Disciple's rebellion

"Master."

Mi Chen opened his eyes, suppressed the spiritual power flowing through his body, walked to Ning Jie's side, took his pulse, and was relieved to see his spiritual power recover.

Ning Jie waited for Mi Chen to let go of his hand, grabbed Mi Chen's hand with his backhand, and imitated Mi Chen's condensed spiritual power to walk around his physical strength, only then realized that something was wrong with his movements, and hurriedly Let go.

Mi Chen withdrew his hand, his icy eyes showed concern, and asked, "Ah Jie, are you thirsty?"

Ning Jie didn't speak, his warm black eyes stared straight at Mi Chen's pair of frozen colored glazes.

Seeing that Ning Jie's state was not right, Mi Chen frowned and connected to Ning Jie's spiritual vein, gathering a surge of spiritual power and wanting to infuse it into Ning Jie's body again.

Ning Jie stopped Mi Chen's hand, and gently leaned his face against Mi Chen's palm.

"Master." Ning Jie rubbed his hands and called Mi Chen again.

Mi lowered her eyes and said, "Yes."

Ning Jie was silent for a while, and said: "Tomorrow is a battle between disciples and senior brothers."

Mi Chen moved his fingers and said, "Yes." Mi Chen's eyes trembled slightly, "You heard it all."

Hearing this, Ning Jie raised his eyes to look at Mi Chen, and said, "Huh? What did you hear?"

Seeing that Ning Jie's eyes didn't seem to be fake, Mi Chen suddenly remembered that Ning Jie had passed out when Bai Liang came. If he didn't wake up halfway and couldn't see Bai Liang, he naturally didn't know what he was talking to Bai Liang.

Mi Chen said: "The head of the sect came here just now, and what he said was also about the battle between you guys tomorrow."

Ning Jie immediately guessed what Bai Liang would say when he came to Mi Chen.Ning Jie wisely didn't ask any more questions, but leaned his face on Mi Chen's palm and closed his eyes to rest.

Mi Chen originally thought that even if Ning Jie wouldn't ask him if he wanted to go tomorrow, he would act coquettishly and ask him who would win the bet.Surprisingly, Ning Jie didn't ask anything.

Now it was Mi Chen's turn to be a little unnatural, he coughed lightly, and asked, "Ah Jie, do you have anything to ask me, Master?"

Ning Jie rubbed Mi Chen's hand slightly, and said softly, "Yes."

Mi Chen pursed her lips and said, "Ask."

Ning Jie opened his eyes, looked up at Mi Chen and said, "Master, at this stage of your disciple, have you ever thought about what kind of person you want to be?"

Mi was stunned for a moment, he expected that Ning Jie would ask him about tomorrow's match in various ways, but he never expected Ning Jie to ask himself, at his age, did he think about what kind of person he would become in the future.

Unknowingly, Mi Chen seriously thought about Ning Jie's question.

After a long time, Mi Chen replied, "I don't know as a teacher."

Ning Jie was not surprised by Mi Chen's answer, he stretched out his hand to gently hold Mi Chen's hand, and then put his face on his hand again.

Mi Chen suddenly understood that Ning Jie didn't really want to answer this question by himself, but asked himself what kind of person he wanted him to be in a disguised form.

Mi Chen raised his free hand and placed it on Ning Jie's forehead, stroked his hair lightly, and asked, "Why do you ask so suddenly?"

Ning Jie said in a low voice: "Master, this disciple swore ten years ago that this disciple will prove to the master that it was not a wrong decision for you to accept your disciple as an apprentice. Now this disciple has done it," his eyelashes twitched a few times, He raised his eyes to look at Mi Chen, his eyes were full of confusion, "But the disciple is a little confused now, I don't know how to move forward."

Mi Chen said softly: "Ah Jie only needs to become Ah Jie. It's good if you are willing to devote yourself to cultivating spiritual power to advance to a higher level." Mi Chen's eyes began to diverge, as if he could see the future Ning Jie through a layer of mist. , or in other words, the light that Ning Jie will shine on his body in the future, through the present, returns to the self of that year, "It is also very good to be willing to travel the world, see pavilions and pavilions, and enjoy different seasons."

