When Shen Tingjun arrived at the palace, Qingxuan had already lifted one-third of the restrictions he had placed with the help of the immortal weapon. And without Baitang's cooperation, the lifting of the restriction would definitely not be so smooth. Other than him, the only person who can let her entrust her Yuanhun with trust is the one from Qing Yunzong.
Thinking of this, Shen Tingjun's heart calmed down instead, and he looked calmly at Elder Yuan who came out to stop him, and a flying sword suddenly appeared in his hand, "For the sake of past affection, if you get out of the way now, this gentleman will be fine." Let me spare your life."
Elder Yuan smiled nonchalantly, holding the natal spirit sword in his palm at the same time, the sword energy on it was concealed and not emitted. He looked at Shen Tingjun, and gently stroked the sword with his fingers, and the clear and crisp sound of the sword resounded. "As far as I know, the Demon Lord is not good at swordsmanship. Now he uses swords as weapons, but he wants to compete with this school's swordsmanship?"
"I say it again, get out of the way!"
Elder Yuan shook his head, "Since the old man appears here, then of course he can't let the Demon Lord go." After finishing speaking, he took the lead in making the sword move without any more nonsense.
In the palace, the restraint on Baitang's primordial soul was reaching the critical point of lifting, at this moment, the fluctuations above the roof could not be felt at all. Qingxuan, who was opposite her, had originally paid a little attention to it, but now he has to put away all his mind and concentrate on releasing the remaining restrictions.
Every time Qingxuan released part of the restriction, the fight in the sky would become more intense. At the back, Elder Yuan used 100% of his strength, and he could only parry him, thinking "abnormal" in his heart. When he met Shen Tingjun in Qing Yunzong, he was still a little guy who had just stepped into the world of monasticism. It has only been more than a hundred years, and these old guys can't keep up. Moreover, he has an intuition that the strength of the opponent is probably less than 70%, not to mention that the opponent has to be distracted to use part of the spiritual power to control the aftermath of their fight within a certain range so that it will not spread below.
Suddenly, Shen Tingjun withdrew his hands from Elder Yuan's emotion. He looked over in surprise, and the majestic Lord Demon Lord actually showed a gloomy expression, and he heard Shen Tingjun's sarcasm: "That hypocrite Qingxuan is still the same as before. I hate it, as the leader of the righteous sect, his tricks are even more insidious than those of the magic sect."
Regarding the scheming of the sect master, Elder Yuan wanted to echo a few words, but found that his position was wrong, coughed dryly, and asked pretending not to hear: "Did the devil stop fighting?"
Shen Tingjun glanced at him coldly, turned around and teleported towards the room below. This time, Elder Yuan, who received Qingxuan's voice transmission, did not try to stop him. He lowered his head and looked at the figure whose back he couldn't even touch, and took the spirit sword back with a wry smile. What is this
On the other side, both Qingxuan and Baitang opened their eyes and stood up, but both looked weak. Shen Tingjun opened the door and came in, saw Baitang's condition at a glance, and immediately went to her side to support her, while probing his spiritual power over. After a while, it was found that Baitang's Yuanhun was not damaged at all, and it was even solidified a lot. Then he seemed to see Qingxuan on the opposite side, "Master Master is really good at it."
Qingxuan smiled lightly, "Elder, I would like to thank the Demon King for his mercy." Then, he spoke softly to Baitang, "Little sister, there are still some mundane matters in the sect that need to be dealt with by the senior brother, let's just leave now. "
Baitang was startled, then nodded heavily: "Senior brother, take care."
Qingxuan raised his hand, glanced at Shen Tingjun who was at the side as if nothing, put it on Baitang's shoulder and patted it lightly: "The future will be long." After the words fell, he didn't look at Shen Tingjun's expression, and left the room directly up.
After Qingxuan left, Shen Tingjun no longer concealed his emotions. He looked at Baitang, unable to tell whether he was complaining or annoyed, "Is this your promise to me?" Follow him back.
