Ji Yu opened his mouth, and for a while, he was speechless. The figure on the top of the mountain turned into a golden thread, and fell in front of Ji Yu for a few steps away, and said to Ji Yu indifferently, "Brother, how long have you been here?"

"Brother, you... haven't seen each other for decades, are you okay? I've been in Kowloon Island for about half a decade," Ji Yu replied quickly with a smile.

Lu Yue glanced at the Four Saints who had left Jiayun and smiled faintly and said, "Oh? Why did the brother live in someone else's house but didn't come to look for me? Are we separated?"

Ji Yu was silent for a while. Seeing that Lu Yue looked wrong, but did not talk about his disciples, he said ashamed, "Brother, you... your disciples are not worthy of education and are all fairies, I..."

"No need to say more, brother, I want to tell you something." Lu Yue waved his hand and interrupted Ji Yu's words, and his face turned like frost, heading towards the Four Saints who were about to express their advice and said:

"Please go back to the mansion first. I, Lu Yue, have admitted defeat this time. Now my brothers and brothers meet and have old things to discuss, so I won't leave a few Taoist brothers to visit."

Seeing Ji Yu nodding with a calm face, the four saints of Jiulong Island looked at each other, but there was nothing wrong with each other. They just looked at Ji Yu with shame, sighed, turned their mounts and walked away with them.

After the Four Saints left for a while, Lu Yue turned around and sighed to Ji Yu with his hands behind his back, "Brother, you have changed, but I haven't changed. Do you know who I am? Since we met, I have always given up on you, brother, you have hit me, and beat me more than once, kicked me, and slapped me in the face, but it is indeed my fault every time..."

Ji Yu lowered his head and said without saying a word. After a while, he said, "Brother... it's not that I have changed, it's that we have all grown up, it's that we have all grown up..."

"No, brother... do you know, I gave in to you before, but this time I really... I really want to beat you... I also want to kill you." Lu Yue suddenly turned around and looked straight at Ji Yu and said slowly. The two of them stared for a while, and Lu Yue turned around:

"But I can't do it. Do you know, my disciples treat me like fathers, you treat me like brothers, I just want to ask you, why do you help outsiders, how do you do it? Why don't you kill them all, and leave four people behind..."

"Why do we leave four people behind? Are we looking at me, the incompetent master? Can't we avenge them..." Lu Yue's eyes were calm, but the divine eyes on his forehead left tears. Seeing Ji Yu silent, Lu Yue was silent for a while and turned around and said:

"I know what you want to say, brother, you want to say that you are for my own good so that your disciples will not drag me down. When you are with you, you always think about everything for me and decide everything for me. I also let you decide my life, but... do you really understand me...

I have never liked others to make decisions for me, even if my decision was wrong, even if it was broken into pieces... Brother, you think you are smarter than me, but I actually understand some things very clearly. I also have my own ideas, but I have always been accommodating you..."

As the saying goes: The thin dew in Mid-Autumn Festival in August is sighing that the practitioners are desolate, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers has been in the past decades, and I have thought about it day and night...

But I never thought that these brothers of different surnames who had been thinking for thousands of years have been in love for nearly a hundred years, and have been separated by the ends of the world for decades, and they met here, but this is the scene.

"My brother... I'm wrong, sorry... I shouldn't have made up my mind for you. I'm reckless, I'm sorry..." Ji Yu bowed and bowed, but was helped up by Lu Yue. Ji Yu cried with tears in his eyes, "My brother... How can I not understand you, just... I... I can't watch you die due to the nameless disaster of your disciples, so... I would rather you not recognize me as a brother, and I will kill this bad disciple for you..."

"As the saying goes, the family will prosper when teaching children, but the family will be ruined when teaching children. This is the same principle for teaching disciples. Raising children will harm yourself, teaching disciples will harm others. This spring farming is not good for a year, and this disciple will not harm for a lifetime. How many gods and masters have become friends with immortals and saints from all directions, and they are burdened by disciples. Not only are they cursed, but their own family will be doomed..."

The two of them finally looked at each other and cried. Ji Yu slowly advised him again. Lu Yue nodded and sighed, and said melancholy, "How come I don't know this, just...ah..."

Lu Yue shook his head, brushed his sleeves and picked up the four sleeping disciples. He looked at the valley that was flattened by thunder, and raised the fog and said to Ji Yu, "Senior brother, please come to my cave and sit down."

Hearing this call of senior brother, Ji Yu was stunned, and then he fell and fell. Tengyun followed Lu Yue and flew into the famous mountains. But he saw a beautiful mountain. The green hills were locked in green clouds, like swords, and the ridges of strange flowers, bamboo joints, and strange flowers and plants sighed at the Yao Pool. The bamboo joints were green and green. It was really the dragon vein on the Jiulong Island, and the immortal sacred land of the immortal spring.

