Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

In the secret room, the spiritual light is shining, the left side of the Lingshou stone is black and the right side is white, and the brilliance flows.

Xiao Tingxun also stretched out his hand, and touched the end emitting the white aura with his fingertips, then slowly moved to the left, and then touched the dark end.

"Lingshou Stone is the sky-repairing stone left by the ancient god Nuwa when she mended the sky. It is said that half of the stone fell into the demon realm and half fell into the human world. Therefore, half of it was impregnated with spiritual power, and half was impregnated with demonic power. Qi erosion, it has become what it is today."

"What does that have to do with the Aoshan War 15 years ago?" Nan Heng asked.

Xiao Tingxun withdrew his hand and sighed softly: "As early as 15 years ago, before that incident happened, the Lingshou Stone had not been broken. In fact, the human world and the demon world coexisted peacefully."

"At that time, the spirit guard stone was used to maintain the conservation of spiritual energy and demonic energy. There was no strict boundary between the demon world and the human world. The two races could communicate with each other. Humans could intermarry with the demon race. Equality. Even at that time, the relationship between the monster race and the human world was not as tense as it is now."

When Xiao Tingxun talked about these things, lights flickered in his eyes.

Nan Heng looked at his side face, unable to look away for a long time: "Then, what happened after that?"

"later……"

The light slowly went out. What happened afterwards?

Xiao Tingxun's gaze gradually faded away. How long has he not recalled what happened 15 years ago?

……

15 years ago, the Changqing School.

Liuyun Peak is adorned with lanterns and festoons, bright red happy characters are pasted on the porch pillars in front of the gate of the Mogui Hall, bright red red flower silks and satins are tied on the seven fairy deer statues carved in the Xianlu Terrace, and all the disciples in the sect wear white school uniforms. They are also paired with red silk belts and red headbands, and the Changqing school is full of joy.

Xiao Tingxun was only 12 years old at that time, and followed Murong Qing from Hanlin Peak Yujian to Liuyun Peak.

Murong Qing flew in front, with light blue clothes fluttering like a banished fairy. He was playing with a pair of smooth and shiny walnuts in his hands, and asked Xiao Tingxun who was following him in a gentle voice: "I taught you yesterday." Do you remember all the spell formulas?"

Wearing Xue Xue's school uniform, the young boy raised his head and nodded obediently: "I remember it all."

After finishing speaking, he began to recite the formula.

Murong Qing listened quietly, occasionally reminding her a few words.

The two descended from Xianlu Terrace, and the small square was already crowded with people.

The First Elder and the Second Elder were dressed in splendid attire, when they saw Murong Qing and Xiao Tingxun, they greeted them with smiles.

"Sixth junior brother, you have to step up to the occasion when the senior brother in charge of the sect is happy. Be careful that the sect master will not be happy and will not give you wedding wine." Bai Chengyan patted Murong Qing on the shoulder and laughed.

Murong Qing patted the head of Xiao Tingxun who was standing beside him, and said with a smile, "Ah Xun practiced late last night, and the kid is growing up, so he should sleep a little longer in the morning."

The little boy raised his head, a blush came to his cheeks: "Master..."

It was obviously Murong Qing's own snooze, and he was to be blamed.

"It's not too late, the ceremony will start after a while, the third junior brother and the others have already gone in, let's go in too." Yin Jiu said quickly, calling several people to enter the silent regulation hall.

In the Mogui Hall, the Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder, and Seventh Elder have all arrived, lined up on both sides of the hall, and when they see a few people coming in, they all call them over to watch the ceremony.

Shang Min was in his prime of life, full of vigor and vigor, dressed in a bright red wedding dress, suave and elegant, with an extraordinary bearing.

And beside him, a slim woman was also dressed in wedding attire, with a jade-encrusted hijab on her head.

Unlike ordinary brides, she was neither shy nor coy, and stood beside Shang Min with her head held high, her aura not at all inferior to the man beside her.

When all the guests arrived, Xi Niang stood in the hall and sang loudly: "The auspicious time has come! Please worship the heavens and the earth!"

Shang Min took the woman by the hand and bowed out of the lobby.

Bai Chengyan laughed so hard that his mouth split open, he kept pulling Murong Qing and said, "Not bad, not bad, the woman the sect master has his eyes on is not ordinary."

Murong Qing was helpless: "She is the lord of the demon clan, so she is naturally not comparable to ordinary women."

Xiao Xiao Tingxun quietly stood beside Murong Qing, eating the wedding candy that his master stuffed into his hands.

The bride sang again: "Second worship to the high hall!"

Shang Ye pulled the woman around and bowed down to the two tablets placed on the altar table in front of him, which were the tablets of the former head of the Changqing School and the former Demon Venerable.

At this moment, there was a loud bang at the lobby door.

It was actually two outer disciples of the Changqing Sect who were thrown in from the outside.

"what!"

"Master...!"

The two disciples screamed and were thrown at the feet of Shang Min and the woman.

Immediately afterwards, from the gate of the Mogui Hall, led by Zhou Gan, a group of monks from various immortal sects came in.

Guchen Pavilion, Soul Sacrifice Gate, Yaoxian Valley, and Xinghualing, four of the five sects, and there are several other minor sects that are not well-known.

