"Sister Yue!"

Yu Zhiwen remained silent.

At this point, I finally couldn't help but interrupt.

She crossed Liu Fuyu, stepped forward, and grabbed Yue Gong Slave's sleeve. Her voice was very soft, but extremely serious:

"Can't go."

No matter whether it is returning to the Han Palace Emperor Realm from the long river of time, or going to Lingyu Mountain to meet the so-called Eight Masters for the last time, it is not allowed!

Yu Zhiwen understood this uncle's terrifying intentions very well.

All the knowledge she has gained so far, and all the principles she has learned, except those of Grandpa Yu and Dao Xuanji, mostly come from the Taoist Department.

After all, she has stayed in the Taoist Ministry for the longest time.

She feels the subtle teachings and influence of the Taoist elders the most.

The so-called "senior Taoist minister" is actually just Dao Qiongang.

If this kind of teaching method were used by others, the students taught would definitely have limitations. When thinking about the current situation, they would have to sit in a well and look at the sky, which is extremely one-sided.

But he is the sky!

The Dao firmament knows astronomy from above, geography from below, embraces all rivers, and knows everything. He is divided into "elder Tao ministers" and the fish he teaches know temperature. They also have knowledge and expertise in each Dao.

Although the Taoist priests are shadows, to Yu Zhiwen, the Taoist elders are the source of nightmares that wake him up in the middle of the night.

Thinking about it conversely, if the Tao ministers and elders are regarded as each different "I" in the Tao firmament, and if they are all put together, wouldn't that be the real Tao firmament?

Yu Zhiwen clutched Sister Yue's sleeve tightly and refused to let her go.

At this time, what flashed through her mind was a sentence that the Taoist elders often said, and she could almost repeat it exactly the same:

"The process is not important."

"The process can be a blur. We only need to work backwards from the results to see who wins in the end."

After a pause, Yu Zhiwen’s tone became extremely determined:

"The sky of Dao goes around, either taking the initiative, or letting Sister Yue take the initiative to speak, and finally make a choice between this 'last encounter' and 'the fish is dead and the net is broken'."

"I don't know what the development of these two is. The only certainty is that neither will have a good outcome."

"No matter how you choose, the person who will benefit in the end will not be Sister Yue or Bazun Shu, it can only be...him!"

Behind, Dao Qiongcang looked surprised after hearing these words.

He stopped vomiting blood and looked at the little fish whose eyes were covered with black satin and seemed to be growing, with complex emotions in his eyes.

There is ridicule, but also relief, very contradictory.

"But, Xiaoyu..." he started.

"Don't call me Xiaoyu!"

"Okay, Miss Yu Zhiwen." Dao Qiongcang was interrupted, and he grabbed his lower body with great seriousness, and said while piecing himself together again:

"I would like to ask Miss Zhiwen, apart from 'this' and 'that', what is the third choice?"

"If you lose your eyes, you can see the situation clearly, but you still can't give people a better choice..."

He sneered: "I should have taught you that being cautious and protecting yourself is sometimes the best choice - but from now on, withdraw and shut up. You will not get into the whirlpool, let alone get yourself burned."

"But what if I have a third choice?"

Yu Zhiwen turned his head in a cold voice, and across the long river of time under the moonlight, he stood up against the blood-stained Dao Qiongtian lying on the other side of the river.

Liu Fuyu stood with his sword in hand, and could clearly feel the night on the seaside, which was even colder.

She has murderous intent.

It's her choice to rather live in pieces than in pieces.

Unlike everyone present, she did not have a second or third option - if everything was arranged secretly, she would die here tonight.

She will be buried in Nanming, but the sword will be opened mysteriously, and she will be escorted back to the building to reshape the seal.

There may be mistakes in this process.

But no matter whether Dao Qiongang takes action or Demon Ancestor takes action.

At least, the addition of such a variable might disrupt their plans?

The Moon Palace Slave also stopped in front of the long river of time, looking at the little girl in front of him, and then glanced at the earth and the sky.

A junior and a senior.

A student and a teacher.

Before the "Tao", under the "general trend" of time rolling eastwards, the two sides who should have walked side by side have stood on opposite sides.

How does this feeling and this scene resemble that of a young man at that time?

At that time, geniuses from various schools in the secret realms of the five great saint emperors gathered together to practice swordsmanship and practice Taoism, enjoying themselves happily.

