Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The banquet hall was quiet, and almost everyone's eyes fell on Zhou Qian and his wife Su Ruo in the center of the hall.

"She is...?" Yin Jiu frowned, staring at the woman's face for a while, "Is the soul damaged?"

Zhou Gan nodded: "15 years ago, when that incident happened, Su Ruo was seriously injured by the demons, and his two souls were incomplete. Since then, he can only live unconsciously, leaving only a breath."

With a sad expression on his face, he lowered his head and straightened Su Ruo's hair in the wheelchair: "I have searched painstakingly for more than ten years, rummaging through all the books and files in Guchen Pavilion, trying to find a way to restore her two souls, But there are tens of thousands of volumes in Fan Hao's library, and there is nothing in the volume!"

"Mr. Yuqing, Mr. Pinglan, I had no choice but to use the forbidden technique!"

"The matter of the respected lady is indeed embarrassing, and Pavilion Master Zhou's infatuation is also very touching." Xiao Tingxun said calmly, "But who should the innocent people in Anze County ask for their lives?"

"I know," Zhou Gan said in a low voice, shaking violently while holding the armrest of the wheelchair, "I know all about it. Lord Yuqing, all the immortal sects respect me as the lord of the world of cultivating immortals, and I deserve it. I'm just an ordinary person. I don't want much, I just want my wife to wake up."

"This is what you are, and you still want to continue to be obsessed with it?!" Yin Jiu's face suddenly darkened, "Master Zhou, when was the Wishing Temple built?"

"Two years ago." Zhou Gan's eyes were red, with remorse and helplessness on his face.

"Confused! For two years, Anze County was within the territory of Linyang City, and you have covered the sky with one hand for two years?! How many innocent people's lives have been ruined for nothing!" Yin Jiu clenched his fists suddenly, furious.

For two years, Xiao Tingxun was silent.

At that time, he hadn't been reborn yet. If Zhou Qian was really reborn, and he had started to prepare since then, why didn't he do it while Nan Heng was not yet accepted by him as an apprentice?

Wouldn't it be easier to succeed by doing it at that time?

Besides, to restore Su Ruo's soul, what would Nan Heng's heart do?

"Yes, I was confused!" Zhou Qian said in a deep voice, "But this matter is about to be completed, and I will not stop! After the matter is completed, if Su Ruo succeeds in waking up, I will resign from the position of Immortal Venerable and act on my own. guilty."

"But before that, don't any of you try to stop me!"

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers suddenly, and from outside the banquet hall, a group of Guchen Pavilion disciples dressed in purple came in, all of them holding weapons and looking terrified.

"A few distinguished guests are invited to rest in the guest room." He said.

After finishing speaking, she pushed Su Ruo and walked out of the hall slowly.

Those disciples quickly moved to the side of several people, put their swords on the necks of several people, held them hostage and followed Zhou Gan out of the hall.

The accident happened too suddenly, and when several people reacted, they realized that the spiritual power on their bodies had been sealed at some point, and they could only be mermaids.

"When exactly? Why didn't I notice it at all?" Qi Jin was shocked.

The Guchen Pavilion disciple who was pressing him directly gave him a cold stare.

Yin Jiu replied: "It's Mrs. Zhou. In the tit hairpin on her head, there is a fairy mist that can seal the spirit veins. This thing floats in the air and has a faint bitter taste. We just listened to Zhou Gan's words , it is easy to overlook these details.”

"That's right, Mr. Pinglan's research on these elixirs is superb again." Zhou Gan, who was walking in front, smiled, "But this is also a gift from me back then, and Mr. Pinglan should thank me if you want to come to me."

"Shut up!" Su Ye snapped, "Zhou Gan, what right do you have to talk to my master like that!"

"This is not Mr. Pinglan's great apprentice," Zhou Gan suddenly stopped, and he looked back at Su Ye, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he actually smiled, "Oh, so I remembered."

He squinted his eyes, as if he was recalling something: "When the Chuzong Pavilion wiped out evil spirits everywhere, it seemed that you were the one..."

Su Ye was terrified.

Nan Heng had already spoken first: "Pavilion Master Zhou, are you not in a hurry to lock us up? So much nonsense."

Zhou Qian: ...

He turned his head and glanced at Nan Heng, with a deeper smile: "Urgent, I'm very anxious."

After all, he said to those disciples: "Hurry up, lock them up in the backyard, one room per person!"

Those disciples suppressed Nan Heng and the others, and took orders to leave.

Xiao Tingxun walked at the end of the group, passing by Zhou Qian's side, he stopped in his tracks.

Zhou Gan pushed Suruo to stand under a maple tree, the autumn wind blew up, and the red leaves fell on Suruo's head, and he gently brushed them away.

Then, he raised his head, looked at Xiao Tingxun, and said with a slight smile, "Mr. Yuqing, is there anything else?"

"You're not doing it to respect Madam." Xiao Tingxun said firmly, his eyes tempered by ice and snow were cold and stern.

Zhou Gan was taken aback for a moment, and then laughed out loud: "You don't believe it? Look, they all believe it. Why, is it because I didn't make it up well enough?"

"The assessment of the new disciples of the Changqing Sect, the Xuehantian Cave, and the Wishing Temple this time, were all done by you. You wanted to motivate Nanheng to break through the seal, you wanted his heart, and the power of the Demon Lord. "

"Jun Yuqing is smart and wise, just like your master back then." Zhou Gan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "It's rare, if He Xu is still there, I'm afraid I should be very pleased that I have taught such a good apprentice."

