Nanyang Sect, inner gate, a bamboo forest courtyard that was repaired in advance.

Between the beds, a young man wearing a Nanyang white robe had his eyes slightly closed and his breathing was long.

He dared not close his eyes tightly because of his natural caution, and his long breathing represented the exhaustion of his soul.

The fair face finally lost some of its coldness, and the handsome face gained a bit of rare softness.

It seems to recall the pancakes on the roadside in Boyun County, a bowl of leek leaf noodles at the Mosi School in Qingzhou Town, the mutton soup that took two portions to finish after thousands of miles apart, and the spicy food in the ruined temple in Xitai Mountain. Throat medicine.

Further on——

Shen Yi's expression suddenly became indifferent, her fingertips moved slightly, and she subconsciously reached for her arms.

There used to be a knife pressed there, but now it's empty.

His long breathing became inexplicably rapid, and a pair of clear eyes opened, with a cold look in them.

"My story is finished."

In front of the golden window, Li Xuanqing turned his head, showed a calm smile, and then said curiously: "But you seem to be full of stories."

"..."

Shen Yi raised her eyebrows and relaxed her body again.

He looked away impatiently.

Because beside Senior Xuan Qing, there was an old woman standing quietly. The two stood side by side, looking at the sunset.

No one wants their breakfast to be a bowl of this kind of thing, and he is no exception.

"Since Sect Leader Shen is awake, let's leave first."

It was not until this moment that Sect Master Baohua finally understood why Sect Master Shen deserved Xuan Qing's special invitation to come over and guard him just for taking a short nap. It was obvious that the young man was really insecure.

"Disciple, please leave." Xuan Qing saluted meticulously and then opened the wooden door.

Telling Shen Yi his story is a sign of respect for the sect master's strength and his previous commitment to him.

He said it while the other party was sleeping, because he was unwilling to let this grudge continue, especially in today's Nanyang Sect, when the pressure is solely on the shoulders of Sect Master Shen.

"Wait."

Shen Yi sat up with a trace of reluctance, leaned against the wall, and stopped the two of them.

He casually rubbed his temples and looked sideways. His voice was a bit lazy, but his eyes finally became serious: "Tell it again."

"..."

The two people who had already stepped out of the house slowly stood still and looked back with some doubts.

Baohua Sect Leader's eyes flickered uncertainly. As a giant in the Hedao Realm, she actually felt like she couldn't see through this young man.

The other party was obviously extremely tired, and he finally relaxed for a moment. Just then when he opened his eyes, he suddenly wanted to take matters into his own hands again.

She could probably guess that with Xuan Qing's character, he would definitely give him a lot of help if he was so optimistic about Sect Master Shen. However, the meaning of Xuan Qing's previous actions would be completely wiped out if simplified into four words.

The current situation is... Sect Master Shen is unwilling to cancel it.

Thinking of this, Baohua Sect Master looked at Xuan Qing with a helpless smile: "I now understand why he is the Sect Master."

Li Xuanqing silently stared at Shen Yi on the bed.

After a long time.

He suddenly smiled and said: "Will you be willing to tell us your story?"

Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you.

Xuan Qing believed that based on his understanding of Shen Yi, the other party was definitely not someone willing to share the pressure with those close to him.

However, what Xuan Qing didn't expect was.

Shen Yi sat up slowly and completely, put on her boots, then lightly ground the floor tiles with her boots, raised her eyes, and said lightly: "My stories are now buried under the ground."

He used the calmest tone and said a simple sentence, but it contained such evil energy that even the Baohua Sect Master's eyelids twitched slightly.

This sentence does not sound like something that the leader of the Immortal Sect should say.

It's simply more of a demonic cultivator than a demonic cultivator.

Li Xuanqing was also stunned on the spot, and after a moment he finally smiled bitterly: "It's just a matter of young people fighting for a while, but in the end they can't fight."

Using the word "young man" to describe a monk with a lifespan of over 10,000 years sounds a bit inappropriate.

In fact, for Tianjiao, they spend most of their time on boring practice and rarely suffer setbacks, so it is quite normal for them to have a youthful spirit in their hearts.

Li Xuanqing took half a step back and closed the wooden door again.

Under Baohua Sect Master's slightly reminiscing gaze, he turned to look at Shen Yi: "Everyone knows that Xuan Qing is Hongze's first-class genius. Among the things he has done in his life, he is the most beneficial to the lives of Hongze. The only thing is to become a Taoist couple with Fairy Ziling of Donglong Palace, giving Hongze thousands of years of peace."