Now the head of the Changqing sect, the head of the five major sects, and the hundreds of immortal sects, led by Xianzun Shangmin, are surrounding them.

Shang Min's expression changed suddenly, and he subconsciously took a step forward, protecting the woman behind him: "Pavilion Master Zhou, what do you mean?!"

Zhou Qian waved his crimson robe sleeves, with a resentful expression on his face: "Master Shang, Great Immortal! I said a long time ago that the human world and the demon race are bound to be unable to coexist, so why don't you listen! Now, you still have to fight with me?" This witch is married!"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shang Min frowned, his intuition was wrong, "Pavilion Master Zhou, what happened?"

Zhou Gan's lips trembled and his whole body was shattered. He looked at Shang Min with a sad face for a while, then raised his hand to cover his face, and gestured to the disciples behind him.

The crowd behind him dispersed for a moment, making way for a narrow path in the middle.Soon, two disciples hurried over carrying a stretcher.

The two disciples walked up to the crowd and put the stretcher on the ground. Shang Min lowered his head and saw the person lying on it. Hair bun, hairpin an emerald gilt tit hairpin.

But at this moment, the woman's face was pale, her lips were bloodless, and she was lying unconscious on a stretcher.

"This..." Shang Min was shocked, "What's going on?"

"Hehe," Zhou Gan sneered, "What's the matter? You come to ask me what's the matter? Isn't it all done by the witch next to you!"

Zhou Ganhuo frowned, pointed at the woman with the red hijab behind Shang Min, and said sharply: "That witch, who had the idea of ​​Lingshoushi, was discovered by my wife, and she wanted to silence her!"

"It's impossible!" Shang Min flatly vetoed, "Ah Xi is not this kind of person! She will never do such a thing!"

"Hehe, isn't she this kind of person?"

Zhou Gan clenched his fists, pointing at the woman's hands that were trembling violently: "Shang Min, wake up! She is not human at all! The demons are insidious and cunning! She married you for the sake of Lingshoushi !"

Shang Min wanted to say more, but the woman behind him secretly grabbed his hand, and then she stepped forward and took off the hijab.

It was a sharp-eyed, heroic woman.

Crescent eyebrows swept across, thin lips were tightly pursed, and a pair of autumn water eyes stared coldly at Zhou Gan, who was the lord of the demon clan, Leng Changxi.

"Surnamed Zhou, please speak clearly!" Leng Changxi clenched her teeth, "When did I plan on Lingshoushi!"

"When? Just last night! You went to Aoshan secretly and smashed the spirit guard stone! Do you dare to confront? Where were you last night?!" Zhou Gan's eyes were about to crack, and he gritted his teeth and said word for word.

Leng Changxi was silent.

Aoshan is next to Heilin Mountain, she went back to her residence in Heilin Mountain last night to pick up the hair crown and headgear, and she must pass through Aoshan.

"What? You're speechless?!" Zhou Gan grinned, looked at Shang Min and said, "Master Shang, don't think that I bullied her as a woman. If you don't believe me, you can come with us Go to Aoshan to have a look, and you will know everything."

"Master Shang, you'd better go and have a look, the scene was miserable, hey."

Pan Fengchang, the head of the Soul Sacrifice Sect, smacked his lips exaggeratedly. Standing in the crowd, a little bit of a small man, if he didn't open his mouth to speak, he really couldn't see where others were.

Shang Min looked around coldly. No one from the leaders of the other sects spoke again, but their eyes were fixed on him, and the look was self-evident.

Shang Min gritted his teeth: "Okay, then I will accompany you on this trip."

"Shang Min!" Leng Changxi gave him a cold look, "You don't believe me?!"

"How could it be?" Shang Min sighed, and put his hand on Leng Changxi's shoulder, "I believe you. But since they all say that, and you haven't done it, why not go there? I will definitely tell you They proved your innocence!"

Leng Changxi didn't say any more, with a pair of sharp eyebrows, he locked onto Zhou Gan who was standing at the head of the crowd: "Okay, then I will accompany you on this trip!"

All these people came and went, and the silent hall, which was still beaming just now, was instantly emptied.

Murong Qing wanted to go with Shang Min and the others, when he left the gate of the Mogui Hall, someone grabbed his sleeves.

When he turned around, it was Xiao Xiao Tingxun.

The young boy raised a delicately carved face, and there was faint worry in his eyes: "Master, are you going to Aoshan? What about the marriage of the head?"

Murong Qing smiled wryly, and reached out to pat his head: "Maybe it will be delayed. I have to go for the teacher, are you waiting here?"

"I want to go with Master."

"Okay," Murong Qing sighed, but still took his little hand, Yu Jian chased after everyone, and flew all the way to Aoshan.

The spiritual light flickered in the secret room, Xiao Tingxun closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Later, we arrived at Mount Ao, and it was already a mess."

"The corpses of the disciples of various sects guarding the Lingshou stone lay all over the ground. The stone platform was covered with blood, and the Lingshou stone placed on it was already full of cracks."

"Did Leng Changxi really do it?" Nan Heng asked him.

Xiao Tingxun shook his head: "I don't know. But the corpses of those people and the stone platform paved with white jade were the slashing marks left by Leng Changxi's moon-shooting blade, as well as the unusually strong devilish energy. She could tell Indistinguishable."