How did the promised redemption villain become marriage first and love later?

Eater?

Bloody?

How do these two things connect?

No matter how powerful the devouring spirit is, it is nothing more than a magic weapon for increasing power. How can there be such a thing as a bloodbath?

"The bowl itself is not important, what is important is the pattern," Hua Jihan said logically, "Congenital defects can make a great way, only this kind of slightly defective thing can carry the kind of spirit pattern I saw before!"

Spirit pattern?Shen Xitang thought of the patterns painted on the wall that were very similar to the spirit devouring.

That's what it was supposed to do.

"If you are interested, you can try to draw by yourself," Hua Jihan pointed to the wall, "but it's just that few people succeed."

Shen Xitang picked up the pen and drew around the bowl carefully.

Strange to say, the pen and ink was originally black, but when it fell on the surface of the bowl, it became transparent and emitted a green light.

In this transparent state, Shen Xitang naturally couldn't see what he was painting, so he could only draw on instinct.

At first, she could still see the patterns on the wall, but later on, she basically couldn't see the bowl of noodles clearly, so she could only keep drawing down according to her own ideas.

But the green light didn't last long before it gradually went out, leaving only the crookedly painted bowl in her hand.

Just, I don’t know if I don’t look at it, but she is really ugly when I look at it.

"Failed?" Hua Jihan poked his head over to take a look, "It's a good painting, very pretty."

... Teacher Xiaohua, are you serious!

"It's not surprising. The probability of failure in painting this thing is too high. It's your first time painting it. It's not bad to draw it like this." Hua Jihan took her bowl, "Keep working hard."

Although she was encouraged, Shen Xitang was still not very happy.

"So what counts as success?" she pressed.

"You have to keep the pattern firmly in your heart, and you can draw it with your eyes closed." Hua Jihan took a closer look at the pattern, "After all, it belongs to the Ji family."

It's the Ji family again.

What a... mysterious family.

After sitting for a while, Shen Xitang received a message.

Elder Sun Yaojin: A Tang, are you there?

Changsun Yaojin: Can you go back to Wanglingxianzong now?

Shen Xitang:? ?what happened?

Changsun Yaojin just sent back an address and didn't have any extra words.

"Teacher Xiaohua, can I... go home now?" Shen Xitang was a little embarrassed, "There seems to be something wrong with Wangling Xianzong."

"It's not impossible to go back, but you still have to bring the books you should bring." Hua Jihan took out a stack of books from behind, "I will check when you come back."

"Check, you can check everything," Shen Xitang agreed, packed those books into Yunshan Luan, and flew to Wanglingxianzong.

*

Wang Lingxianzong.

On Feixue Peak.

There were anxious disciples all the way, there was no more laughter and laughter on Feixue Peak, and everyone looked solemn as if they were facing an enemy.

Shen Xitang ran all the way up, and when he reached the top of Feixue Peak, he found many people standing in Changsun Qingxue's courtyard.

"A Tang, you're back," Changsun Yaojin saw her, as if she had seen a life-saving straw, "Aunt just fainted, and I said I wanted to see you before I passed out."

"See me?" Shen Xitang pointed to himself, "What do you see me for?"

"Who knows, she never woke up after she passed out. I came here after receiving news from other sisters, and they told me that."

Shen Xitang looked around, and the teachers and sisters who were very happy in the past all stopped laughing and just looked at her worriedly.

"A Tang, I'll leave this to you," Si Xinyan said slowly, "We've already lost spiritual energy, but there's nothing we can do."

Bearing everyone's expectations, Shen Xitang came to Changsun Qingxue House.

Speaking of which, she hasn't seen Changsun Qingxue for a long time, and the last time she met was at Changsun's house, she went back to the sect beforehand.

After all, he is also the majestic master of the peak, how could he fall into this kind of sorcery?

Could it be that Pillow Silence is playing tricks again?

Shen Xitang took a closer look at her state again, and saw that her hands were clasped in front of her body, which was actually the same posture as Chang Sun Qingsong!

Could it be that Pillow Silence is making a comeback!

Shen Xitang was shocked.

She has always known the power of the Pillow Silence Clone, so she didn't say anything, but continued to observe the state of Changsun Qingxue.

After a full body check, she found some problems.

Although she is in the same condition as grandson Qingsong, she is not actually aging.

That proves that things are still promising.

Now it is only necessary to find the direction where Changsun Qingxue's spiritual energy is draining.

