He is climbing the stairs.
The scorching sun was scorching hot, and the three thousand-long steps of Tianzong were only halfway through before he was already sweating.
A gust of wind swept over his head, blowing his long hair flying. He raised his head curiously, and saw someone Yujian passing by.
I heard that the powerful monks in the Yuan Ying period were able to fly with their swords. Before he entered the sect, he had already met such a powerful master.
Is this the legendary fairy gate that is number one in Eastern Asia
Even more longing in his heart, he touched the ink jade that Xiao Xinyi hung around his neck.
Finally reached the end of the long steps, and someone was standing there.
The man was dressed in white, looked beautiful and soft, and looked very kind. When he saw him, he fixedly stared at him for a moment, from face to body accessories, and then walked towards him with a smile.
"Finally waiting for you."
The other party? Tell him that his name is Rong Ran.
Rong dye.
It turned out that this was the name of the person he rescued in the peach forest that year.
He looked around curiously, and everything in the sect made him feel novel.
When passing through the outer gate of Zangxiu Peak, I saw a very tall tree on the top of the peak, with bright red leaves and golden flowers intertwined, looking very beautiful.
Rong Ran noticed his gaze and introduced with a chuckle.
"That's the golden ling tree at the outer gate. The golden ling tree blooms all year round, and the golden ling tree has been in the outer gate for more than a hundred years. It has always been so lush and lush? It is also a scene of the outer gate."
He nodded ignorantly and asked, "Is Senior Brother taking me to the outer door to practice now?"
"No," Rong Ran said gently, "Senior brother will take you directly to the inner sect. In the future, you should follow your brother to practice. The inner sect has much richer resources than the outer sect. You are my savior, and I will not treat you badly. of."
He was taken to Inner Gate Yanhui Peak by Rong Ran.
Rong Ran arranged his residence and gave him the basic techniques of the sect, as well as swordsmanship. He also warned him that appearance is the most useless thing for practitioners.
The other party? gave him a mask and taught him to wear it.
He listens to Rong Ran's words very much, and also trusts and relies on each other.
Just like in the deep valley of the peach forest, they depended on each other for life.
Even wearing a mask every day attracts strange eyes from the same family.
And because of this, he has been in Tianzong for many years, and apart from Rong Ran, he has not been able to have a heart-to-heart friend.
Rong Ran is also very good to him.
I often visit him, take care of him, send resource pills, and teach him swordsmanship.
Until that secret realm fire broke out.
Sitting alone in the courtyard, he didn't understand why he returned the magic pill that Rong Ran was thinking of to give back to the other party, but the other party came to see him less and less often.
As if separated from him by a long distance.
He was very afraid of being alone because of his childhood experiences and the shadows cast by the cold and deep walls of the Lunar Palace.
Back in the Peach Blossom Forest, Rong Ran had already left him once.
He didn't want to be left behind by the other party anymore.
However, she deliberately went to see it, but Rong Ran always avoided it.
The resource exercises that he usually brought to him are no longer present at all.
He was forced to learn to practice in Tianzong alone.
Going to Xingquan Peak to take up the sect mission, he was surrounded by disciples of the same sect to make things difficult, and there was a man with a high crown in Xuanfu.
That sword light is beautiful.
With his cultivation base and vision at that time, he had never seen such a beautiful swordsmanship.
"Big Brother."
He heard those sect disciples call that person like this.
Big Brother He Lanze.
He was thinking about the other person? That time he helped him, thinking about the sword light that dazzled him, and with the feeling of wanting to make friends with him, he mustered up the courage to talk to him.
He Lanze had obviously forgotten what happened at that time.
His temperament is clean, and he seems very impatient to ask questions.
Tried and tried again and again, all in vain.
It wasn't until the gift he prepared by himself was trampled on at the other party's birthday banquet that he knew that he might not have a good impression in the other party's heart.
The courage he mustered up was gone.
So he shrank himself up again.
He no longer went to look for Rong Ran, nor did he ask He Lanze for questions.
Eat alone, practice alone, and read in the bamboo building alone. The days? It's been a long time, it seems to be alone, and it's not so unbearable.
He took the sect mission and was going to deliver letters to the outer door.
When he came back to pass by Shuofeng Cliff, he saw the lush Jinling tree again.
