The clenched fists were loosened by Xie Fang's repeated compromises and patience. His head was hanging down, his face was ugly, and his trembling mouth could not utter a complete sentence: "For selfish desires,
Regardless of Daquan...then give me some time, when...how long do you have to wait?"
"Please thank me, Master, for staying calm and at least checking to see if there is any movement."
"This is Ye Chen's territory. There are dangers everywhere. Is there an ambush on the steps?"
The monk who had just come to persuade Xie Fang pursed his lips and said, "Just wait where you are for a while. Forcing a man to marry you is not a trivial matter. Mr. Xie, if you have to fight that devil on your own, it will be a disaster."
, let’s wait until everyone confirms that there is no danger and then go up together.”
Yes
Above the three thousand stairs, in the Demonic Palace Hall, the person sitting was the Nine-Five Supreme Emperor. Even though Xie Fang's cultivation was unparalleled, he still couldn't stop Ye Chen's three moves.
Otherwise, how could he tolerate his master being poached by Ye Chen and turning into a useless person who was imprisoned in the Demon Palace for several years!
If you really deceive your master and destroy your ancestors, you should be thrown into ashes and annihilated after death, and you are not worthy of entering the reincarnation.
Xie Fang closed his eyes and murmured in pain: "Okay, you don't have to say anything. It's up to you to follow or not. My master can't wait any longer, and there is no time to wait. Ye Chen, that beast, has imprisoned his master."
How many years! If it weren’t for you... helping you get out of trouble, how could it be..."
"We didn't say we wouldn't save Immortal Fuyao, it was just a matter of a few minutes earlier and a few minutes later. Could it be that because of you, you fell into the devil's trick for no reason and died miserably here?!"
Another person pulled the monk who spoke in an aggressive tone, and said sincerely: "Please thank Young Master for your understanding."
A palm-sized snowflake fell from the sky and landed on Xie Fang's shoulder. The snow gradually became heavier, turning his hair white and soaking his clothes. But he just pursed his lips tightly, unwilling to say anything, and walked on alone.
What everyone calls the "ambushed" road.
People's hearts are inherently evil, and the definition of good becomes increasingly confusing.
Xie Fang suddenly felt unworthy of his old-fashioned immortal.
It's so not worth it.
The stairs were very long, seemingly endless, but also very short. In just one stick of incense, Xie Yicong arrived in front of the Demon Palace. He stared at the closed door, stretched out his hand, and pushed it open with slightly trembling fingertips.
Upon entering, it is empty.
There were only old furnishings and a few crude columns in the hall, and there was no one on the top seat!
Ye Chen is not here!
Then where is he? Where else can he be! Outside the palace, tens of thousands of monks have arrived at the city. There is no way Ye Chen can disappear into thin air at this juncture. He has no choice but to fight or be killed.
Perhaps due to his anger, Xie Fang's breathing was a little hurried, and his originally black and white eyes were now filled with a lot of resentment.
He entered through the main entrance, exited through the side entrance, and walked around Ye Chen's property. Along the way, he saw some unknown wild flowers blooming in full bloom, which was really beautiful.
The natal sword in his hand trembled slightly as he got closer to the wild flowers.
"Are you even afraid of him?"
Ye Chen frowned in displeasure, lowered his head and glanced at Bai Xiao. As a result, Bai Xiao's sword trembled even more fiercely.
"..."
He wanted to say more, but until he raised his head again, everything became self-evident.
There is a stone tablet among the flowers, with words engraved on it. The handwriting is wild and wild, written casually as if to vent... "The Tomb of Ye Jinhua and Concubine".
Next to it are the dog emperor’s favorite pear blossoms and his own favorite food.
Xie Fang stared blankly for a while, and was shocked: People in the world wished that he would die soon, but no one dared to curse him to death in front of him. He should have erected this tombstone himself.
So...he is dying now?!
Dig your own grave, stop resisting and decide to die.
With Ye Chen's behavior, he would fight to the end even if he still had one breath left. How could he surrender and commit suicide so easily...
Xie Fang no longer thought about plunging into the night and strode towards the brightly lit Qingxin Hall in the back hill.
Then, without hesitation, he pushed open the side hall and broke into the side hall. The door seemed to have been sealed for a long time and made a dull "squeaking" sound. Ye Chen was caught off guard and got a mouthful of ashes. At the moment, he was covering his hands and picking at it irritably.
