Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

The cold wind whizzed by the ears, the surrounding scenery quickly retreated around the few people, the hell on earth was crying and mourning under the feet, and there was a vast and endless road ahead when looking up.

As the sun was setting, the four of them finally saw Liuyun Peak standing above a sea of ​​forest in the distance.

As they approached, Nan Heng saw in a daze that there was a neat line of people at the foot of the mountain, all of them were in the school uniforms of Changqing sect disciples in fluttering white clothes.

"Master, is the head of the sect bringing people to welcome us?"

Xiao Tingxun also looked forward, but saw the middle-aged man in the lead wearing a dark blue robe, bordered by gold thread, amber agate inlaid with flame patterns, the hem of the clothes was fierce, very majestic and mighty.

As they got closer, the four of them landed smoothly one after another, but they all ran away all the way, all in a mess.

At the foot of Liuyun Peak, Shang Min and Bai Chengyan led a group of disciples from the Changqing Sect to stand within the guarding barrier, with solemn expressions on their faces. When they saw a few people returning, there was no worry or concern on their faces.

By this time, Nan Heng, Xiao Tingxun and Yin Jiu all realized something was wrong.

It's just that Qi Jin is impatient, or he has experienced too many things, and his mood is chaotic.

When he saw Shang Min and the Great Elder Bai Chengyan standing beside him, he shouted anxiously: "Master! Great Elder! We are back!"

"Come and help, my master is injured, and Elder Yuqing is also injured, my senior brother, my senior brother..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Shang Min's emotionless tone: "Open the enchantment, let Ping Lan and Qi Jin in."

The two disciples next to him took out the tokens around their waists and opened the gate guard barrier. Qi Jin looked happy and helped Yin Jiu go to the mountain gate. Immediately, a disciple from the outer sect came out to help pick up Su Ye's body .

Qi Jin supported Yin Jiu and walked a few steps, but seeing his master stopped, he was a little puzzled and asked, "Master, what's wrong?"

Yin Jiu turned his head and glanced at Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun who were still standing there.

Qi Jin suddenly realized: "Elder Yuqing, Junior Brother Nan, why are you still standing there?! Come in!"

"Confused! You still call him Junior Brother?!" Shang Min said, "Do you know who he is?!"

Qi Jin was stunned, and looked at Shang Ming with some puzzlement: "The head, Junior Brother Nan, isn't he Junior Brother Nan? Who else could he be?"

"Stupid!" Shang Min scolded, "He is the son of the former Demon Lord Nanxi who survived the siege of Heilin Mountain before!"

"Hehe, I'm afraid that the title of Demon Venerable is about to fall on the head of Junior Brother Nan that you are talking about!"

Qi Jin's eyes widened suddenly: "But... the head, isn't this a rumor spread by Zhou Gan?"

"Elder Yuqing and Junior Brother Nan captured the elder who practiced forbidden techniques in Guchen Pavilion and killed the people of Anze County, and two hidden guards. Zhou Qian, in order to save his wife, did not hesitate to fight against us. Spread the rumors!"

"Sect Leader, don't listen to him, Junior Brother Nan, how could he be Demon Lord! You must have made a mistake!"

But Nan Heng who was standing outside the door smiled at him: "Senior brother Qi, what the head said is true."

"When those bastards from the immortal sect came, I killed many of them with my sword. You were only concerned about your senior brother and master at that time, so you didn't pay attention."

"..."

Qi Jin's hand supporting Yin Jiu was trembling faintly, how could this be?How did it become like this!

The father who said he hoped for him to become a talent, but regarded him as a weapon for the elder brother to polish; the master who got along with him day and night was actually a half-demon; Said that he always hated him.

Also, there is also his junior brother Nan who has become a close friend, but his real identity is the Demon Lord.

He was stunned, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Nan Heng sighed, and let go of Xiao Tingxun's arm: "Master, you should go back too, I just sent you here."

But Xiao Tingxun did not move. He looked coldly at Shang Min who was standing inside the barrier: "Master, Nan Heng is my apprentice. If you refuse to let him into the sect, I will take him in." leave."

"Yuqing, why are you doing this!" Bai Chengyan said anxiously, "He is a Demon Lord, but you are not, why are you following him!"

"Now that things have happened, I'm afraid I can't hide some things."

Xiao Tingxun put his hands behind his back, and the evening wind blew through his hair, raising three thousand black hairs: "I saved Nan Heng from the hands of those immortal beasts who were in vain."

"I took him in as a disciple because I knew his identity and wanted to keep him by my side. Now that his identity has been exposed, I will not let him go. I will not force the head to take him in and embarrass you."

"..."

Nan Heng was impatient: "Master, we agreed at the beginning! When I am full-fledged, let me go to seek revenge by myself, and you will stop interfering!"

"But if you are like this now, I am afraid that you will be torn to pieces by those sects and factions chasing and besieging you if you leave the boundary of Liuyun Town."

"Then you can unlock my seal." Nan Heng's eyes gradually condensed, and his tone became a little heavier, "At this time, why bother to flood the Virgin's heart!"

"In the future, I will definitely meet these hypocritical righteous dogs of the immortal sect. What will you do then?!"

He almost sneered, and stared at Xiao Tingxun with dark eyes: "Stay in front of me and let me be merciful, or stop in front of those scumbags and let them not kill me?"

