Shocked, everyone except Master has a vest

Chapter 212: The Imperial Master doesn’t want to live anymore!

Nian Naihe drove the villagers away again, so that they would not disturb him while he was teaching the children the Four Books and Five Classics. However, the villagers were not happy with this kind of stubbornness, and finally began to disperse, with gratitude and respect for Nian Naihe on everyone's face.

Nian Naihe brought the children into the private school, asked the students to sit back in their seats with a stern face, and opened the bamboo slips.

The sunlight shone through the window onto Nian Naihe, casting a golden halo on his figure.

His silhouette holding the book in his hand is like a jade tree on a terrace, isolated from the world. His elegant voice reads catchy poems, which makes people yearn for it.

"Hmph, sour fermented bean curd..." Shen Zhao's eyes were filled with disgust for the scriptures, and he hated Nian Naihe even more for pretending to be bookish to seduce his master.

"You're a corrupt scholar..." The girl tapped the boy's head.

"Master, the villagers say that being hit on the head will make you stupid." Shen Zhao couldn't help but mutter when the girl tapped his head gently, but he didn't dare to refute.

"You are stupid to begin with, and you will be really stupid if you hit me again." The girl was angry and amused, but her words made the boy childish and relentless.

While Nian Naihe was teaching, he found the boy hugging the girl's legs and acting coquettishly. When he thought that in a few days Shen Zhao would stay with the girl every day and he would be the only one left, he felt sad.

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That night, the stars sank and the moon disappeared. The conspiracy of Tianyi Palace lurked like a poisonous snake. Elder Qiu Shui and the disciples of the Formation Hall quietly set up the formation outside the village.

Elder Qiushui and Elder Changgui used a secret method to set up a formation, drawing in miasma, which gathered into poison and enveloped the entire village.

In the miasma, evil spirits gradually emerged, their shadows looming, surrounding people's homes and preventing them from entering.

Elder Qiu Shui flew into the air, and his arrogant voice exploded over the entire village.

"Hand over Qin Xinggui and I will spare your lives!"

In the village, Nian Naihe stood side by side with the girl. He looked at the girl with a solemn expression. The fear of losing her filled his heart and almost made him unstable.

The girl analyzed the situation and decided that based on her righteous character in her previous life, she had to complete the nightmare scenario in this way.

She clenched her fists and a determination flashed in her eyes. She knew that she could not let the villagers suffer disaster because of her.

She took a step forward, ready to step forward, but was held tightly by Nian Naihe and the young man.

"Xing'er, don't do anything stupid." Nian Naihe's eyes were filled with tears and her voice was low and nostalgic.

"Master, don't go!" Shen Zhao was so anxious that he even changed the way he addressed him.

The girl turned to look at Nian Naihe and Shen Zhao, with confusion and tenacity in her eyes: "The villagers are innocent, I can't let them suffer because of me!"

"I only want my Master. The lives of others don't matter to me!" Shen Zhao's eyes were gloomy, and his knuckles turned white as he pulled the girl's sleeve.

The villagers felt suffocated in the miasma, dizzy and nauseous. They were surrounded by evil spirits and were driven out of their homes one after another. Fear spread rapidly like a plague.

They gathered together, their faces filled with fear and helplessness, and began to beg for mercy.

"Immortal, please let us go! We are just ordinary people and have nothing to do with Qin Xinggui!" The elderly villager knelt on the ground, clasped his hands together, tears in his eyes, and pleaded in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, Immortal, we know nothing, please don't hurt us!" The peasant woman hugged her child tightly. The child's eyes were full of fear. He cried loudly and some even vomited. Her voice was almost crying.

"Who is Qin Xinggui? Could it be that day..." A sturdy man stood up and pointed in the direction of the private school with trembling hands.

"Oh, it's those two monks. Two unlucky people fell from the sky!" The villagers slapped their thighs and began to complain and vent their grievances.

Nian Naihe held the girl's hand tightly. He could feel her struggle, but he also knew that if she walked out now, she would undoubtedly be sending a sheep into the tiger's mouth.