"Yao Jin, come here," Shen Xitang called her over, "Is your magic weapon for storing spiritual energy still there?"

Changsun Yaojin saw that she had been called, and hurriedly handed over the things: "I am here, how do I use it?"

Shen Xitang knew that there was still some aura left in it, so he injected that aura into Changsun Qingxue's body.

Sure enough, the spiritual energy in Changsun Qingxue's body was already very scarce and was still being lost. After this new strand of spiritual energy was injected, Shen Xitang finally saw the direction of the spiritual energy clearly.

The fact that the urn holding the spiritual energy is not here proves that the thread of the spiritual energy can be cut!

The aura slowly dissipated, Shen Xitang made a decisive decision, and drew out the Heavenly Reward Sword!

Since it is the ghost of Zhenji, the sword of Daofuqin should be able to cut it that day!

Shen Xitang swung his huge sword and slashed at Changsun Qingxue's head.

"Crack!" Something suddenly shattered.

*

"Oh, it's broken," Zhen Ji looked playfully at the thread in his hand. "It could have worked a little bit."

A-Lian was still sleeping, and ignored him, Zhenji could only put the remaining aura into the fan in a boring way.

When he was at Changsun's house, he imitated a similar pot.

Originally, he wanted to make up for Alian's lost cultivation, but at this time, he didn't know who cut it off.

"Looking Immortal Sect is full of talented people." He shook his head, "Poor A-Lian, she's still sleeping."

"...so why did you lock me in the fan." A faint voice came from the fan.

That aura awakened him, and A-Lian became a little angry from embarrassment.

"I saw that you really dare not approach Shen Xitang, so I decided to help you." Zhen Ji smiled and said, "Why don't you thank me quickly?"

"I'm not...thank you!" A-Lian was a little annoyed, "Where did you get your aura?"

"I made a copy of your previous urn, which I got from Wanglingxianzong," Zhenji said as if claiming credit, "You can't say it's not pure enough this time."

Pillow silence elated.

After all, he has been hated by others for so long, and finally got something good this time, so he has to humiliate him.

"...Thank you," Alian in the fan was a little downcast, "It's still from the eldest grandson's family, right?"

"Indeed, but it shouldn't matter. It's stopped now. I don't know who broke my fake jar," Zhen Ji said nonchalantly, "You weren't so nervous when you wanted to kill someone."

"Besides, if Changsun Feng's main cultivation base was not lacking, I wouldn't be able to take advantage of it." Zhen Ji explained, "At least he is the master of the peak."

"...Forget it, I won't tell you," A-Lian didn't want to talk to him, but just fell asleep again.

Zhen Ji called him a few more times, and was a little annoyed when he saw that he didn't respond.

*

After that subtle "pop", Changsun Qingxue slowly woke up and turned around.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw Shen Xitang and Changsun Yaojin standing in front of the bed with worried faces.

"Auntie, you're awake!" Changsun Yaojin threw herself on her, "I thought..."

"Stupid child, what are you thinking?" Changsun Qingxue stroked her hair, "Isn't Auntie all right?"

Looking at this scene, Shen Xitang felt a little subtle.

After all, when she left here, the relationship between Changsun Yaojin and Changsun's family was still a bit incompatible, but in just a few days, the relationship between their aunt and nephew has become so good.

"Peak Lord Changsun, it's good that you're fine," Shen Xitang breathed a sigh of relief, and said slowly, "I don't know how it became like this?"

"I dealt with some things during my return to the peak, and it became like this," she seemed to be a little confused, "I just remember a black shadow on my head."

Sure enough, it was pillow silence again!Shen Xitang couldn't help thinking, but how did he get in this time!

Or...she had already set up a trap at Changsun's house, and only waited for Changsun Qingxue to be weak?

"Then, Peak Master Changsun, what exactly did you go through when you came back?" Shen Xitang decided to get to the bottom of it, "After all, this thing might have taken advantage of it."

"It's a long story." Sun Qingxue fell into memory.

She left the eldest grandson's house in a hurry that day, and she was indeed a little worried.

One is that those few people are still young and don't know if they can handle the affairs of the eldest grandson's family well, and the other is that what happened in the sect is really unimaginable.

Sui Jing Daojun, who had been in good spirits for hundreds of years, fainted.

*

When Changsun Qingxue received the news, she hurried back to the sect.