He coughed with a dry nose and waved his hand in the air.
"You came?"
A low and hoarse voice came up and down, with no sadness or joy, only a feeling of loss. When it fell to Xie Fang's ears, it seemed extremely ironic.
"Where's the Master!"
"What?"
The people sitting in the hall changed their sitting positions, supporting their heads with their hands, and the crowns on their heads swayed slightly. The bead curtains collided together, covering most of their faces, and they were extremely lazy.
Everyone in the world scolded Ye Chen as a scum in the world of cultivation and a devil with three heads and six arms, but he was really good-looking, with a bright and fair face, an angular cold face, dark and deep eyes, and a charming look.
With his appearance of a well-behaved and good man, he deceived the Fuyao Immortal from his compassion and made him a disciple.
Xie Fang was greatly aroused by his behavior and scolded: "Ye Jinhua! Let me ask you, where is our master!"
"Oh, you mean Cong Ran..." Ye Chen slowly opened his sleepy peach blossom eyes, "Why do you have to go see your little master as soon as you see me? As a junior brother, I am very sad."
Xie Fang looked directly at Ye Chen sullenly. Looking at the other person's pale skin and thin face, he already guessed that he had taken poison.
He said: "Fifty years ago, on the day when you went crazy and bloodbathed the world of cultivation and proclaimed yourself king, you should have thought of betraying everyone and becoming enemies of the world!"
Ye Chen said and laughed out loud: "Have I not sat in this position for more than fifty years?"
Xie Fang: "..."
Seeing Xie Fang shrunk, time seemed to go back fifty years ago, when Ye Chen was facing his beloved and ill-tempered senior brother. So, he laughed even louder without shame.
However, due to the poison he had just drunk, he couldn't even think about laughing wildly. He leaned on the back of his chair, his black eyes that saw through the bleak world, and across the passage of time, fell on Xie Fang.
Ye Chen suppressed his smile: "Counting the time, you haven't seen each other for a long time. In Liangzhou Hall, the Liangzhou Hall of salvation, Master is there, but... the person is already dead. If you don't go there, wait...
…When I die too, once her spiritual power is cut off, her body will turn into nothing.”
"Your body? You used a forbidden technique on your master!" Xie Fang froze and took a step back in disbelief, "She is your master! Where is your conscience!"
"She and I have a hatred that cannot be tolerated by nature. How can I tolerate her living in this world? But as a master and disciple, I preserved her body very well." Ye Chen endured the severe pain of rot in his stomach and said,
Slowly.
Xie Fang's eyes were red: "She treats you well, but you destroy everything she has. Are you still a human being?"
Ye Chen seemed to have heard a big joke. He snorted and said disdainfully: "When I was still her apprentice, when did I make mistakes, I was not covered with bruises? In front of everyone, they forced me to kneel down and admit my mistakes to save my face.
Wu Cun. After we broke up with each other, she tried to stop me several times and ruined my great career. Did she treat me badly? Xie Feng, how can I be considered so generous?"
Xie Fang was speechless, and his body was trembling. Bai Xiao sensed the owner's mood swings, and before it tried to comfort him, he shook his head in pain and murmured: "No... you didn't see it clearly."
Ye Chen, once you put aside your so-called hatred and seriously reflect on the past, you will find that Master is actually a hard-spoken person with a soft heart.
She used a cane whip to beat you completely, but she sent me to deliver medicine an hour later.
She made you lose face. How did you know that that night, the light in her room stayed on all night.
She has repeatedly prevented you from sitting on the throne of God's King. In fact, she does not want you to become a sinner through the ages and be buried in infamy.
You don't know all the original difficulties, you only see the surface and hate it for the rest of your life.
There were too many words stuck in his throat. Xie Fang was a young man. He didn't know what to say so that his explanation wouldn't turn into a rebuke.
In the end, he only added: "She has a bad temper and speaks unpleasantly, but even Ning Ning, who often comes in and out of our sect, knows that she treats you very well. How could you misunderstand her like this..."
After a long pause, Ye Chen pursed his lower lip with a calm expression, as if he was sighing again: "Maybe... my little master has been misunderstood by me..."
