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When Tong Wu returned to the small courtyard of the Kunlun School that day, it was already late. He knew that Yan Jingchen would be worried, but he didn't expect that Yan Jingchen would be waiting for him outside the door.

From a distance, Tong Wu saw Yan Jingchen's tall and straight figure leaning against the gate of the small courtyard. He looked up at the sky-like water curtain, wondering what he was thinking.

Tong Wu didn't go forward, but stood where he was, looking at Yan Jingchen quietly.

On the two wooden doors of the small courtyard, there is a polished and rounded night pearl, which is supported by a beautiful metal frame. The shining light shines down on Yan Jingchen's straight nose bridge, sprinkles on his long and dense eyelashes, Then Tong Wu saw him fanning his eyelashes, the tiny light was shaken into his eyes, and he became himself smiling at him.

"Are you back?" Yan Jingchen's face was also stained with a smile, he stood up straight, and made a gesture to welcome Tong Wu.

"Well, I'm back."

Tong Wu stepped forward, and gave Yan Jingchen a big hug regardless of whether the timing was right or not. At this moment, he truly realized that the person who hugged him and was hugged by him probably would never be able to live forever. left.

Yan Jingchen noticed Tong Wu's little emotions, patted him on the back, and asked the child coaxingly, "What's the matter? Who was bullied outside?"

Tong Wu shook his head, his voice was muffled, "Yan Jingchen, I won't let you go, and you don't let me go, don't leave me, take me with you wherever you go."

"Silly boy, what are you talking about, wherever I am, there is you, and no one can lose you."

Tong Wu shook his head again, "You are so powerful, you will ascend to the sky one day, nothing is certain except that I will not grow old and die."

Naturally, Yan Jingchen didn't know why Tong Wu said this suddenly, but he was sure of what he wanted, so he slightly distanced himself from Tong Wu, looked into his eyes and said, "Then I won't ascend, let's Let's spend together in the human world until my life span is exhausted."

"Really?"

"real!"

This time it was Tong Wu's turn to laugh at him for being stupid, "Look at you, ascension is such an important thing, isn't it just for this day after you have practiced for so long, how can you give up and just give up? Yan Jingchen, you really can't die, I don't want to waste money Try to find your reincarnation, don't want to endure parting and longing, if one day you ascend, wait for me to recruit you, okay?"

But Yan Jingchen said: "Then, would you like to suffer the lightning disaster of ascension with me?"

Hearing this, Tong Wu was stunned for a few seconds, then felt his nose sore, and actually cried out.

Since he didn't want Yan Jingchen to die, then Yan Jingchen promised him that he would not die and would not abandon him. The sword cultivator's ascension to thunder disaster was ten thousand times heavier than that of ordinary monks. Inviting him to accept it together was an eternal promise to him.

Until this moment, Tong Wu really didn't resent his zombie body, what about outside the Three Realms?To meet Yan Jingchen, nothing seemed worth mentioning.

The next morning, everyone in the yard clearly sensed the difference in the atmosphere between the two, but they couldn't tell what the difference was. Only Ziqing salivated and leaned up to Tongwu to look at him, and then said in surprise: "Wow, Tongwu kid, your skin looks really good, especially today, it's radiant!" He lowered his voice again and asked in a low voice, "Did something good happen, huh?"

Tong Wu pursed his lips, but smiled silently.

At this time Yan Jingchen came, grabbed Ziqing by the back of the neck and said: "What do you look like, whether you are standing or sitting, go back to the room and rub the pills for me."

Hearing that the senior brother asked him to rub the pills again, Ziqing immediately pursed her mouth, her face full of grievance, "Senior brother, didn't you say that two hundred pills are enough? I almost broke my hand after rubbing it, and I can't rub it anymore."

"Two hundred are for sale, so many of us don't want to eat them?"

"Er...that's right..." Ziqing nodded, and left obediently.

Compared with Ziqing's undisguised, Hong Sui seemed much more reserved. She used the movement of drinking tea, holding the teacup to her mouth and kept laughing, and she even gave Tong Wu a vicious wink. Tong Wu was as immobile as a mountain, drinking tea and listening to Yan Jingchen and Kong Yuan talk about some interesting things, he was quite at ease.

The group stayed in the small courtyard for a few days, and Tong Wu told Yan Jingchen what happened during the day that night. He had many questions in his heart and wanted to get answers. Unexpectedly, Yan Jingchen couldn't tell the reason for a while, so the two decided to go first. Put it on hold for the time being, and wait for the Kunlun faction to discuss it after the martial arts conference.

Nan Mingdian probably couldn't figure out Kong Yuan's attitude for a while, and didn't come to disturb them until the morning when the martial arts competition officially started, he sent his disciples to inform them to make preparations.

Before closing the gate of the courtyard, Tan Xin gave some rewards to the disciples who came to report. Most of these disciples who reported and ran errands were of low rank, and they were willing to suffer a lot of humiliation. It was just to save more money and pave the way for themselves in the future.

Who said that the world of comprehension is simple? Wherever there are people, there are various microcosms of society.

Back in the hall, Tan Xin reported the situation to Yan Jingchen one by one. Only then did Tong Wu know that on the first day of the so-called martial arts competition, no competitions would actually be arranged, but there would be a pretentious opening ceremony. Disciple Ming gave the guests a few exhibition games to ensure that no one would be killed, and the last dinner was the first day of the end of the schedule.

Tong Wu has always said that Tan Xinyin is a confidant, and now seeing his attitude towards Yan Jingchen's reports one by one, he suddenly wondered what is the relationship between Yan Jingchen and Tan Xin.

He didn't doubt that there was any emotional entanglement between them, but he felt that Tan Xin treated Yan Jingchen with too much respect. The feeling described in words seems to be more distant than relatives, but also as close as comrades-in-arms.

After Tan Xin finished speaking, his eyes turned to Tong Wu who had been staring at him, and asked with concern: "Tong Wu, what's wrong?"

"Oh!" Tong Wu quickly recovered, "It's nothing, I'm thinking about something."

Tan Xin's expression obviously felt that Tong Wu had something on his mind. Even Yan Jingchen was on Tan Xin's side this time. He was very worried about the sequelae of the Yaoguo incident a few days ago. He was always afraid that Tong Wu would feel uncomfortable again these days. , Fortunately, I haven't eaten anything in the past two days, and a few people have eaten tea.

In the afternoon, the disciples of Nanming Temple came to the door again and invited a few of them to follow him to the conference site.

At this time, it should be the time when all the participating sects gathered to go to the scene, but they did not meet other sects or casual cultivators along the way. Tong Wu curiously asked the leading disciples why they did not see other participating sects.

The disciple who led the way was the one who had been rewarded by Tan Xin before, and he spoke very politely to them, "Mr. Tong, it's like this. The palace master is afraid that there will be confusion among the fellows of the various sects, and that he may offend some distinguished guests, so he arranges for me to wait before we part. Come and take everyone to the scene, try to be quiet and avoid crowding."

"So that's the case, your palace master is also thoughtful." Tong Wu nodded.

"Thank you, Mr. Tong, for your compliment." The disciple leading the way smiled implicitly, and was about to speak again when he realized that his destination had arrived, so he led a few people to look forward, "Everyone, the venue is here, and I can't get in here. Walk slowly."

It turned out that Nan Ming's disciples were divided into threes, sixes, and nines so strictly that low-ranking disciples couldn't enter the venue of the martial arts competition at all. Several people thanked them and walked to the venue.