her body continuously.

"Master, you can't do this." Kuang Xinyin was shocked and wanted to dodge her body as she said.

"You want your master and you to go astray!" The old demon woman shouted, and the internal force was transmitted faster, "Come on it and lead it into the dantian."

Kuang Xinyin heard the four words "being possessed by the devil". She was so nervous that she dared not move any more. She had to follow her instructions and guide the internal force she output into her dantian and store it.

Quanjun looked at the old witch’s actions and shouted in horror: “Mom, you’re desperate!”

The old witch ignored him and continued to output his internal strength.

Her already shriveled body became thinner as the internal force was consumed. Her calm gray hair gradually became as white as snow and brighter.

The face with aggravated wrinkles were sweating, and then they gathered together and flowed downwards.

Her body aggravated the weakness.

The oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry. She fell to the ground in the end.

"Mom--!" Quanjun shouted and strode forward to help her up and said, "Why do you want this?"

After Kuang Xinyin blocked the strong internal force into the dantian, she turned around and saw that the old witch had changed her whole body for herself. She cried with tears in her eyes with distress, and shouted in grief: "Master, why do you want to do this? You can still live well."

The old witch's lips were as dry as two leaves. She squirmed as mosquitoes and shouted: "I'm old and useless. What's the use of living? Why not pass it on to you?"

She was exhausted and finished speaking, as if she was extremely tired, and closed her eyes.

"Master——" Kuang Xinyin hugged her and cried loudly.

"Xinyin." The old witch shouted weakly again.

Kuang Xinyin burst into tears, and he looked at her with tears in his eyes when he heard this.

"I know, you are not a bird under the eaves." The old witch said and paused for a moment before saying, "I beg you not to abandon Jun'er."

"Master!" Kuang Xinyin cried even harder, nodded with tears in her eyes, and said with a pout, "No, no, I will never leave my senior brother."

"Then you will feel at ease." The old witch said this intermittently, and passed away with her eyes closed.

"Master (Mom)!" The two cried heart-wrenchingly.

The clouds and mist filled the entire plateau meadow.

"Go, go!" Wang Yujue and Qiu Yue were in the mountains and ridges, and the horses were whipping, and the wind and lightning were running towards the capital.
Chapter completed!