I ran away after slacking my apprentice

never...never?

Ning Jiwei's expression was inexplicable.

At the same time, in the imperial palace of the Immortal Realm, Zejiu was about to return to the palace, but he seemed to have sensed something. He spread out his palm, and a dark mist rose from the palm.

If Murong Yan was here at this time, he would definitely be able to recognize the appearance of that mist, it was the tidal mist of Kunhai!

Ze Ji turned his gaze, and glanced at the mist lightly, only to see a picture appeared in the mist...

It is indeed the scene of Murong Yan and Ning Jiwei in Qianlin Mansion!

Ze Jin smiled, his smile was very weak, "I can detect the abnormality so quickly... It seems that it is really an unwise choice for the Emperor to personally kill Chi Yu."

What Murong Yan didn't know was that Zejiu had discovered Ning Jiwei when he was in Kunhai, so he took the initiative to punish Murong Yan, not only for punishment, but also to plant a damp fog on Murong Yan.

"But it's good to know, I know..." Zejiu looked at the picture in the mist, a ray of demonic energy gathered in his eyes, completely covering up the bright color of his eyes, he sneered, "It's more interesting. "

Murong Yan's technique was instantly withdrawn, he and Ning Ji looked at each other slightly, both of them were surprised.

"...Then since Chi Yu had no intention, why did she pester you back then?" Ning Jiwei was puzzled.

Qianyan's memories almost confirmed Murong Yan's conjecture in his heart, his eyes became more serious, "Perhaps there is only one person who can answer this matter."

"Who?" Ning Ji asked slightly.

"Emperor..." Before Murong Yan finished speaking, Qianyan in front of him suddenly fell down for some reason.

It was clear that Murong Yan had already controlled his spiritual power when performing the spell and would not cause any harm to Qian Yan, but why did she... Murong Yan saw a flash of spiritual light on Qian Yan's body.

That is the spiritual power of the emperor.

That's it!

Murong Yan suddenly thought of something, pulled Ning Jiwei who didn't know why, and wanted to use a spell to run out, but before his spell was formed, the door had already been smashed open.

A group of people rushed in, and at the same time, Murong Yan felt that his spiritual power seemed to be restricted, his barrier disappeared, and they were surrounded by the people who rushed in.

"Okay! So it's a grasshopper from the lower realm!" The leader was Chi Long, who looked at Ning Jiwei and Murong Yan with disgust, "Thanks to the emperor's reminder, otherwise the ants from the lower realm would dare to crawl to On my red head!"

As soon as Chilong's words fell, the surrounding immortals each sacrificed their weapons. The spiritual power of four colors attacked, and Murong Yan stretched out his folding fan to resist, but found that under the attack of those spiritual powers, he and Ning Jiwei couldn't even use illusion. failed.

Losing the illusion technique, the original appearance of the two of them was revealed under the aura.

For a while, the surrounding discussions suddenly started.

Because of Murong Yan's identity in the past, almost everyone present knew his appearance, those eyes were either surprised or contemptuous, Ning Jiwei frowned.

"A Yan, is there a way to escape?" Ning Ji slightly squeezed Murong Yan's hand.

Now that many immortals are there, it may be difficult for Murong Yan to get out of the siege under this kind of offensive, but Murong Yan cannot, and Ning Jiwei is not impossible.

"Yes." Murong Yan's eyes narrowed, he let go of Ning Jiwei's hand, and turned his back to Ning Jiwei, interlocking his fingertips to cast spells, taking advantage of the situation to block all the spirits attacking around him force.

The next moment, the system in Ning Jiwei's body flickered, and the original interface changed, with only a few lines of words on it.

[Space Teleportation is loading, please wait for the loading to complete. 】

What Ning Jiwei didn't know was that when Murong Yan set up this system, there was only one purpose, which was to protect Ning Jiwei.

Murong Yan used all the punishment methods to scare Ning Jiwei. He valued Ning Jiwei so much, how could he be willing to let the system explode and hurt him.

"Master, take care." Murong Yan said silently, but the spiritual power of his fingertips did not rest, one after another entered Ning Jiwei's body.

The loading progress of the system is constantly increasing, and Ning Jiwei guessed Murong Yan's intention almost immediately, he almost roared: "Ayan, stop!"

But Murong Yan would not listen to Ning Jiwei's words at this moment, not only did he not listen, he even set up a barrier in front of Ning Jiwei.

Ning Jiwei watched the spirit power of the surrounding immortals firing together again, he was very anxious, and wanted to gather his spirit power to break through the barrier to help Murong Yan, but unexpectedly, a strange wave of spiritual power rushed down from the top and enveloped him. on two people.

The spiritual power blocked the crowd's attack on the two, but it also ruthlessly broke up Murong Yan's spells. The system interface instantly went black, and the progress of the spells was interrupted.

Murong Yan couldn't resist for a moment, his lungs were agitated, and he vomited a mouthful of blood.

"A Yan!"

"Emperor."

Everyone's kneeling and Ning Jiwei's shouting happened almost at the same time, and what followed was Ze Jiyuan's voice transmission from the imperial palace.

"Sheng Qing, you come to the Imperial Palace with Cheng Ming."

The mist in Zeyu's palm was flickering and jumping, and Murong Yan's expression in that picture was uncertain, looking extremely complicated.

"Sheng Qing, you should know that running away is useless. Cheng Ming made a mistake in the past, and punishing him into reincarnation is God's will. Do you think that if you send him away and hide his breath, he won't have to be punished?" ?”

There was a faint smile on Zeji's eyebrows and eyes, but he was inexplicably gentle, "You don't want to listen to this emperor, and send Chengming away now, but this emperor promises that once you leave Qianlin Mansion, this emperor will have thousands of people. A reason to destroy him."

