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After a long silence, two silent tears fell on the ice bed.

Qi Zhong's drooping head was listless, his eyes were clouded with mist, and the unwillingness and grievance in his heart surged up, making him unable to stop thinking about himself.

Seeing him like this, Qi Yuxing relaxed his serious expression and sighed helplessly.

"Hey. If you really want to know the truth, I will tell you as a teacher."

"The truth?" Qi Zhong slowly raised his head when he heard his backsliding words, the confusion in his eyes remained undiminished.

Qi Yuxing put on his crutches and began to talk about the mystery: "To be honest, you are very talented, and you are a good material for cultivating immortals. Whether it is sword cultivation, heart cultivation, or heresy, you can teach yourself. Even if you don't go to Forming a pill, without casting the essence, you are born with an elemental force capable of controlling all kinds of spiritual secret arts. This kind of sympathetic physique, which is rare in a thousand years, is all brought about by your innate mysterious fate. "

"..." Qi Zhong was shocked and speechless, so he had to continue listening.

"You have such a powerful fate, what can I teach you as an old man?" Qi Yuxing asked lightly, but made Qi Zhong bow his head in shame for the contradictory reply just now.

He said again: "However, this is not the real reason why I don't want to cherish my talents... My child, do you know? Although you are extremely talented, but you live in this world, how can you act recklessly?"

"What do you mean?"

"It means that your fate is incompatible with the sky. Once you practice Taoism with this fate, it will be a disaster when you reach the peak of good fortune! Not to mention your chaotic fortune, how to make good use of the unique spirit in your body It is also a difficult problem to use strength without going into a state of madness!"

"That's why I advise you to give up the road of cultivating immortals, and stay with me. From now on, you will cultivate your mind instead of the truth, and your life will be safe and smooth."

Persuading the apprentice to give up the pride that is at hand, Qi Yuxing also knows that the truth is too cruel, but right now, he seems to be unable to find any other words to change Qi Zhong's insistence on going his own way.

Slowly digesting the meaning of these words like chewing, Qi Zhong went from joy at the beginning to disappointment at the end, but in just a few minutes, the waves in his heart subsided and then rose again.

"But Master, didn't you say that everything has its own destiny, even if fate is hard to do, but man can conquer heaven? Why don't you give this disciple a chance and give it a go?"

Qi Yuxing didn't expect him to be so persistent, he pondered for a moment, then frowned and said: "If you really let you use this power of fate, maybe you have a chance to fulfill your ambition of Yuntian. However, if this unknown process will More factors are involved, even the lives of others, do you want to ignore it?"

This question directly touched Qi Zhong's heart, and he suddenly drooped his ears, dejected and lost.

"...But I used this divine power to save Junior Sister, and I didn't lose my life because of it..."

"A fluke is not enough to explain anything."

"...I don't believe it." Qi Zhong's tone was weak, but he was still unwilling to refute.

Qi Yuxing had no choice but to say that.Standing up slowly, he put his whole life's learning on the ice table, and sighed: "Since you can't realize it for a while, then use this time to heal your wounds in the back mountain, and slowly ponder the truth."

"The idea on the table is my life's best study, I will give it to you, I hope you can get something. But let me remind you first, if the words on the first page can't make you calm down, then you don't have to read any more Now, you are not the one who studies the way of heaven..."

The voice got farther and farther away, and the old man had already reached the entrance of the cave. Qi Zhong's eyes were blurred, and he shouted aggrievedly: "...Master."

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In the gloomy underground palace, there are clusters of bonfires, and the ferocious animal pictures on the four murals show the coldness of the underground palace.

On the strange throne, a gloomy and cold black-robed venerable was sitting. When he closed his eyes and rested his mind, the brothers of the venerable under the seat were expressionless at the moment, looking coldly at the fire in the furnace burning the new one Wheel of monk soul.

"Report! The envoy Linglong Xinyue has returned to the palace!"

The voice of a magic soldier suddenly broke the silence of the entire hall.

Then, a woman in red with a red veil on her face stepped into the gate of the underground palace with a cold expression.

"My God, Yanxiao is not doing well. This time, the plan to lure snakes out of the cave in Changting has failed."

Fang Yanxiao raised the red silk under her knees and knelt down to report, her cold tone was unwilling.

The Rakshasa deity sitting on the seat opened his eyes in displeasure when he heard the subordinate's reply, and looked down at the single red in the temple.

"Let's talk about it first, how to fail."

Fang Yanxiao got up coldly, and replied indifferently: "I followed your instructions, and put the soul of the ancient fierce beast in Changting territory, the purpose is to lure Dao Feizi, the second master in Shangjiang, to come forward to investigate the fairy gate of the Lin family. strength, but..."

"go on."

"However, Lin Tang and Qi Yuxing didn't show up, and even after the two disciples sent out the distress letter, they didn't send anyone to help. This is really puzzling."

"What's so puzzling about this? It's not that Fang Yue made the lives of those two people you fix too cheap, and they can't stir up splashes at all. For their kind of master fairy house, they die when they die."

A shrill female voice came from behind him, explaining his self-righteous opinion.

Fang Yanxiao didn't even need to turn her head, she could tell what kind of monster was coming just by the sound.

