Lu Qingyun knew in his heart that this painting was of Li Canghai, but when he saw this painting, he was really surprised.
After so many years, Li Qiushui's appearance has changed a bit, but she still looks very similar to the woman in the painting.
"It's very similar, right?"
Li Qiushui asked softly.
"Yes."
"Unfortunately, the person in the painting is not me. She is my little sister Li Canghai."
Li Qiushui took a breath.
"My little sister looks very similar to me, except she has dimples and I don't have them. She has a small mole next to her right eye, which I don't have either."
When she and Tong Piaoyun fought for Wu Yazi, Li Canghai was only eleven years old, and no one would suspect that Wu Yazi would fall in love with her.
When Li Qiushui saw this painting for the first time, he understood why Wu Yazi was in a daze looking at the jade statue all day long.
"Qingyun, I have a daughter named Li Qingluo, who is married to the Wang family in Gusu. If you have time, you can go for me and tell her the news of my death."
Li Qiushui took off the Seven Treasures Ring from his thumb and placed it on Lu Qingyun's hand.
"You are my disciple. As the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, you can do whatever you want. Don't force me if you don't want to. All three of my brothers and sisters died in the hands of Ding Chunqiu. You must kill him. Do you understand? "
"Disciple swears that he will definitely kill Ding Chunqiu to avenge you. If you violate him, you will do so."
Lu Qingyun waved his hand, and a big tree was cut in half three feet away.
Li Qiushui smiled happily, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
"Qingyun, my deadline has come, don't forget to bury me and my senior brother together."
After speaking, Li Qiushui stretched out a finger and pointed at Lu Qingyun's dantian, and the true energy continued to be sent into his body.
"Master, what are you doing?"
"I'm almost dead. What are you doing with these cultivation skills? You are my disciple. I won't pass it on to anyone else."
Li Qiushui forced himself to smile.
"But..."
The faster the internal strength disappears, the sooner he will die, which Lu Qingyun doesn't want.
"Absorb it well, don't waste all my hard work."
After a cup of tea, Li Qiu Shui finished teaching the exercises, lowered his arms, closed his eyes, and fell limply into Lu Qingyun's arms.
"well!"
Lu Qingyun sighed heavily, leaned Li Qiu Shui in front of Wu Yazi's grave, stood up and kowtowed three times respectfully.
"Master, I will hold Ding Chunqiu's head to pay homage to you."
"My dear nephew, show me that painting."
Lu Qingyun was startled when he heard the voice, and quickly looked back. The dead Tianshan Child Elder opened her eyes and looked at him blankly.
"You're not dead?"
"In that situation, how could I not have pretended to be dead? However, I was also poisoned by Ding Chunqiu and received his slap, and I don't have much time left."
"Then how did you avoid my induction?"
Lu Qingyun's murderous aura dispersed.
The master is dead, and her enemy must not live!
The Tianshan Child Elder showed a smile on her face, not caring about life or death at all.
"I have practiced a turtle breath technique that can hide my breathing and heartbeat."
"Bring the painting to me quickly. I don't have much time. I won't be able to survive today no matter how hard you try."
Lu Qingyun glanced at Li Qiushui, sighed, picked up the scroll from the ground, and handed it to Tianshan Child Elder.
"It turns out to be her!"
The Tianshan child's grandmother looked at the scroll carefully and showed an expression that puzzled Lu Qingyun.
"Tong Lao, is there anything strange?"
Li Qingyun asked.
"We have fought over and over again, but grandma, I haven't won any of them. It's really ridiculous!"
The Tianshan Child Elder took out the fireworks from her arms and said, "Help me shoot them into the sky."
Lu Qingyun knew the meaning of the fireworks, and he was not afraid that the Tianshan Child Elder would recruit help, so he took the fireworks and shot them into the sky.
"Feng Asan, come out here."
Lu Qingyun shouted loudly.
"What's wrong with Mr. Qingyun?"
Feng Asan heard the call, walked out of the hut, glanced at Li Qiushui who was leaning against the grave and closed his eyes and asked.
"I'll give you an hour to build a coffin for two people, can you do it?"
"Master Qingyun, you are making things difficult for me. I really can't do it alone!"
"Then you eight will do it together!"
Lu Qingyun took out the Seven Treasures Ring, "As the leader of the Xiaoyao Sect, I order you that if you cannot build the coffin within an hour, all the eight friends of Hangu will be expelled from the Xiaoyao Sect!"
Feng Asan was shocked. He finally returned to the school. If he was expelled again, then the eight friends of Hangu would completely cut off the school.
The other seven members of the Eight Friends of Hangu all walked out of the hut, and when they saw Lu Qingyun holding the Seven Treasures Ring in his hand, they all knelt down.
"Listen, if you think it can't be done, just leave. If it can be done, I will never treat you badly!"
"Junior brother, let's help you together, okay?"
Kang Guangling was anxious and asked quickly.
"You can try it!"
"Okay. Then let's hurry up."
Under the command of Feng Asan, the eight friends of Hangu started making coffins non-stop.
Fortunately, there is no shortage of materials in the mountains, which saves a lot of time.
The sound of a large number of horse hooves came from outside the valley, and the slaves from the Lingjiu Palace who were out looking for Tianshan's child came over.
Entering the valley, they saw the child sitting cross-legged on the ground covered in blood, and they all drew their swords on Lu Qingyun.
"You damn bastards, are you all hoping that this old woman like me will die soon so that you can fly freely?"
"I don't dare!"
Grandma Yu knelt in front of Tianshan Child Elder.
"My dear nephew, since you admit that you are the head of the Xiaoyao Sect, the slaves of the Nine Heavens and Nine Departments of the Piao Miao Peak Lingjiu Palace are also your disciples, and you are in charge of their life and death."
Tianshan Child Elder didn't wait for Lu Qingyun to speak, and said to Granny Yu and others: "You haven't met the new Lord yet!"
Lu Qingyun remained silent, looking only at Feng Asan.
In his heart, nothing is more important than the coffin.
"Meet the new Lord."
Granny Yu led her men to kneel in front of Lu Qingyun.
Lu Qingyun still didn't make a sound.
Granny Yu looked at Tianshan Child Elder.
"If the new Lord doesn't tell you to get up, then you will die on your knees here!"
The Tianshan child's grandmother spoke very loudly, kept coughing, and blood oozed from the corners of her mouth.
A whole hour.
The eight friends of Hangu, including Feng Asan, stopped what they were doing.
A brand new coffin appeared in front of me. Except that it was not painted, all other aspects were well done.
Lu Qingyun walked to the grave, picked up Li Qiushui, and carefully put her into the coffin.
"Exhume Wu Yazi's body."
"Master, you must not do this!"
Kang Guangling said loudly.
"I told you to dig up Wu Yazi's body!"
Lu Qingyun opened his eyes and glanced at Hangu's eight friends.
He promised Master that no one can stop him!
"Okay, since you don't want to, then let me do it!"
Lu Qingyun waved his sleeves, and half of the soil covering Wu Yazi's new grave was cut away, revealing the coffin lid.
"Master, think twice!" Hangu's eight friends all knelt in front of Lu Qingyun.
