Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

Zheng Rong on the stage was confused by the battle.

He looked up at Xiao Tingxun who had a cold face on the stage, and then at Shang Min who suddenly got up, his face as black as coal, standing there staring at the demon sword on the ground, not daring to move.

Just kidding, Sect Leader Shang is very scary when he gets angry, but if Elder Yuqing is annoyed, he is afraid that even the Sect Leader will not be able to keep him.

Knowing that he was in trouble, Nan Heng stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "Senior Brother Zheng, I'm sorry to cause you trouble. I didn't come here to rob someone, I just wanted to see her off before I left."

Zheng Rong was troubled, but he still stepped aside. After all, his master didn't stop him, so what else could he say.

Nan Heng looked back, the mirror demon's eyes were shining red, like LED lights, and there were vein-like red lines on his face, which gradually spread, apparently running away.

On the stage, Shang Min frowned with a pair of thick eyebrows, his face was cloudy and uncertain: "Yuqing, what are you doing?"

He rarely spoke to the elders in such a tone, Xiao Tingxun listened, but there was no reaction on his face, he just said lightly: "Sect Master calm down.

Right now, the mirror demon's death has been decided, and Nan Heng just saw her pitiful, so he gave it away. "

"Give it away? I just beg him not to make any trouble with me!"

Shang Min flicked his sleeves in anger, and sat back: "Yuqing, Yuqing, what do I say to you? It's fine if Ping Lan can't figure it out, why do you want to get involved?"

"Ah, and you little apprentice, I really..."

Halfway through his speech, he raised his head and held his forehead, his face full of pain.

Fortunately, he thought that Nan Heng was obedient and honest at the beginning, but in the end he was able to make trouble.

The great elder looked like an old god: "Brother sect master, if you ask me, you are a little too unreasonable. The prisoner who was beheaded at the Meridian Gate still has a meal before he goes on the road, so why not give it away?"

Shang Min was furious, and gave him a merciless look: "What do you know? Eat your snacks and shut up!"

The Great Elder was offended, but he wasn't annoyed, he just laughed and ate the cakes on the table.

The mirror demon was very fierce at this time, her slender fingers had become sharp claws, her pupils were fierce, full of resentment and unwillingness.

Nan Heng raised the bag in his hand: "He didn't come, but someone brought the things for you."

"Something? What?!" Mirror Demon's eyes were blank for a moment, "He brought something... for me?"

Nan Heng nodded: "It's the cherry fruit you've been thinking about all along."

"Pan Lang..." The mirror demon stared at the bag in Nan Heng's hand, his red eyes miraculously faded from the fierce light, and all the scary lines on his face disappeared. On his clean and fair face, two lines Tears flowed.

Nan Heng sighed, took out a honey-fried cherry from the paper bag, and stuffed it into the mirror demon's mouth: "Eat it, he gave it to you, and it's all yours."

The mirror demon's thin red mouth gently swallowed the honey-fried cherry, but the tears flowed even more fiercely: "It's all mine? Yes... it's all mine."

Seeing her like this, Nan Heng also felt a little uncomfortable, so he fed her one by one, and the bag of candied fruit quickly ran out.

Zheng Rong rubbed his hands, and urged from the side: "Junior Brother Nan, it's almost done, look at the face of the master, if you grind for a while, it can be used to burn directly."

Nan Heng glanced back at Shang Min's dark and shiny face: ...

The last honey-fried cherry was put into the mirror demon's mouth. The little girl stretched out her tongue and licked her lips, then smiled with her eyes bent: "Pan Lang didn't lie to me, it's so sweet."

She didn't embarrass Nan Heng any more, she just moved her hand that was tightly strangled by the demon chain, and a fluffy white flower appeared in her palm.

"Thank you," she looked at Nan Heng, there was a soft light in her clear and clean eyes, "Please give him this flower, and tell him that the cherry fruit is very sweet, Wan Niang left, this time It's really gone. If there is an afterlife, then...don't see you again."

The snow-white velvet flower rested in Nan Heng's palm, and there was still a slight warmth to the touch.

He slowly walked back to his seat. Behind him, Zheng Rong's demon sword pierced through the mirror demon's chest, screaming sharply.

She slowly closed her eyes with a slight smile, and finally took a look in the direction of Xiu Mufeng. Her body began to shatter gradually from the blood-stained chest.

The demon-eliminating sword can pierce the demon core of the monster in one fell swoop, causing the ghost of the monster to fly away.

The mirror demon's body turned into countless bright white fragments, scattered in the air, and finally condensed into a white light, heading towards Nanheng.

Sect Leader Shang, Great Elder, and Xiao Tingxun all breathed a sigh of relief, but before they had time to move, the white light had already entered from Nan Heng's forehead.

"This...how good is this?" Shang Sect Leader was concerned, he slapped the table anxiously, "Yuqing, what am I talking about? Don't pity monsters! Don't trust..."

"That's just the memory fragment of the mirror demon." Xiao Tingxun said quietly, "Don't worry about the master."

Nan Heng was thrown back by the white light, and then, countless scattered memory fragments hit him.

He saw Yin Jiu rolled up his sleeves on Xiumu Peak, which was planted with spiritual herbs and herbs, and when he pushed aside the messy grass, he saw a little rabbit with a broken leg.

He put down the medicine basket, took out the medicine for trauma from his Qiankun bag, and bandaged the little rabbit.

The little rabbit was wounded up, turned around and left, hopping and disappearing into the grass.

When the picture turned, it was a tall and graceful young girl, wearing an apricot-colored skirt, with cherry blossoms on her hair, following behind Yin Jiu's buttocks.

The two of them walked through the cherry blossom forest behind the wooden peak. In the pink mist, Nan Heng heard a series of pleasant laughter like silver bells.

