If you say you have regrets, it’s because Heaven is unfair and you deserve to win over Heaven. It’s not about blaming Heaven and others.
Ye Chen is the only one in this large room.
Ye Wan, who looked like a dragster, was taken away calmly and ruthlessly. Since she was not awake yet, he could not ask her what she wanted to cultivate. And his little master left after sealing his demonic energy.
to the main hall.
I really don't want to stay for a moment longer.
On the night of the autumnal equinox, the moon was thinning and the weather was getting colder, and the chirping of mosquitoes was faintly visible. Ye Chen was so worried that he tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep. He lay on his side, looking at the broken lights scattered on the ground, his expression wandering.
After the sparse demonic energy in his body was completely gone, he deeply understood what it means to be delicate, delicate, and weak! When the wind blew him, his nose immediately ran out, so he had to wrap himself in a big quilt and reveal his head.
Recalling the suffering he suffered during this period, he felt that it was a miracle that he was still alive: his legs burned by fairy fire, his body with high fever, eating sour food, and a hole in his abdomen...
He couldn't remember exactly when he lost consciousness and fell asleep, but he could be sure that he was ruthlessly dragged up before he had slept for two hours. His eyes opened with tears streaming down his face.
It was gray outside, and the sun and moon appeared in the sky at the same time. Congran knocked on the door of the side hall and urged: "Don't sleep, Xiao Shen. Get dressed quickly and follow me to the Elder's House!"
Ye Chen was sitting on the bed with his mind half-awake. He was stunned for a while, and he said "tsk" impatiently. He picked up the disciple uniform that was lying aside and put it on. Then he tied up his hair casually and yawned.
Open the door.
Before he could see the person standing outside the house, the other person directly grabbed his hand and threw it onto a broad sword. He chanted a curse to control the sword and flew thousands of miles high in the sky at high speed.
"well?!"
The cold wind blew on Ye Chen's face, and his black hair was flying wildly. He couldn't open his eyes, his hands and feet were cold, and his fingers were curled up subconsciously.
He wanted to shrink his body together, but unexpectedly his head suddenly sank, and then his sight was blocked. When he smelled the faint fragrance of gardenia on the tip of his nose, he realized that the little master had taken off the cloak and threw it to him.
.
Her intention was good, but the way she handed it over didn't seem very friendly.
"The elders held an impromptu meeting this morning without prior notice." Cong Ran unexpectedly explained.
Ye Chen nodded in understanding and followed her. He paid attention to everything he passed, but his eyebrows twitched, as if something big was about to happen.
As soon as the two of them arrived at the Elder's House, before they even stepped through the threshold, they heard someone scolding and talking about dissatisfaction inside. Ye Chen's movement of raising his feet paused, and he opened the door generously from Ran Luoluo, but did not hear anyone following behind him.
With the sound of footsteps, she turned around and saw Ye Chen with a timid look on his face, frozen in place.
She thought for a moment and said: "The elders are just old men with old-fashioned ideas, not ferocious beasts that eat people without spitting out their bones. You don't need to be too afraid..."
Cong Ran pursed his lower lip and was about to say something when a loud voice of complaint came from the hall: "Huh, if that bastard hadn't been guarded by the boss, he would have become a corpse long ago!"
Ye Chen, who had climbed out of the dead man's coffin, looked at the white boots on his feet and thought to himself: I was a corpse and now I am alive and well.
They stepped up the stairs and were at the gate of the palace.
A few people sitting near the door noticed someone outside with sharp eyes. After taking a closer look to see who it was, their easy-going and smiling faces instantly turned serious, as if they were changing faces in a Peking opera.
Several elders on the stage felt that the atmosphere was not quite right. When they turned around, the first thing they noticed was a man dressed in white standing at the bottom. The lavender-shining scabbard was hung on his waist, and his green hair was tied up with a black hairband.
Catching people's attention under the light.
Xu Fang, the second elder who was sitting on the right side of the stage, hurriedly smoothed things over: "The master is here, please take a seat. We still need Taoist Wuwei now. When he comes, the meeting can begin."
Cong Ran simply saluted: "The second elder is joking, you have held more than 100 meetings recently, and my brother has been present probably only three times. His cultivation has reached a bottleneck, and he can only become an immortal after a breakthrough. If there is nothing important, he can
I told him."
"The leader is still too young." Elder Yang Chen said with emotion as he took a sip of hot tea.
The Great Elder Zi Suyi, who was sitting in the middle of the stage, said in a reprimanding tone: "This man just came to save the world and the stone monument was shattered by thunder. He stayed there for half a day so that I could send my disciples to fight. I saw that there was nothing in his body."
