Disciple's rebellion

"Why are you still standing there?"

Xie Meng helped Fu Song roll up the blinds, and watched Ning Jie standing in the front with his head slightly raised, hands behind his back, silent, like an ancient pine, standing still.

Fu Song's eyes dimmed, and then she raised her lips again, sneered, and said, "Never mind him." After speaking, she stretched out her hand and gently covered the crane cloak on her body, and said softly, "Zangling, It's windy, let's put down the curtain."

Wang Yi gave Li Phosphorus a look, then pushed Fu Song back to the room.

Xie Meng was still a little worried, Li Phus patted Xie Meng's shoulder lightly, gave her a reassuring look, and said, "Don't worry, I'm here. It's windy, let's go in."

Seeing this, Xie Meng nodded and turned and walked inside.

Li Phus stood beside Ning Jie, looked at the sea of ​​clouds, and said, "It's been three days, it's time to come out."

A trace of astringency flashed in Ning Jie's eyes, and he tightly clenched his hands behind his back without answering.

Li Phus also didn't expect Ning Jie to answer, he raised his head slightly, and continued: "Although Gao Long's body is dripping with the blood of the Fallen Immortal, he is a mortal after all, and his lifespan is limited. Compared to accidental death, this is his choice." .”

A trace of melancholy appeared on Ning Jie's face, he sighed, and said: "I know. From the beginning of the meeting, he told me what ending he chose. It's just...at this moment, there is still an indescribable sadness in my heart. "

Gao Long has the blood of a fallen fairy on his body, and his spiritual power is limited, so he was expelled from the master's school.

He himself may have been injured before, his ability to injure is limited, and the thousands of gullies in his heart can only become nothingness.

But then he dedicated his entire life to Gaojia Village, with his wife and son by his side, he could heal the scar in his heart, picked up a handful of soil from the village head, carried it into the ground with the wind, and said with a frank smile that this is The gully in his heart.

He let go of his mediocre aptitude and no longer hurt him.

However, ambitions can be real, but he can't keep his wife's orders.

He is hurting.

Shang Gaolong is still a mortal after all.

The helplessness that cannot be kept is more painful to him than the ambition that cannot be reached.

The blood of fallen immortals can heal wounds, but cannot extend one's life.

Presumably Gao Long must have found all the methods he could, but as the primordial spirit approached and the cauldron of life suddenly collapsed, he could only struggle and watch Wu Yan die helplessly.

Since then,

All kinds of looking back and caressing, all kinds of whispering and laughing, all turned into ashes, floating into the heart, difficult to remove, and unwilling to touch away.

in this way,

This ubiquitous memory, easier!

It is easier to condense the air into a sharp spiritual knife.

... Whenever he was breathing, these knives pierced the heart and lungs mercilessly.

Powerless!

It's hard to extricate myself!

Crazy laugh!

... calm and calm.

The wind is flat and the waves are still.

But still hurting.

The pain in the world of mortals is different.

There is nothing but helplessness, and hurt with you.

After a long silence, Li Phus turned his head to look at Ning Jie, and said suddenly: "After this incident, do you suddenly lose sight of the road ahead?"

Ning Jie was taken aback for a moment, then smiled bitterly.But he quickly retracted and replied: "Listen, brother Li, you are very clear about the way forward."

Li Phosphate nodded.

He was looking at the lights below, and said: "Keep the water sinking, protect the human world."

While speaking, he raised his sleeve and waved it lightly.

The strong wind whistled under his sleeves.

Li Phosphate resolutely said: "The road is difficult, but we still drive festivals. The safety of the world rests with us."

Ning Jie listened quietly to Li Phosph's words.

After he finished speaking, Ning Jie raised his head and responded, "Yes, the safety of the world rests with me."

Is there a choice?

--Have!

After all kinds of helplessness, what can be done is to die together and drink the blood of life together.

So what if the mud pin is not there?

All I want is to be with you! 1

What I want is you in my mud, and me in your mud.