The trees full of bell-like flowers swaying in the wind are very cute.
Couldn't help but walk over.
However, he found that there was a person lying down under the Jinling tree.
Judging from the figure, it should be a teenager, or a girl
Blood flowed from the man's body.
He walked over quickly.
Turning the man over, he gasped.
The man's face was burnt, and his appearance was scarred and ugly.
If he hadn't been used to seeing his burns in the mirror, I'm afraid he would have fled in shock as soon as he saw the other person's face.
It's just that the man's real injury isn't on his face.
But in the waist.
Several deep whip marks stretched across each other's waist, the wounds were torn open, and the flesh and blood rolled. It could be seen that the person using the whip showed no mercy.
How could someone take such a heavy hand on the Tianzong disciple
He frowned deeply, tore off his white clothes, and helped the man deal with the wound on his waist and abdomen, and bandaged it properly.
I fed a few healing pills to the other party and observed the other party's situation.
The other party? Woke up quickly.
Almost as soon as he fed the medicine, he slowly opened his eyes.
The other party has ugly scars on his face, but has a pair of beautifully shaped eyes. It's just those eyes, the pupils are very dark and heavy, empty and dull.
The other party looked down at the white clothes tied to the wound on his waist and abdomen, and stood up forcibly, without saying thank you, and turned to leave.
He stopped the other party and asked in a raised voice.
"Where are you from?? Private torture is forbidden in the sect. Who made you suffer such a serious injury?"
The man did not speak.
Still walking slowly, step by step, like a rigid puppet.
He frowned, worrying more than anything else, and stepped forward to grab the other person.
The other party was thin and thin, only about his shoulders. Just looking at the body shape, it is still difficult to distinguish between men and women
He softened his voice and asked, "What's your name?"
The other party looked up at him, his dark eyes like a pool of stagnant water.
He said, "You don't want to speak? Or is there no way to speak?"
The other party? Still didn't speak, as if he was indeed a mute.
But even if he is dumb, he can give some reaction anyway.
He couldn't help being a little discouraged.
Once again? I wonder if I really don't have the ability to make friends with people.
The sky is dark.
Again, this kind of pulling and pulling can't make it look like this.
And he heard that the outer sect disciples all have the rules of night ban, and later may make this person suffer a heavier punishment, he can only let the other party go back. But he couldn't help but stop calling the other party again, some hurriedly organized the language and said: "I... I like to see flowers, and I will come to Shuofengya in my spare time. If you are still punished by lynching in the future, come here. Here? Find me. Senior brother will definitely find justice for you."
It was the first time that he called himself a senior brother in front of other disciples, and his cheeks were slightly red, but he was hidden under the mask and could not be seen.
The other party paused in footsteps and disappeared into the night.
The second time I saw each other under the Jinling tree was half a month later.
I don't know if it was because the whiplash on the other party's body was too shocking at that time, or because the scars on the other party's face made him feel pity for each other. One glance? Is there anyone waiting for him on Shuofeng Cliff
He saw the thin figure standing under the tree from a distance, dressed in a disciple's robe, the wind blowing through the man's clothes, the more empty it appeared. He hurriedly walked over and found that the man didn't have any exposed scars on his body this time, and the face covered by the scars couldn't tell the specific complexion, but the exposed hands looked very pale, and the wrists were slender as if they were broken when they were broken. .
Seeing him coming, the man blinked. The darkness in his eyes seemed to dissipate a little, and the morning light reflected in it, and a little light appeared.
He looked at each other worriedly, "Did you come here on purpose to find me?"
The other party finally reacted this time and nodded.
"Did someone lynch you again? Where is the injury, do you need my help?" he asked with concern.
The other party? Shake his head.
Then he took out something from his arms.
is a flower.
A pure white impatiens flower in the shape of a butterfly. The flowers bloomed beautifully, with morning dew on their petals.
The other party? Handed him the flower.
He was stunned.
"Why, why do you want to send me flowers..." He paused.
He had a good memory, and he quickly remembered the excuse he used to come to Jinlingshu frequently because he liked to see flowers. At that time, he just said it casually, but he didn't expect anyone to remember it in his heart.
This is the first time anyone has given him flowers.
