"What is going to happen here will be the inner demon that has been plaguing him..."
When Jiang Deng said this, the people from the opposite side had already arrived.
Just when Si Mian was still debating whether or not to give way, the carriage passed directly through their bodies, and the groom in charge of driving the carriage did not show any surprise.
Jiang Deng explained: "Everything here has already happened. It is equivalent to a memory. Our appearance cannot change the final outcome, and the people in the memory cannot see us."
After the carriage passed, there was a tall horse.
The person sitting on the horse is a late-stage Foundation Establishment monk. He is holding a rope in his hand, and tied to the rope is a group of boys and girls. They appear to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old.
There are as many as a hundred people!
They were walking on foot, with their hands tied by ropes. Not only were they in a miserable state, they all looked weak...
"ah!"
One of the teenagers could no longer hold on and fell to the ground. Since everyone was tied together, he fell, and several people around her also fell.
The team had to stop advancing.
Seeing this, the leading man could only rein in his horse and stop. After turning over and dismounting, he took out the long whip from his waist and whipped it towards the fallen group of people.
"Hurry up! We have to rush to the city before dark and hand you over to Wang Xianchang. If we delay things, watch your skin carefully!"
The man was a Foundation Establishment monk, and the force of his whip was naturally not something that this group of frail young men could withstand. After a few whips, their skin and flesh were already torn apart.
Unlike most of the teenagers who were begging for mercy, one of them didn't say a word and just stared at the man viciously.
Because they were walking along the way, all the teenagers were in a mess, even him. His little face was ashen, but his handsome facial features could still be vaguely seen.
Jiang Deng on the side frowned slightly.
Why does this person look so familiar? Could it be...
"What are you looking at!"
Realizing that the young man was glaring at him, the man frowned displeased.
Thinking that this young man was so good-looking and that he was specially wanted by Wang Xianzhang, so as not to hurt his face, he swung the long whip towards his back.
Si Mian couldn't stand it any longer, and quickly cast a spell to stop it, but unfortunately it had no effect, and the long whip fell mercilessly on the young man's back.
In the end, the whip did not fall, but stayed in mid-air.
"What, what's going on!" The man was shocked.
Jiang Deng already understood something. She subconsciously turned around and saw someone coming through the air.
"well!"
Jiang Deng sighed softly.
Sure enough...
Under her gaze, the man fell lightly.
The woman is dressed in red like blood, her facial features are gorgeous and majestic, like the blazing sunlight, making people dare not look directly at her.
Seeing this face again, Jiang Deng was in a daze.
It turns out that from other people's perspective, did she look like this in her previous life?
I don't know if her mood has changed, but Jiang Deng feels that this face feels a lot strange to her...
Immediately afterwards, three sword lights flashed.
The three of them landed with their swords on the ground at the same time and stood behind the woman. The oldest of the three was in his early twenties, and the youngest was only sixteen or seventeen years old. From the appearance, each of them looked like a dragon or a phoenix among men, a proud son of heaven.
"Master, why are you so nosy?"
The third disciple, Duan Chuan, held his sword and muttered with a displeased look on his face: "The man named Wang collects furnace tripods, so you have to get in the way and ruin other people's affairs."
The second disciple Bai Ziyi chuckled lightly, "If it weren't for Master's meddling in other people's business, I'm afraid we wouldn't be here today."
Duan Chuan's voice was a little softer, but he still said plausibly: "Huh, we are the only ones who can't do it? Why do we need to save others?"
The woman ignored Duan Chuan and directly ordered: "Save them."
"yes."
Unlike the indifferent third junior brother, the eldest disciple Lin Ye was very obedient. He took out his sword from its sheath and cut off the man's head with one strike.
The man's eyes were wide open, and his head and body were separated.
Boom!
His head hit the ground hard.
The man could not believe it until his death. He actually died on the way to deliver the cauldron to Wang Xianchang, and he died so easily, without even having time to resist...
Lin Ye seemed to obey the woman's words very much. He not only killed the men with his own hands, but also cut off the ropes from the young men's hands with his sword one by one, allowing them to be free.
The woman said calmly: "You can go home."
"Thank you so much, my benefactor!"
Everyone thanked him and left one after another.
But there was one person who was different. He was the young man that the man wanted to whip just now. He crawled to the woman's side on his hands and knees and hugged her calf.
The young man raised his head and begged pitifully: "I have nowhere to go, I just ask the immortal master to take me in, even if I am a boy serving tea and water..."
Hearing this, the woman showed a thoughtful expression, as if she was thinking about whether it would be better to take him on as a servant or a disciple.
Jiang Deng beside him could no longer stand it.
If she could change the course of events, she would really jump over and shout, "Don't accept him as a disciple! This kid will eat his master in the future!"
Yes, this person is Murong Feiran in his youth.
When he was a teenager, he was captured and wanted to be used as a cauldron. It was Jiang Deng who rescued him and accepted him as his apprentice, ranking fourth. It was obvious that she had never lacked the other party's training resources.
Jiang Deng even thought that she had fulfilled her duty as a teacher, but for some unknown reason, every one of the seven apprentices she accepted betrayed her.
That's...unlucky.
Seeing the woman's hesitation, the third disciple Duan Chuan snorted coldly and held the sword in his arms tighter, "Master, you won't accept another disciple, will you? You are not satisfied with the three of us."
The second disciple, Bai Ziyi, said kindly: "This little guy is really pitiful. Why don't you accept him, Master, and let him be our fourth junior brother."
The eldest disciple Lin Ye put away the dissatisfaction in his eyes and said calmly: "It all depends on the master."
"Forget it, if your qualifications for cultivating immortals are good, I will accept you as my disciple."
As she said that, the woman put her hand on the young Murong Feiran's head. After pouring spiritual energy into it, she took it away again after checking her physical condition.
"Pure Yang spirit body? Pure Yang spirit root?"
The woman pondered for a moment, "Your talent is a little worse than my other disciples, but it's not bad. From now on, you will be my fourth disciple."
"Thank you so much, Master, for accepting me as your disciple!"
The young man Murong Feiran kowtowed with a surprised look on his face.
The woman picked up Murong Feiran with an indifferent expression and took him away in the air. The other three disciples quickly followed with their swords.
The crowd gradually left.
Si Mian, who was on the spot, murmured: "Could this be the leader's childhood experience?"
Jiang Deng nodded, "Not bad."
A look of annoyance appeared on Si Mian's face, "If I had known that the person just now was the leader of my childhood, not only would I not have stopped the whip, I would have gone up to make up for it."
Hearing this, Jiang Deng also showed an annoyed look. He was careless. He should have known she would do this!
Just when I thought of this, the scene in front of me suddenly changed.
They actually returned to the bedroom again!
The black mist that originally filled the surroundings had disappeared, and was replaced by Murong Feiran, who was sitting cross-legged on the jade bed.