With deep eyes, he whispered to the girl, "Xing'er, you can't go out. Let me come."

The girl looked at Nian Naihe. She knew his worry, and a trace of determination flashed in her eyes: "Nian Naihe, I know you are worried about me, but..."

Nian Naihe said in a serious voice: "Xing'er, I haven't had time to tell you that I am the disciple of Yinghuo Xianzun. You can leave without worry. I will hold them back here."

"So you learned from the second best master in the world." The girl tore the boy off her body and pretended to be surprised.

"Hmph, what's so great about that? In time, my master will be the best in the world." Shen Zhao still had time to argue at this time.

However, even if he was the disciple of the Immortal Venerable Yinghuo, he might not be able to escape unscathed when facing the elders of the Tianyi Palace.

"Nian Naihe, under the blockade of the four evil demons and monsters, your cultivation will also be suppressed by the miasma." The girl's voice trembled a little. She didn't want Nian Naihe to take risks for her.

Nian Naihe gently patted the girl's hand and comforted her, "Xing'er, don't worry, I know my limits. You can find the right time to lead the villagers to escape."

The girl wanted to say something, but Nian Naihe had already turned around, and disappeared in a flash.

He appeared in the center of the village, facing Elder Qiushui and Elder Changgui, and said loudly: "Elder Qiushui, Elder Changgui, what do you mean by this? Has the Tianyi Palace fallen to the point of attacking ordinary villagers?"

Elder Qiushui sneered: "Who do you think you are? How dare you come to meddle in the affairs of our Tianyi Palace? Where is Qin Xinggui? Hand him over, and we will withdraw immediately."

Nian Naihe snorted coldly: "I am Nian Naihe, the second disciple of Yinghuo Immortal Venerable."

A trace of fear flashed across Elder Changgui's eyes, but was immediately replaced by ruthlessness: "Nian Naihe, since you are the chief of the Wanjian Sect, you also know that blocking me is courting death. I advise you not to be ungrateful!"

Elder Qiu Shui laughed strangely: "Hahahaha... You will not be able to escape from the four evil demons of my Tianyi Palace! Before your master and senior brothers come over, we will have time to knock you out and then skin Qin Xinggui alive!"

"How dare you, you brat!" Nian Naihe's handsome face turned cold. He shook his wrist, and the white silk stretched straight into a sword. With this powerful sword, the mountains and rivers were like paper, and the ink-like sword energy exploded on the two elders with a heavy blow.

Qiu Shui and Chang Gui had no time to protect themselves and were forced to take a step back after being beaten. Their faces became even more ferocious. They didn't expect that they, as elders, would be provoked by a young boy.

They worked together to take out the formation plate and activated the formation even more frantically. The miasma surged towards the villagers like a black tide, wave after wave.

The villagers screamed in fear and fled in all directions.

A sickening stench filled the air, and the villagers' faces turned from rosy to pale, and even began to turn blue.

Children were vomiting and having diarrhea, and adults were coughing incessantly and breathing like bellows.

The figures of evil spirits and monsters were looming in the miasma. They were like evil ghosts escaping from hell, pouncing on the villagers with extreme ferocity.

"Ah——!" An old man suddenly let out a shrill scream. His arm was bitten fiercely by a ghost and blood gushed out.

"Dad! Dad!" The old man's son rushed forward and tried to rescue his father from the monster's mouth, but another monster appeared silently behind him. He screamed and fell to the ground, leaving deep blood marks on his back.

Seeing this tragic scene, Nian Naihe felt a surge of compassion in his heart. He knew that if he did not take action, no villager would be spared.

Therefore, he decided to use his own blood to perform a blood sacrifice to purify the miasma and save the villagers from the dire straits.

Nian Naihe sighed to the sky: "Although I am not from this village, I live with the villagers day and night, and I have exchanged favors with them. How could I bear to see the villagers suffer? Master, Brother, although I am a demon, I will never disgrace the master!"