He pursed his lips, took the flower carefully, rubbed the head of the person in front of him tentatively, and said softly, "Thank you, I like it very much."
The predecessors didn't react at all, just let him rub it, his eyelashes drooped and trembled slightly, he seemed to be a very well-behaved little animal.
"What's your name?" he asked again.
The predecessor blinked.
He said helplessly: "So you really can't speak. Are you literate?"
Eyes? The predecessor shook his head.
He was even more helpless, "It has to be called after all." He glanced at the golden bells that were falling all over the ground, and said, "We met under the golden ling tree, why don't we... just call you Ling'er?"
The other party blinked again, but did not shake his head to refuse.
So he acted as the other party? Approved the title.
"Linger." He read the name again, feeling very cute.
Although, it doesn't quite match the lifeless appearance of his predecessors.
Linger blinked
He felt that the other party was really like a small animal that only moved with a poke. Those dark eyes? After looking at them for a long time, they are actually kind of cute.
Thinking of the wounds on the other party's body before, I felt even more pity.
With Linger's character like this, she probably doesn't have any friends in the sect.
Just like him.
After thinking for a while, he took the other party's hand, sat under the tree, and told some interesting stories and experiences inside and outside the sect.
He really doesn't know how to speak. After being alone for a long time these years, he doesn't know how to speak. The content of the story is dry and dry. Even he himself feels a little embarrassed, but when he turned his head, he found Linger. He seemed to be listening carefully. So I regained my confidence and continued to talk.
In the evening, Linger should go back.
After this time, he would see Linger under the Jinling tree every once in a while.
Linger brings him different flowers every time she comes.
Those peanuts were so delicate and pretty, he brought them back and put them in the vase in the study, and he would be in a good mood for a few days.
He told Linger the interesting things inside and outside the sect. After finishing the interesting things, he talked about swordsmanship, practice, and his own life. Linger is a good listener, no matter what he says, he listens very attentively.
He wasn't quite as comfortable with loneliness as he thought.
Being accompanied by someone is different from staying alone in an empty bamboo building.
He began to look forward to seeing Linger every time.
The golden ling tree blooms in all seasons and is lush and lush. It has never changed its appearance from early spring to late winter.
And there seems to be a tacit agreement between them that they will meet under the Jinling Tree in the middle of each month.
In the middle of winter, there was a thin snowfall on Qingyun Mountain.
He finished speaking all the words he had accumulated over the past month, looked sideways, but found that Linger had fallen asleep.
This is rare.
Every time I listened to him, Linger was very serious and focused, and there seemed to be a glimmer of light in her dark eyes.
Are you too tired
Or it's the cold winter that makes people want to fall asleep.
Linger's clothes are a bit too thin. Although the practitioners are not afraid of the cold, Linger's cultivation base has clearly not reached the foundation, and she should still feel cold.
So he took out a thin blanket from the storage ring and wanted to put it on him.
When she got close, she smelled a bloody smell, overflowing from Linger's clothes.
He frowned.
He took Linger back to his bamboo building and unbuttoned his clothes, but was startled by the dense scars on his body.
Many of those wounds are old wounds, but some are still new and bleeding.
How can this be.
He clenched his fists.
These days? He didn't find any exposed scars on Linger's body. Originally, he thought that the whip marks on Linger's body were only caused by the other party's anger, but it was only occasionally, and Linger didn't ask him for help later. , they didn't want to interfere in the other party's affairs.
Unexpectedly, the abuse Linger suffered has never stopped.
Does he come with scars all over his body every time he sees him? And he didn't even notice it.
He put medicine on Ling'er and treated the bleeding wound with a bandage. He sat beside the bed and waited for her to wake up.
When Linger woke up, her eyes were still a little hazy.
It was already dark outside, Linger blinked and wanted to get out of bed.
He held Ling'er's hand and said solemnly.
"You are not allowed to go anywhere today, so please heal me here."
Linger blinked in confusion, looking down at the bandages on her body.
"Why didn't you tell me when you were injured," he said. "Those people... how long have they been to you?"
Linger did not answer.
Again he felt discouraged.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the moonlight shines in. He sits next to Linger and doesn't teach her? He leaves secretly, frowning and thinking for a long time.
