The pear tree on the wall is snowy and delicate

Chapter 392 Goodbye Zhao Ming Tears

"Lingxiang...you must be safe!"

……

She couldn't remember how many times the nightmare had come back. Lingxiang could only watch Maidong slaughtering Yuanqing's disciples over and over again. Master Zhaoming's heart was torn out again and again.

No one knew whether she was numb or had given up. Lingxiang just sat quietly on the bluestone slab in front of the hall. Her eyes were red, but she watched Maidong repeat the killing again and again.

His lips were cracked and bleeding, his throat felt torn and painful, and when he opened his mouth all he could hear was heavy gasping for breath.

Lingxiang wished that this was just a dream. After waking up, she could still see Maidong smiling as always, and could still chat and argue with Master Zhaoming. But she was too tired, so tired that she didn't even dare to hope for it.

Everything around was gradually corroded by inexplicable rust, losing its original color, and the sky and the earth turned yellow-brown.

These are entropies, and their spread means entropy increase, which means that Maidong's consciousness is on the verge of collapse and there is no room for maneuver.

And the spiritual fragrance will also sink into this chaos and become the rusted part, forever and ever, unable to escape.

Looking at the familiar Wuji Palace, Lingxiang wished that those senior brothers were really in the palace, and suddenly appeared amid the countless cries, to save Maidong, save Master Zhaoming, and save everyone.

But she also understood that it was nothing but delusion in despair.

Entropy became more and more, and the entire Wuji Hall was corroded, like a pile of scrap metal, no longer as magnificent as it once was. And entropy seemed unsatisfied, spreading along the cracks in the bricks, and even Zhao Ming Zhenren was turned into a rusted statue.

In the end, he was too blind. If he had not acted rashly and broke into Maidong's sea of consciousness, Maidong's consciousness would not have been destroyed.

It's her fault!

If possible, she would like to let everything that happened to Maidong happen to her, and let her bear the endless sins for Maidong.

But what can we do? It's too late!
Lingxiang let out a long sigh and no longer cared about the entropy that was getting closer and closer. She just knelt and looked up at the yellow sky and floating clouds. Then she closed her eyes resignedly and waited for her fate to come in the dim red.

A breeze blew by, ruffling Lingxiang's messy hair. A figure came with the wind and stood beside Lingxiang.

The figure seemed a little plump, but stood straight, holding a whisk in one hand and stroking Lingxiang's head naturally with the other hand.

Lingxiang slowly opened her eyes, took a glance, and then closed them again.

“Senior Brother Zhaoming…” Lingxiang murmured, “Is my time coming…?”

There was no response. The touch on her head reminded Lingxiang of her childhood. At that time, although Master Zhaoming was always frowning, he would also touch her so gently.

wrong!

Lingxiang frowned, suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at the burly figure beside her again, staring at him for a long time, and Master Zhaoming also looked at her kindly.

"Senior Brother Zhaoming?" Confusion was revealed in the hoarse voice.

Lingxiang wanted to stand up, but her legs were corroded by entropy and she couldn't move at all. She didn't care about the embarrassment at the moment and reached out to pull at the sleeve of Zhaoming Zhenren's robe.

It’s Senior Brother Zhao Ming!
It’s really Senior Brother Zhaoming!
Lingxiang couldn't suppress her inner ecstasy. She looked at the familiar face with sore eyes and held the sleeve of Master Zhaoming even tighter.

Master Zhao Ming smiled indulgently and flicked his whisk. The entropy that imprisoned the spiritual fragrance shattered and splashed like glass, and the entropy spreading from all around was also reduced a lot.

"Thank you for your hard work, little junior sister." The deep voice instantly made Lingxiang's eyes fill with tears. She threw herself into Master Zhaoming's arms and cried loudly, as if she wanted to cry out all the grievances.

Master Zhaoming was not in a hurry either. He just patted Lingxiang's back gently, allowing her to vent her grievances at will.