Mi Chen's eyes softened, and he said softly: "Actually, whatever you do is good. As long as Ah Jie obeys the choice in his heart, no matter what it is, Master will agree." He raised his hand to gently stroke Ning Jie's forehead, softly Said: "Ah Jie need not be burdened by the name of Weiwu Immortal Venerable's disciple."

Ning Jie looked into Mi Chen's eyes seriously, and after a long time, his brows and eyes were lightly bent, he tightly clenched Mi Chen's hand, and said with a smile, "I understand."

Just when Mi Chen thought that Ning Jie had fallen asleep and wanted to take out his hand, he suddenly felt a strong resistance from the hand held by Ning Jie.

Just as Mi Chen was about to say why he hadn't fallen asleep yet, Ning Jie rubbed his cheek against Mi Chen's hand for some unknown number of times.

Ning Jie slowly opened his eyes, slowly let go of his clenched hands, and said, "Master, this disciple will never do anything that embarrasses Master in this life."

An eye contact, mutual tacit understanding.

Time is like a breeze passing through the fingers, before you can feel it, this breeze has passed.

The next day, Mi Chen sat quietly on the sandalwood, watching Ning Jie busy around.

When Ning Jie put down a cup of black tea, Mi Chen said, "It's just a stick of incense, it doesn't have to be like this."

Ning Jie knelt down, looked into Mi Chen's eyes, and said with a smile, "It's just a stick of incense, but this disciple feels that we have to say goodbye to Master again."

Mi Chen raised his hand and touched Ning Jie's head, and said, "When the Immortal Gate Conference is over, I will take you back to Steal Blue Mountain as a teacher."

Ning Jie nodded: "En."

He had thought about the scene of fighting He Yin countless times, but it was not easy for Mi Chen or Ning Jie to accept the battle between the two.

This battle, there is no reason to lose without accident, but after the end...

No matter how complicated Ning Jie's heart was, he couldn't show it on his face.

Ning Jie clasped his fists and bowed to He Yin, saying, "Senior brother, please."

He Yin flashed out his sword to chase the moon, and said: "Junior Brother Ning, please spare no effort."

Ning Jie replied, "I am."

Although He Yin's spiritual power is not as good as Ning's rank, he is still a big disciple under Bai Wei's seat. Before Wuning's rank, Ling's rank can also be ranked among the top five of the five sects.

As soon as the two showed their moves, everyone felt a huge wave of spiritual power attacking them.

With quick eyesight and quick hands, Wang Yi was the first to drop the barrier, blocking the impact of this spiritual power.

Li Phosph frowned slightly.

Xie Mong had a straight temper, and after seeing the two of them go through two or three moves, he said, "I didn't find out before that there is such a big similarity between He Yin and Ning Jie's moves."

Wang Yi took out a paper fan and said gracefully, "It's not surprising that the two have similar moves."

Xie Meng turned his head to look, and said, "Why?"

Li Phus opened his mouth, and said: "I heard that Weiwu Xianzun practiced martial arts with He Yin in the early years. I thought it was a joke before, but now it seems that the rumor is true."

Xie Meng was a little surprised.

She used to be the oldest among the same-level disciples of the five sects, but she really didn't expect to be so much older than them.

Wang Yi put away his fan and tapped Xie Yun's head lightly, and said with a wicked smile: "Are you so surprised? My brother told you, there are rumors that He Yin and Weiwu Immortal Venerable Yin Ning Jie turned against each other, how about it?" , isn't this more terrifying?"

Li Phos glanced at Wang Yi displeasedly, and said, "Don't hit her on the head."

Wang Yi smiled ambiguously and said, "It doesn't hurt."

Xie Man stretched out his elbow and directly hit Wang Yi's abdomen, saying, "Squeeze it, it doesn't hurt."

Wang Yi took a deep breath and said, "Ah Rong, you are really serious."