He made a decision.
"In the future, you will stay with me, don't go back. What's the matter, I'll protect you." He said, "But, you are an outer disciple, and it may be inconvenient to live in the inner sect. Exactly, my cultivation base has already become a golden core. According to the rules of the sect, I can choose a disciple from the outer sect and accept it as an apprentice."
He stared at Ling'er, "Are you willing to be my apprentice?"
Ling'er looked at him with dark eyes, the moonlight and his figure reflected in her pupils, and there seemed to be something in the depths.
After a long while, he slowly nodded his head.
He exhaled slowly.
Accepting an apprentice was an impulsive decision, just to keep Linger in the inner door, so that she would not be hurt by others.
But since he entered the sect, he has never been taught by a master, and he himself does not know how to be a teacher of others.
And he has always regarded Linger as his friend, but now that he is a senior, he can't help but blush. He coughed lightly and said, "Tomorrow I will take you to the sect to register and get an identity token. I need your name, so I can't always be linger? I will call you..."
I remembered that Linger was illiterate, unable to speak, and even had her own name taboo. But if you want Linger to live a stable life in the inner sect, it is better to get the identity token as soon as possible, so she said: "Let's do this first? Let's take my surname first, take back the identity token first, and wait until you grow up and understand. After you are literate, I will help you change your name."
Linger is very well-behaved, she just nodded obediently to his arrangement.
On the second day, he held the token engraved with the word "Ye Ling" and rubbed it in his hand, as if he liked it very much.
He bought Linger new clothes, made a soft bed, and kept Linger neat and tidy.
The empty bamboo building finally gained some popularity.
As a teacher for the first time, he didn't know what he should do.
Therefore, many books about the way of being a teacher were taken from the library to study.
Reading the day with the lights on at night, I finally got some understanding.
So a lesson plan was made.
The first is to teach Linger to read. Afterwards, he would have to teach him the exercises and lead him to practice. Teachers need to teach by words and deeds, not partial or hidden.
The teacher is like a father, and the apprentice is like a son.
Regarding the last sentence, he didn't quite understand it, just because he had never experienced the so-called father-son affection in the first half of his life. It's just that he thought, as a father and son, he should put all his expectations and cares on the other person.
Linger is very smart.
You don't need to teach it carefully, a lot of things just work.
And after the injury was healed, he would always rush around when he wasn't paying attention, tidy up everything in the bamboo building properly, and planted a sea of flowers outside the bamboo building.
Perhaps the environment has changed for the better, and Linger's figure has grown rapidly.
In less than half a year, he was almost as tall as him.
In fact, when he first met the other party, Linger's thin and frail figure once made him misunderstand that the other party was a girl, and the name Linger was chosen by his impression. Later, I found out that the other party was actually a teenager, and I was used to it, so I didn't change it.
Linger's food is also delicious.
Appearance? Exquisite, especially in pastries? Sweets, I don't know where Linger learned from. Whenever he was tired of reading in the study, he would serve a plum soup in summer, and warm a cup of sweet ginger tea in winter. Gentle in temperament, everything is in order.
Sometimes he couldn't help but think.
If it weren't for Ling'er, not a daughter or a son...
Then? Force yourself to stop thinking.
Between master and apprentice, there is no love, this is the rule of Taoism.
Maybe he was lonely for too long, and his heart throbbed at the company of his apprentice. It shouldn't.
Linger was only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he should not have such thoughts about her.
So deliberately distanced.
Linger seemed to be aware of it, but she didn't ask.
It's just that when he occasionally sat in the study, he would see Linger standing by the door, staring at him with those dark, dark eyes.
Linger's throat was injured by the fire.
The same is the fire in the secret realm many years ago.
Over the years, he has found many ways to heal each other. With little success.
Shenhuo's injury was intractable, he knew it.
Just like the scars on his face, he can still feel the burning pain.
He once thought that if he could return to the fire, he would not help Rong Ran to find the magic pill, but would try his best to rescue Linger at that time, so that Linger would not have to suffer any longer. of God's fire injuries.
Therefore, he did not expect that one day, Linger would be able to speak.
The voice was hoarse.
Like the sound of dead branches in winter, being crushed. Speak slowly, word by word.
The other party? The first thing he said to him was.