I was born in the same quilt, and died in the same coffin! 2

Resolutely!

This is my choice.

Ning Jie turned his head to look at Li Phosphate, and said, "I thought it was Brother Wang who would come over, but I didn't expect that it was you, Brother Li, who comforted me. Are you worried about me now?"

Li Phus naturally knew that Ning Jie was referring to the fact that he suspected that he was a member of the demon clan, so he smiled frankly: "Brother Ning's state of mind has gone through life and death twice, if I don't see it anymore, just like what Brother Yanxin said In that case, the Shui Shen faction is going to be subverted in my hands."

Ning Jie also smiled heartily.

Li Phus has a really stinky temper, and he is proud, and sometimes he likes to carry it.

But he's a really nice guy.

Jealous of evil like hatred, but also quick-witted.

Seeing Ning Jie smiling, Li Phus couldn't help showing a smile too.

After laughing, Li Phosph suddenly said seriously: "I'm sorry."

Ning Jie knew that he was apologizing for his doubts about himself, so he shook his head lightly: "It's nothing."

Li Phosphorus shook his head lightly: "It's not just for this matter. Just now I suddenly realized that we made wild guesses about you because you are the disciple of the Immortal Venerable, but we never thought about it. Becoming the apprentice of the Immortal Venerable Weiwu, but your own will."

Ning Jie asked back: "Is it your wish to take on the heavy burden of the Shui Shen faction?"

Li Phus was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing.

He smiled and said, "I understand."

After laughing, Li Phus looked at Ning Jie and said, "Brother Ning, although I know this will offend, but the atmosphere is here, I really don't want to miss it. I wonder if you would like to answer, Brother Ning?"

Ning Jie smiled lightly: "Just ask."

Li Phosphate said: "If you are the son of a family who was sent to Liangling, if the Immortal Venerable is as unfettered as other elders, then would you still be willing to become the Immortal Venerable's disciple?"

Ning Jie smiled lightly and replied, "I knew you wanted to ask this."

Li Phosphate also replied calmly: "Although Xianzun ranks first in the spiritual rank of the cultivation world, he is too cold. Like the frost and snow in winter, you can appreciate it, but you dare not wait for long."

Ning Jie didn't speak, but stretched out his hand to Li Phosphorus.

Li Phos took a closer look:

—— Ning Jie's palm was covered with frost and snow, but at the same time, a white bird stood on the snow.

Instead of flying away like the other birds, it was playing in the snow, smacking all over the place.

Soon it became a little tired, and plunged its brown-black paws into the ice and snow.

The cold wind blew by, and it shivered uncontrollably.

After a while, its paws were drenched by snow, and the biting cold continued to invade.

cold……

so cold.

Just when Li Phus thought that the bird could no longer hold back and flew away, the bird did shake its wings, but it didn't fly away, but kept jumping up on the snow.

When Ling Yue was in the air, his two little claws rubbed each other.

After going down many times, it became hot, and then continued to stay in the ice and snow.

Li Phus looked up at Ning Jie as if he had realized something.

Ning Jie put away the illusion, smiled slightly, and formally answered Li Phosphate's words: "For me, there are not so many hypotheses. Even if there are various hypotheses, the only thing that remains the same is that I am the disciple of Mi Chen, the Immortal of Weiwu."

"Spiritual beasts miss their hometown, never leave the frost and snow, and wait for spring."

Ning Jie's eyes moved slightly, and then he smiled: "And I have been in my spring."

Li Phosphate said seriously: "You really like Xianzun."

So not afraid of the severe cold, knowing the consequences, and never turning back.

Ning Jie smiled, looked at the light mist in the sky, stretched out his hand, and gently felt the wind passing through his fingers.

He took a breath and said softly, "Well, I like it very much."

What does it matter if it's cold?

Ning Jie slightly gathered his sleeves, and rubbed his fingers together: "Spiritual beasts are cold and will jump up slightly to generate heat. Brother Li, not to mention that my master has always treated me very well, even if it is cold, wouldn't I generate heat?"

