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"Dream!" The purple-clothed boy bit the fish and made a grimace at Zhuang Sheng.

Zhuang Sheng was out of breath. He wiped the drool on his face, and rushed towards him.

The boy in purple turned a little to one side, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"A transformed monster?"

Zhuang Sheng put his hands on his hips and said, "Hmph, be afraid! If you are afraid, hand over the grilled fish!"

The corner of the purple-clothed boy's mouth drew an arc, and he said mockingly, "I've never seen such a weak monster like you. You're not as powerful after being transformed."

"I'll fight with you!" Zhuang Sheng pounced on him with a bit of jealousy stimulated by the other party's words.

Thunder and lightning split from the palm of the man in purple.

Zhuang Sheng's eyes changed, and he immediately opened the space crack and fled in.

A moment later, he saw the timing again, jumped out of the crack, and grabbed the grilled fish with his palm!

Grilled fish Grilled fish!I am coming!

The next moment, the purple-clothed boy who had his back turned to him suddenly turned his head.

"It's really deceiving." The young man smiled, and Zhuang Sheng immediately realized that something was wrong. This is a trap!

But when he jumped out, thunder and lightning shot up around him and the man.

Zhuang Sheng sadly found that the space around him was blocked by lightning, and now he is in a prison of lightning and light.

"It turns out that the real body is a bird, no wonder it likes to eat fish so much."

The Lightning Prison indented a little bit, and finally became the size of a birdcage.

Zhuang Sheng, who had just transformed into a human being, was arrested just as soon as he ran out from the Taixuan Sword Sect, and his identity as a monster was discovered.

In the Thunder Birdcage, the yellow-haired Zhuang Sheng didn't dare to be arrogant anymore.

He tightened his wings so that his head was almost retracted into the wings.

"Hey, little bird, what's your name?"

"My name is Zhuang Sheng, my lord."

"What's your relationship with Zhuang Qiu?"

"My lord, do you know my father? Look, it's really flooding the Dragon King Temple. My family is beating my own family."

Just as Zhuang Sheng was about to chatter, he saw the purple-clothed boy's half-smile expression.

Suddenly, he became a mute.

"Zhuang Qiu is my little lover." The purple-clothed boy thought to himself, he is a part of Ji Qingning, Zhuang Qiu is Ji Qingning's little lover, so naturally he is also his little lover, this logic is correct.

"For his sake, let me spare you for the time being, but... since when did he have a monster son, he is still proficient in space..." The purple-clothed boy suddenly enlightened: "I'll just say! He must be the same as Lu Xuan One leg, look, the son has come out, Ji Qingning, that idiot, still doesn't know anything about it."

"That's fine." The purple-clothed boy suddenly lost his temper, and said with a weird smile: "Put him a green hat, so that he won't be rude to me again."

Zhuang Sheng didn't dare to say anything.

—Let this fool continue to make up his mind, he chose to play dead.

The purple-clothed boy knocked on the Thunderbird cage, and he smiled and said, "From now on, you will be my little bird. You will be called...Xiao Huang. My name is Ji Lian, and you will call me your master from now on."

The eyes in Zhuang Sheng's heart almost rolled to the sky, but he still said obediently: "Master~"

Ji Lian was very satisfied with Zhuang Sheng's understanding. He was about to catch another fish to feed his little bird, when his consciousness was suddenly touched.

He looked up to the sky, and several spirit boats flew past his head.

Ji Lian immediately restrained his breath and held the birdcage in his hand.

He looked up, and above the clouds, all kinds of strangely shaped spirit boats were moving towards Bei Muzhou with awe-inspiring momentum.

He frowned.

Such a large-scale migration of Renxiu, could it be that the final decisive battle is coming?

……

Xiao Yi was watching the disciples of the Taixuan Sword Sect get on the spirit boat.

The spirit boat is not a standard one, but in the hands of all the immortal cultivators. Among the sects, there are only a few who have spirit boats, and several spirit boats have been built in the sect—this is a normal mission, but the distance is relatively small. It will only be used when you are far away.

Lin Lin always put together twenty spirit boats, and finally carried Moxiu and Taixuan Sword Sect members on board.

People from other sects have already set off, and the Taixuan Sword Sect is considered to be the late departure.

It's the last day, after lobbying for so long, those who refused to leave the sect seemed determined not to leave.

There are more than 2000 Taixuan Sword Sects, and only about [-] people are unwilling to move to Beimuzhou.

Among the thirty or so people, Zhuang Qiu actually knew each other.

That should be a junior from Hidden Sword Peak in the past. He has an impression of this junior because because of his admiration, this junior got into a fight with people from other sects during the Zongmen Grand Competition.

Zhuang Qiu still had a deep impression of that incident. This junior brother was going to be punished badly, so he begged for mercy on his behalf. In the end, Senior Uncle Xiao Yi didn't punish him harshly, so he stopped his spirit stone for two months. Let him take care of the medicine garden.

But this junior has turned into an old man.

At dusk and morning, even the eyes are cloudy.

For a cultivator to show such an old state, it is obvious that his time is approaching.

Those who will stay in the Taixuan Sword Sect are all practitioners who are approaching their deadlines. They have limited talents and cannot cultivate to a higher level. They were injured in a certain battle, and they are only over 100 years old. The deadline is coming. .