"Shut up!" Xiao Tingxun clenched his fists, his eyes suddenly darkened, "You still have the face to mention him?!"

"Hey, what shame do I have, his own blood is impure, and he was executed according to the rules, which is something that all the monks of the immortal sect agree with."

As Zhou Gan spoke, he sighed faintly: "Xiao Tingxun, as a person from Zhou, I kindly remind you, don't mind your own business, and take care of yourself, understand?"

"Don't even think about it!"

"Hehe, let's see if you have the ability." Zhou Gan said coldly, "Take it down!"

The two disciples of Guchen Pavilion, one on the left and the other on the right, were only pulling Xiao Tingxun's sleeves in vain, and they were about to be suppressed by Zhou Gan's slap, but Xiao Tingxun's sharp glance, Shrunk back in fright.

Zhou Qian stared at Xiao Tingxun's back, and finally disappeared into a private courtyard room not far away, sighing as he combed his shaggy temple hair.

"Pavilion Master Zhou."

A loud voice sounded behind him, Zhou Gan turned his head, and a man stepped out from behind the willow tree.

The man had silver hair and shawls, narrowed phoenix eyes, and was wearing a snow-colored gown, with a translucent phantom floating on his shoulders.

Xu Ying has a high bun, a handsome face, and a blue-black soft armor, but he looks like a teenager.

Zhou Gan glanced back at him, and immediately smiled: "Ji Chen, you worked so hard to clean up the mess for my two trash. If Murong Qing's soul can't be recovered this time, the consequences will be disastrous."

But Ji Chen said with disdain: "Since you know, you shouldn't have sent those two trash."

"Cough..." Zhou Qian choked for a moment, he was just humbled.

Moreover, he sent to assassinate Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun's black and red twins, and Hei Feng and Chi Yue were the most capable candidates among his shadow servants.

He knew that Xiao Tingxun had a high level of cultivation and powerful spells, so he was difficult to deal with, while that boy Nan Heng failed in one assassination, and even awakened the spirit root of the thunder element.

Fortunately, Ji Chen said that the two seemed to have a delicate relationship, so he sent the Black and Red Shuangsha to deal with it, but he didn't want to, even if Chi Yue used Chunchaohua, he couldn't take them down, which could be called a miscalculation.

Seeing Zhou Gan's embarrassment, Ji Chen didn't bother to bother him: "My business is over, what about the soul cup you promised me?"

"Well, we have to wait for a few more days." Zhou Gan smiled at him, "You know, Yin Jiu and Xiao Tingxun discovered the Wishing Temple, and the soul is not enough, so we have to wait for a few more days."

"Hmph," Ji Chen let out a soft snort from his nostrils, "Then you have prepared a message and send it to me, and I will pick it up myself. But our cooperation has come to an end."

"The accident in the examination of the disciples of the Changqing Sect was that the disciples of my Soul Sacrifice Sect went astray. My sect has already executed it on its own, and it has nothing to do with you, Guchen Pavilion. But the Cheng family of Anze County It's what you two useless servants did, and it has nothing to do with me."

"The appearance of the souls of the first six elders of the Changqing Sect has nothing to do with me from the beginning to the end. I also ask Pavilion Master Zhou to engrave this point in the flesh and blood and on the bones!"

After he finished speaking, his eyes, which had been squinting all the time, opened abruptly. Those pupils were deep and dark, without whites, like a bottomless abyss.

"I know... I know!" Zhou Gan suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and responded in a series of voices.

But Ji Chen had already turned to leave. He turned his head and talked to the dead soul sitting on his shoulder: "Is there any place Axiu wants to go? How about we go for a stroll before returning to the soul sacrifice gate?"

Rong Xiu looked down at him, and said in a low voice, "Anything is fine, just listen to Master."

Ji Chen stretched out his hand and stroked his head, his voice was gentle: "Then let's go to the south of the Yangtze River, a land of fish and rice, I think Ah Xiu has never been there before his death."

"Okay." Rong Xiu also bent his eyes, and smiled, showing beautiful dimples on his cheeks.

The spirit-binding technique of the Soul Sacrifice Sect has ten levels, and ordinary monks only have one or two levels. It allows the summoned companions to accompany him for a short period of time. Fighting or chatting will consume a lot of spiritual power.

And the higher the breakthrough stage, the longer the time limit for retaining Qiyou.

If the cultivation breaks through the fifth level, the summoned comrades can be detained for twelve hours, but the spiritual power consumed is so great that ordinary monks will not be able to sustain it, and they will lose their spiritual core and explode to death.

Ji Chen frowned and smiled lightly, but he only broke through the tenth rank after 12 years of painstaking training.

He remembered that hellish night passed, his blue hair turned white, he exhausted all his spiritual power, and his spiritual core almost burst.

After two years of retreat, the spirit core was gradually repaired, the spirit flow was stable, and the spirit binding technique could be used again.

He just wanted to keep Rong Xiu by his side, day and night, all the time, even at the cost of burning his own lifespan and consuming his spiritual power.

He is also willing to see Rong Xiu every day until he dies.

However, he didn't expect that before his spiritual power was exhausted, it was Rong Xiu's soul that couldn't hold on first.

He had only been using the tenth-order spirit-binding technique for more than half a year, and Rong Xiu's soul began to be unstable. During the day, he was always extremely weak for most of the day.

Just when Zhou Qian came to him and talked about the soul cup, he agreed.

When they left Guchen Pavilion, Xun'an Street was bustling with people.

A passer-by saw such a white-haired "lunatic". He tilted his head, looked at the empty space on his shoulder, smiled lightly, and chatted something.