Banyan was silent.
He naturally suspected that Master these days is different from before. Although his face is still as cold as ice, his eyes, small movements and breath cannot deceive people.
He likes the current master, no matter who the other party is, where he comes from, and what purpose he has.
The old man said, "Let's not talk about the matter of seizing the house, but if you want to let you enter the Mahayana period for three hundred years, you will understand that she is coming for you, and she must want to get something from you. Do you want to continue?" recognize her?"
Yan Rong said lightly, "I'm afraid I don't have what Master wants in me."
The old man choked and was speechless.
He said slowly, "I know that you have affection for this master, and you will definitely not disappoint her expectations. After entering the Mahayana period in three hundred years, even the most talented monk in the world of immortality cannot do it. Arrived." There was a pause in the tone, and then the subject changed, "However, if you are willing, it is not impossible."
Yan Rong knew that the other party wanted him to cultivate demons, but when he thought of the disappointed and disgusted eyes of the master, his tone became more firm and said, "Senior, don't try to persuade me anymore. I have made up my mind and I will not fall into demons." .”
The old man snorted and said, "That may not be the case."
Yan Rong only thought that he was unwilling and didn't talk to him again.
"Then do you know that your master is someone from beyond the sky?" the old man said slowly, as if he had already made up his mind.
Yan Rong suddenly raised his eyes, looked into the dark space, and asked in a deep voice, "Senior, what do you mean by this?"
The old man said, "Her soul does not belong to this world, but a person from beyond the sky. It's just that my ability is limited, so I can't see where she came from. It's really weird."
"Senior, if you want to trick me into cultivating demons, you don't need to go through so much trouble." Yan Rong's finger bones turned white, his eyelids drooped slightly, but his voice was a little different from usual.
The old man heard it, he laughed and said, "Believe it or not, it's up to you, but if one day your master disappears, it will be too late to regret it."
The pupils constricted for a moment, Yan Rong's body trembled uncontrollably, he lowered his head, his eyes seemed to fall on the face of the person in his arms, and the emotions in his chest surged violently.
He couldn't imagine what it would be like if his master was gone, if that was the case, what would be the point of his being alive
The old man felt that his mind had been shaken, and said slowly, "But if your cultivation has reached a supreme state, it would be so difficult for her to stay by your side forever."
Yan Rong found that he couldn't utter a single word from his throat, he was still in that state of panic, the heart in his chest seemed to be crushed, and he could only hug the person in his arms tightly.
Yes, all of this is because his ability is not strong enough.
If he is strong enough, the master will not give up half of the golden core to help him shape the spiritual root. If he is strong enough, Master will not be injured along the way.
Yan Rong's eyes were dark, and when he thought about the fact that Master disappeared one day...
No... no, he'd lock her up and not go anywhere.
"Have you thought about it?" The old man's voice sounded again.
Yan Rong raised her head and said calmly, "Senior, I've made up my mind."
He would rather see Master's disappointed and disgusted eyes than the other party leave him.
The old man laughed loudly, "Okay! It's not in vain that I've talked for so long." He said in a relieved tone, "I'm finally able to leave this place. After living for tens of thousands of years, I'm already tired of living. Anything like ascension or becoming an immortal is bullshit. ! The old man is not rare! That person is dead!"
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