Dressed as an apprentice of Our Lady of the Sick

It had only just entered the winter moon, and there was a heavy snowfall in the sky, as if to show some grievance.

At the foot of Heilin Mountain, there are thousands of monks braving the wind and snow.

After Su Ruo finished speaking, her eyes were cold, and they stopped at the leader, a middle-aged man in a light ochre-colored gown.

This man who had been husband and wife with her for decades, after hearing what she said just now, there was no shame on his face, and even a faint smile appeared on his face.

"Everyone," Zhou Gan narrowed his eyes and smiled, "My wife has been injured for a long time since the battle of Aoshan, and she has been unconscious all the time. Now that she was captured by the devil Nan Heng, she regained her consciousness in a blink of an eye, and said There is no evidence for these words, I am afraid that the devil used some insidious means to modify my wife's memory!"

"I, Guchen Pavilion, have never touched the spirit guard stone that was destroyed by the demons back then. If you don't believe me, you can send people to my faction to search for it! Our current goal is to clear the lair of the demons and destroy this demon. Don't be fooled by it!"

The suspicion that was aroused by everyone was immediately suppressed by his two words.

Looking at the hesitation on everyone's faces, Nan Heng whispered to each other, the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a hint of sarcasm.

Don't these so-called immortal sects have no sense of judgment when they listen to the wind and rain, and what others say is what they say?

He took out the memory memory beads that Murong Qing gave him earlier from his universe bag.

I remember that Xiao Tingxun's lingering phantom told him to open it at a critical moment, and he hadn't figured it out before.

Until the old magic doctor healed Su Ruo, and learned from Su Ruo that her memory was damaged and she was controlled by that bastard Zhou Gan, she thought of Murong Qing.

He had seen a clip of Murong Qing in Xiao Tingxun's state of mind. After Murong Qing went to Guchen Pavilion to discuss the countermeasures for the Aoshan War, he was captured by Zhou Gan, the old bastard, during the Aoshan War. up.

Thinking about it carefully, it is very likely that Murong Qing knew something when he went to Guchen Pavilion that time.

He held the Memory Bead in his palm and wanted to crush it with spiritual power, but no matter how much spiritual power he used, the Memory Bead would not move at all.He condensed his demon energy again, but the result was still the same.

The small movements in his hands have been clearly seen by the people below.

Pan Fengchang, the little man with a big sword in his hand, raised his head imposingly: "Nan Heng, you don't want to do any more tricks! If you get caught now, I can still stick to the face of Yu Qingjun's apprentice in the past, and leave me alone." You are a dead body!"

Nan Heng had no choice but to put away the Remembrance Pearl first, and ran over the top of the stone pillar with his toes: "Really? For my master's sake?"

"It's a pity, my master may not be willing to give you this face."

"you……!"

Pan Fengchang choked, and the young man in the green shirt next to him stood up.

"Master Pan, you don't need to show mercy to him! I'm afraid you don't know what this devil and his good master have done!"

Holding a sword in his hand, he stared fiercely at Nan Heng with his eyes, wishing to skin him and cramp him.

His master has just been killed by this devil, the devil deserves to die, he must not stay!

Nan Heng's eyes instantly became gloomy: "If you want to say it, just say it to me, and don't talk about my master!"

"Hahaha," the young man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly, "Why, it's being maintained now?"

"That's right, the two of them have rolled on the bed, and they still have scruples about secular ethics, it's really shameless!"

"Shut up!" Nan Heng said angrily, "How dare you say one more word..."

"What? You want to kill me too?" The young man swung the sword in his hand, "Come on! I'm not afraid of you, the devil!"

The corner of Nan Heng's hand trembled violently, and a layer of black demonic energy attached to it, which was actually full of murderous aura.

Seeing him like this, the young man was even more proud: "I think that Mr. Yuqing is just pretending to be upright on the surface, but in fact he has so many dirty thoughts in secret!"

"If you can get together with your apprentice, what else can you do? And the second elder, I heard that he is a fox demon! This Changqing sect is really a den of demons, Great Immortal Venerable, when we wiped out Heilin Mountain, I think this Changqing faction should also clean up!"

"It's up to you? You're not worthy!"

There was a rough low-pitched voice in the sky, and everyone looked up, and it was actually Shang Min from the Changqing School who came with a group of disciples Yujian.

Nan Heng frowned slightly. In the original book, this person basically didn't express his opinion. He ran around among the small sects, and he didn't stop or support Zhou Gan who took the lead in hunting down the original owner and Xiao Tingxun.

Originally, when he saw this, he thought that Shang Min was just trying to protect the Changqing sect and give the disciples a way out, so now that Shang Min is in the front, is it because he wants to burn everything?

In the blink of an eye, Shang Min had brought a group of Changqing disciples with fluttering clothes to stop in front of many immortal monks headed by Nan Heng and Zhou Qian.

He smashed the mace in his hand to the ground, and smiled at Zhou Qian: "Pavilion Master Zhou, Shang wants to ask you a question. You have left the Changqing faction alone for the Fairy Gate Conference, and now you are the same as these tongue-twisters." The scum is chewing on my Changqing faction, what? Is it really trying to force us to close the faction!"