"Master."
He looked up from the scroll in amazement, and saw a tall, slender young man standing in front of him, leaning down and covering the back of his hand on the page with his palm.
The young man shouted again in a low voice.
"... Master."
After surprise? Surprise.
"Linger, can you speak?"
The young man gave a soft "um" and inserted his hand into his five fingers.
He didn't notice anything different, and continued to ask: "How do you feel about your voice now? If it's too reluctant, don't force it, and let's raise it first, we still have a lot of time, we can take your time to raise your voice. …”
The young man looked down at him and said softly, "I really like Shizun."
His voice stopped abruptly.
He even suspected that he was hallucinating.
If not, how could he hear his apprentice confessing to him
The young man leaned closer, stared at him with dark eyes, and asked gently, "I am like this? I like Shizun, why does Shizun... always avoid me recently."
The other person's breath gushed on his cheek, the distance was so close.
He couldn't answer.
The cheeks and the tips of the ears were already dyed crimson.
The youth said: "It is clear that the master also likes me."
His eyelashes trembled, "You... what nonsense are you talking about?" "Isn't it?" The young man held his hand and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.
Facing those dark eyes that seemed to be able to see through all of them, he found himself speechless.
He turned his face sideways, no longer looked at the other party, and said, "No, between master and apprentice, you can't talk about love, this is the ethics of Taoism, Linger, I only regard you as my apprentice..."
Youth: "Master lied."
He pursed his lips and stopped talking.
The atmosphere between the two fell silent.
Outside, there were bursts of Yingying, accompanied by the rustling of bamboo leaves, the young man had been stubbornly holding his hand, and in the end he was defeated.
He spoke? Wanted to change the subject.
"Linger, since you are already able to speak, you might as well tell Shishi what your real name is. Shishi also said before that when you grow up, I will help you change your name in the sect registration..."
The youth said: "I forgot. Now I just like the name that the master gave me, so I don't need to change it."
"Ye Ling's name is too feminine after all..." he said.
But seeing the young man get closer, he said softly, "If I were a woman, would Master admit that he likes me?"
His face flushed even more.
"Linger, you..." It was so close that the young man's slender eyelashes seemed to fly into his eyes.
He continued: "No, no? Physical... um..."
Before he could finish speaking, the young man kissed his lips.
He usually wears a mask outside, but in the bamboo building, together with Linger, he never hides it. They are all used to each other's appearance, and they are not as frightened as outsiders.
But now, he thought, it would be great if he still wore a mask.
The dignified Jindan stage cultivator was breathless being kissed by his disciples of the Foundation Establishment stage.
After Linger kissed him, she also asked, "How does Shizun feel?"
But how could he tell what he was feeling
Just feel the blood rushing, and the heart is beating fast. His face was red as fire.
He suddenly got up, went out the door, and went into the bamboo forest.
run away.
Linger did not chase him.
But he could feel the other's gaze, which was always on his back.
For three days in a row, they did not speak again.
He is thinking about something.
It's about the relationship between him and Linger.
Linger is still very young and should not be familiar with love affairs. The reason why I like him is probably mostly because of dependence. He is older than the other party, so he can't be wrong just because the other party doesn't understand.
Moreover, he is the other party? Master. Master and apprentice father and son? With Linger's age, it is indeed time to teach him some common sense in personnel.
So he called Linger to the study, and carefully explained his thoughts to the other party, hoping that Linger could understand his painstaking efforts.
Linger laughed hoarsely.
"Master, I had a dream last night." Ling'er said, "In the dream, there was only Master and me. We are very close, not between master and apprentice, nor between friends, but more deeply. … close.”
"Even so, Master still thinks, I don't understand anything?"
He blushed again.
More than blush. Even my heart seems to be on fire.
There seemed to be a kind of emotion that he had neglected for a long time, and it was mixed with the usual pampering and pity for young people, forming an emotion that was difficult to describe, but made him feel slightly dizzy.
He has no reason to refuse the youth's confession.
Linger came over and hugged him, kissing his eyelashes.
His eyelashes trembled, but he didn't push the other person away after all.
When Linger first met, she looked like a docile little animal.
Only now did he know that the other party turned out to be an insatiable wolf.
