More than three realms handle

"Jiang Sheng, what do you want to drink?" Xiao Shuyue got up from the lawn and patted the ashes.

"Just like you." The boy didn't look up, he focused on the painting in front of him, and carefully wrote down another stroke.

Not long after the girl left, a man emerged from the bushes behind him, quietly approaching the boy who was seriously painting.

The drug-soaked scarf covered Jiang Sheng's mouth and nose, and within a few breaths he stopped struggling, and the palette in his hand fell to the ground.

The man loosened his grip, patted the boy's delicate face, and sneered, "Lover? That's all."

The soda fell to the ground, Xiao Shuyue froze in place, she only left for a few minutes, why did Jiang Sheng disappear!

Painting tools were strewn across the lawn, and red paint was poured ominously onto half-painted canvases.

Other than that, there are no other traces, as if the boy was just drawing and being sucked into the painting.

This conversation has been going on for half an hour, and the professor understands it with reason and emotion, but Ling Xian didn't say anything other than a few perfunctory nods.

He even glanced at the books spread out on the table from time to time, obviously not listening.

The professor supported his forehead and shook his head, finally he couldn't continue speaking.

"I understand." Ling Xian finally spoke the first sentence.

The professor raised his mustache, slammed the table, and said angrily, "Then why are you still obsessed with it!"

This is not the first time Ling Xian has participated in such a dangerous and unreliable ceremony, but this time the protagonist is not him.

Afterwards, the professor would try to persuade him, if he could really change his fate against the sky, how could there be so many life and death in the world.But this kid never listened to it once, and he still did it his own way.

"I have found a way to transform." As soon as Ling Xian said this, the professor calmed down, and seemed a little guilty.

He leaned forward and continued: "Actually, you already knew."

The professor wanted to say something, but hesitated again, but finally did not speak.

He did know early on.In earlier times, the way to transform humans, ghosts and gods was not a secret, and everyone flocked to it.But it's easy for a person to become a ghost, but to become a god?Difficult to ascend to heaven.

After the great prosperity of science, this matter was suppressed and only circulated secretly in folklore.But there are very few people who really know about it, and those who succeed in the end are even rarer.

Originally, he didn't intend to tell Ling Xian, but this child struggled too hard, and he really couldn't bear it.

"It's like a fairy tale, isn't it?" Ling Xian laughed and continued, "You didn't intend to tell me before, so why did you change your mind?"

"Fate should be in your own hands," the professor continued after pondering for a while, "I can't make the decision for you."

Now Ling Xian was speechless.

But even if he knew it, so what, could he really become a god admired by thousands of people?

After a short silence, Ling Xian spoke again: "This is the last time, I just... want to see my ending in advance."

Knowing Chensha and going to Huangquan, death doesn't seem so scary anymore.

There is nothing in this world to be nostalgic for, he just feels that fate is unfair, and wants to give himself an explanation for his rebellion these years.

The professor pushed over a cup of tea, and the two sat quietly for a while, digesting the conversation just now, life and death were still too important.

"Professor, your book..." Ling Xian pointed to the book spread out on the table, hesitating to speak.

The professor must have seen it too, if he didn't want to say it, forget it.

The professor generously pushed the book over. This is a book that introduces various wines. The strange thing is that there is a word "wine" circled on each page. The color is not like ordinary pens, but more like... paint .

Ling Xian raised his eyebrows, waiting for the professor to explain.

"This is from Qingyun Temple, and the ancient books you read before are also there. Xiao Shuyue, I don't know if you have seen it, she is the second disciple of Qingyun Temple, and she is an auditor in the art department. She has always been in charge of these... "The professor stopped suddenly when he said this.

"But this is obviously not the book you want, and I guess Xiao Shuyue didn't come to send it this time." Ling Xian put down the book and looked at the professor.

"Xiao Yang sent it this morning. He said that the senior sister is sick and he will send it for the time being." The professor frowned, and said after a while, "Qingyun Temple, it is very likely that something happened."

After the Great Elder of Qingyun Temple retreated, the disciples in the temple who had differences due to cultivation issues gradually split into two groups, the radical faction headed by the eldest disciple, and the sober faction who took a wait-and-see attitude. Xiao Shuyue belonged to the latter.

Xiao Yang is the big disciple's dog leg, usually very arrogant, he has always looked down on such work as delivering books.

From this point of view, Xiao Shuyue is probably... asking for help.

As a professor, it's not convenient to come forward directly, but it's not his character to ignore it.

Ling Xian thought for a while, then said in a deep voice, "I'll go."

"That's the only way. I'll let Nan Hao go with you later." The professor stood up and patted him on the shoulder.

"He's sad, let's forget it." Ling Xian smiled, as if he didn't care.

"No! It's too dangerous!" The professor frowned and started to lecture again.

Seeing this, Ling Xian immediately stood up, helped him back to sit on the chair, and coaxed him: "Don't worry, Chensha will help me."

The professor turned around in astonishment, only to see his precious student blinking: "Haven't you already met?"

Ling Xian took the opportunity to sit back beside the professor and looked at him with his head propped up: "If you are really worried about me, give me some more spells from last time."

"Xiao Liang, don't be obsessed anymore..." Before the woman finished speaking, a slap greeted her first, and she was thrown heavily to the ground.

The man named Xiao Liang stood in the shadows, unable to see his expression clearly.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the temperature in the dungeon suddenly dropped a few points: "You really followed your mother, Xiao-shu-yue!" The man gritted his teeth and read her name, as if he wanted to chew it up and swallow it.

Unlike other disciples who are keen on seeking immortality, my mother yearns for freedom more, often travels around, and has not returned since she left last time.

