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The stars and the moon were lowered, and there was a flash of light beyond the barrier of the sky boat, and a figure appeared, as if there was another person on his back, which was vaguely invisible.

"Who?" The disciple on duty stepped forward to take a look, only to find that it was Zhaoru who hadn't returned for a long time.

"Master?" The disciple saluted quickly, then looked at the man on Zhaoru's back, "Master, is this?"

Zhao Ru was dressed in white, and the tight girdle made her look even thinner. Her straight spine was slightly bent as if she couldn't bear the weight on her back.The sapphire worn on the forehead for many years has been removed, revealing a smooth forehead, reflecting the moonlight, it is a little less soft and a little more indifferent. Hearing this, he just raised his eyes coldly and did not answer.

That disciple also knew Zhaoru before, although he was a little hesitant at the moment that the other party changed his usual attitude, he still did not forget to fulfill his duties, "Master, maybe you forgot, Tianfang ban, outsiders are not allowed to enter unless they are apprentices."

One realm has its own rules, mortals are mortals, how can they enter the realm of cultivating immortals!This is not because the cultivators are superior to others, consciously superior to ordinary people, and set up a boundary to separate the two. It is because the two worlds are orderly and disparate in power. If there is no reason to disturb the other world, there will be retribution.

Therefore, except for the protection of immortals who need the protection of demons, there are few traces of immortals in the world. Even if they need to go down the mountain, immortals must hide from their tracks and not have too close contacts with ordinary people.The sects of cultivating immortals even set up barriers, strictly prohibiting ordinary people from entering without reason, and even prohibiting disciples from attracting outsiders.

What's more... Although the man looked calm, he had already lost his breath. Strictly speaking, he was no longer a person.Uncle Zhaoru hasn't returned to the mountain for a long time, but this time when he returned to Tianfang, he seemed to be dazed.

"Okay." Zhaoru paused for a moment, then agreed.She lowered her head, her blue hair was blown by the mountain wind, covering her face, and she couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

The disciple finally breathed a sigh of relief, took a step forward and was about to say something, but saw that his feet sank, and the cold air surged up from his feet, and he was frozen.He opened his mouth to call out loudly, but found that he couldn't make any sound...

It is the most basic ice coagulation technique, which uses black ice to seal the human body's insensibility. Only when the technique is solved can one be freed, otherwise one will remain unconscious until the end of one's lifespan.

The person next to him was startled to feel that there was something different in this place, so he flew over quickly, and happened to see a little brilliance disappearing from Zhaoru's fingertips, while his fellow disciples had been frozen in place by the spell, so startled, he quickly pinched a signal for help towards the night sky ,, The golden warning pierced the dark night sky, bright and dazzling.

Zhaoru drew his long sword, showing no expression on his face.From the moment she decided to return to Tianfang, she knew that there was no turning back on this road, and she couldn't wait for a moment.

There are already a dozen or so disciples gathered in front of her, all of whom she has met and even personally instructed, but now she has to go past them, as long as she sees Master... The man on the back no longer hesitated.

The junior disciples are nothing to be afraid of, Zhaoru carried Jing Qingfeng on his back up the stairs, and the juniors he met along the way were almost frozen in place by Zhaoru just by meeting each other.Zhaoru took a deep breath and climbed the last step, the relaxed look on his face was still there, and when he saw the person standing in front of him, his heart sank.

"Brother." Zhaoru smiled wryly.Seeing this person again now, it is actually peaceful, the mood of joy and sorrow for his every move at the beginning seems to have faded away without a trace.

Sure enough, no matter how many movements he made, he couldn't escape Zhaoqi's perception.Zhao Qi stood on the steps, looked down at her, and was indifferently puzzled, "Put that person down and follow me to plead guilty, it's still too late——for a mortal like an ant, are you crazy?"

Zhaoru laughed softly, her voice was hoarse and bitter, as rough as sandpaper polished, "Brother, if you still remember some of the feelings we had when we practiced together, please make way, I can't wait any longer. "

Zhao Qi said coldly, "I can probably guess what you are going to do. Impossible. I can't do it knowingly. What's more, Uncle Yunhua is still in retreat, how can I disturb you lightly!"

Is that really the case... Zhaoru raised his head, his eyes were as calm as water, "If senior brother didn't want to do this, then I have nothing to say."

Neither willing to give in, nor willing to help.They can only meet each other with swords.I never thought that after seeing each other after so many days, the two of you and I would face each other with swords drawn one day.Zhaoru sighed in his heart, and rushed forward first.A few years ago, Zhaoru only narrowly won in the big competition of the same school, and facing Zhaoqi was really the last situation she wanted to see.

Zhaoru doesn't want to get entangled with him, but Zhaoqi has already seen her intentions, even if she is thrown off for a while, she can still catch up quickly.If the delay continues, more people will surely come.

Under the astonishment of the other party's eyes, Zhaoru finally made up his mind to strike fiercely - anyway, he had already violated the door rules, so it was not bad at all.It doesn't matter whether you live or die, and what matters is cultivating immortals!Feeling the rising strength brought about by the boiling spiritual energy in his whole body, Zhaoru felt a little bit of revenge in his grief.

In the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain, Zhao Yuan seemed to have sensed something, and woke up from the slumber. The spirit of the mountain guard screamed piercingly in front of him, and the light clusters flickered up and down, disturbing people's peace.

The spirit of guarding the mountain is closely related to Tianfang, and has always been keenly aware. The warning is definitely not groundless. Could it be that something happened to Tianfang?Zhao Yuan frowned, stretched out his hand to take Shan Ling, closed his eyes to sense it, and opened his eyes in surprise a moment later, he hurried out of the forbidden area without caring about explaining.

"stop!"

Zhaoyuan flashed all the way, and when he arrived, he saw Zhaoru's sword penetrated Zhaoqi's right shoulder and seriously injured him.

"Zhaoru?!" Zhao Yuan ignored the usual estrangement, and subconsciously flew forward to catch the semi-conscious senior brother, and raised his head in disbelief, "What's wrong with you?"

With a sound of "Boom", Zhaoru seemed to be brought back to his mind by the roar, his fingers trembled and the long sword fell straight on the stone steps, staring at Zhaoqi's blood-stained wound with a pair of apricot eyes, crying It involuntarily spilled out of the eye sockets.

All the way to be merciful and careful all the way, she finally hurt her fellow disciples.

Zhaoru took a step back, holding Jing Qingfeng's body tightly on his back, as if seeking the last pillar, his fingertips trembled so much that he could hardly grasp it.Zhao Yuan quickly stopped the bleeding for Zhao Qi, laying it flat on the spot, stood up and wanted to approach her, but the other party avoided her like a snake and scorpion, pulling away the distance between the two of them, his whole body tensed.

Zhaoru looked directly into his clear eyes, and said shyly, "Even you, want to block me?"

Zhao Yuan felt the other party's rapidly fading spiritual power, "Although I don't know why you are like this, and what happened...you go, I am here, and no one can stop you."

Zhaoru took a deep look at him, didn't care much, and finally said, "Thank you very much."

Master...

Zhaoru hurried all the way, and finally arrived at the foot of his own mountain.Looking at the majestic green mountains, green pines and green bamboos, tears blurred my eyes.The enchantment of this mountain touched her body, opening the door for her as always, but, I am afraid this is the last time she will come here in this life.

"Master..." Zhaoru knocked her knees on the bluestone slab, making a heavy thud, untied the green jade that was placed on Jing Qingfeng's body with both hands, lifted it high, and shook her head towards the top of the mountain. "Disciple Zhaoru, ask for help!"