If you hug and kiss, you need more.
And he always has no way to refuse each other
In the process of trying, the fear of immorality lingered in his heart, and he trembled violently.
Ling'er held him tighter and said to him, "Don't be afraid."
Spring has come.
The fragrance of flowers drifted into the bamboo building with the wind and melted into a more intense aroma.
Linger taught him not to be afraid, and turned to call him Master again.
One after another.
He wanted to hide himself. Hidden in a place where no one can see it.
But they were dragged by the other party and flew to the clouds together.
Because of his insistence, they still abide by the etiquette of master and apprentice in front of them.
It's just that the other party is very suffocated in front of people, and even more crazy behind them.
Linger's body is always hot, as if there is a never-ending fire hidden in it.
Before entering the bamboo building, he was kissed by Linger against the door.
Suddenly, a familiar voice was heard in the distance.
"Junior brother hasn't come to me for a long time. It turned out to be an apprentice."
Someone is holding a bamboo umbrella and standing in the sun.
It is Rong dye.
Rong Ran's voice was slightly cold, but there was still a soft smile on his face.
"It seems that the younger brother and his apprentice have a good relationship, which is really the envy of the younger brother."
He hurriedly pushed Linger away and shouted at the other party, "Senior Brother Rong."
Ling'er stood beside him without making a sound.
Rong Ran already? It's been a long time since he came to Zhulou to visit him. So that when he saw Rong Ran's face, he felt a little strange.
He walked over.
"I don't know why the senior brother came over this time." After a pause, he said, "If the senior brother doesn't dislike it, you can come in and have a cup of tea, sit down and talk slowly."
Rong Ran glanced at Linger beside him and walked into the bamboo building.
But let him sit down, make tea and pour it for him.
He was a little flattered.
He heard Rong Ran say, "I came here to invite my junior brother to a secret realm with me."
He wondered, "What secret realm?"
Rong Ran smiled a little, and said slowly, "Netherworld Secret Realm."
He had heard about the opening of the Netherworld and the commotion in the cultivation world.
It's just that most of the secret realms inherited from ancient times are dangerous. He has already been injured once in the mysterious realm fire, and he does not want to take this risk again.
However, Rong Ran's expression was a little pleading.
"Yunlan, Senior Brother Helan is in retreat this time, and I will lead the trip to the secret realm. It's just that you also know that although I have made many friends in the Tianzong, there are not many people who can really deliver my back. You are one of them. For the sake of our friendship for so many years, you should help senior brother." Rong Ran glanced at Ling'er next to him, "Not to mention that there are many treasures in the secret realm, and even more The swordsmanship inherited from ancient times can be practiced for you and your apprentices. You have already accepted apprentices, so you should think more about your apprentices."
He was moved by the pleading and the swordsmanship in Rong Ran's words, he hesitated and nodded.
Rong Ran laughed and said, "So Yun Lan, in three days? We'll see you on the flying boat."
Saying goodbye to Rong Ran, Linger who was silent beside him suddenly spoke up.
"Master, that senior brother is not a good thing."
His face changed slightly.
Linger's speech has always been direct, and she is also very sensitive to people's malicious perception. Most of the people who say it's not a good thing are really not a good thing.
He just said in a low voice, "Senior Brother Rong led me into the Dao, took me into the Heavenly Sect, and took care of me a lot. He is not a wicked person. Maybe he invited me to the secret realm this time, because he was saved. I have the intention to use it, but it doesn't do anything to me."
Moreover, Linger's cultivation in recent years made him a little worried. It stands to reason that Linger has been building a foundation for a long time, but his cultivation has always been slow, as if something is blocking his cultivation.
However, he asked Linger, but Linger was always silent, or said that her aptitude was dull, which disappointed him. He didn't dare to ask again, for fear of hurting his self-esteem.
If you can find a better practice method and swordsmanship in the secret realm, and teach Linger to practice, will it help Linger break through the shackles
Just for this? He has to go to the secret realm.
Ling'er was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm going with Master too."
He said: "No, your cultivation base is only for building foundations. There are many dangers in the secret realm, and it is difficult for a teacher to protect you comprehensively."
Ling'er said, "I have a way to protect myself."
But he still said: "No."
That night, he was tossed by Linger all night.