Yin Jiu led the girl to sit under the cherry blossom tree, with a gentle smile on his face. He held the girl's hand, pointed to the words on the book and taught her to read and read: "The king is a rock, and the concubine is a pampas grass; the rock has no transfer. The pampas grass is as tough as silk."

The girl followed him, reading over and over again.

"I am Puwei, you are Rock? Will we be together forever?"

"Your surname is too ugly, otherwise, I'll call you Pan Lang."

Yin Jiu responded with a smile.

The screen turned again, and Shang Min's angry face appeared in front of him.

He pointed at Yin Jiu, with a look of hatred on his face: "Ping Lan, what time is it now?! You still protect her? The people from the Chusong Pavilion have already found out that we are from the Changqing faction! What? You still want to For the sake of a rabbit spirit, can't we join our entire sect?!"

At that time, Yin Jiu straightened his back and his eyes were firm: "But Wan Niang has been on my Xiumu Peak since she was born, and she has never harmed anyone or done anything evil."

"Do you think the people in the Chuzong Pavilion will take care of this? The world has changed! Can you be more sober!"

"I'm different from you. Senior brother, as long as I'm here, no one can take Wan Niang away."

Yin Jiu made a loud noise, but the girl who was peeking outside the window blushed and lowered her head in embarrassment.

Her Pan Lang treats her sincerely.

In the following scene, at the foot of Liuyun Peak of the Changqing School, Yin Jiu's scimitar was rustling in his hand, shining with a frightening cold light.

He protected the girl behind him, facing all the black-clothed cavalry in Chuzong Pavilion alone.

The two sides fought each other, and the swords were fighting for a moment, making fierce noises.

Yin Jiu was single and weak, and was finally defeated. His body was covered in blood, his heart was cut open, his spiritual core was shattered, and he was still bleeding, but he still stood in front of the girl.

After all, he was the second elder of the Changqing sect, and Chu Chongge took them away because he was afraid of killing people.

The girl's face was full of tears, her hands turned into claws, and they stabbed straight into her chest.

Then, blood dripped out of that white hand, and a white velvet flower condensed out of the blurred flesh and blood. That velvet flower was exactly the same as the one that the mirror demon gave to Nan Heng just now.

The petals are white and fluffy, with a bright red in the middle.

"Ibanlang, I'm sorry, it's me...I hurt you."

She cried and planted the flower on Yin Jiu's chest, and the blood on Yin Jiu's body stopped quickly.

"This is a symbiotic flower, nourished and born with my rabbit down and heart blood. Now I plant it on you, although I can no longer repair your spiritual core, but I can use my own demon power to support your spiritual flow spell .It's just that my monster power is limited... Pan Lang, I'm sorry."

Yin Jiu held her hand tightly, closed his eyes weakly, and kissed the back of her hand.

After that, Yin Jiu never used a machete again.He originally belonged to the wood system, with strong spiritual power, and he practiced healing techniques only as an aid, but since then, he has turned to healing with all his heart, and finally healed with pills, and he is extremely proficient in the practice.

As for the mirror demon, after discussion with the Chuzong Pavilion by the head of Shang, he finally decided to imprison him in the bronze mirror that sealed the demon forbidden area.

Yin Jiu took her by the hand and sent her in. He smiled softly and stroked her head: "Wanniang hide here for a while, and when the limelight passes, I will take you out. At that time, I will give you Fried cherries with honey are sweet and more delicious than fresh cherries."

"Okay, then I will obediently wait for Panlang to pick me up."

The innocent and ignorant girl, with a longing and longing face, was sent into the bronze mirror by Yin Jiu himself. This test lasted ten years.

During this period, she never saw Yin Jiu again, she just spent the years in the bronze mirror, gradually growing resentment and madness.

The memory fragments are scattered.

Nan Heng opened his eyes in a daze, and in front of him was the phantom of Wan Niang laughing at Yan Yan.

She said: "The first time I saw you, I knew you and I were the same kind. You have seen my fate, silly boy, so you can do it yourself."

"Nan Heng, go back."

Xiao Tingxun's familiar cold voice was next to his ear.

Nan Heng came back to his senses, only to find that the disciples of the Changqing sect had dispersed, and there was no one on and off the demon-slaying platform, only him and Xiao Tingxun standing in front of him.

"Master." He called Xiao Tingxun.

Xiao Tingxun didn't answer, but said: "What do you want to understand about the mirror demon?"

Nan Heng thought for a moment, and tentatively said: "You can't trust...men? Or is it a transvestite?"

Xiao Tingxun blushed. He flicked his sleeves, turned around and stepped down the steps: "It's the attitude. If you accidentally expose your identity in the faction one day, being a teacher may not be able to protect you."

"From now on, avoid places full of evil spirits, and avoid places full of danger. If it happens again like this time, don't blame me for standing idly by."

"I remember! Master, walk slowly!" Nan Heng strode after her.

Miss Mirror Demon is offline, but Nan Heng hasn't received the reminder to complete the task for a long time.

Until that night, he received the sound transmission paper sword from Qi Jin.

Yes, it is a paper sword.Fold it into the shape of a sword with a special sound transmission paper, and then quench it with spiritual energy to make it fly out, which is the same as Xiao Tingxun's sound transmission dragonfly, ah no, a butterfly.

The paper sword flew around Nan Heng twice, and Qi Jin's anxious and helpless voice came: "Junior Brother Nan, come quickly! My master... my master, something is wrong with him! You, hurry up and take a look." Come on! I'm alone, I can't get him..."

Nan Heng suddenly remembered the symbiosis flower that the mirror demon gave him before he died, and the words that he told him to pass on.

Suddenly his eyes lit up, yes, his errand task has not been completed yet.