"She will have a chance to ascend to heaven later."

"I didn't want to. I wanted to keep her, so I got the entire Nanyang Sect involved."

When Li Xuanqing said this, Baohua Sect Master suddenly tightened his cane and looked elsewhere.

Obviously, there are a lot of things missing from this description.

At least Shen Yi didn't feel that this matter had anything to do with the young man's spirit after hearing it now. He also didn't think that Xuan Qing would be a person who was so jealous of his fellow Taoists that he would destroy them at all costs.

"They exhausted Hongze's precious gold, jade, and all kinds of precious materials, just to make that fairy look more beautiful."

Baohua Sect Leader suddenly took over the words, stared at Xu Wuwu and said calmly:

"Let hundreds of monks polish the lin claws, weave the dragon beard, and cultivate the dragon horns for him."

Speaking of this, Baohua Sect Master suddenly showed a mocking smile: "Using those luxurious things, I made her a saddle that could not be found in the entire Hongze, and sent her to the sky... to be an immortal's mount. .”

A generation of talented Taoist monks, with the enviable blessings of everyone, finally had the opportunity to become a beast under the immortal's crotch.

No matter how powerful Hong Ze was, he fell silent on this matter and no longer mentioned Xuan Qing's name.

In this case, the young man finally became angry.

He wants to ascend to the gate of heaven, he wants to enter the immortal register, and he wants to leave a famous name in the heaven for thousands of years.

He didn't want to see his Taoist companion on other people's crotches when he went in and out of the Tianmen.

So, that night, Xuan Qing planned everything, comforted the crying Ziling Fairy, and then said goodbye to his master, planning to give up the treasure land of Hedao, take the fairy away from Hongze, and find another way to heaven.

If the plan is implemented properly, Hong Ze thought that he had presented a beautiful purple-bearded white dragon, and the Seventh Son thought that Xuan Qing was frustrated and ran away. Except that when the immortal in heaven was choosing a mount, his subordinates might find that a purple-bearded white dragon was missing. Anything will happen.

"So why did it fail?" Shen Yi stood up.

Baohua Sect Leader suddenly stopped talking and looked at Xuan Qing, whose fingertips were trembling slightly, with a little distress in his eyes.

The biggest blow to young people’s morale.

The white dragon suddenly felt that being his Taoist companion was not as good as ascending to heaven and being the mount of an immortal, so he regretted it at the last moment.

It is equivalent to completely denying everything about Xuan Qing.

"He said, give him a small punishment, I will give him a slap, and the matter will be over." Xuan Qing finally spoke and mentioned the immortal who guarded Hongze.

"Before he raised his hand, I was 90% sure."

"The moment his palm came down, nothing was left."

"I tried my best to stabilize my mind, just to force myself to die calmly, so that my death would not be too embarrassing. I have never lost in my life, but I am not a villain who cannot afford to lose."

Xuan Qing's voice suddenly became hoarse.

He swallowed hard, trying not to make the strangeness in his expression too obvious: "The master came anyway and wanted to take a slap from him for me, so the slap changed and attacked the heart instead, so the master went crazy. , using the method of sacrificing treasure land."

"It wasn't until I returned to Nanyang Sect in despair that I realized that I really couldn't afford to lose... I couldn't afford to lose."

This small punishment punished him for a hundred thousand years.

Even if he didn't mean to say goodbye to the sect in advance and reminded his master, he is still willing to admit defeat.

But there are always people who are reluctant to let him lose and want to stabilize his Taoist heart for him.

It's just that the master and apprentice never thought that the price they would have to pay if they lost was not something they could decide.

They all thought it was just a matter of life.

However, the immortal took away the entire Nanyang Sect, and the heart-attacking palm could actually drive a giant in the Hedao realm into madness.

The master of Nanyang was ready to die for his apprentice, but he never expected that the majestic immortal would first force him to become a demon and make him sacrifice to the creatures he protected with his own hands in endless pain. Amid the roar that split his eyes, he could only watch helplessly. Watching the Nanyang Sect be destroyed, and finally die.

"..."

Shen Yi pondered for a long time and finally solved the previous doubts.

After all, the amiable old man in the Tibetan Dharma Pavilion didn't look like someone who would sacrifice the life of a precious land for his own selfish desires.

It turns out that this is the case.

"Okay, got it."

Shen Yi tapped her chin, then passed the two of them, walked out of the room, and stretched her arms lazily.

No promises were given, not even comfort to the other party.
To be continued...