"You Changqing sent a demon, and a half-demon, and you still have the face to shout here?"

Before Zhou Gan could answer, Huai'an sent a fat elder to speak out.

"Heh, back then the world of cultivating immortals and the world of demons coexisted peacefully, and there were not a few monks with half-demon blood and half-demon blood. Who of you can guarantee that there are no half-blood monks in your respective sects?"

As soon as he asked those words, those people fell silent.

Zhou Gan kept looking at Shang Min with a smile on his face, and finally said at this moment: "Master Shang, you don't need to say this. After so much going back and forth, don't you still want to delay time for this devil? I Count to three, if you don't take your disciples out of the way, don't blame me for being rude to your Changqing sect!"

"Heh," Shang Min sneered, "You don't need to count, just go directly!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged forward with the mace in hand, and the two sides immediately fought together.

Nan Heng frowned, his whole body's devilish energy surged, he flew down, swiped the horn in his hand, and knocked down a group of monks, blood flowed into a river at the foot of Heilin Mountain.

Nan Heng killed happily, only to hear wailing and screaming in his ears, blood spattering, and those sanctimonious and hypocritical monks fell down one by one.

The blood in his whole body was boiling and burning, and the demonic energy became more and more vigorous.

But at this moment, a cold and familiar voice suddenly fell from midair: "Nan Heng, stop!"

A cold light flashed across the corner of his hand, and was about to pierce the heart of the little monk in front of him, Nan Heng stopped suddenly.

He looked up in disbelief, and in mid-air, Xiao Tingxun was riding a shining snow unicorn, staring at everything that happened below.

"Master!"

He suddenly widened his eyes, why did Xiao Tingxun come here?Didn't he already imprison people in Luoyun Mountain with a barrier!

But when he saw the First Elder and Second Elder riding a fire unicorn, he understood everything.

For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said to the system with some self-deprecation: "It seems that the plot is going this way, even if you intervene, there is no way to change it."

System 88: […]

[This system speaks well, I wish the host mission a complete success. 】

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With the whistling of the wind in his ears, Nan Heng raised his head, and the corner of the blue clothes passed by in front of his eyes, and Xiao Tingxun had landed beside him.

"Where's the memory pearl?" Xiao Tingxun asked quietly.

Nan Heng took out the small white bead from the Qiankun bag.

He held the bead in his palm and handed it to Xiao Tingxun: "Master, I tried it just now, and it can't be opened."

Xiao Tingxun said nothing, but directly reached out to hold Nan Heng's hand holding the bead.

Then, he blew Frost Day with one hand.

Suddenly, a stream of clear spiritual water intertwined and condensed into a water column, lifting the two of them above the crowd.

The group of monks caught in the fight naturally noticed them quickly.

It was another student of the Hengyang School in a green robe, and that person's eyes fell on the overlapping hands of Nan Heng and Xiao Tingxun, as if he had discovered something major that shattered his three views.

He shouted loudly: "This pair of masters and apprentices is really shameless! How dare you gossip like this in public!"

His shout was very effective in stopping the monks who were fighting together.

Zhou Gan swung the scimitar in his hand, and Shang Min slammed the mace on the ground, both of them looked at the two people standing on the water column.

"Immortal Yuqing is very elegant," Zhou Gan said with a smile, "I came here in a hurry just to show your little apprentice to us?"

"If you don't want your tongue, I don't mind cutting it off for you!"

Nan Heng's face turned black, and he slapped Zhou Gan with a scorching black demonic energy in his palm.

Zhou Qian dodged to dodge, and the two masked sons standing next to him stepped forward to help him block, but the devilish energy still swept across his face, leaving bloody gashes.

His eyes were sharp, and he raised his hand to wipe the blood on his cheek.

Xiao Tingxun had already opened his mouth and said: "Everyone, if you don't believe Madam Zhou's words, I still have a memory of the Aoshan battle 15 years ago."

"Who is right and who is wrong, and whether the demons should be exterminated or not? It's not too late to make a decision after reading it."

His voice was calm and cold, without any emotional ups and downs, but he calmed down all the monks who were still screaming and killing.

In the battle of Aoshan 15 years ago, everything happened very suddenly and logically. The Lingshou Stone was destroyed by the demon clan. Take a closer look at the opportunity of the year.

Among these people, even if some people have doubts about the matter of guarding the stone, they are under the coercion of the forces headed by the Great Immortal Zun Zhou Gan, and dare not bring it up again.

Zhou Gan's eyes were gloomy and cold, he gritted his teeth and stared at Xiao Tingxun, and said in a deep voice: "Immortal Yuqing, you are in the company of this murderous devil, and you still use some forged things to fool us. These faction masters are all stupid?!"

He turned his head and saw the hesitant expressions on everyone's faces. He frowned and said, "Why? You won't be shaken just because of his two words, right?"

Pan Fengchang immediately said: "How come, we must be led by the Great Immortal Venerable, and we will never listen to the slander of the devil and his master!"

Ji Chen on the side stared at Pan Fengchang with a smile, and said leisurely: "The sect master's words are wrong. Immortal Yuqing just wants to show us something, so why not take a look? Can you drop a piece of meat?"

Zhou Gan clenched his fists tightly, and stared back at him fiercely.