After all, among the sects, only Feixue Peak has the most medical practitioners. Everyone has a headache, and they are more used to seeing them. This time, Sui Jing Daojun had such a big incident, so naturally no one dared to act rashly. I can send a communication talisman to Changsun Yaojin so that she can come back quickly.

The eldest grandson Qingxue had no choice but to return to the Wangling Immortal Sect under pressure to diagnose and treat Suijing Daojun.

But she checked many times, only to find out that Sui Jing Daojun's spiritual veins are stable, the spiritual energy is sufficient, and there is no sign of epidemic disease, but he has never woken up.

"I don't know what catastrophe you have encountered." Chen Fujing sighed, pacing back and forth in the room, "otherwise, how could you not wake up for such a long time?"

"This kind of situation is not so much an epidemic, but a heart disease." Ying Baifeng observed the breathing of Sui Jing Daojun: "You can see that his breathing is stable, and it doesn't seem like a nightmare at all."

Ying Baifeng's health seems to have improved a lot in the past few days, and the frequency of coughing has decreased significantly: "Why don't we...take a risk?"

Ying Baifeng stretched out his hand, eager to try.

"Brother Ying, your body is just right, so don't overwork yourself," Ruan Xiaozhen advised, "After all, your spells still consume a lot of spiritual energy."

"But if the Daoist Lord doesn't wake up, the world will be in chaos," Ying Baifeng said helplessly, "If there is something wrong with me, Yu Shankui will naturally help me manage Changmeng Peak."

"Brother, wait a minute," Changsun Qingxue stopped him, "Even if you want to go, you can't go alone."

Ying Baifeng saw his elder Sun Qingxue aware of his purpose, and couldn't help laughing: "As expected of the best medical practitioner in the Wangling Immortal Sect, with your help, I really won a lot of victories."

"There is no need to say such things anymore," Changsun Qingxue said seriously, "Do you want to enter the dream of Daojun?"

Ying Baifeng didn't expect the elder Sun Qingxue to know so much, he was a little stunned: "How do you know that?"

"It's my fault that I'm a medical practitioner. I haven't seen what kind of patients." Her eyes were firm, "But the higher the cultivation level, the higher the protection level of the 'dream'. People with a cultivation base like Daojun want to go in." I’m afraid it will take some effort.”

"But this is the only way now." Changsun Qingxue didn't have any intention of retreating, "Brother Ying, you just need to help me."

Seeing that she had made up her mind to go, Ying Baifeng stretched out his hand to cover Daojun Sui Jing's chest.

"What can you say?" The bright yellow light under his hands became more and more dazzling. "In our dreams, we will be grasshoppers on a rope."

"I will leave the matter of protecting the Dharma to everyone. If there is any change in Daoist Sui Jing, just deal with it directly."

After hearing this, everyone was shocked.

This is implying that Sui Jing Daojun may have gone mad in his dream.

It stands to reason that at Sui Jing Daojun's level of cultivation, unless he forcibly breaks through the realm, there will be no madness, but apart from this, there is no other reason why he is unconscious.

The bright yellow light surrounded Changsun Qingxue and Ying Baifeng, and they disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"If this catastrophe can be passed... Wangling Xianzong can be regarded as a great fortune." Chen Fujing muttered to himself, looking into the distance.

On the other side, Ying Baifeng and Changsun Qingxue came to the dream of Sui Jing Daojun.

I thought there would be a thick barrier inside, and the two of them were even ready to fight, but they didn't expect that there was really only a wasteland inside.

"Senior Brother Ying, let me check." Changsun Qingxue put her hands on the ground, wanting to sense the position of Daoist Sui Jing.

"Fortunately, I brought you here, otherwise I really don't know what to do," Ying Baifeng looked at the wasteland, "First find the location of Daojun."

At the moment of speaking, Changsun Qingxue's hand suddenly emitted a dazzling turquoise, "Over there!"

The two didn't dare to delay, and ran after the turquoise light as far away as possible.

The wilderness seemed boundless, but walking was almost a thousand miles a step. After walking not far, they felt a powerful spiritual force.

This powerful spiritual power has built a transparent enchantment.

Just when the two wanted to take a closer look, a huge amount of dust rolled up on the flat ground, and they could barely open their eyes.

After the dust passed, a huge barrier was in front of him, Changsun Qingxue barely opened his eyes, but was startled by the sight in front of him.

"Brother, you see that Daojun is inside," she ran to the barrier in three steps at a time, "he is still awake, he is not insane!"