"and you……"
"If it weren't for her." Ye Chen's voice was a little lower, speaking very slowly, as if he wanted Xie Fang to understand, "I wouldn't have done anything with the things my mother gave me before she died hundreds of years ago.
leave."
With this said, Xie Fang finally understood why during that period of time, the junior brother would take the initiative to propose going down the mountain to practice. After being rejected by the master, he moved out of Liangzhou Hall and went to the resting place for the outer disciples. As for the master, although he still looked the same on the surface
She seems to be fine, but if you look closely, you will see that she is standing in a daze, with silk gloves on her hands.
Fuyao Immortal——Cong Ran.
Their master was used to handling weapons and killing monsters, so one day she suddenly picked up an embroidery needle to sew the girl's knickknacks, and she couldn't escape being pricked with holes by the needles.
She didn't say a word from beginning to end and hid it very well. Xie Fang, who was by her side basically every day, only noticed that Master had taken less rest in recent days.
His abdomen was cramping. Ye Chen's cultivation level was high and the effect of the poison came slowly. He could clearly feel how his lungs were being turned into a pool of blood, and the severe pain of his flesh and blood being crushed made him feel every minute.
Life has been so difficult.
He wants to die...
Get relief.
The veins on Ye Chen's forehead bulged slightly. He forced himself to calm down and exhaled: "Okay, if I hold on to one stick of incense, I will be laid to rest."
"Don't worry, I care deeply about her. Master, she is as beautiful as a flower. I will not cut her into pieces. She lies there...as if she is asleep."
Xie Fang's eyes were moist. He didn't understand why Ye Chen wanted to stir up chaos in the world and then choose to commit suicide. He seemed to have something hidden.
A sweetness surged up in his throat, but Ye Shenwei couldn't suppress it. It overflowed from the corner of his mouth. He coughed a few times, and his white teeth were stained red with blood, but he still didn't care and said in a joking tone: "I'm not leaving yet.
What? If you don’t leave, the little master will turn into ashes..."
The lingering sound echoed in the hall, and it was deathly silent.
Yesterday’s past is gone like smoke, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
The pain from muscle twitching caused Ye Chen to have hallucinations before he died. He bit his lip hard and opened his newly closed eyes.
There was no trace of Xie Fang underneath.
Xie Fang is really good at Qinggong. For him, it only takes about ten minutes to go from the palace of the demons to the human world. Then... there is still a minute or two to catch up on old times.
Ye Chen was able to see Cong Ran again before he died. He held on to his broken body, bit his index finger, and used his position to transport himself to a sect thousands of miles away to save the world.
Liangzhou Pavilion
The girl's boudoir does not have the feeling of a girl's house, but it gives the illusion of being elegant and clean.
The emperor who was hated by the world stood in front of Fuyao Immortal, who was revered by the world.
One was standing, having lost his unruly appearance and put on the attire of a disciple who saved the world; the other was lying down, without the rigid cold face of the past, only remaining excessively quiet and obedient.
Ye Chen's eyes ran across her butterfly-like eyelashes, and her lips were as red as a begonia. His little master seemed to be sleeping, and her appearance was still ageless. If she was still breathing...
It's like a lifetime ago
He possessed him and kissed Congran's forehead like a dragonfly. There was no warmth and it was frighteningly cold. As if he was in a state of panic, he covered a dead man with a quilt, his movements very slow and gentle.
If the old servant of the Demon Palace sees it, he will mistakenly think that the emperor has been taken away.
Even he couldn't tell whether his feelings for her were respect or hatred. The twisted hatred led to the current situation.
Lin Tianjun, the emperor of the world of cultivation, has committed numerous murders and administrative violence. The farce that has lasted for more than fifty years must come to an end.
Outside the Demonic Palace, tens of thousands of monks rushed toward the Qingxin Palace, but nothing came of it. Lord Lintian was not here. However, inside the palace, they found a line of blood words that had just been written on the ground.
I am at the salvation channel, and I want my head to come quickly!
Everyone gasped: How arrogant and unreasonable!
The fire was like a poisonous snake, rushing straight to the top of the mountain, but when they arrived at the Liangzhou Hall where they saved the world, they only saw Xie Fang kneeling in front of a bed, crying so hard.
When they arrived at the Ouija, the evil demon they talked about was dead.
All the previous grudges were ended in an instant. This chapter has been completed!