Even being called a traitor by others, Xiao Shuyue, who had always admired her mother, didn't get any good looks, but because of her status as the second disciple, she never dared to attack.

Xiao Liang walked away after saying this.

Xiao Shuyue sat up slowly, pressed the sore corner of her mouth, and looked at the direction in which the man was leaving, her loose hair fell on her face, wiping away the salty tears.

After the Great Elder retreated, there was no one in power in the temple, so the villain attained the Tao.

The eldest disciple Xiao Liang first emptied the real power of the Taoist temple, then he failed to practice and began to find some heresy, and now he has locked up all the sober sects.

Xiao Shuyue was not in the Taoist temple recently, and according to other people, Xiao Liang seemed to have arrested some innocent people, and he didn't know what to do.

Jiang Sheng's whereabouts are still unknown, and he was locked up again. Now he can only pray that the distress message sent out will be found.

"Chensha, do I have to dress like this?" Ling Xian stood in front of the mirror, dumbfounded.

This guy got a set of night clothes from somewhere, so he insisted on changing himself.The fit was a good fit, but that would only make it more suspicious.

After coming out of the barrier, Chen Sha's attitude changed a little.

Although his words were still awkward, everything he did was aimed at and protecting him.

Chen Sha frowned, held down Ling Xian's hand that was trying to untie his clothes, and said seriously: "Just wear this, to hide."

This human being is so careless. How did he survive until now? He is always trying to die, and now he has made a mess for himself.

When Ling Xian gave his life to him in the barrier, Chen Sha knew that the human being in front of him could not escape.

Having spent half his life in suspicion and suspicion, even a small amount of trust is enough for him to treat it with [-]% sincerity.

It doesn't matter if you cheat or take advantage of it, as long as there is that one heart-to-heart delivery, that's enough.

"Is everything ready?" Xiao Liang sat on the seat of the Great Elder, carefully rubbing the pattern on the armrest.

"Okay, okay." Xiao Yang seemed to want to say something, and turned his head back to the pair of sinister eyes of Senior Brother Shang.

"Say!" Xiao Liang's tone could not hear any joy or anger, but the younger brother below was trembling with fright.

"Senior Sister's book...is weird." Senior brother is so smart, Xiao Yang can't see it if he doesn't believe it.

Ever since the direct disciple of the Zhu family next door was chosen as the envoy of the gods, the elder brother has become weird, always saying something like "stepping into the fairyland", and his attitude towards other people has also become weird. That kind of look seems to be... assessing the value, whether it is worth living or not.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yang couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"That bitch goes down the mountain every day to hook up with others, you don't think she's missing and no one comes looking for her?" Xiao Liang leaned forward and smiled evilly, "If we know who will come, things will be easier ?”

"After a while, the guests will come."

Ling first climbed up the wall, wanting to experience the feeling of flying over the eaves and walls, but suddenly he stopped, remembering that he did not know this skill.He turned his head, blinked, and called for help.

Chen Sha straightened her back and conveyed with rich eyes: Look at me.

The next moment, Chen Sha grabbed Ling Xian's waist, put his arm on her shoulder, and flew him from one roof to another, with the sound of howling wind and strong heartbeat beside her ears.

It doesn't seem so bad to be pampered once in a while.Ling Xian looked at the scenery passing by in front of him, and smiled faintly.

"Where do you think it will be locked?" The words were distorted in the wind, but they seemed to be spoken close to the ear.

Ling Xian was stunned for a moment, and said: "The dungeon, it's convenient for guarding."

After dodging two guarding disciples, he finally reached the vicinity of the dungeon.

The temple is heavily guarded, and the two groups of people patrol alternately, but this kind of Taoist temple occasionally needs to eat incense money. Now people outside can't come in, people inside can't get out, it must be weird.

There are even more people patrolling in the dungeon, in addition to fixed guards, there are also mobile patrols.

But too much is useless, they are too weak to hold up.

Chen Sha turned around by herself, and Ling Xian was hiding in the darkness wearing night clothes, slowly looking for Xiao Shuyue.

These disciples often get down on the ground before seeing the figure.

The strange thing is that the dungeon is almost full, and all the disciples are locked up.

Speaking of which, so far, I haven't seen any major disciples of the sect, and almost all of them appear at the next level.

Recently, a lot of people disappeared inexplicably in the city. The professor asked himself to pay attention, and it seems that they are not here now.

Ling touched his chin first, and walked to the next prison.

The woman in the prison, with her hair disheveled and unable to see her face clearly, was grinding the lock on the door with a piece of gravel, with bright red blood oozing from her fingers, but she was grinding tirelessly as if she didn't know the pain.

Ling Xian gently pushed her hand away and pried open the lock.

The woman raised her head and stared at the person in a daze, her face was stained with tears that hadn't dried yet.

She suddenly became agitated, grabbed Ling Xian's arm, and said incoherently: "You were sent by the professor, right? Jiang Sheng, have you seen Jiang Sheng?"

Chen Sha put down the last guard, walked over and stood by Ling Xian's side.

The woman in the prison was indeed Xiao Shuyue, but she was so haggard compared to the last time I met, that she was almost unrecognizable.

Jiang Sheng?

Just as Ling Xian was about to answer, all the doubts along the way suddenly came together.People missing in the city for no reason, distress messages delivered safely, disciples in power who have not yet shown up...

No, it's a trick to divert the tiger away from the mountain!

The author has something to say:

The two are now in a long-term relationship without knowing it

Well, in fact, I am not very good at writing emotional dramas (bitter)

I still wish you all a happy Tanabata!

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