In the blink of an eye, everyone has grown to the highest level, and everyone has gone their separate ways.

"Then I'm really all ears. I'm just waiting for Miss Zhiwen to speak." Qiongqian stood up on the ground, his eyes piercing through the long river of time.

"Don't pay attention to this person." Yu Zhiwen was too lazy to talk to Dao Qiongcang, so he turned around and said seriously:

"Sister Yue, let's go to Xingjie."

"In the Crystal Palace of Apricot Realm, there is a poisonous pond with fish in it."

"Xu Xiaoshou has made arrangements. Once all the fish in the pond die, no matter where he is, he will return as soon as possible..."

She took a deep breath: "Maybe I can't see through the situation and can't give you a third option. Xu Xiaoshou knows what happened here and night, he can!"

Moon Palace Slave has not responded yet.

Dao Qiongcang on the other side of the Time River raised his head and laughed after hearing this: "Xu Xiaoshou, can he?"

Yu Zhiwen clenched his fists tightly, almost tearing Sister Yue's sleeves, but he turned a deaf ear and did not respond.

"Xu Xiao can't bear it!"

Dao Qiongcang spoke categorically, seeming to understand Xu Xiaoshou better than Xu Xiaoshou: "Miss Zhiwen, to this day, do you still think that Xu Xiaoshou will be a variable in my game?"

Yu Zhiwen couldn't help but turn around: "Isn't he?"

"Hahaha……"

"The word "love" is in front of the head, but a leaf is blocking the eyes!"

"Yu Zhiwen, you trust Xu Xiaoshou too much, and the longer you stay with this person, the more you lie."

Dao Qiongcang stood up and walked over. Apart from his clothes being torn and stained with blood, the injuries all over his body had been repaired as before, and he had a cold and strange aura under the moonlight.

There was sadness and disdain on his face. When he came close to the three girls, he stopped and said with a smile:

"That fish pond no longer exists, right?"

Yu Zhiwen's face was calm and there was no emotion on his face at all. He knew that the sky was watching Zhiwei and he had to be on guard.

Dao Qiongang flicked his sleeves and sneered:

"If you can tell me openly, you are not afraid that I will destroy the fish in the pond right now. All ponds and fish are fake."

"Of course, even if you have other means to forcibly recall Xu Xiaoshou from the Ancient and Modern Wangyou Tower, do you think I will care?"

As he spoke, he raised the corners of his lips, half-smiling but not smiling, his expression became extremely subtle, he raised his eyes to look at the moonlight, and recalled:

"That day in the Secret Realm of Four Symbols, I did not hesitate to ask Bei Huai Fen Nian to inhabit the Holy Emperor Qilin, and I also wanted to severely injure Xu Xiaoshou."

"Then he captured Xiangyao Yao in Yujing City, just to force Xu Xiaoshang to show up and reveal his true identity."

"You are involved in this whole process of 'herding pigs into pens'."

Yu Zhiwen's heart trembled. He didn't know what the implication was when Qiong Cang mentioned these things, so he heard him continue:

"And from Yujing City to Qingyuan Mountain, you have experienced most of it. Even the thirty-three-day star spinning rib formation that almost trapped Xu Xiaoshou was written by you."

"There is a place you haven't gone to. Do you know where it is?"

Yu Zhiwen had no idea what Dao Qiongcang was talking about, but he became inexplicably nervous.

Suddenly her palms felt warm, and she found that Sister Yue was holding her with her backhand, and she immediately felt at ease.

"There is a small town at the foot of Qingyuan Mountain called Changde Town."

"There is a blacksmith shop of Cao's family in the town, and Cao Yihan, also known as Kuileihan with ten seats, lives in it."

Dao Qiongcang said, spreading his hands with an impudent look on his face: "Of course you can't go to this place. Your memory will be empty if you go there, because you are a Tianji Warlock. If you go there, you may find clues. There is something like that. With a hint of probability, I can see that the whole town is full of dummies, shaped like Taoists, all guarding Quilehan's hands and eyes for me."

Yu Zhiwen's delicate body trembled.

Taobu is her scar.

Dao Qiongcang had no sympathy for her, and his words only sprinkled salt on her wounds.

"Going back to 'Driving Pigs into the Pen' and reaching Qingyuan Mountain, this game has reached the stage of closing the net. Have I failed?"
To be continued...