What did the cannon fodder do wrong?

So cold

Many people came to the incineration site, the leaders were Shizun and Li Jianshuang, followed by brothers and sisters of the same lineage, Ling Talang, Uncle Wei, and then other disciples in the sect and a group of people who learned that Yue Zhezhi had passed away and rushed all the way. Come, the young friends who sent Yue Zhezhi for the last time—they have not been in touch for many years, and they never thought that the reunion would be to say goodbye to Yue Zhezhi.

After Rong Yan returned to the sect, he investigated Yue Zhezhi and found out the names of these friends.

He withdrew his gaze, avoided the crowd, and walked straight to Cheng Wenyun.

The ninth-level monster tiger was right next to Cheng Wenyun. When it saw Rong Yan, it let out a low growl and grabbed the ground violently. The medical spirit hurriedly held down the ninth-level monster tiger. "Yue Zhezhi passed away suddenly, it was a little out of control, forgive me."

Rong Yan ignored the ninth-level demon tiger, he saluted Cheng Wenyun.

Cheng Wenyun nodded, "There is no need to be too polite."

Rong Yan looked directly at Cheng Wenyun, Cheng Wenyun frowned slightly, and he looked at Li Jianshuang again, "Since the person is here, you should—"

"Master, can you hand over the body of senior brother to this disciple?" Rong Yan suddenly said.

Cheng Wenyun's eyebrows were sharp, and a sullen look appeared on his face, and he said, "What are you messing around with!"

Rong Yan lowered his head, and the broken hair on his forehead covered his expression, "I want to take my elder brother back to the Rong family. The Rong family has the Northern Ice, which can keep the body intact for a hundred years."

"You are just junior brother Zhezhi, there is no need to be like this."

"Master, this disciple and senior brother have been together for a long time." Rong Yan took two steps back, knelt on the ground with his waist straight, "I planned to announce it in a few days and become a Taoist couple, but—"

Rong Yan's bloodless lips were drawn into a straight line, and his head was lowered, "This disciple is reluctant to part with senior brother, please allow me to take senior senior brother away."

Except for Ling Talang and Li Jianshuang, the audience was shocked.

No one expected that Rong Yan would be with senior brother Yue Zhezhi.

The people in the sect thought that there was a big conflict between them. Someone saw Yue Zhezhi and Rong Yan fighting before.

It took Cheng Wenyun a long time to recover. He finally understood that Yue Zhezhi told Ling Talang that Rong Yan was dead and that he would go to be buried with him. He didn't feel that Rong Yan was involved, but that the two of them had a common heart.

——Cheng Wenyun had previously suspected whether the two were together, but due to various reasons, he did not inquire further.

"I beg the master to allow the disciple to take away the elder brother." Rong Yan repeated stubbornly.

Cheng Wenyun took a deep breath, set up a high-level soundproof array, and said solemnly: "Your parents will agree if you bring it home? Besides, what's the use of you taking it back? The soul is trapped in the fairy artifact, and after a hundred years , will still break, why bother to torture yourself and torture him!"

When Cheng Wenyun spoke calmly, he understood that Rong Yan hadn't reshaped the weapon spirit, so he sighed.

"When it breaks, it breaks."

Rong Yan finally raised his head, the weak sky light in the afternoon stretched his figure kneeling on the ground extremely long.

"The disciples know that they are torturing each other, but Master, the big brother doesn't want to die."

Cheng Wenyun was stunned for a moment, and said: "You have been recognized by the immortal weapon, and your spiritual sense has entered the sword. Have you seen him?"

"Yes." Rong Yan clenched his fingers so hard that his knuckles turned white, "I beg Master not to be cremated. If I can't find a way to save Senior Brother within a hundred years, I will definitely reshape the spirit."

hundred years

Not long for monks, but too long for those trapped in darkness.

Cheng Wenyun's eyes were empty, and finally he relaxed his brows, sighed silently, nodded and said, "Take it away."

"Rong Xuanji, ask your cousin if he will go to worship the ancestors at the winter solstice tomorrow."

It's been half a month since Rong Yan brought back Yue Zhezhi's body, and he has publicly apologized about the Ying family's affairs and recorded it in the annals as a warning, but Rong Yan still locked himself in the confinement room of Zangshu Pavilion and did not leave for half a step.

Li Xiangyun looked worriedly at the confinement room of Zangshu Pavilion, and gave Rong Xuanji soft instructions.

Rong Xuanji nodded, "Okay."

"Wait." Li Xiangyun called Rong Xuanji to stop.

Rong Xuanji turned around.

Li Xiangyun thoughtfully said: "If he doesn't want to worship his ancestors, he doesn't have to force him."

"I know." Rong Xuanji quickly walked towards the confinement room of Cangshu Pavilion.

"Madam, don't worry." Rong and other immortals also looked at Zangshu Pavilion from afar, "Time will dilute everything."

Li Xiangyun frowned Liu Yemei, "I hope so."

The four walls of the confinement room in Zangshuge are all cold stone walls, and only one window is wide open. Rong Yan is sitting at the only table in the confinement room, flipping through ancient books.

There is a pile of read books and jade slips piled up beside him. These books and jade slips are all collected from various places, about the soul tool spirit.

Rong Xuanji asked his servants to make hot tea, walked through the long corridor of the library, and walked to the stone door of the confinement room.

In front of the confinement room, the ninth-rank demon tiger lay listlessly on the ground.

Rong Yan took away Yue Zhezhi's body, and the ninth-rank monster tiger also came to the Rong's house, as if he wanted to guard Yue Zhezhi even if he died.

