Someone always hinders my strategy

"No need." Wan Yan raised his head, his face still a little pale, "You need to pay contribution points to withdraw from the mission without reason, but you don't need it if you have enough reasons."

He walked to the little brother who was in charge of the registration, and handed over his jade stone: "I suddenly feel unwell, I am afraid that my cultivation base has not been consolidated, and I need to retreat for a while, and I am worried that I will delay the time for these tasks, so I will retreat. Alright."

The little brother looked up at Wan Yan, seeing that his face was really pale and his footsteps were sloppy, so he nodded, pinched his fingers, swayed on the jade stone, and said: "It's fine."

"Thank you." Wan Yan saluted, then turned and walked towards Wang Baiwan, "You can go to accept the task."

"You..." Wang Baiwan showed a look of hesitation, and for the first time felt a little regret for his behavior of grabbing the task, "Are you okay?"

Wan Yan smiled and shook his head: "It's okay, don't worry, it has nothing to do with you."

Wang Baiwan frowned, and still said: "I, Wang Baiwan, will remember this matter. You are not bad. I will protect you in the future!"

Wan Yan chuckled, but didn't reply.

Walking in front of the crane, even the crane felt that something was wrong with Wan Yao, and rubbed against Wan Yao's hand with some reassurance, making Wan Yao laugh out of the tickle.

Smiling and laughing, tears also came down together.

Wan Yan hurriedly stepped onto the crane, hugged it and walked away without letting others see it.

In the air, Wanjiao's eyes hurt a little from the wind, and he couldn't help asking in his heart: Why him?

He had died many times, and the one that impressed him the most was the time he cut his throat. His throat hurt so much, and the pain is still hard to forget. Even though it didn't last long and was far less than the pain of illness, he still remembered it deeply.

But this deep memory has been replaced at this moment.

That was... the pain of being cut in half, and a deeper pain in my heart.

Mixed with disbelief and sadness, the unspeakable pain made the impression of pain in Wanjiao's memory suddenly deepened a lot.

Perhaps because this body is still small, this kind of pain actually made Wanjiao cry.

Back at Yanghe Mountain, the first thing I saw was Yingqiu Mountain, meeting his gaze, Wan Yan suddenly couldn't lift her head up.

But Ying Qiushan didn't say anything to him, only said: "Is there anything you don't understand about cultivation?"

This incident was revealed in this way.

However, this is not the end.

Wan Yan practiced swordsmanship in the mountains for half a year. During this time, he listened to Ying Qiushan explaining to him many problems that he could not understand before, and he had a lot of experience in his heart, so he put aside the task and settled down to practice swordsmanship. At any rate, he got used to this child's body, picked up some of his previous sword skills, and gained a lot of new ideas.

Suddenly one day, a message came to Yanghe Mountain and called Yingqiu Mountain away. Not long after, Wan Yan was also called away.

He was brought into a large hall, many of the elders sitting in it were the elders whom Ying Qiushan had brought him to recognize before, and Ying Qiushan was also among them.

Suddenly, a black-faced Taoist shouted, "Qinghe, you are guilty!"

Wan Yao frowned, he didn't know where his crime was, but before he could open his mouth, Ying Qiushan said: "Wang Yan, Qinghe is the disciple of the deity, you haven't asked yet, what crime should you convict?"

Wang Yan, that is, the black-faced Taoist snorted coldly, and said, "Qinghe, do you know that my disciple Wang Baiwan?"

Wan Yao thought about it briefly, and then remembered the mission of the porcupine porcupine half a year ago. Thinking that he had contact with Wang Baiwan because of such an incident, it must be related to this incident, so...whether it will be Could it be Zhen Ai?

Although there were a lot of guesses in his heart, Wan Yao didn't show it on the surface, he just acted like he was thinking, and then said: "But there is a problem with the mission of the porcupine porcupine?"

"It really is you!" Wang Yan immediately convicted Wan Yao when he heard the words.