When he entered the cave, the stone tables and benches were empty, and outside he saw the old pine chess tables were empty. There was no one on the practice field, there was no one on the lonely grass under the lecture stage, and there was no disciple under the teaching pavilion. Lu Yue sighed softly, put the four disciples on the bed to rest, and took the pulse with concern. Seeing that they were not seriously injured, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he led Ji Yu to an ancient pine tree with a crooked neck outside the cave. The pine needles were like a bunch of covers, and there was a stone pier underneath them. Lu Yue and Ji Yu sat opposite each other. Lu Yue cast a magic spell to transport wine and daffodils and placed it on a table.

"My dear cave is pretty good, with clear mountains and rivers, birds singing among the mountains, streams and monkeys crying. I am a blessing in the cave, but I am a little lonely and empty." Ji Yu was speechless. He used to be a good person who was good at speaking, but at this moment he had nothing to say. When he said this, Ji Yu felt that it was wrong, as if he had said something wrong.

Lu Yue rolled his eyes, it wasn't you who killed my disciples. It was so lively in the past, so I had to turn into a drink and drink. My disciples were busy and filial, but it was hard to say it out. After pondering for a while, Lu Yue said, "Senior brother is afraid that he can learn great magic now and have extraordinary supernatural powers, but I don't know what magic the master has taught you."

"Master has taught me some of the methods of changes in heretics, which is no better than my junior brother. I have received the true teachings of Master." Seeing this, Ji Yu had no choice but to sigh and change his words.

Lu Yue's eyes flashed, and he was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "We all entered Taoism and escaped from the mortal world. How can we be called brothers again? Brothers, don't think too much..."

Ji Yu was depressed, but he didn't know that Lu Yue was not relieved. Instead, he thought, it would be better to give him an excuse to compete with him, be beaten and killed once, and relieve his resentment. He said to Lu Yue, "I have to teach some magic secretly by the leader. After all, I am not as famous as my junior brother, but I am not convinced. Otherwise, my brother will compete and tell me what the difference is..."

"Oh? I can see that the senior brother is practicing the Mahayana of Heaven and I have profound cultivation and supernatural powers are pretty good. I just wish I could say frankly, Senior brother, you are not my opponent, my supernatural powers are fierce, and if I hurt my senior brother, it would be bad." Lu Yue became interested when he heard this, and then hesitated.

Ji Yu laughed and said, "No, no, no, my junior brother, just let the horse come over. If you are injured, I will be considered as poor in magical powers. If I die, I will be considered as desperate. Even if I avenge my disciples, I will be able to expel my anger."

After Ji Yu said that, seeing Lu Yue showing shame, he knew his personality, so he had to force him first. He kicked over the stone table and drew his sword to attack Lu Yue. Lu Yue couldn't, so he drew his sword to resist. The two of them went and fought outside the cave.

Although Lu Yue has high martial arts skills, Ji Yu has not been a vegetarian for many years of hard practice. Both of them have magical powers and use their own tricks. Ji Yu's sword is like a little cold light, flashing with a flash of star spots, and thrusts straight into it. Lu Yue's two swords are wielding like spinning wheels. The rotation is without rest. The sword cannot penetrate, and the water cannot penetrate. For a moment, the sword roars outside the field, and the sword energy swept around.

In the first thirty rounds, Ji Yu stabbed, thrust, collapsed, and slashed, and attacked Lu Yue. After more than thirty rounds, Lu Yue turned defense into attack, Ji Yu cut off, blocked, pushed, swung, and turned attack into defense.

These two people are fighting in a fierce battle, and they really meet the opponent. They are about to meet the good talent. How can they see this scene?

One is born with divine power fighting immortals, killing ghosts and killing demons, and is famous for practicing the mountain scriptures, and the origin of the Taoist origin of the Plague Ancestor. The other is acquired practice of real swordsmanship, three-foot flying sword Qingming, and the ancestor Biyou secretly teaches the magic, and cultivates into a great heavenly immortal with Yi Qi.

Thousand Tings and Fierce Flames Shock the Ghosts and Monsters, and the Swords Walk in a Stroke and Flee to Live. They are always brothers. They are all from the Biyou Palace, with one fangs and bloody mouths, and the other sages of immortality. Once, they are only for disciples, and they are more powerful than life.

The two of them fought a hundred and ten times and the two were in a stalemate. Seeing this, Lu Yue shook his body and turned into three heads and six arms, holding two swords, bells, seals, umbrellas, whips, chimes, and other six treasures of plague. They all came together.

Before Lu Yue could activate his magic weapon, Ji Yu's two fists could not match four hands, so he could not resist it, so he had to use the magic spirit of silly breathing the overturned chess case, turning into a white-headed tiger down the mountain, swaying and jumping, shaking his head and waving his tail to pounce towards Lu Yue.

Lu Yue and Xing's plague seal flashed, and the tiger could not move immediately. He fell down and died of blood. Ji Yu took the opportunity to jump out of the battle circle, chanting the spell, pointing at Lao Song, the crooked neck.

A finger of the mysterious light changed, a curly bearded dragon flew out, its claws were like steel hooks, and its tail was like iron whip. It shuttled through Qingming to explore its head and reveal its tail, spitting clouds and mist, and grabbed it straight towards Lu Yue.
Chapter completed!