Really not a villain

The secluded garden is shaded by green bamboos on both sides, and a winding path leads to seclusion.

Meng Tingshen walked to the end of the bluestone road, knocked on the door, and called out: "Master."

No one answered in the house.

He stood quietly in front of the door with a humble expression, but neither humble nor overbearing.

After a while, a voice finally came from inside the room: "Come in."

There is an emerald screen in the middle of the room, and behind it is a soft wall.Meng Tingshen did not go around, stood still beside the emerald screen, and said, "Master, this disciple has something to say."

"Master, I know what you want to say." Xuan Xichen rested one hand on the bed, with no hair tied, and a silk dress casually draped over his body, lazy but not disrespectful, and said casually, "These In the past few years, as long as you are not in retreat, you will come to say a few words for him every few days."

"Master..."

"My teacher also said that I will no longer pursue the matter of the Nanzhou Inspection Department, and I will not restrain Zhao Wuwang more." Xuan Xichen said lightly, "Everything has a karmic cycle, and he has fallen into Zhao Wuwang's hands several times. Life, you can't force it. Can you protect him for the rest of his life?"

Meng Ting said deeply: "Since Master knows what Zhao Wuwang did, why do you let this kind of person stay in Xianmen, and even entrust him with important use?"

"Are you accusing me of being a teacher?"

"The disciple dare not."

Xuan Xichen sat up, took the teacup in hand, and took a sip: "In front of so many fairy masters, he dared to say something like asking Tianjing to be on him, and he never thought about the consequences? To make you so embarrassed , have you thought about it for you?"

"He thought the apprentice would not show up."

"But you not only showed up, but also refuted the face of many people." Xuan Xichen closed the tea lid with a clang, "No matter what, this person cannot be kept."

Meng Ting was shocked and said: "Master?!"

"As the next Immortal Lord of Qingyun Terrace, you feel sad and worried about him! How can I keep him!" Xuan Xichen waved his sleeves, "The Wentian Sacrifice is a very special sacrifice that does not need to pay a price. However, this If one of the key Wentian mirrors is missing, a living person has to be found to replace it. All in all, he can't escape this calamity, so don't talk too much!"

Meng Ting's complexion changed drastically, he turned to leave, but just as his hand touched the door frame, it was slammed away.

Xuan Xichen said: "Do you think that there is a screen and you are on guard, so you won't be able to stay as a teacher? You are too underestimating the realm of harmony. You can wait here with peace of mind. When the Wentian Festival is over, you will be a teacher. I will let you out."

Ling Yun kicked open the door, broke into the room, violently shook Mu Jiangling awake, and said, "Follow me to the altar."

Mu Jiangling was dizzy from being shaken: "Hey, don't shake me, I'm awake...Why are you going to the altar again? Isn't Tianji Festival Huang? Did they find Tianjing?"

"Of course not." Ling Yun dragged him off the bed rudely, "If you can't find it, you won't find it. It's fine if you go or not. Be honest, don't play tricks."

"Me?" Mu Jiangling was still seriously injured, barely holding on to the bedpost to stand still, and said in a daze, "What can I do?"

Ling Yun sneered: "A living sacrifice."

The eleven mirrors of asking the sky are placed one by one on the white marble pillars of the altar.When Mu Jiangling was bound and pushed onto the altar, he took a quick look around but didn't see Meng Tingshen.

Xuan Xichen stepped on the fairy sword, came over and lifted him up, and threw him on top of the last white marble pillar.

"Wait!" Mu Jiangling struggled to get up, the bandages were faintly red, presumably the wound was open, he still ignored him and shouted at Xuan Xichen, "Where are the others, Senior Brother Meng?"

Xuan Xichen stopped, turned around and said, "You still think about my apprentice coming to save you?"

"No, he, is he okay?"

"How can something happen to the deity's direct disciple, it's very good." Xuan Xichen glanced at him, and said meaningfully, "In the future, it will be better."

Mu Jiangling was not an idiot, so he naturally understood the meaning of the words.That's right, the apprentice who has been taught so hard by others, who has nothing to do all day long and has nothing to do with an irrelevant person, who is not upset?He couldn't help but smiled wryly, and lay down obediently.His chest felt tight, and he couldn't help coughing a few times.A puddle of blood coughed on the edge of the jade pillar and slowly trickled down.

The Wentian Festival has finally begun.

The ancient and obscure spells changed from chaos to order, and the entire altar gradually emitted a white and pure light, swallowing the eleven mirrors together with the people.Mu Jiangling was wrapped in a milky white halo, something seeped into his body little by little, warm and comfortable.

This is a living sacrifice?How is it similar to sunbathing on the beach?