"Just like...the same year."

Zeyu crushed the mist in his palm, and the final sound transmission seemed to announce the end, and it was transmitted to Qianlin Mansion thousands of miles away, "So... Shengqing, bring him here, to the emperor's house Come here..."

"Ayan." The emperor's spiritual power shattered the enchantment that Murong Yan cast, Ning Jiwei walked over with a heartache, and supported Murong Yan's shoulder, "I will go to the imperial palace with you."

But in fact, Murong Yan had no room to refuse, and the emperor's oriole followed completely cut off Murong Yan's retreat.

Murong Yan shook his head, "I'm sorry, Master, it's my fault, I shouldn't have brought you to Qianlin Mansion."

The coercion of spiritual power around him became stronger and stronger, it was Zejiu mobilizing his spiritual power.

The emperor had already made a move in person, and all the immortals in Qianlin's mansion no longer cared about the lives of Ning Jiwei and Murong Yan, and all retreated respectfully.

"It's okay, it's not your fault." Ning Ji slightly hugged Murong Yan tightly, pressing against his forehead.

Strange, Ning Jiwei used to be very afraid of death and pain, but now he is going to the imperial palace with Murong Yan. flustered.

He thought, if he could die together with Murong Yan, probably even death would not be so scary.

just the last...

After such a long time, it seems that he has never talked about his feelings with Murong Yan, but Murong Yan often speaks of love to him.

Ning Jiwei took the initiative to kiss Murong Yan's hair, "A Yan, actually I have one more sentence..."

The rest of the words were interrupted by the sudden withdrawal of the emperor's spiritual power, Zejiu sat on the lord of the emperor's seat, rarely casually, propped his head and looked away, "Chengming, I am very sorry to meet you in this way. "

hypocritical!

Ning Jiwei was contemptuous, even though he couldn't remember the events of his previous life, but in the sporadic fragments that Murong Yan told him, and the matter of Qianlin Mansion, he really didn't have the slightest liking for Dijun.

"Don't jump to conclusions." Hearing Ning Jiwei's inner voice, Ze Ji smiled softly, and got down from his seat.

The emperor's robe dragged to the floor, and when he moved, the hem was overflowing with aura, so dignified that Ning Jiwei had the illusion that he didn't dare to look directly at him.

After all, it is the emperor, whose majesty and momentum are incomparable to other immortals.

Ze Ji stopped in front of Murong Yan, lifted his fingertips, and the spiritual power enveloped Murong Yan's body, and that spiritual power healed all the wounds on Murong Yan's body, and even restored his spirit power.

Once the power of spirit was recovered, the surging spiritual power stirred in his body, Murong Yan looked at Ze Yu fiercely in the next moment, and said in a hateful voice: "You ordered Chi Yu to do what happened in the past, right? What exactly are you trying to do?"

"What to do?" The smile on Zeji's face deepened, his eyes turned to Ning Jiwei, and he bowed, "It's actually very simple..."

"This emperor has never understood why he accepted you as his apprentice? This emperor is very curious, so he wants to know the reason..."

Ze Ji's sleeve fell down, and happened to brush against Ning Jiwei's shoulders, and he lifted Ning Jiwei's chin with his fingertips, forcing Ning Jiwei to tilt his neck slightly.

"Don't touch him!" Murong Yan pushed Ze Yu's hand away vigilantly.

If it was the usual situation, if Murong Yan was so overstepping the rules, Zejiu would probably feel that he had lost his dignity, and would even punish Murongyan for committing a crime, but this time it was unexpected, Zejiu not only did not have any Instead, he took a deep look at Murong Yan and Ning Ji.

That look... It's strange, Ning Jiwei actually felt that emotion was complicated, a little lost, a little sad, and even a little... imperceptible envy.

But as an emperor, what is Zeji envious of?

"The emperor will tell you a story."

Ze Jin smiled lightly, different from his previous majesty, now he was sitting on the ground casually, lost his dignity in front of Ning Jiwei and Murong Yan, propped his head up, and looked a bit childish.

The emperor's robes were scattered on the ground, and the aura was dazzling.

"When the emperor was young, he was taught by Moyuan Tianzun. Wherever he was happy, he drank and lived with Tianzun, and they were inseparable."

This should be a story of harmony and respect between teachers and students. After all, Zejiu was selected as the emperor by Tiandao, and his temperament and aptitude are both excellent.

But what should never happen is that Ze Ji fell in love.

"The emperor was naive at that time, and always thought that the emperor was indispensable to the emperor, and he would not be far away. It was not until the emperor became the emperor and ascended the throne of God that the emperor knew that everything was true. delusional."

Perhaps Zejiu had a deep-rooted love for Moyuan Tianzun during thousands of years of getting along, but Tianzun taught Zejiu according to the way of heaven. According to God's will, he could not have a closer move with Zejiu, so facing Zejiu's intention , Tianzun can only choose to ignore.

"He is a person who lives side by side with the laws of heaven, how can he have any affection in his heart? After all, it is the emperor's wishful thinking, deceiving himself and others."

Ze Ji turned his gaze away, the end of his eyes half closed, a little reddish, "Later, Tianzun traveled far away, and this emperor stayed alone in this imperial palace for tens of thousands of years, enduring thousands of years of loneliness. If it wasn't for Cheng Ming's appearance, I'm afraid it would be difficult for this emperor to even find Tianzun's trace."

"Want to see but can't see, want to touch but can't reach..."

Tears dripped from the corners of Zejiu's eyes, the emperor wept, and all things cried out for it.

It was foggy.