Any fluctuation in spiritual power is just a piece of rotten wood. I don’t know why the leader would accept him as his disciple at all costs!"
Someone answered her words and said: "Master, you have given up on lust. We know that we should not take care of this matter anymore, but it is related to the comfort of salvation, and... the wealthy families who are clinging to salvation may doubt whether salvation is worth it."
Worth relying on.”
What a bad person to complain first!
Although Ye Chen feels aggrieved, he can take advantage of everyone's hatred and let the young master force him to leave to save the world! As for Sister, as long as Taoist Wuwei is willing to accept her as his disciple, she will not be too bad in the future.
So, the young boy rolled his eyes, pretending to be scared and blaming himself: "I... this disciple is an ominous person. If I continue to save the world, something may happen..."
Hmm? Hmm——!
Ye Chen's voice became hoarse until he lost his voice before he even finished speaking the words he had been brewing for a long time.
The little master used a spell to seal his mouth!
Resentful little eyes shot up, down, left, and right from Ran's body, wishing they could drill a hole.
Congran seemed to sense something and looked back at him. After the latter made eye contact with her, he lowered his head like a frightened rabbit and looked at the table without saying a word.
She raised her eyes to look at the stage and lightly hooked her thin lips: "Seeing is believing and hearing is believing. I think you all have misunderstood this matter. In Liangzhou Hall, my disciple was beaten with his bare hands by four or five men in black, which led to
Fighting each other is not causing trouble for no reason."
Without waiting for everyone to respond, Cong Ran quickly waved her sleeves, grabbed Ye Chen's wrist and tapped the acupuncture points on it. The faint black air floating on her skin gradually faded, and her eyes paused, as if she was trying her best to hold back something.
Ye Chen felt a pain in his wrist and realized how close the little master was!
Congran whispered in his ear: If you dare to talk nonsense again, I will seal your mouth permanently. It is not bad to be mute.
"..."
The hot air sprayed on his neck, and it felt strangely warm and itchy. Ye Chen blinked his eyes and realized her behavior, and his brain exploded.
Ridiculous things from his past life flashed before his eyes like flipping through a book, and a soft lip pressed against his earlobe. It was the same kind of whisper, but it was clearly painful, but he still gritted his teeth and scolded him... evil beast
.
The cold and frosty banished immortal is stained by the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and his fallen eyes are open with tears. Even a saint cannot resist this temptation.
He treats her...
Have hatred
Desire
Only there is less respect.
"What about the stone tablet? Let's discuss the matter." Elder Yang Chen said.
Several people on the stage looked gloomy, each looking uglier than the last.
It was the Great Elder's intention to send someone to assassinate Ye Chen. The disciples he selected were all very skilled, so how could they fail to do so and be caught? No one knew what Cong Ran said about the group fight better than the elders present.
If we want to trace it back to the source, there will be no end to this matter. Expelling people to save the world is their common goal.
"It seems that I can no longer gain your trust even if I abandon Yiqing."
Congran's eyes turned cold, and word after word came out of his mouth.
"Master, this matter is not a child's play. You can choose from all the disciples in the world, but this ominous person cannot be chosen."
"boom--"
Cong Ranmeng slapped the table: "I know that you are worried that the salvation of the world will be ruined because of his eternal doom. Then I will plant poisonous insects in his body. I guarantee with my cultivation and life that my disciple will not do anything harmful to the world.
Things!"
After saying that, she stood up and took out a wooden box from the Qiankun Bag. There was a four-petal flower with thorns on the box. Under the eyes of everyone, she took out the Soul Corpse Gu placed inside.
When a silvery insect flew out from inside and settled on Cong Ran's finger bones, the whole place was in an uproar and turned pale with fright.
Once you are contaminated with the forbidden arts of the world of cultivation, you will never recover.
The soul bone is also known as Nirvana and rebirth. It is a kind of poison that looks like a moth. The life of the person who inflicted the poison and the person who was affected by it will be tied together. There is no antidote. If the person who was affected by the poison encounters something unexpected, the life of the person who was affected by the poison will be
You can die instead, so that the bewitched person can achieve "Nirvana and rebirth."
Without any hesitation, Cong Ran slapped the Gu butterfly into Ye Chen's body.
"The Soul Corpse Gu has been planted. If someone wants his life in the future, it will be my life!"
There is no cure for this poison. It can only be cured if one's body dies.
In the hall, a group of people looked at each other. They were so surprised that their breathing slowed down a lot. It was silent. You could clearly hear the beating of the heart. Ye Chen was so shocked that he wished he could open Cong Ran's head and take a look.
What does she have inside?
Is the little master crazy?
How could it be possible, how could it be such nonsense!