However, Linger seems to have finally stopped talking about going to the secret realm with him, so he relaxed his vigilance.
As a result, the Tianzong flying boat took off and arrived at Zhanxing City. After entering the secret realm, he discovered that Linger was among the gathered Tianzong disciples.
"You... how did you come here without telling your teacher." He said to Ling'er, suppressing his surprise and anger.
Ling'er went to hold his hand in silence and said, "I don't trust Master."
What was in his heart? The anger dissipated suddenly.
Come all come.
He can only protect his apprentice with all his strength.
Although he made such a decision in his heart, he still shook off Ling'er's hand and said, "In a large audience, what kind of etiquette is it?"
Linger nodded, retracted her hand, and followed behind him.
Xu Shi knew that she had done something wrong, and Linger was too obedient all the way.
Dangerous and unusual in the netherworld.
He encountered danger several times, but always turned it into good fortune at the last moment, as if something was helping him.
It's just that he didn't think much about it.
Tianzong and his party successfully came to the third floor of the secret realm. After passing through the Forest of Ten Thousand Steles, they could see the bright beam of magic in the sky.
They were not the first team of monks to enter the third floor.
There are already many monks from all over the world, and most of them are scarred. They have suffered heavy losses in the previous two floors. The look of looking at the magic weapon is full of greed, and many of them are already immortal.
This kind of atmosphere made the surroundings very heavy, as if a harbinger of a melee would begin.
With the separation of the mountain walls, the uphill road to Fuyou Mountain was revealed, and the monks in the secret realm fell into madness. Countless people swarmed towards the mountain road, some were submerged by the killing array, and some were cut into blood clots. The mountain road covered with maple leaves couldn't tell which things were maple leaves and which were blood.
"Yunlan, let's go up the mountain too." Rong Ran smiled at him.
So go up the mountain.
They were some predecessors to explore the way, all the way to the top of the mountain, but suddenly encountered a meteorite impact, he rushed over to push Rong Ran down, and the two entered the killing formation, but when they turned around, they found that Linger had also entered the killing formation.
The killing formation was dangerous. In order to protect the two of them, he was seriously injured. When he was on the verge of collapse, he was hugged by Linger.
Linger said to him, "Don't be afraid."
While speaking, there was a dark shadow floating behind Linger. Although Linger's cultivation base was still only building a foundation, at this moment, she used those shadows to block the ultimate move in the secret realm.
They broke through the killing formation and fell into the underground cave.
Linger's aura became extremely evil, with a gloomy and hostile aura.
— Is it something he has never seen before
Rong Ran fell with them, looking at Linger's body in the dark, not knowing what to think, he murmured: "What that person said is really true, there are monsters hidden in Tianzong..."
"I advise you not to do anything to me," Rong Ran said suddenly, "Your master's body has already been poisoned by me, and now it is in my hands."
The shadow that had already extended behind Rong Ran stopped.
He was seriously injured and was held in Ling'er's arms. He opened his eyes in disbelief. When did Rong Ran poison him? And why do you want to poison him? Between them, aren't they friends and brothers
Then he remembered the cup of tea that Rong Ran had brewed for him when he came to Zhulou to look for him.
Ling'er said hoarsely: "The antidote, hand it over."
The soft smile on Rong Ran's face disappeared, and he said coldly, "Do you think I'm a fool? If you want your master to live, just listen to me and do it."
Linger was silent.
The shadows around him were shaking.
Obviously he didn't really believe Rong Ran's words.
Rong Ran sneered.
He suddenly felt a tingling pain in his heart, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.
Blood is pitch black. Smells like rot.
Linger froze holding his hand.
"Look ahead." Rong Ran urged.
He felt Linger holding him and walking forward, the young man's arms were steady and strong, but his heart seemed to be clenched tightly.
Poison Gu's pain and serious physical injuries left him half unconscious and half awake, and it was very difficult for him to stop or speak.
Rong Ran, why? - and Linger, what did you hide from him before? Why is there such a thing? Weird power...
The cave twists and turns, I don't know? After a long time, I suddenly heard the sound of bats flying by.
In front of it is a water pool.
The sound of the wind came from the cave behind the pool, not far from the exit.
Rong Ran said: "You go first