However, the owner of the voice seemed to want to fight to the end, so he took the initiative to stand beside her, and the strong smell of makeup made her frown in displeasure.

Of course, Yanluo refused to give up any chance to suppress Fang Yanxiao, and asked provocatively, "You mean it? Fang Yueshi."

"Whether these two people are important or not is up to the gods to judge. Is there any room for you to comment?"

Fang Yanxiao swept Ling Han over with calm but powerful eyes, and Yan Luo, who wanted to frame her, was suddenly choked back and fell silent.

"Get out! Can you question Linglong's ability?"

A roar of fury came from Li Yuanyi, the second master, impatiently.

Yanluo stared unwillingly, and didn't dare to do it again, she repeatedly smiled and said: "Yes, yes, the second leader."

Someone helped her to give up smoking, but Fang Yanxiao couldn't be happy at all. Just looking at Li Yuanyi's thin face and his strange eyes looking at her made her feel a chill in her heart.

What's more, Li Yuanxie, the eldest brother of these people, the Raksha God Venerable, is even more moody and ghostly. She really doesn't want to continue to deal with it. Every time she reports something, she just wants to say a few words and end it in a hurry.

"As far as I know, the two people injured by the monster, one is the daughter of the Sect Master Changting, and the other is the disciple of Dao Feizi. If we talk about the special identities of the two, we must not let them delay for so long time to support."

Fang Yanxiao couldn't figure out Li Yuanxie's silent thoughts in the high seat, so she had to slowly speak out some suspicious points in order to explore his emotional changes.

"Well...Since Changting is so suspicious, then put more eyeliner and investigate carefully."

Li Yuanxie's decision was finally made, Fang Yanxiao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the next step was to arrange for her to go out of the mountain, so that she could delay time and find out the whereabouts of her brother.

"Then, according to God's will, do you want me to return to Changting to search?"

"No need. Just let Luo Qingchen handle the hidden stake. You don't have to worry too much. This deity only considers his status as a disciple of Changting, so the arrangements are naturally more detailed than yours."

Listening to his words, Fang Yanxiao felt instantly unhappy: Old man, since you have this intention, why don't you deport me earlier?Caused me to waste so much time standing there, I couldn't find Xiaojin...

"As for these days, you should first start to find out the relationship between Changting and Jiugai Mountain. This deity can see in the eyes of the senior brother that new wings will grow from behind..."

After Fang Yanxiao listened to the order, she coldly answered, "Yes, my god."

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In the Qinghan Cave on the back mountain of Changting, the recent days of soaking in the mountain spring and icing in the cold cave have already made Qi Zhong recover a lot from his injuries.

At this moment, he was lying on the ice bed bored, with his head up, flipping through the method in his hand, but he couldn't even arouse the slightest interest.

"Hey. I don't understand."

Anxiously throwing the book back on the table, Qi Zhong leaned on the back of his head with one hand and began to think wildly: So this is the master's life-long painstaking effort. As I said, I am not the material to learn divination and mental cultivation...

But... Master won't allow me to use my life force to switch to other ways.After all, I am still happy for nothing.

His eyes fell on the sword of Ying Luojian, Qi finally turned over and got up, hesitated for a while, and tried to draw the sword again, but...no movement.

"Hey."

Sighing so that his mouth was dry, he shook the dry jug, but couldn't pour out any water, all of it was frozen in the jug.

After hammering his old waist, Qi Zhong took the bucket under the table and leisurely left the Qinghan Cave, ready to fetch some water from the ancient well in the back mountain forest.

The quiet path in the twilight twists and turns, the fallen leaves around the ancient well are yellow, and the well rope that has not been visited for a long time is a bit crumbling.

Qi Zhong's waist injury hadn't healed yet, and when he fetched water, he had more energy than strength, and pulled the rope angrily as if trying to be brave. Seeing the shadow of a full bucket appeared not far below the mouth of the well, he pulled it up even harder.

However, just when he was about to reach for the handle of the bucket, there was a crisp sound on his waist, and the pain immediately spread to all his limbs. He was so startled that he let go of his hand immediately, and quickly covered his waist: "Ugh...it hurts, it hurts...I Old waist."

"...Hey, my water!"

He climbed up his waist with both hands, and the bucket fell back into the well again. His blood pressure soared in anger, and he turned around without seeing.

And the bucket of water fell straight into the deep well, and when it seemed that it was going to be a waste of effort, a pair of generous and big hands quickly appeared above the mouth of the well, quickly grabbed the well rope that swished down, and then firmly took the bucket down and put it aside.

Qi Zhongzheng wondered why he didn't hear the sound of the bucket falling back into the well for a long time. Turning his head, he saw a tall man with a handsome appearance and simple clothes standing beside the well, smiling at him kindly.

Under the forest at dusk, lights and shadows were scattered, swaying on the handsome and cold side face of the man, adding to the austere feeling of the pine stream wind.

When looking at that person, Qi Zhong always felt a little strange in his heart. Just looking at this person's clothes, it was clear that he was a disciple of Changting, but there was a hint of cold disdain in that person's bright eyes. I don't know if it's for him, or for something else...