The Rong family did not lack the rations for a tiger, so they let it stay in the Rong family.As for the medical spirit, the medical spirit stayed by Cheng Zun's side.

Rong Xuanji glanced at the ninth-level monster tiger, and luck knocked on the stone door.

The sound of heavy knocking echoed in the confinement room.

"Cousin, are you coming out for a rest? I asked someone to make tea for you, Linxia New Tea."

Rong Yan didn't respond to him, and quickly flipped through the book in his hand, the words in the book floated out like the wind and then sank into the pages.

Seeing that Rong Yan ignored him, Rong Xuanji walked around in front of the stone gate and said frankly: "Are you going to worship the ancestors at the winter solstice tomorrow? The ancestors are worshiped every five years. In previous years, you have practiced outside. If you don't go to worship the ancestors, there will naturally be no one in the clan." What to say, but you are at home now, if you don’t go to worship your ancestors, I’m afraid you will lose your tongue.”

Rong Yan paused in turning the pages of the book, and lowered his eyes for a moment.

"Don't go, plead guilty to my parents on my behalf."

Rong Xuanji had already guessed the answer, he said hello, turned and left.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Rong Yan squeezed the pages of the book tightly, sank his mind, and stretched out Yin, his spiritual sense penetrated into the inside of the sword.

The inside of the sword body was pitch black, and a ball of light floated in it alone, and the energy of heaven and earth was continuously repairing the light ball.

Rong Yan stared at the light group fixedly, he didn't know when the soul of Yuezhangzhi would be repaired or when it would wake up, he couldn't describe his mood at this time, his spiritual sense came to the light group and touched it.

Not surprisingly, it went straight through.

Although they are very close, they are farther than anyone else.

Rong Yan's eyes dimmed, he withdrew his consciousness and continued to read ancient books.

Tired of watching, he probed into the inside of the fairy artifact with his divine sense, and talked to Yue Zhezhi.

"It's the new year soon, it's been so lively recently."

"It snowed last night. I remember that it never snowed around New Year's Eve. Of course, it may also be that I was immersed in cultivation and didn't pay much attention to the outside world. I didn't know it was snowing."

"Uh"

"Master is here, and brought the ninth-level demon tiger back to Guixinzong, saying that he wants to train the ninth-level demon tiger to become a spirit beast of Zhenzong."

With a low voice, Rong Yan slowly talked about what he saw and heard.

Time flies fast.

Two years later, Rong Yan still couldn't find a solution, he told people to take good care of Yue Zhezhi's body, left Rong's house, concealed his identity, and went to the weapon refining family and weapon refining school to find a solution.

Yue Zhezhi didn't know that Rong Yan was running around, his soul hadn't been repaired, and he was still in a deep sleep.

There are many weapon refining families and weapon refining schools in the world of cultivating immortals, and it took Rong Yan ten years to visit them all.

However, still nothing.

Rong Yan started to go to the Demon Realm to find a way. He had been to the Demon Realm in his previous life, and it would not be difficult to go to the Demon Realm in this life, as long as he destroyed the Nascent Soul's cultivation base.

——Rong Yan had already entered the Nascent Soul Stage two years ago.

Without destroying the Nascent Soul's cultivation base, it is impossible to enter the Demon Realm, let alone withstand the harsh environment of the Demon Realm.

As for why he didn't consider the most likely fairy world, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but that even if he practiced well, he wouldn't be able to become a fairy within a hundred years.

Rong Yan calculated that it would take at least 500 years, 500 years, too long.

It's better to enter the demon world directly. If the demon world can't find a way, then use the identity of Ying Wuxie to break into the fairy world from the point of the demon world.

Rong Yan didn't know if it would work, but he had no choice, this was his only hope.

Rong Yan looked down at Yinjian, he clenched the hilt tightly and aimed at Dantian.

In the dantian, a magic pill with strong demonic energy is occupying the right position, while a miniature version of Rong Yan sits cross-legged on the left side of the dantian. This is the Nascent Soul. for.

Rong Yan didn't care about Yuan Ying's cultivation, he directly stabbed Yuan Ying.

The blade of the sword pierced through flesh and blood, pierced through the dantian, and was about to pierce Yuanying, and Yin trembled violently in his hand.

Rong Yan let out a muffled snort. He knelt down on the ground, clenched the hilt of the sword with his slender fingers, and looked at Yinjian dripping with cold sweat.

The slender sword body was stained with blood, and the light was dim, as if it had been pulled away from the weapon spirit.

seem.No, not it seems.

Rong Yan pulled out the leading sword, and his spiritual consciousness penetrated into the inside of the sword body. The inside of the sword body was completely dark, and there was no more light. It was indeed pulled away from the spirit.

The broken branches of the moon are gone.

When Rong Yan thought of something, his pupils shrank slightly, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, he used the teleportation array to return to Rong's house, and came to the ice room where Yue Zhezhi's body was placed.

"Young master, why are you injured?!"

The guards guarding outside the ice room were shocked when they saw the long sword in Rong Yan's hand was covered with blood, and a large amount of blood spread out in his dantian, they were shocked, and rushed to meet him.

Rong Yan's figure was like a ghost, he walked around them, opened the door and walked in, looking at the ice coffin.

The ice coffin was filled with thick air-conditioning, and the young man lay quietly in the ice hall. His face was snow-white, his eyelashes, hair, and snow-white sleeves were all covered with ice, and he was lifeless.

All of Rong Yan's joy was extinguished, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, the blood from his abdomen hit the ice surface drop by drop.

"Young Master." The guards followed in, not daring to breathe, "Let's watch carefully, nothing happened."

Rong Yan's ears were buzzing, his eyes were dizzy, and he was staring at Yue Zhezhi's body.