Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

"It shouldn't be," Shen Tangli calmly analyzed, "Immortal Venerable has not cared about world affairs for these years, and the forces of all parties in the civil society have long been scattered. Fu Yi went around buying people's hearts, which means that it is a big taboo to lose people's hearts."

"Those small schools and sects can't make a big impact, they will always betray the righteous way because of petty profits," Shen Ce frowned and said, "As for those rumors, are they true or not?"

At this time, a Taoist priest walked in from outside the tent and placed the tea table in front of the two of them.

Shen Tangli lifted the teapot lightly, and the hot tea poured into the cup: "What are the rumors my father said?"

"It is said that the inscription on the Fahua stele is no longer in the possession of Lord Xianzun, but in the hands of the demon world. Is it true or not?"

"So what if it's true, so what if it's fake?" Shen Tangli smiled slightly, "Don't say that my son doesn't know, even if my son knows, he won't think too much about where the stele is."

"Back then, it was the Immortal Venerable who saved the people from the fire and water, not the stele. Why did father ask this question?"

Shen Ceming understood the deep meaning in his words, and said: "That's right, but those ordinary people don't necessarily think so."

This is true.

Shen Tangli sighed quietly: "This matter is not something we can change. Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. How far the boat can travel depends not only on the helmsman, but also on the wisdom of the water."

"There is one more thing." Shen Ce's expression suddenly became solemn, "Yun Shuhua is the young master of Yuxiao Palace, how did he get into Qingwu Mountain with such an identity? You are the head of the Five Realms Immortal Alliance, How can the apprenticeship be handled so carelessly?"

"And this kid's life experience is not just as simple as a person from the demon world. There are rumors that he is a descendant of Yunchen, who has inherited the blood of the heavenly immortal, and can communicate with the will of heaven. Now the demon cultivator supports him to replace the immortal master to enter the domain The position of the Lord is really messed up."

Shen Tangli couldn't argue with anything, and quickly explained: "Father, Mr. Xianzun knew that Shuhua was from Yuxiao Palace early on. How dare his son influence Xianzun to accept disciples. Besides, Mr. Xianzun should have weighed the pros and cons clearly. , but no one thought that Shuhua was the son of Yunchen."

"All the cities in the Five Regions have warned that the thief Yun Shuhua should be executed," Shen Ce said, "Now that Lord Xianzun is not here, can Xianzong handle this matter?"

Shen Tangli interrupted: "Father, you know that the Immortal Venerable doesn't like outsiders meddling in his affairs. The only thing we can do now is wait for the Immortal Venerable to show up. As for Shuhua, he is not a threat for the time being. Before the departure, the Immortal Venerable had a long-term plan to imprison him in Qingwu Mountain, because he was afraid that he would do something that would harm the Five Regions."

"Immortal Venerable and Shuhua's master and apprentice are deeply in love, not as rumored by the outside world. I hope my father will not believe it."

Shen Zhizhi thought about it, and couldn't help laughing helplessly.

"Master Xianzun is really clever and clever. I'm afraid he had expected such a day. He personally hid the kid on Qingwu Mountain, so that he would not meet outsiders, but he saved his life."

This is true, if the sects of the five regions knew that Yun Shuhua appeared in everyone's sight, they would have been caught as human targets long ago.

"In your opinion, when will Lord Xianzun appear? Right now we can't find the hiding place of Xianzun. I'm afraid that something unexpected will happen." Shen Ce showed worry.

"Where the Immortal Venerable has gone, only he knows," Shen Tangli said, "All my son can do is wait for him to come back."

Shen Ce sighed heavily, showing a hint of old-fashionedness: "Judging from the current situation, every step taken by the Five Regions is extremely dangerous. It is really hard for Xianzong to take the lead at this time."

As soon as the words fell, a gentle smile appeared on Shen Tangli's face again.

"This is what you should do as a person of the Immortal Sect. Why did father say such a thing?"

The two chatted in the tent for a long time, and finally Shen Tangli got up to send Shen Ce away.

After leaving the tent, Shen Ce paused for a while, feeling a little sighed.

"Now that you are able to deal with major events that matter to the world without changing your face, you are courageous and insightful. It seems that leaving the Western Regions to assume the position of Immortal Sect was the right choice."

Shen Tangli nodded, and said softly: "Master Xianzun is kind to me, if he hadn't picked me out from the crowd at that time, Shen Tangli would not be where I am today."

"Although I don't know the reason for Master Xianzun's disappearance, I should trust him and respect his decision."

Jing Fan is not only his superior, but also his best friend.

It is the person whose friend has tried his best to keep him, he will definitely help him.

That night, Shen Tangli repaired a letter and ordered someone to send it to the Yuxu Palace quickly and hand it over to Feng He, and told him not to be optimistic about Yun Shuhua, and not to let him go down the mountain privately.

This matter is no small matter, disobeying Jing Fan is a minor matter, but losing one's life is a major matter.

After listening to Fenghe's report, Jinghe opened his eyelids, and said indifferently: "Master Xianzong should be worrying too much, Shuhua has been very peaceful recently, and has never stepped out of Xingzhu."

"What about Master Xianzun?" Feng He raised his eyebrows, "You are not worried about Xianzun missing for so long?"

"I'm definitely worried, but I believe that the Immortal will return safely," Jinghe said firmly, "I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen anyone who can hurt the Immortal, and it must be the same this time."