He gritted his teeth tightly, not letting go of the slightest expression on Xiao Tingxun's face.

Must, must force his master to retreat, otherwise he will not find a better opportunity than this, the Immortal Gate Conference will be in three days, and he has no time.

"I don't want to go back myself."

Xiao Tingxun looked at him calmly like a mirror of water, "If you don't want me to be with you, I will leave and I won't interfere with what you do."

"you………"

Nan Heng was so choked by him, when did his master become so thick-skinned?

Xiao Tingxun glanced at him indifferently, then flicked his sleeves, stood upright in the evening breeze, and bowed to Shang Min three times: "Xiao Tingxun, the third elder of the Changqing sect, bid farewell to the sect leader, the mountains are high and the road is far away, It will be indefinite."

After finishing speaking, he untied the elder's jade token around his waist, a pure spiritual flow sprang up in his palm, closed his slender fingers, and the spiritual flow wrapped and shattered the elder's jade token.

Then, he turned sharply and went down the mountain path along the tree-shaded mountain path without stopping.

"Yuqing! What are you doing! Come back! You still have injuries!"

Behind him, Bai Chengyan was still shouting anxiously.

But it was followed by Shang Min's cold snort: "What do you care about him? He saved the remnants of the demon clan and concealed it for so many years. If you stay in the faction, you can't escape the heavy punishment of abolishing the spirit core. It's better to leave clean!"

Nan Heng clenched his fists tightly, he...

Did Xiao Tingxun personally block the start of the master-student rebellion mission?

Hearing the ringing sound of the system in his head, Nan Heng sighed: "I also said the cruel words, this time I really don't blame me, he insisted not to go back."

System 88: [This system has detected that the host's mood fluctuates greatly, and it seems that he is not unhappy.Moreover, the host didn't do it ruthlessly enough. 】

Nan Heng: "..."

"How can you be cruel? Stab him with a sword? Knock him out and throw it to Shang Min? Brother, I beg you to be a human being. Forget it, you are not human in the first place."

System 88: […]

Nan Heng raised his forehead: "Anyway, there are still three days until the Fairy Gate Conference, so I'll just think of a way."

[I hope the host will fight. 】The cold mechanical voice of System 88 unexpectedly reveals a tone of hatred for iron.

Someone touched his sleeve, Nan Heng came back to his senses, Yin Jiu stood behind him: "You take this."

He held a letter in his hand, and Nan Heng asked, "Second Elder, what is this?"

"It's a prescription for healing the old wound on Yuqing's wrist. You can take it and use it."

"Thank you, Second Elder." Nan Heng said.

Yin Jiuchang sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "Take care."

Nan Heng bowed to him, turned around and went after Xiao Tingxun.

Behind him, Shang Ming shouted in a cold voice: "Close the gatekeeper's enchantment, set up an array, and put up the protective cover!"

The gatekeeper barrier was closed, and all the disciples lined up, and soon a solid golden mask was put down.

Shang Ye turned around and stepped up the steps leading to the top of Liuyun Peak. Bai Chengyan followed, and all the disciples who had completed their formation also left one after another.

Qi Jin still stood there stupidly.

"Let's go." Yin Jiu greeted him, "I have to deal with Su Ye's funeral when I go back."

Qi Jin stood there stubbornly: "Master, what's the matter? Why did everything change after we went down the mountain to practice?"

Yin Jiu didn't know how to answer him, he just sighed for the first time today: "Let's go."

The two masters and apprentices slowly trailed behind a group of disciples, climbed up the towering mountain path, and headed for the peak.

However, the two stood in the small square of Xianlu Terrace of Liuyun Peak, but they were suddenly stunned.

The square was filled with darkness, and both Qi Jin and Yin Jiu were very familiar with the masked man in a cloak and a hood.

Each of these killers held a scimitar on the necks of thousands of Changqing sect disciples. The cold light of the blade shone, reflecting the golden evil spirit mask on the face of the leader.

"How is that little devil gone?" said the leader wearing a golden mask.

Shang Min's face became darker and darker: "Let's go, you can let him go now!"

The man was very leisurely: "What are you in a hurry? Where did he go?"

"How do I know!" Shang Min was furious, "I drove him away, even if I asked him where he was going, he wouldn't tell me!"

"Hmph, let's go," the leader with the golden mask snorted and raised his hand, "Retreat!"

As soon as the words fell, all the killers immediately retracted their scimitars and retreated behind him.

Shang Min clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, but he tried his best not to let himself get angry, and not to provoke the man wearing a ghost mask in front of him.

"I'll let you off this time. The Fairy Gate Conference will be held in three days. We'll see how you perform then."

The leader of the ghost face jumped down from a statue in Xianlutai, stretched his waist, and greeted the killer behind him: "Let's go. Please trouble the head of Shang to open the back door."

Shang Min's face was black and red, and a pair of strong and powerful hands almost crushed his bones. He gritted his teeth and said each word: "Bo Yan, take someone to open the gate of the mountain behind Liuyun Peak. Send them—out!"

"Hey, Sect Leader Shang is very polite," the ghost-faced leader said briskly, "I'll see you at the Immortal Sect."

Responding to him was the sound of Shang Min's steady and forceful footsteps gradually receding.