Congran felt cold and returned to her sleeves. The tassel on her waist made a sound when it collided with the sword. She said calmly: "Let's all disperse. That's all for today's meeting. I think it's still early and I can sleep for two more days."
hour."
Now that things are like this, who dares to say anything?
After all, she is the leader of a faction.
Even if you have a false reputation, you don't dare to refute your remarks in public.
If this matter became known to everyone, everyone in the world would come to see the excitement of the internal struggle for salvation. The deflated elders remained silent, and Yang Chen continued to drink hot tea without saying a word.
Ye Chen was dragged out of the Elder's House by Cong Ran. His mind was still in a daze. There was too much information and he needed to be sorted out slowly.
In the previous life, the little master listened to the elder and had no ideas of his own. How come in this life, he not only contradicted the elder, but also insisted on accepting him. As for the soul corpse Gu, how did she get it?
…
Return to Liangzhou Hall and Cong Ran undo the spell on his mouth.
Finding that he could make a sound, Ye Chen grabbed Cong Ran's wrist anxiously: "Master, do you know about this Soul Corpse Gu..."
"I don't know, and I don't want to know."
"You have to know even if you don't know! This Gu is a forbidden technique. If one day I am in danger, you will die for me!"
"I have no regrets, so you have to practice hard, live longer for me, and protect yourself." Cong Ran's lips raised slightly, leading to a shallow smile. This silent smile seemed vague, but it was
It was thought-provoking and deeply imprinted in Ye Chen's mind, making him unforgettable for a long time.
Little... little master actually smiled? And he smiled at him?
He thought he was going to be whipped again this time.
When he was stunned, she said: "Come here."
"What's wrong?"
Ye Chen followed her into the room, sat on a chair, took out a bottle of medicine from Ran's drawer, walked up to him, and gestured to lift his sleeves.
Before his hands could touch Ye Chen's clothes, the latter trembled and avoided, "Master...Master, what do you mean?"
What's going on? Isn't the little master happy to thank Fang Fang? How can he still have time to take care of him?
Congran looked at him curiously: "In the fight just now, you were beaten all over your arms and legs. What are you hiding from? I will help you give me medicine."
Maybe people have experienced too much, and their desire for things is not that great. In his previous life, in order to get the attention of the young master, he tried to cause trouble and made Liangzhou Hall uneasy.
Now, Ye Chen just said casually: "It's okay... I'll be there on my own, I won't bother you."
In response to his respectful attitude, Cong Ran's face turned dark again after finally clearing up.
The young master was probably really angry. She took out a mahogany sword and threw it to him, saying concisely and concisely: "That's it. I'm tired today as a teacher. Recently, you have been practicing flying with the sword, and then I will teach you other techniques."
"
Ye Chen, who hurriedly caught the wooden sword, received the order and said sincerely: "Master, this disciple has never been exposed to the magic of immortality. Just how to control a sword will probably take him a few months. Please teach me more during this time."
Let's learn the exercises from senior brother, I can practice slowly here by myself."
Inner ios: If you can’t afford to offend the little master, you can still afford to hide, right?
As soon as Xie Fang was mentioned, Cong Ran could no longer hold back his emotions and said cheerfully: "Why do you mention him again?"
Seeing that Cong Ran looked unhappy, he was speechless for a moment and said with a guilty conscience: "My disciple feels that senior brother is a malleable talent and needs to be cultivated more...I am a rotten wood...it takes a lot of effort to carve it out."
Ye Chen's mouth is always one step ahead of his brain. How could he say this casually in his heart? It seems that he is very jealous and jealous! His face is wrinkled and he really wants to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it. He doesn't want to look directly.
Little Master.
Cong Ran was unmoved when he heard the words, and there was not even a trace of emotion on his face. In order to save his image, Ye Chen wanted to say a few more words.
However, God seemed to be displeased with him, and made a loud noise. Fireworks shaped like almonds exploded in the air, and the color was extremely bright. Even in the daytime, you could see them extremely clearly.
Seeing this pattern, Ye Chen's heart skipped a beat.
Setting off firecrackers and fireworks is a celebration. There has been no holiday recently and nothing good has happened. Anyway, no one in Salvation would set off fireworks to congratulate him on becoming a disciple of Fuyao Immortal Lord.
Could it be...that someone is sending a distress signal?
"Master, something happened over there?" he asked hesitantly.
Cong Ran was stunned, nodded, extinguished the still-burning lamp, raised his hand and quickly took him into his arms. The Sui Feng Sword sensed its master's uneasiness, and expanded itself tenfold. The two of them stood on top and flew out of the boat.
Hall, rush towards the place where the fireworks are set off.