Fenghe said: "Then...should we tell Shuhua about this? It has been more than two months since the war started. He doesn't know what to eat every day, and he is worried about the immortal. He should have the right to know about this."

"Shuhua has lost a lot of weight, and he was already in a bad mood. If we tell him the news, will he be even more sad?" Jinghe hesitated.

Feng He asked back: "But now he doesn't know anything and is always in a daze, isn't that more uncomfortable?"

"What you said makes some sense, Shuhua should know about it," Jinghe nodded, "But I'll test Shuhua first, and if he's not in a good state, don't tell him about it for now."

Feng He looked at him and nodded in compromise.

Time flies, and now it is early summer in the mountains, and the wind is blowing along the gurgling streams and lakes, and the air is not hot.

Jinghe saw Yun Shuhua sitting in a daze beside the lotus bushes in Jinghu from a distance, and felt relieved.

Since I came out to view the scenery, I must be in a good mood, and finally I didn't close myself in the small courtyard like before and see no one.

Jing He remembered the cruel words he said back then, his face burned, he became a little embarrassed for some reason, and his steps slowed down a bit.

Yun Shuhua, who was looking at Hanyu in the lake, didn't notice someone approaching behind him.

He is dressed in plain white today, his hair is not tied up as neatly as before, it is only fixed by a hair tie, since Jing Fan left, he has been dressed in such a rough manner, as if he has lost interest in everything.

Looking at him from a distance, his face was still so pale, but looking at it this way, he looked more like a sick beauty with weak willows and strong winds.

Yun Shuhua stared at a half-opened lotus in a daze.

The lotus flower is different from the others, its petals are curled at the edges, and it is withered before it is fully bloomed. It hangs there alone, in stark contrast to the white lotus that is growing around it.

Yun Shuhua was fascinated, until Jinghe stood beside him, and then slowly turned his head.

"Shuhua, I'm here to see you," Jinghe smiled at him, "How are you doing these days, have you persisted in practicing?"

Yun Shuhua shook his head and did not speak.

"Why, are you in a bad mood today?" Jing He sat down beside him, "If you're in a bad mood, you can go out to relax, you didn't see me and Feng He behind closed doors a few days ago, we were all going to die of anxiety. "

"By the way, Shen Xianzong sent a letter from the Northland, which mentioned Lord Xianzun..."

Before the words fell, Yun Shuhua began to cough violently.

The word "Xianzun" touched a fragile nerve in him, and then his temples began to throb, as if someone had stuck a stick in his mind and stirred it up violently.

Jinghe was startled by him, and quickly said: "Shuhua, how do you feel, is it blown by the wind?"

But the wind is not cool this season.

Yun Shuhua covered his head impatiently, and sat on the ground, groaning in pain.

"Uh...it hurts."

Jinghe stood up hesitantly, backed up again and again: "Shuhua, you are not trying to trick me into taking you down the mountain again, are you?"

"Now is not an ordinary time. If it was in the past, it's fine. In order not to cause trouble for Master Xianzong, you must not go out of the mountain..."

Before he finished speaking, Jing He suddenly smelled something wrong.

Yun Shuhua didn't seem to be pretending.

He watched the boy lying on the ground in pain, with his forehead resting on his forearm, his breathing quickened, and he coughed indiscriminately.Not long after, blood flowed from under him.

Jinghe knelt down beside him, and carefully helped Yun Shuhua up.

Blood flowed from the boy's mouth and nose, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead to the ground.

"Shuhua!" Jinghe was frightened out of his wits, and asked in a trembling voice, "Shuhua, are you still awake?"

"I'm in pain, my head hurts," Yun Shuhua grabbed his sleeves hard, his voice choked up, "Get out of here quickly, please."

Jinghe embraced him in his arms, continuously channeled mana to help him adjust his breathing, and knocked him out again when Yun Shuhua was unprepared.

He was very anxious in his heart, turned around and picked up Yun Shuhua, hurried him back to the couch in the house, choked up and said to the sleeping Yun Shuhua: "I will find a way to heal you, you must not There is something, otherwise I will die ten thousand times and it will not be enough to atone for my crime."

Jing He covered him with a quilt, rushed out the door, and wiped away his tears.

Why didn't he believe what Yun Shuhua said at that time, and thought he was lying to himself!In his current state, he is completely different from before, why didn't he find out earlier?

Jing He shed tears as he walked, bit his lip hard, and ran quickly.

He slammed open the door of the Jade Market Hall, tripped over the threshold and fell to the ground.

Feng He looked at him in surprise, and stepped forward to help him up: "What's the matter, what happened?"

Jing He gritted his teeth and said: "It's not too late, quickly repair a letter, and I will personally send it to the battlefield, saying that Yun Shuhua is seriously ill and his life is hanging by a thread!"

At this time, Yun Shuhua in Xingzhu woke up again tormented by pain.

He supported the side of the bed, groped around the pillow, and took out the string of wind chimes and jade pendants after a while.

One of the jade-like campanulas was crushed into powder, and the warm and cool touch stuck to Yun Shuhua's lips.

"Jiang, Jiang Shuwan...take me away, leave, leave the Eastern Region."

Yun Shuhua closed his eyes, his nose sore.

"I, Yun Shuhua, can never, never die at this time."