Daoist Qingxuan walked into the small study with a tired face.
Since the sect decided to organize disciples to kill the enemy, the number of high-ranking monks who can preside over the mountain guard formation has decreased again. Now he is on duty, and he only has a moment to rest.
Ever since he discovered her spiritual consciousness in the little apprentice's room that time, he would often pick out one or two books she read in the past to read, and occasionally came across the strands of divine consciousness that she had torn apart. , She seems to like this kind of "separation" game very much, and always keeps a different version of herself behind.
Because the split spiritual consciousness can't stay for too long, after being discovered, it will dissipate in the process of talking to him, and he has to find a new one.
He had a charter in his heart, and when he was picking books, he picked the ones after she learned the technique of splitting the mind. Gradually, the books disappeared one by one, and the day when she fell off the cliff seemed to be getting closer and closer.
Maybe one day, when all the consciousness is found by him, she will truly disappear from this world completely.
This kind of feeling always makes people feel panic. For a long time, Daoist Qingxuan didn't look for the pages of the book again. He thought that although he paid attention to her in the past, he knew that she still had a long time to go, so his attitude was indifferent and he didn't care much, but when she left suddenly, he realized that he cared about this little apprentice in the past , perhaps really too little.
This time when the Demon Dao besieged Yuxiaomen, he and all the Daoist Nascent Souls controlled the mountain guard formation together, exhausted physically and mentally, and unknowingly came to her small study during the break.
It was such a coincidence that as soon as he turned a page, the figure of a young girl flashed from the page.
But she did not return to her quaint appearance, her pretty face was silent, her eyes seemed to be gloomy, and her hands were clenched in front of her body. "Master..."
He learned about every subtle change in her from the exchanges with her spiritual sense time and time again, and seeing her like this now, for some reason, he immediately recalled her state before going to the Fairy Fairy Club.
—It is very likely that this is the period when she knew that she was not the Child of Destiny.
However, the first thing she asked was, "What's the matter, Master, you look very tired, are you troubled by something?"
Daoist Qingxuan was slightly taken aback.
When she was still there, he didn't often show concern, but this little apprentice didn't forget to care for him while he was troubled by himself.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wen Ying said again: "If you don't talk to me, maybe I can advise Master?"
"I'm fine, I'm just worried about the chores in the house." He shook his head lightly, and asked, "It's you, do you have something to say to Master?"
She bit her lower lip lightly.
She seldom acted like a shy little daughter in front of him because she knew he didn't like it, but this time she was probably panicked and didn't hold back.
He couldn't bear to see it.
If what happened right now is real, he must ask her to confide the truth and resolve her knots, but—
"Don't be afraid." Daoist Qingxuan sighed, and smiled briefly on his slightly tired face, "No matter what happens, Master is there."
"Really?" Her expression relaxed, as if surprised but still hesitant.
"Naturally, has Master ever lied to you?"
She didn't feel relieved, and then, her expression paused, dignified like a promise, and said very seriously, "Me too, no matter what the master is worried about, the disciple will always be willing to share his worries and solve the labor for the master. If the master is in trouble, I will also Desperate to protect, ten thousand deaths will not give up!"
Daoist Qingxuan's face was moved, but a sense of sadness suddenly appeared in his heart.
He knew that she was dead. Although it was not their intention and she was at fault, but in the final analysis, she was forced to jump off the cliff by the teacher she relied on the most.
When he returned to his duty position, he was still the calm and reassuring Daoist Qingxuan. However, when the mountain protection array was rumbling in their hands, a disciple from the sect suddenly came to report.
The disciple stumbled along the way, his face horrified, and when their hearts sank suddenly, he shouted: "Wen, Wen Senior Sister is back and blocked in front of the mountain gate!"
Daoist Qingxuan stood up suddenly with his usual cold posture, "Who are you talking about!?"
Wen Ying dared to stand alone in front of thousands of demonic troops, and said something like "a mere demonic child", which made the demonic commander laugh out loud, and ignored the words "I am Yuxiaomen" in her mouth.
There was a stern look in his eyes, and he didn't talk nonsense with her, he waved and directed all the high-level demon cultivators to attack, trying to kill her prestige!
Want to defend Yuxiaomen with your own strength? joke!
Although Wen Ying is now in the late Yuanying period, the highest rank in this world, and possesses a psychic magic weapon, but the number of opponents is large, and there are many monks after the Yuan Dynasty, so it cannot be easily underestimated. Xiaoding can kill monks below the Nascent Soul stage, but it can only be used to stop the army from advancing, which undoubtedly consumes a lot of her spiritual power. Every ounce of spiritual power becomes more important.
But although Wen Ying thought she was cautious, in the eyes of others, she was already dumbfounded and her scalp was numb.
The battle between the two sides was fierce and dizzying, and the frightening thing about this scene was that Wen Ying was only one person, but she was facing thousands of troops!
The fire, magma and water dragon dropped by the tripod were like a catastrophe, even the monk Lian Lian had no power to resist, and the demonic army was forced to turn their backs, and blood flowed like a river. On the other hand, she fought alone with the illustrious and prestigious Demon King of the Demon Dao, but she did not lose the wind.
The most frightening thing is that the four monks of the Yuan Dynasty came together to kill them. The power far surpassed that of the late Yuanying, and it was a real killing move. There was cold sweat on her forehead, as if she was about to be blasted to ashes—but she didn't expect that the four empress monks suddenly spewed blood, and then their expressions became dull, and their movements were also slow, obviously their spiritual consciousness had been severely injured.
But they are not in vain.
——The veil on Wen Ying's face was ruined, revealing her face.