"Wang Yan!" Before Wan Yan could speak, Ying Qiushan patted a chair, obviously a little angry, "Qinghe never said that he was related to that mission."

Wang Yan immediately retorted: "If it has nothing to do with it, how can you tell where the problem is right away?"

Ying Qiushan caressed his hand and said: "Qinghe is intelligent, it is not difficult to guess this point."

Wang Yan immediately sneered: "Smart? It's just your own rhetoric!"

"You!" Ying Qiushan stood up, wishing to beat up this troublesome and savage person in front of him in order to dispel his anger.

"Quiet." In the end, the Taoist in the first seat spoke. The Taoist looked very young, but the complex array pattern outlined by the golden silk thread on the white robe reflected his identity.

The head is Ling Yiqing.

The Taoist picked up the tea on the table at the side, blew on the bubbling white smoke, and said softly: "Please calm down, two senior brothers, and listen to this disciple's explanation?" , with a charm that made everyone listen to his words.

Wan Yan then said: "The disciple and Wang Baiwan were involved in the mission of stabbing the porcupine. Since Elder Wang asked this way, I think there is something wrong with the mission, but I don't know, what happened to Wang Baiwan from the same sect. What made the elder so angry?"

Wang Yan sneered: "You are so smart, guess what happened to him!"

It was the leader who answered Wan Yan's question: "Wang Baiwan disappeared for nearly half a year after accepting the task of exterminating the porcupine porcupines. After sending people to investigate, someone found his body in Nanshan."

"A corpse infested with demonic energy." Wang Yansen's cold voice followed, "Qinghe, tell me, are you related to this matter?"

Wan Yan frowned, he knew that Zhen Ai was a demon, even from the situation in his previous life, he had nothing to do with Demon Cultivation, could there be other characters in it?

"Qinghe, let me ask you." The headmaster's gentle voice sounded, "Why did you cancel the mission in the first place? But... know about Moxiu?"

This question was a bit heartbreaking, almost immediately, Ying Qiushan was about to jump up, but was pushed down by the elders.

Wan Yao also knew that the matter was serious, so he organized some words in his mind and said: "The disciple originally followed the master's order to go to the office to take some tasks to exercise his body, but it was after the disciple took the task that he suddenly felt unwell. I thought it was because I stayed in the Library Pavilion for too long and there were still many shortcomings in my practice, so I decided to come back first to listen to Master's teachings."

Hearing this, Ying Qiushan nodded, showing a little pride on his face.

"It just so happens that Wang Baiwan's fellow sect seems to be in urgent need of contribution points, so the disciple gave him the task. I never thought that such a tragedy would happen." Wan Yan's eyebrows were a little sad, "I knew it would be like this, the disciple would have done it at that time." This task should not have been passed up."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Ying Qiushan frowned, "It's not a question of letting go, if you go, something will happen!"

"Senior brother is right." The head of the sect looked at the elder of the office with some seriousness at first, "This matter is a problem of the office. I didn't check the source of the task properly, causing the disciples in the door to have accidents, and they should be punished." Then he turned to Wan Wan He said gently, "And this matter is just a coincidence, so you don't have to blame yourself too much."

Wan Yao bowed his head and said yes, no one spoke on the field for a while, and after a while, Wan Yao was taken down, thinking that this matter would have nothing to do with him in the future.

I don't know the years of practice in the mountains. This incident seems to be just a small wave, which has nothing to do with a young disciple like Wanjiao. However, I learned about this again two years later. The brother who had never met before was going back. Fei Yi turned to Nanshan to kill the demon cultivator hidden in the depths of Nanshan.

Two years have passed since Wang Baiwan's death. During this period, as if to avoid Wan Yan, no news came to his ears, and Wan Yan also settled down to practice, and his breath gradually became full. After reaching the ninth level of Qi training, he is not as high as he was when he came out of the library, and his foundation is very solid.