"Brother... I missed you so much..." Lingxiang looked up at Master Zhaoming, tears streaming down her face, "I'm sorry I couldn't save you..."

Master Zhaoming smiled and shook his head, gently brushing away the tears on Lingxiang's face.

"Silly girl, what nonsense are you talking about? Have you read all the books in the pavilion in vain?" Master Zhao Ming ruffled Ling Xiang's messy hair. "Everything is predestined, everything is predetermined. How can you blame you for this calamity?"

"But...but..." Lingxiang still felt that it was her fault that she could not save Master Zhaoming.

At that time, Lingxiang was holding the life-extending pill she had taken from Zhao Wuyang, but Master Zhaoming was already dead, so the life-extending pill was ineffective. The life-saving pill in her hand was also unable to save Zhaoming. After all, as a human fire spirit, his heart had been crushed, and even if he was saved, he still could not escape the fate of death.

Didn’t Bi Gan, who had his seven-orifice heart dug out, also end up dying in the market?
So Lingxiang has been feeling guilty and frustrated over the years - no matter how much she knows about alchemy or how well she understands medical techniques, in the end she is still powerless.

and many more……

Disaster?

Lingxiang, who was immersed in sadness, suddenly raised her head and looked at Master Zhaoming inquiringly, but she only saw kind eyes and a smiling face. Seeing this, Lingxiang couldn't help but frowned in trance.

People who practice cultivation will experience tribulations, and facing tribulations is also essential to cultivation. When a person reaches a certain level of cultivation, he will naturally experience tribulations. People with advanced cultivation can also predict their own tribulations in advance and can properly avoid them.

Although Master Zhaoming's cultivation is not as profound as Master Shangqing, Master Qianyuan, and Master Chengxin, he can still fight Master Donghui to a draw. With his cultivation, he can easily predict disasters, so it is impossible for him not to know the impending disaster, unless...

Lingxiang was startled and looked at Master Zhaoming again. Although she still had a smile on her face, there was more approval in her eyes.

This is actually the case!
Looking in the direction where Master Zhaoming was pointing, he saw Master Zhaoming, who had turned into a rusted statue in the corridor of Wuji Palace. He was making seals with his hands and pointing his fingers between the clavicles of Maidong, who was also imprisoned by entropy.

It’s the seal that seals the door and protects the heart!

The heart of Master Zhaoming was still held in Maidong's hand, but at that moment he made a complicated hand gesture of sealing the door and protecting the heart!

Lingxiang looked at Master Zhaoming behind her again, her brows furrowed and her expression restrained.

He said that with Brother Zhaoming's level of cultivation, it was impossible for him to be ambushed by Maidong. It turned out that he had anticipated this disaster, but still chose to sacrifice himself to save Maidong!
"Fifth Senior Brother..."

Lingxiang choked up, but didn't know what to say. She just looked at Master Zhaoming with tears in her eyes.

"Junior sister, you would feel guilty if you had a guilty conscience, but you are doing something righteous, so why should you feel guilty? Providing medical advice to save lives is like doing good deeds and defending morality. Nothing is in vain. As the saying goes, 'Do your best and leave it to fate.' Only by doing your best will you not regret it in the future."

"This world belongs to the young. I have lived for hundreds of years, which is enough. There is no need to be sad about it. Being able to pave the way for the younger generation is not in vain."

Looking at Master Zhaoming's bright eyes, the haze in Lingxiang's heart was instantly dispelled. She took a long breath, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and nodded heavily.

Yes!

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, brother."

She had already made up her mind, but she still needed Fifth Senior Brother to persuade her. She was really obsessed.

It was just an increase in entropy, so what if the nightmare kept coming back? If I gave up, how could I be worthy of the sacrifice of Master Zhao Ming?
Lingxiang turned around and looked at Maidong again. This time, she would never lose to this nightmare!
(End of this chapter)