As for the Yuxiaomen disciples who saw her half-faced side profile, one of them suddenly gasped, "Isn't this... Senior Sister Wen?"
"What?!"
"It's the Senior Sister Wen Yingwen who fell into the cliff. The ancestor once said that her natal lamp has been extinguished. Senior Sister Wen should be dead. How could she...become a demon cultivator?"
"Could it be that you read it wrong?"
"Impossible! Senior Sister Wen was called the Liuli Fairy back then, and most of the disciples in the school admired her. I was lucky enough to see her demeanor, and I will never forget it!"
"Could it be that falling off a cliff is false, but betraying the teacher is true? Didn't the ancestor say that she was in collusion with the devil, but now it seems that she is right, she really became a devil!"
How could the demon cultivator leader fail to hear this discussion, his expression was gloomy as if dripping water, but he smiled and said: "It turned out to be the fairy Liuli, who has been looking up to me for a long time, it turns out that the fairy has entered my magic way. Look at you, the fairy has long said that she has taken a fancy to this Yuxiaomen, so we don't need to engage in such a fight. There are countless treasures in Yuxiaomen, and the fairy can't enjoy them alone. I promise you, how about you pick it first after it is captured? "
He knew that the other party was a demon cultivator, but no matter if he was a Taoist cultivator or a demon cultivator, it would be easiest for him to kill him. Now that he couldn't kill him, he would lose his troops and generals, so he had to talk about "friendship".
The disciples of Yuxiaomen over there exploded when they heard it, buzzing continuously.
"It turned out to be a nest of snakes and rats!"
"Go away, we are a decent family, we don't need the hypocrisy of a demon cultivator!"
They have long been frightened by the cruelty, despicableness and shamelessness of the Demonic Dao. After experiencing the changes of joy and despair, how do they know that this is not another trap of the Demonic Cultivator
Wen Ying remained silent, as if it didn't matter, she bandaged the wound casually, and then held the Sun Moon Fan tightly again.
Nineteen turned her head angrily and let out a low growl, which made them turn pale and dare not say a word, but the expression on their faces further confirmed her intention, which was nothing more than the uneven distribution of the demon cultivator's benefits.
At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in front of the mountain gate. He was so handsome that all the disciples were delighted to see him and respectfully called him "Master Qingxuan".
When everyone heard this name, the female demon cultivator suddenly turned her head and met his long-gazing gaze, "...Master."
Daoist Qingxuan didn't confirm that the person in front of him was really his little apprentice until now. Her temperament has become mature, and half of her face was injured. For some reason, she must have suffered a lot and suffered a lot. Wronged. Being able to advance to the late stage of Nascent Soul in a short period of time is enough to show her talent, and she can also get a glimpse of her twists and turns.
It was not for no reason that her natal lamp was extinct. She would have suffered a catastrophe at that time, but she survived it.
Presumably she didn't show up for a long time, so she didn't want to go back to the teacher's school, but she was still willing to protect the teacher's school if it was in trouble, and her sentence "If the teacher's school is in trouble, I will protect it with all my strength, and I will die." Nice empty words.
Daoist Qingxuan stared at her for a long time, with such tenderness in his eyes, "Just come back."
All kinds of grievances came to my heart in an instant, and all the persistence and sophistry seemed to disappear in an instant. Her voice seemed to want to cry but she restrained herself: "The apprentice is ashamed of the teacher's teaching."
"Everyone makes mistakes, it's just that they are trapped by demons for a while." He said softly, "It's the teacher who gave you a heavy burden. Even this burden is not up to you to choose. How can you not be annoyed?"
"But the apprentice has become a demon cultivator now..."
"It's great that you can come today. What's the difference between a demon cultivator and a Taoist cultivator, as long as you don't violate your heart." He swept his consciousness over her, his expression slightly concentrated, and sighed, "Although I became a monk in the Yuan Dynasty, You are still so edgy when you do things, but your spiritual consciousness has been injured?"
"yes… "
"Spiritual consciousness injury is like a child's play. Do not use spiritual consciousness to attack for a hundred days. If you force your attack, the injury will be difficult to heal. First retreat to the big formation, and the master will heal your injury."
When all the disciples heard this, they immediately said in unison: "Master Zu!"
"Master, don't be so confused! The way of the devil is vicious, don't listen to the words of that female devil cultivator lightly."
How could Moxiu let go of such an opportunity, deliberately create chaos, and threatened to join forces with Wen Ying to destroy the "enemy", which made the disciples deeply suspicious.
"Don't talk nonsense, Moxiu! Who is with you!"
In the sky, there was a shout that broke through the clouds suddenly, which was eye-catching. There was a flying magic weapon in the shape of a treasure ship, staying above the Yuxiao Gate, and cheers burst out from among the disciples, "It's the senior brother and sister who came back!" Already!"
The people who came down from the treasure ship were baptized by the flames of war, and they were all unstoppable. They drew their swords out of their sheaths in every word and deed, showing their coldness. It is the disciple of Yuxiaomen who returned from the experience of the battlefield.
However, beyond the expectations of the disciples in the sect, those people stood beside Wen Ying as soon as they got down.
Liu Xu drew her long sword out of its sheath, her brows stood upright, "Who dares not let Uncle Wen get in?!"
"Senior Sister Liu, you don't know something..." The disciple was about to explain the story in detail, but was interrupted by the other party.
"I don't know what? I only know that my uncle was born and died on the battlefield of monsters, protecting my disciples of the Yuxiaomen. You are holding the gate with all your strength, but you are hiding behind the big mountain guard formation and shrinking back. If Uncle Wen cannot enter the gate, who else is qualified to step in!"