The apprentice is tempted every day on the edge of madness

Weak water can still carry a boat, and the boat needs such assistance for a long time.A sect is like a boat, if you want to live forever, you must have fresh blood.

Trial election day, limited to April.For those who are quasi-exhausted, it is important.Whether to enter the inner sect to directly enjoy the treatment of the sect's resources, or to stay in the outer sect temporarily will be decided during this period.

Now, there are some new blood who are about to join the sect in the audience. After all, they are still young at heart. When they first entered the sect, they couldn't help but chat with each other. It was very lively, and what they discussed most was naturally the one that many monks admired by the Lingling sect. The eldest disciple Xiangong Ling.

On the stage, the man stood tall, his black hair was simply tied up with a hairpin, his face was crowned like jade, his brows were clear, his eyes fell in the void, and he didn't realize that he was being talked about by some young people just now.

After he finished announcing the golden rules that belonged to the spirit, the air below seemed to freeze, and the people all quieted down in unison, which formed a great contrast with the lively atmosphere just now, as if they had been poured into a bucket of water. The ice water in my heart is really quiet.

But what is secretly turbulent in the silence, I am afraid that only those who have seen it can truly understand it.

"Junior Brother Liu, among the new candidates for the election, is there someone named Su Changming?"

"No." Liu Zishu thought about it, and then smiled apologetically. "Because the senior brother mentioned this person in the last disciple election, I have noticed that this person is not on the candidate list."

"Thank you."

Xian Gongling lowered her eyes and touched her knuckles calmly, but there was no reaction to the brand mark. As Liu Zishu said, the person he was looking for was not present.

Being bored any longer, Xiangong Ling went straight back to Qingzhu Peak.He broke out from the Kujiu Pavilion not long ago, fortunately he didn't give up his life after all the tempering, but now his body has not recovered, and he needs more cultivation.

Thinking of this, he sat quietly for a few hours, and then placed himself in the hot spring water for a while to adjust his breath. The spiritual energy permeated with the water vapor, and then gathered and scattered around the water flow. Baiyu's neck and eyelashes were also steamed with a little mist, Xiangong Ling didn't even open her eyes, she just turned her face slightly, and the water went down again.

At this time, time seems to be slowed down, the feeling of exhaustion gradually subsides, but the similar feeling of slackening gradually emerges.

"…elder brother……"

The moment his mind relaxed, he seemed to have returned to that time again, hearing familiar voices and seeing familiar people.

The things buried deep in the memory, because it has been too long, it is difficult for people to distinguish the real from the imaginary. Today, no matter what, they have long since left him.

It's just that now, this sense of familiarity seems to pull him into an illusion, people or things that he thought he could not remember clearly, but this moment reappears in front of his eyes, overlapping with the memory, just like usual.

It's just that he couldn't move as if he was trapped in a nightmare, and of course he couldn't make a sound, he could only see and feel.He watched his parents calmly analyze the chances of improvement and death. After that, his mother never showed up again, and his father continued to observe around the medical bed. During this period, he did not show any extra emotion. In the end, the man declared "cold seal".

It was a matter of course, even if he told him that this was what happened after he lost consciousness, Xiangong Ling didn't think it was strange.

In vain, the 'real' picture was slightly distorted. He saw the younger brother at the time, and at this moment he felt extremely abrupt, holding an injection tightly in his hand, his eyes were calm, neither hot nor cold, and he raised his hand to touch it. He seemed to be saying goodbye, but also like saying goodbye.

Xiangongling only felt the ringing in his ears, and his mind went blank. Of course he knew what it was, a common anesthetic, but in this case, once the injection liquid enters the body, such as refrigerating the patient, no matter whether the operation is Appropriate, must die.

I saw the man slowly pushing the injection into the injection. From the beginning to the end, his mouth opened and closed slightly, as if he was saying something. He tried hard to distinguish, but there was a roaring sound in his ears, and he still couldn't hear what it was.

……It's ok.

Whether this is true or not, whatever you want to do, I accept it, as long as you live well, this is my promise.

What he didn't realize was that when his consciousness was blurred, something seemed to slip out of the corners of his closed eyes.

He has long since forgotten the past, and should have forgotten it long ago.