Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

"So, Madam Zhou's soul was actually damaged at that time?"

Nan Heng remembered what Zhou Qian said before: "That's why he hates demons and monsters so much?"

Xiao Tingxun was silent for a moment: "On the surface, it should be."

His beloved wife was murdered by the demons and has been in a coma. The grief-stricken Pavilion Master Zhou has since established the Elimination Pavilion, intending to kill all the evil spirits and monsters in the world. It sounds quite touching.

But the premise is that they have not received the help of Mrs. Zhou.

Nan Heng glanced back, facing the outside of the secret room, the poor woman was sitting in a wheelchair and could not move.

Her eyes were empty, she was still staring straight ahead, her pale and bloodless lips were moving, and she was still repeating the word "bird" stubbornly and soundlessly, as if it was an obsession carved into her bones.

What happened back then?

"Master, how did Leng Changxi die later?" Nan Heng asked.

He remembered what he saw when he merged the memories of the original owner. His father insisted on going to Linyang in order to find Leng Changxi's remnant soul.

"Leng Changxi..." Xiao Tingxun's cold eyes fell on the Lingshou Stone, "She is a resolute and unyielding woman. Facing the threats of those hypocritical immortals, she never compromised and confessed, and finally proved herself by dying. .”

……

Aoshan is full of mess, with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The young boy's clear and clean eyes swept over the faces of everyone present, and he saw expressions of excitement, anger, fear, or madness.

Shang Min tried his best to defend, but those people were driven crazy by fear and hatred, with red eyes, they wanted to kill Leng Changxi.

It was then that Xiao Tingxun realized for the first time that even if a person possesses power and status, he is nothing in front of a crowd of assembled people.

Shang Min couldn't protect Leng Changxi, all he could do was to temporarily bring her back to the Changqing faction, lock her up, and delay the investigation of the matter.

Thus, the happy wedding event turned into a sad event of Leng Changxi being imprisoned in the snow and cold weather.

In order not to be suspected of "collusion" between the Changqing Sect and the Demon Race by the resentful immortal cultivators of various sects, Shang Min had to agree that each sect would send a high-ranking disciple or elder to guard the entrance of Xuehantian, lest Leng Changxi escape.

For a period of time after that, Xiao Xiao Tingxun became a full-time food deliverer between Xuehantian and Liuyunfeng Grandma Village every day.

In order to avoid suspicion, Shang Min no longer went to Xuehantian to meet Leng Changxi, and entrusted Xiao Ting to find anything he needed to bring or give away.

One night, he went to deliver dinner to Leng Changxi as usual.

The elder sister Leng Ao who had been sitting on the ice for several days with her eyes closed and breathing, spoke to him for the first time.

She said, "Please give this to Shang Min for me, thank you."

Xiao Tingxun took what she handed over, it was a piece of braised pork wrapped in oiled paper.

Back at Liuyun Peak, he handed over the piece of braised pork wrapped in oil paper to Shang Ming.

That night, the snow and cold weather disrupted.

When he arrived with Murong Qing, Xue Hantian was surrounded by disciples and elders from various sects who came to guard Leng Changxi.

These people who usually get together to scold Leng Changxi, the big devil, are now even more like a fat mad dog, with red eyes and barking.

"I think she has a guilty conscience! To protect her immortal lover!"

"Hehe, maybe our head of the Shang University secretly persecuted him!"

"Tsk, it's all over now, once Leng Changxi dies, what about Lingshoushi?"

"Of course it's Shang Min's fault. He and the witch are about to get married. Now that the witch dies, who will he bear?!"

Xiao Tingxun struggled to squeeze past the crowd who stretched their necks and scrambled to watch the excitement, and saw Shang Min sitting slumped on the ground, holding Leng Changxi's already icy corpse in his arms.

A sharp ice pick soaked in demon energy pierced through Leng Changxi's heart, and the blood coagulated and fused with the bright red wedding dress on her body, which was particularly shocking.

Shang Min looked mournful, his face so ugly that he didn't look like a living person.

This man in his prime, his face was pale, his eyes were red, he opened his mouth wide, as if he was going to cry or cry, but his lips trembled for a long time, and only a few low, hoarse, out-of-tuned sobs came out.

Those onlookers didn't seem to notice it, they were discussing, cursing, and gloating.

Shang Min groaned, hugging the woman who was gradually becoming stiff, and refused to let go.

The First Elder came, so did the Second Elder, the Third Elder, the Fourth Elder, and the Seventh Elder. They forcibly dragged Leng Changxi's body out of Shang Min's arms, trying to help him back first.

But Shang Min broke free from their shackles, he was ruthless, his neck, hands, and blue veins were bulging, he suddenly pulled out a disciple of Yuehuai Village who was in the front, and picked up the man's collar like a Chicks.

He took the disciple out of the crowd and threw it to the place where Leng Changxi's body was sitting.

"Look! You fucking show me!" He growled hoarsely.

Pressing the man's head firmly, the man's face was almost stuck on the mountain wall covered with thick ice.

On the mountain wall, there is a line of desperate poem written in blood: Fu Qingbai died straight away, solidifying the richness of the former saints!

The disciple turned pale and fell limp on the ground. I don't know if this desperate poem was too shocking, or because Shang Min was scared out of his wits.