And the reason why I got this news this time is because the location of the demon cultivator has been completely exposed. Because the demon cultivator's cultivation level is not high, the sect sent many foundation-establishing disciples to kill him, including the one who just came back. Fei Yi, that's why Wan Yan learned a little bit.

It was only after Moxiu was killed that Wan Yao's suspicion was cleared, and the sect finally relaxed the surveillance on him, but Wan Yao's cultivation level that had been rising all the way before suddenly stagnated.

"Qinghe, what are you thinking?" Ying Qiushan's voice suddenly came from behind.

Wan Yao didn't turn around, just looked into the distance, and said in dialect for a long time: "Master, I regret it a little."

Ying Qiushan frowned upon hearing this: "Regret?"

Wan Yao lowered his eyes: "If that day, the apprentice took over the task..."

"Then it will be you who will have the accident."

"No." Wan Yao shook his head, "Everyone has a different way of doing things, and my apprentice will not go the same way as Wang Baiwan. It is unlikely that I will meet that demon cultivator, and the disciple who went to Nanshan to do the task A lot, it wouldn't be that coincidental."

"You're dazzled."

Hearing this, Wan Yan was a little dazed, and smiled wryly: "Is that so..." In fact, what he regretted was not causing Wang Baiwan's death.

These days, he has been wondering whether the dead Moxiu could be Zhen Ai.With the deepening of his cultivation, he learned more and more things. Once he read in a book that becoming a demon cultivator does not necessarily mean that he practiced the skills of a demon cultivator, or he was born a demon. There is another possibility .

That is obsession.

He still remembers the madness on Zhen Ai's face when he pierced his waist with his hand before, but now that he thinks about it, he might be possessed by a demon.

Wan Yan comforted himself, maybe he was wrong, but two years later, Zhen Ai never came to him.

This has never happened before, no matter how strict he is, Zhen Ai, who has hatred for him, will come to kill him, but no.

why not?Because Zhen Ai was also escaping from hunting during this time.

Thinking about it this way, the more credible this conjecture is, the more Wan Yao blames himself and regrets it.

"What are you hesitating for?" Suddenly, Ying Qiushan's voice interrupted Wanjiao's thinking, "Qinghe, do you know what a sword repair is?"

Wan Yao turned around and looked, the figures of his somewhat unreliable masters seemed extremely tall at the moment, which made him a little dazed: "I don't know."

Ying Qiushan stared into his eyes. In his eyes was the master's love for his disciples, but his words were as firm as describing his own beliefs: "Sword cultivator, you should go forward without any obstacles, and nothing can shake my heart!"

After finishing speaking, he softened his voice: "Qinghe, do you understand?"

Wan Yan suddenly seemed to be awakened, and his eyes showed reverence: "Thank you for your teaching, Master."

Only then did Ying Qiushan curl the corners of his mouth a little bit in satisfaction, and then flattened it instantly: "It's good that you know." After speaking, it was as if the task had been completed, and he left here in a good mood.

Behind Wanjiao looked calm, all the previous troubles and hesitation were thrown away, and a gust of wind blew away, taking away his words that only one person could hear.

"System, load file, locate to the place where the file was automatically loaded last time."

The author has something to say:

Mental activity of liger and tiger: Oh, I showed my aloofness in front of my apprentice brother again today, I feel great!

It’s a bit late today (well, it’s very late) mainly because I came back late after surfing for too long→→

Speaking of which, I ate a bullfrog at the shopping mall outside today, and I feel a little uncomfortable. I don’t know if it’s because of staying up late, and now I still feel a little nauseous.The Dragon Boat Festival is coming, although it is a holiday, everyone should not go out to eat, I have been feeling uncomfortable since eating, I feel that the bullfrog is a bit abnormal>

Regret, I knew I would have gone to another store more firmly. As a person who doesn’t have much diarrhea, I actually feel uncomfortable now, it’s terrible →→