"What is the foundation of the promise between you and me? You and I know it well." This is a question they have been avoiding all the time. Baitang looked at Shen Tingjun whose face changed slightly, and continued to pierce that layer of film "Actually, you have already guessed that I will not compromise on this, just like I knew about the appearance of Yuezhu, and the purpose was not to know my every move. Instead, you told me that you arranged someone by my side and wanted me to Give up your plans."
Shen Tingjun stared into her eyes silently, only his figure was reflected there, and finally sighed. "You know it all, but you still did it." He would arrange people around her, not to monitor her every move, sometimes to block, to block the things that this person knew he would care about or dislike Whether she would choose to give up because of his hesitation for a moment.
But the facts have proved that, no matter in the past or in the current situation, she is unwilling to make any compromise for him. He looked at those eyes that were so clear that one could see into his heart, and suddenly felt a little glaring. In his heart, what exactly is it? Is it important that Qingxuan, Lingxiao and her fellow students
Shen Tingjun was no longer sure, and his previous self-confidence became ridiculous. He thought he had figured out this person's heart, and thought that this person couldn't get rid of his identity as an orthodox monk, so he always kept a distance from him. "Baitang, do you not believe that I can let you stay, or are you unwilling to stay?"
Baitang felt the change in him, but couldn't guess what he was thinking now, but felt that there seemed to be a barrier spreading between them. She paused, and the answer that slipped to her lips changed because of this vague feeling: "It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."
"That means you don't believe me."
Bai Tang froze, and Shen Tingjun's eyes gradually turned cold when they looked at each other. Even at the moment when they severed the master-student relationship, she had never seen such a look on this person, and she couldn't help but feel slightly startled. After a while, she understood the other party's purpose, which was forcing her to make up her mind.
As soon as he saw the change in her expression, Shen Tingjun knew that she understood, and couldn't help feeling proud of the connection between the two of them, and looked at it even more coldly. He was too careful before, always thinking that if he forced this person to make up his mind, he would push this person out, so he kept following her pace.
Now, it's time to end the matter between them.
So, Shen Tingjun continued to remain silent.
Baitang suddenly felt a little headache, how to calculate the entanglement between her and the little apprentice? Did Luo Hua intend to be ruthless? Of course not. If so, she would not condone his schemes against her, let alone trust him so defenselessly. However... "What if I say no?"
Shen Tingjun probably didn't expect her answer to be this, and his face became ugly. After that, she lowered her eyes and let out a laugh, slowly raised her eyes again, and said word by word: "Others say I am ruthless, but I can't be ruthless than you, Baitang." Even if she has him in her heart, but she chooses The first thought was rejection of him.
Bai Tang frowned, she already felt the limit of Jie Jing, but the current situation is not suitable for leaving immediately. The next moment, she stretched out her hand to hold Shen Tingjun's hand that was supporting her. The other party stared at her in amazement, her eyes filled with anticipation and disappointment, which was suffocating. : "Shen Tingjun, I swear by my soul, if I can re-enter the practice and come back in the future, I will promise you."
Shen Tingjun's gaze instantly became hot, "Really?"
Baitang bent his eyes and smiled. Although he didn't nod or respond, it was the most touching affirmation in Shen Tingjun's eyes. He couldn't help hugging her in his arms, and whispered his promise in her ear: "I, Shen Tingjun, would also swear by my soul that even if I search through the three worlds, I will find the mirror for you."
"Then I'll wait for your good news over there."
"Then you are not allowed to visit that kid Ling Xiao quietly, and neither is that hypocrite Qing Xuan, you have to come see me once a month."
Baitang chuckled, "I'm leaving."
Shen Tingjun hugged her and did not let go, Baitang secretly shook his head, and still left the body the moment he sensed Jie Jing. As soon as her soul was separated from her body, Shen Tingjun let go of her hands immediately, allowing the body, which he had tried his best to care for before, to fall to the ground and make a sound of collision with the ground.
Shen Tingjun also left the room when Baitang's breath could not be felt at all. The moment before leaving, he looked up at the direction Baitang was leaving, and pursed his lips tightly. Even if this oath is still indispensable to her calculations, so what, as long as she agrees, that's enough.
In the First People's Hospital of S City, Baitang woke up from a month-long coma.