But no one among the disciples and elders of the other sects dared to stand up and talk about anything.

They all looked ashen, and they were no longer as energetic and high-spirited as they were when they stood here, and they never said "I want to see when this witch will confess".

Xue Hantian was sealed off, and the disciples and elders from various immortal sects were sent back.

Murong Qing took Xiao Tingxun's hand, Yu Jian went back to Han Linfeng.

Along the way, neither of them spoke again.

Until you can see the top of Hanlin Peak in the distance, the bamboo building hidden in the green bamboo forest.

Murong Qing sighed and patted Xiao Tingxun's head.

"The sky is about to change," he said, "Little Ah Xun, there is no way to go, and the original intention will never be violated."

……

"Shortly after this, the Aoshan War broke out."

Xiao Tingxun's gaze was clouded, he pulled away from his memories, and looked at Nan Heng who was standing by his side: "The Changqing faction fell from the No. Guchen Pavilion jumped up, and Zhou Gan became the Great Immortal Venerable."

"Is there no one who suspects Zhou Qian?" Nan Heng asked in a deep voice.

"Yes, so what? Leng Changxi killed thousands of immortal disciples who guarded the spirit guard stone. The evidence is conclusive. Even if she dies, she cannot be exonerated."

"Then why does she still want to..." Nan Heng stopped instantly as soon as he spoke.

Why do you have to prove yourself by death?Naturally, she wanted not to implicate Shang Min and the Changqing faction.

"Master," he looked at Xiao Tingxun's cold profile, and said softly, "When we return to the Changqing School, I want to meet Leng Changxi."

"Okay," Xiao Tingxun replied, "Her tomb is in the back mountain of Fuxian Peak where the head of Shang is."

"Meeting an old friend? It's so emotional," a laughing male voice sounded from behind, "Mr. Yuqing, and this little apprentice, you are really easy for me to find."

Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun looked back, at the door of the secret room, Zhou Gan was wearing a dark ochre-colored robe, with a fake smile on his face when he was welcoming distinguished guests.

The invisibility elixir expires so quickly?

Staring at Zhou Gan vigilantly, Nan Heng subconsciously took a step forward, blocking Xiao Tingxun's front.

That Zhou Gan laughed a little bit irritatingly: "Tsk tsk tsk, as expected of Mr. Yuqing, even if he was sealed with spiritual power, he could escape and come to my bedroom. How about it? Find what you want, or want to Got it?"

Xiao Tingxun didn't reply to him, but said: "The restoration of Lingshou Stone is not as simple as you think."

"Oh?" Zhou Gan was surprised, but soon laughed again, "You guessed it so quickly? You are indeed Murongqing's apprentice."

"You are not allowed to mention him!" Xiao Tingxun suddenly became angry.

"Okay, don't mention it." Zhou Gan smiled so that his eyes narrowed, "Then why don't you tell me, how did you know?"

"Soul Guard Stone, Soul Cup, Demon Lord's heart, the answer is already obvious." Xiao Tingxun said coldly.

"The soul cup can keep the demon's heart alive, and the demon's heart is the source of the demon's power and strong demonic energy. Repairing the spirit guard stone is essential."

"I just haven't figured it out yet, how do you get the source of abundant spiritual energy?"

"Don't worry about it, Yuqing-jun," Zhou Gan narrowed his eyes suddenly, "Do you know who won't reveal the secret?"

"Dead?" Nan Heng answered subconsciously.

He is familiar with this kind of necessary questions and answers for novels and TV dramas.

"Not bad, so, you two, please go on the road with peace of mind!"

Zhou Gan laughed loudly, and suddenly pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, cut his palm, and blood flowed out immediately.

But without realizing it, he smeared all the blood from his palm on the sharp blade of the dagger, and then threw the dagger viciously on the ground.

Muttered in his mouth: "My blood will melt with it, and I will call your dead soul!"

Suddenly, a black mist rose from his body, like a thick night, like an endless abyss, engulfing him.

It's burning souls to sacrifice souls.

Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun recognized it instantly, and almost at the same time, they broke through the medicinal power of Xianlingsan abruptly.

Nan Heng summoned Jiaozang, and Xiao Tingxun summoned Ranchen.

The black mist gradually dissipated, revealing Zhou Gan's triumphantly laughing face.

From his shoulders up, stood the phantom of an old man in a gray shirt. The old man had white beard and hair, and his cheeks were slightly sunken, but even in the form of a soul, he was still full of energy.

However, his eyes were the same as the Murong Qing Nan Heng had seen before, white eyeballs without pupils, staring at the two people in front of him.

He held two daggers with cold light in his hands, the daggers were wrapped around the handle, and the blades were frosted. They were actually the divine martial arts of the first head of Guchen Pavilion, the two swords of silence.

And this old man, needless to say, is the first head of Guchen Pavilion, Fan Luo.

Xiao Tingxun's face suddenly changed. At the moment when Fan Luo's lonely spirit swords struck, he grabbed Nan Heng by the collar and pulled him behind him.

The Silent Spirit Sword fell and collided with Ranchen, splashing countless glaring spiritual flames, and the sound of clanging made the walls of the secret room tremble violently.

"Nan Heng, go first!"

Xiao Ting looked back, his voice was cold and deep.

Nan Heng took a step forward and stood side by side with him.

"No, Master, I will accompany you."