And after living in the Qingyuan Mountains all their lives, they didn't want to die anywhere else, they just wanted to die at home.

Zhuang Qiu felt that he had to persuade them, people cannot accept their fate, especially cultivators, once they think they are going to die, even the Da Luo Immortal can't save them.

Zhuang Qiu came to the old man's door and knocked on the door.

Ji Qingning didn't stop him, but he seemed to know that Zhuang Qiu was wasting his efforts, so he just stood not far from him and didn't follow him in.

"Come in." An old voice came from inside the door.

Zhuang Qiu pushed the door open and walked in.

The old man was sitting on a chair. He didn't cultivate, he was just sitting, he seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't seem to be thinking about anything.

"Junior Brother Cang." Taking a closer look, this junior brother is even older. Obviously in Zhuang Qiu's memory, this junior brother is only in his teens. His nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

But after Zhuang Qiu won the competition, he still shouted at Zhuang Qiu with a bright smile like a fanatical fan under the ring.

"Senior brother Zhuang Qiu is the number one Nascent Soul Stage in the world!" He was like a brain-dead, but when Zhuang Qiu won the competition and defended the reputation of the Taixuan Sword Sect, the juniors were all brain-dead.

To Zhuang Qiu, those memories seem to be just yesterday.

But today, this junior brother Xiao Canglan with red lips and white teeth has become like this.

Cang Lan raised her head, and when she saw who was coming, her cloudy eyes lit up.

"It's Senior Brother Zhuang Qiu, sit down quickly, Senior Brother, I'll make you a pot of good tea."

"No, I'll talk to you a few words, and then I'll leave."

Cang Lan's back looked a bit bent, not like an arrogant young man with a sword on his back.

Zhuang Qiu couldn't bear to watch, he said: "The purpose of this migration is not to settle down in Beimuzhou. After we kill the demon clan, we will still come back."

Cang Lan smiled, and said gently: "I understand Brother Zhuang Qiu's kindness, but there's no need, I'm an old bone, so I won't move. I'm afraid I won't be able to see it when I beat back the demon clan. Senior brother will watch it for me." Let's see."

Zhuang Qiu hated him and said: "Junior Brother Cang, you were not like this a hundred years ago. You were not afraid of the sky and the earth at that time. You dared to rush up to everything. When you met me at the late stage of Golden Core and scolded me, you were still with others at the early stage of Golden Core. After a fight, why are you so willing to accept your fate now?"

Cang Lan was startled, as if he saw the past, and said in a nostalgic tone: "Senior brother still remembers."

"However, that was a long, long time ago. I am no longer young, and I have become too many geniuses, and too many juniors have surpassed my cultivation level. Senior brother, I am not you. You see, after so many years, you Nothing has changed."

"But I... am too old. Senior brother, I understand your kindness, but everyone has their own destiny, I can only go here. Senior brother, please follow my heart and let me die on this mountain."

When Zhuang Qiu heard these words, he already knew that he couldn't persuade the other party anymore.

Presumably the people sent by Xiao Yi had persuaded him countless times, but Junior Brother Cang was still unmoved, so naturally he couldn't persuade him either.

"When I was young, I always heard people say that it's good to be young. It's good to be young. At that time, I thought I understood it, but it wasn't until I was really old that I suddenly realized that it's good to be young."

"Brother, I believe in you, the Yaozu will definitely be repelled."

"The incense of the human race will last forever."

Zhuang Qiu walked out the door with heavy steps.

Seeing that his expression was not very good, Ji Qingning came up to meet him.

"Brother?"

"Junior Brother Canglan is dying."

"When he supported Moxiu, he was already in his twilight years. Later, he was injured in that battle, his foundation was destroyed, and he couldn't be saved. Now he has a chat with you, his wish is fulfilled, and his death is not in vain. Don't blame yourself, brother. Everyone has their own destiny."

Zhuang Qiudao: "It's really strange to say that I'm just an ordinary mortal, and I'm not from a family of cultivation, but my talent is even higher than those of those families. If I don't have such a talent, I'm afraid that among the people who died, there will be some of me. share."

"Brother, what are you thinking, there are not so many ifs, let's go, Senior Uncle Xiao Yi is still waiting for us."

Xiao Yi was indeed waiting for the two of them.

Seeing that Zhuang Qiu looked a little lonely, he took Ji Qingning aside after the two got on the boat.

Ji Qingning asked, "Uncle Master, what's the matter?"

"Zhuang Qiu is only 22 years old now, he has never seen much blood, and he has never seen how tragic the war dead are. Now that he sees the death of his old friends, he must feel uncomfortable. You should enlighten him more and don't let him go. Detour."

"I know." Ji Qingning replied.

"Well, I can trust you to handle things prudently. When you reach the Haoqi League, you should pay more attention to him. Sooner or later other sects will know about his loss of memory. In the battle of Fengmo City, many people on Renxiu's side also died Everyone, they are all seniors, so it is inevitable that they will resent Zhuang Qiu as the mastermind in their hearts, and those in the fusion stage should have no face to attack Zhuang Qiu, but there is no guarantee that those in the transformation stage will not come to find fault when they hear about Zhuang Qiu's situation."

"You have to keep an eye on those who are in the seventh to ninth realms of Transformation God, and if they dare to attack Zhuang Qiu, beat them hard to scare other people who want to do it."