Li Phus laughed loudly: "That's true."

Love is hard to break even in the wind and snow.

Seeing that Ning Jie's mood was not as heavy as before, Li Phus raised his hand and patted his shoulder lightly, saying, "It's cold, rest early."

Ning Jie slightly nodded and said, "I see."

Hearing this, Li Phus prepared to give Ning Jie some more time, turned around and prepared to return to the cabin.

But as soon as Li Phus opened the brocade curtain, he saw Mi Chen standing in the shadow, all in a cool body, followed his gaze, and through the narrow glazed window, Ning Jie gazed at the nebula.

Mi Chen cared more and more deeply for Ning Jie than they thought.

Li Phus was stunned for a moment, then immediately bowed to Mi Chen.

Just as he was about to speak, Mi Chen raised his hand to stop him.

Mi Chen said softly, "Go and rest."

Li Phosphorus understood, lowered his voice and said: "Yes, Immortal Venerable."

After Li Phus left, Mi Chen raised his eyes and continued to look at Ning Jie, with a hint of astringency in his eyes.

He has heard what he said just now.

Li Phus... really asked a good question.

I don't know if Ning Jie still remembers the first time they met.

When I stretched out my hand to him, I said condescendingly: "From now on, you will be my disciple, no one dares to insult you."

The young Ning Jie raised his head and looked at Mi Chen quietly, a hint of maturity appeared on his immature face.

After a long time, Ning Jie said seriously: "I don't want to."

Mi Chen: "..."

It was a blow to the head.

Although Mi Chen has been in seclusion all year round, he is not completely cut off from the outside world.

Those who want to worship him as a teacher can fill the entire Qingdong County with people who come from all over the world to ask for it.

Even if Ning Jie doesn't know his name, it's not like he hasn't seen his own spiritual power before.

Compared with poverty and unpredictable life, it will be much easier to have a cultivator to protect you than to wander alone.

But he,

Unwilling?

Incredible!

Mi Chen's cold face couldn't hold back anymore, and he couldn't help asking: "Why? Is it my fault?"

Ning Jie said stubbornly and seriously: "The Immortal Venerable is very good. But, I don't want to."

……

Thinking of this, the little bird jumping in the snow and rubbing its feet in the air appeared before Mi Chen's eyes again.

Obviously so afraid of the cold, but unwilling to leave, stubbornly waiting for the spring breeze.

Mi Chen's finger bones hanging in the wide sleeves slowly tightened, turning white.

He moved his feet a bit, he wanted to go out and put the crane cloak on Ning Jie's shoulders.

But the heel only moved a small step, and he stopped suddenly without knowing what to think.

Mi Chen closed his eyes in embarrassment.

Ning Jie looked at the changing clouds in the sky that were constantly being blown away by the wind, his eyes were obscure.

These days, he was indeed feeling unspeakably saddened by Gao Long's death.

But as Li Phosph said, that was Gao Long's choice. As a friend, he should be happy for his embrace with Wu Yan.

So, it's just regret, it's Qingming.

What he was really depressed about was Du Cheng's words.

Before Du Chenglin left, some of the black hairs that fell on him floated on his body.

Du Cheng's voice immediately rang in his ears

——Ning Xiaoxianjun, I heard that the name of Weiwu Immortal Venerable is more related to the present world and the things in front of me.

Qing Diao has the courage to ask how the fairy sword Cangbi was named?

In addition, there must be doubts about the cooperation between the monster and Wang Hui, so I hope Xiaoxian Jun is careful.

Ning Jie stopped to think deeply.

For some reason, he always felt that Gao Long and Du Cheng seemed to know something.

Thinking of this, Ning Jie took out the glass bottle containing Gao Long's blood that he had drank from his bosom, put it under the moonlight, and stroked it carefully.

There is a deep look in the eyes.

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12 "My Nong Ci" - Guan Guansheng

Ernong, my Lennon, I have so much love... I and Er were born in the same quilt, and died in the same coffin!