Xie Meng snorted coldly: "I still call it heavy. If Sister Song is here, she will really let you know what is heavy."

As soon as these words came out, Wang Yi's face changed suddenly, and he no longer pretended to be in pain, but slowly straightened up, and his eyes moved to the high platform.

Xie Meng instantly realized that she had said something wrong, and she said to Wang Yi, "Brother, I'm sorry."

Everyone in the world knows that the five sects are friendly, and the disciples of the major sects are also close friends, especially Li Phosphate, Wang Yi, and Xie Meng.But what the world doesn't know is that there should be another woman - Fu Song.

They have a good relationship because they were sent to the secret realm to practice together when they were young, and they fought together for many years, so they cultivated such a good tacit understanding.

It's a pity that since he came out of the secret realm, Fu Song suffered from leg problems, so that now the world only knows that Huang Cheng, the head of the Gengwu Sect, walks alone, and they don't know that he was followed by a talented disciple.

Since then, Fu Song has been in seclusion all year round, even if she leaves the seclusion, no one can catch her.

The four little relationships, Wang Yi seems to be on good terms with both of them, but both Xie Meng and Li Phosphorus know that Wang Yi is closest to Fu Song.

Seeing that Xie Song was uneasy, Wang Yi closed his fan and patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said with a smile, "It's okay. I was just thinking, if Ah Song is still here, who will be the leader of this fairy gate meeting has yet to be decided." We can see."

After speaking, Wang Yi clicked his tongue, and said with a smile: "Now the gambling game under the field is meaningless."

During the conversation between the three, the winners and losers were already decided on the field.

Not surprisingly, Ning Jie won.

But what surprised everyone in the audience was that they thought Ning Jie would win He Yin in this match easily, but they didn't expect it to be even more dangerous than the match between Ning Jie and Li Phosphorus.

If Ning Jie was a little slack in this battle, the loser would be Ning Jie.

He Yin withdrew Chasing the Moon and said calmly, "I lost."

Ning Jie also put Fu Shuo away, clasped his fists and said, "Brother, I have accepted."

He Yin looked at Ning Jie for a while, and said, "I haven't had time to ask, what is the name of the spirit sword he gave you?"

Ning Jie stroked the spirit sword, and said: "Master didn't give him a name, and my junior took it as Fu Shuo."

He Yin clenched his hands tightly, and then slowly let go.

He said: "The name is very good."

After the words fell, He Yin jumped off the field, walked to the disciples of the Liangling faction, drank tea with his eyes closed, as if he didn't care about winning or losing.

Ning Jie sighed, turned around and prepared to go back.

"Ning Jie."

Li Phus and Xie Meng suddenly turned their heads to look at Wang Yi, wondering why he suddenly called Ning Jie.

When Ning Jie heard Wang Yi calling him, he took back his steps towards the room, turned around and walked up to Wang Yi and said, "What's the matter, Brother Wang?"

Wang Yi smiled and said, "Brother Ning, Mr. Wang is not ashamed to say anything, and he is here to ask you for favors."

Ning Jie was a little surprised, he naturally owed favors to Wang Yi and the other three, but Li Phosphorus and Xie Song proposed on the spot to compete again when they met again, while Wang Yi smiled and said that he owed it first, He will mention it later.

Although Wang Yi likes to use spiritual power to crush him, Ning Jie knows that Wang Yi's mind is just as enchanting as his face and attire.

He originally thought that this favor would emerge in the long years to come, but he didn't expect that he would make a request now.

Ning Jie replied: "As long as Ning Jie can do it, he will definitely be bound by his duty."

Wang Yi put his fan together and said with a smile: "It's not about asking Brother Ning to go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, but to ask Brother Ning to do me a small favor."

Wang Yi smiled very wickedly, his eyebrows were slightly raised, but his eyes were full of innocent thoughts that should not belong to him.

His brows and eyes relaxed slightly, his tone lightened, and he said, "A very, very small favor that Brother Ning can do."