Mu Jiangling was about to fall asleep.The body is getting lighter and lighter, so light that it seems that all the internal organs have disappeared, and even the consciousness is blurred.The lukewarm spells, as if they heard some order, suddenly staggered and spun.The body sank suddenly, it was cold and cold, a piercing pain emanated from somewhere in the body, jumping up and down, cramping and turning around like peeling skin.Mu Jiangling's eyes widened, his face was distorted, and his seven orifices were bleeding.The softness just now had penetrated into the bones, and all the strength was withdrawn, a scream was choked in the throat, and it was difficult to utter.

Xuan Xichen looked at the towering white marble pillars, and sighed inaudibly.

Suddenly someone below exclaimed: "What's going on? The lake has a vortex? Is it raining?" "I don't know, look, there is a big crack in the enchantment!" "It's broken!! ! The enchantment is broken!!! The water is flooded, flooded in!!!!!!”

Xuan Xichen stepped on his sword and flew out, swung his sleeve to block the crack in the barrier, and shouted: "Who is here?"

A water sword shot over quickly, cutting off a white marble pillar engraved with runes, and then roaring, turned into a water dragon, slammed into the barrier, smashing it into pieces easily.The monstrous waves were accompanied by a furious voice: "Who are you going to sacrifice my things to?!"

Xuan Xichen stood in front of him for a while, and the rest of the casual cultivators quickly used the Water Avoidance Art.Even so, he was still twisted by the current, and his heart was extremely horrified.

The Immortal Master of Busi Pavilion is good at the art of water. At this time, he passed the other Immortal Lords, stood at the front, and took over the water-proof enchantment laid by Xuan Yichen.

Xuan Xichen said: "I'm sorry, Immortal Wuma."

Wumayou raised her eyebrows, and said: "Mu Jiangling harmed a hundred disciples of my Busi Pavilion, and the person who came to rescue him is also my enemy of Busi Pavilion, why should Immortal Master Xuan be so polite?"

She bit the word "why" very hard.

Qingyu Mountain's Busi Pavilion is considered a special existence among the Twelve Immortal Gates.The Busi Pavilion has always only accepted female disciples, and the discipline is - don't think about the mundane world.Of course, none of the disciples of the immortal sect stayed on the immortal mountain, and they didn't think about the mundane world, which means they didn't think about love.The outside world said that the disciples of Qingyu Mountain were all as beautiful as heavenly immortals, but unfortunately they were also as cold as ice, and their exquisite hearts were broken.

Xuan Xichen didn't care about it either, and said with a slight smile: "How does this person control water in the eyes of Immortal Wuma?"

Wumayou thought for a while and said affirmatively, "It's above me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone became a little dignified.

Most of the altar over there had been washed away, and a black figure appeared, stepping on a water dragon, and holding a person in his arms.

Mu Jiangling opened his eyes, and a familiar face was vaguely reflected in the bloodshot eyes.He looked at it for a while, then said softly: "...Ying...Chen?"

Ying Chen didn't hear this faint call.He is furious and furious, ready to raze this place to the ground with thunder, and crush all these cowardly mortals to death.

As the saying goes, dragons have reverse scales, and if you touch them, you will die.

Taking a sacrifice from one god and giving it to another god is like slapping the face of the previous god alive, almost pointing his nose and saying "I don't see you as a god".And Ying Chen, who has been in the mortal world pitifully for thousands of years, is what he hates the most.

Mu Jiangling called again in his arms: "Ying, Chen..."

Ying Chen heard it this time.He lowered his head and finally realized that the mortal in his arms seemed to be dying.Suddenly all the noise and the blood on his face faded away.

Mu Jiangling's seven orifices were continuously bleeding, miserable and terrifying, he was still struggling and said: "That letter...a love..."

"You...can't..." he murmured.

"Bring, bring, he...save..."

"I can't die." Ying Chen suddenly dropped the stunned and terrified monks, and ran towards the surface of the water on the water dragon without looking back.When he jumped out of the lake, he half-kneeled on the faucet, freed his hand to take off one of his agate earrings, carefully put it into Mu Jiangling's mouth, hugged him tightly again, and said in a low voice, "Please, don't died."

The water dragon flew past the surface of the lake, thunder and lightning flashed faintly in the sky, snow particles mixed with raindrops hit the head and face, and the clouds in the sky twisted into a huge whirlpool, churning wildly like crazy.

The sky is in chaos.

Ying Chen just stared at the person in his arms, and every weak breath affected his mind.

The thin agate bracelet on the wrist has been broken in half, and the remaining half is about to break.The water dragon is still accelerating.A thick thunderbolt struck Dongting Lake fiercely, almost splitting the water of the lake.

The water waves under his feet were turbulent, Ying Chen controlled the water dragon to stop, and slowly raised his head: "God's punishment?"

He looked at the sky, and a sneer of arrogance gradually appeared on his face: "Come on!"

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