Mu Wushuang stared at Qian Rendeng's body. After listening to Dao Wuren's speech, he just pointed at the gate with a wooden face. Dao Wuren looked back and saw that the dark south of the city was only near the city gate. Dao Wuren's face changed and shouted loudly: "You actually want to burn my sister? You...you...you are so...you are so...!" As he said that, Dao Wuren stomped his feet and ran towards the flames directly.

Mu Wushuang used Juluo Jian to support her body, then turned her shoulders and lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "Master Qian, I didn't expect that you would die here all your life. My nephew... I have no shame to see your two disciples..." Speaking of this, Mu Wushuang slowly closed his eyes, then raised Juluo Jian with his backhand and slashed hard at his right arm.

Seeing that Ju Luojian was about to cut off Mu Wushuang's right arm, Lin Miao suddenly flew down, stretched out his left palm to hold the hilt of Ju Luojian and shouted: "No wonder the saint asked me to look at you - do you think my master and wife can survive if you waste your hands?! Mu, don't be stupid, okay?" Mu Wushuang opened his eyes and looked at Lin Miao, and said in an extremely calm tone: "If you don't do this, I really can't forgive myself - what's the use of stealing your power? Master Qian died in front of me - mouse, get out of here."

Lin Miao was slightly stunned, then let go of the hilt of the sword, and then took two steps back and nodded: "Mu Tou, I can understand that you have a knot in your heart. When Aji died, I also thought of breaking myself and leaving her... But doing this would be too cheap, that dog thief Zhang Hong!!" Mu Wushuang smiled sadly and shook his head and said, "Mouse, what's the use of us having martial arts? We can only watch them die one by one in front of us... I hate that I can't do anything now..."

Lin Miao glanced at his hands silently and raised his head with a little frustrated face: "Mu Tou, you are right - I blame myself for not protecting them... Haha, I didn't have martial arts back then and couldn't save my sister. Now I have only martial arts, but I can't save my wife and master... What's the use of this martial arts!" Lin Miao was excited, and even raised his right palm without hesitation and slashed at his left shoulder clavicle.

Although Lin Miao seemed weak when he spoke, the right palm of the mountain-bending cannon had already used all his strength. Seeing this, Mu Wushuang instinctively stretched out his left palm and went against Lin Miao's right palm - but he had almost no internal strength now, and trying to catch Lin Miao's mountain-bending cannon was like hitting a stone with an egg. After the strike, Lin Miao looked dumb as Mu Wushuang's body turned around for several circles in the idle before falling heavily to the ground. Ju Luojian was also thrown several feet away by him.

Lin Miao looked at Mu Wushuang who could not get up, and hurriedly came back to his senses and asked nervously: "Hey, Mu Tou, are you okay? Get up quickly, if you can't get up - I'll take Uncle Master to worship me..." Mu Wushuang moved his body after hearing this, then stood up with difficulty, but his legs were still trembling.

Lin Miao looked at the shaky Mu Wushuang, and Mu Wushuang also looked at Lin Miao with deafening eyes. Lin Miao scratched his head and turned his face awkwardly: "Sorry, Mu Tou, I feel so confused now. I just said something just to provoke you, don't take it seriously!" Mu Wushuang said to Lin Miao without saying anything at all. Just when the two of them had their own thoughts, Long Yubing rushed into the gate and ran between the two, almost shouting loudly in a clamoring voice: "What do you two want to do? Are they crazy?"

Seeing that Long Yubing ran back without any damage, Mu Wushuang felt a little relieved, but while he was excited, his legs were uncontrollably kneeling to the ground again. Long Yubing held Mu Wushuang, who was weak in his body, with a panic look on his face and asked, "What's wrong with you? Did Zhang Hong beat me? Don't scare me!!" Mu Wushuang took a few deep breaths and calmed his breath, then shook his head and whispered: "Uncle Master, you're fine... Don't worry, I'm fine either."

Seeing that Long Yubing had not paid attention to Qian Rendeng lying on the ground, Lin Miao could only say carefully: "Uncle Master, Mutou is just doing too much, it's not a big deal. Can you... Can you be affected? Help him back to the house to rest first?" Long Yubing nodded without hesitation, and at the same time, he noticed Qian Rendeng lying on the ground from the corner of his eyes.

Long Yubing said to Lin Miao with some anger: "Die hooligan, why don't you invite your master back to the house! How can he be lying on the ground? Master, how are you injured..." Lin Miao said oh, and before Long Yubing could see something strange, he hurriedly picked up Qian Rendeng and returned to the house. Mu Wushuang tacitly told Long Yubing Qian Rendeng's death.

After Long Yubing returned to the house to settle Mu Wushuang, he was about to turn around and Mu Wushuang grabbed his wrist. Long Yubing blushed and whispered: "Let me go! I have to see how Master is doing first!" Mu Wushuang said nervously: "Uncle Master... Master Qian, he..." Long Yubing glared at Mu Wushuang as if angry, broke free from Mu Wushuang and came to Qian Rendeng, looked at Lin Miao and asked: "Master, is it serious?"

Lin Miao stood by the bed and closed his lips tightly, but looked at Long Yubing with some anxiety. Long Yubing glared at Lin Miao, then looked down at Qian Rendeng and said, "If you don't say it, forget it, I'll see it myself." Long Yubing frowned slightly and stared at Qian Rendeng for a while. Suddenly his nose twitched, he knelt half-kneel beside Qian Rendeng's body, and trembled and reached out to grab Qian Rendeng's left wrist.

Long Yubing grabbed Qian Rendeng's hand meridian and took it four or five times. After confirming that Qian Rendeng's breath was not completely gone, his body was a little cold. Then he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and shouted: "You have known it long ago! Are you?! You! You..." Lin Miao stammered and said: "Uncle Master, I...I want to tell you again later... Master is gone..."

Long Yubing looked up with swollen eyes and stared at Lin Miao fiercely, then slowly lay on Qian Rendeng's chest and cried bitterly. Mu Wushuang saw Lin Miao standing next to Long Yubing at a loss, so he could only wave to him. Lin Miao walked to Mu Wushuang's bed with a sad face and lowered his head. Mu Wushuang took out Qian Rendeng's letter and stuffed it into Lin Miao's hand: "This is given to you by Master Qian, and you want you to hand it over to Mr. Bu in the future."
Chapter completed!