Senior sister, don't be stubborn, you are already invincible.

Song Ci glanced over everyone, his eyes flashing with complicated and indistinguishable emotions.

The disaster is indeed caused by oneself, and others cannot be implicated along with it.

Finally, he said slowly: "Okay, I will bear it alone."

After the words fell, the originally noisy lobby fell silent.

Every monk present had an ecstatic look on his face.

"What are you all doing here?"

An extremely indifferent voice suddenly sounded, like a basin of ice water being poured over everyone's heads.

Immediately afterwards, several more men in white came in from the door.

Everyone immediately calmed down their expressions and greeted the leader respectfully.

"I've met Senior Brother Zhuge!"

Zhuge Qingchen glanced at the monks in the hall, his tone slightly impatient.

"What's going on? What are you doing gathering here?"

Everyone stared at each other for a few seconds, and then all looked at Song Ci.

"Senior Brother Zhuge knows very well, so why bother asking? When we come here, we must be inseparable from Junior Brother Song." A young monk stood up first.

Upon hearing these words, Zhuge Qingchen frowned slightly and raised his eyes to look at the speaker.

The speaker has an ordinary appearance and dark skin. He is the type of person who would never be found in a crowd.

The man continued to talk: "We have already found out the matter clearly. It was Junior Brother Song who killed the Yunxiao Palace disciples, which caused today's disaster. We have gathered here to plead with Junior Brother Song to take responsibility alone. Don't To harm other innocent people."

"The sect master and the elders haven't discussed the decision yet. When will it be your turn to make decisions here?" Zhuge Qingchen's eyes flashed with gloom, and his tone became more and more fierce.

When the young man heard this, he was not deterred, but became even more arrogant.

"There are only two consequences. One, if you don't agree to Yunxiao Palace's conditions, the Yunyan Sect will be destroyed; two, if you agree to Yunxiao Palace's conditions."

"But senior brother, don't forget that among the second conditions, one is to surrender the lives of thirty direct disciples of our sect."

"I dare to ask all the senior brothers, who is willing to sacrifice and carry the thunder with Junior Brother Song?!"

The voice fell, and the audience was dead silent.

The dozens of direct disciples who followed Zhuge Qingchen all looked at each other.

Who would? Who would be willing to do that?

nobody!

After they looked at each other for a moment, they quickly reached a consensus and turned to the opposite side in tacit agreement.

"me……"

Suddenly a weak voice broke the dead silence.

I saw a female disciple lowering her head and whispering: "Senior Brother Zhuge, I, I don't want to die."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were echoes of agreement all around.

"Yes, none of us want to die."

"I don't accept it! Why should we be buried together?!"

"Yes, why should he bear the responsibility for whatever he caused himself?"

As the crowd's condemnation grew louder, Zhuge Qingchen's expression became more and more embarrassing.

"Shut up." He shouted coldly, his sharp eyes scanning everyone one by one.

"If one day you kill an enemy outside and the enemy's relatives and friends come knocking on your door, will you still shout that you are responsible for your own actions like you do today?"

"We, we will naturally do it." Everyone admitted, but they couldn't help but feel guilty.

"Senior Brother Zhuge, I am willing to take charge of this matter. Senior brother, there is no need to say anything." Song Ci, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.

Zhuge Qingchen stared at him deeply for a long time, as if he wanted to see the truth from his face.

"Do you really want to make this choice?"

He nodded: "Yes."

"Since Junior Brother Song Ci has made his choice, Senior Brother Zhuge please don't stop him." The young monk spoke at the right time.

"Yes, senior brother, you have to consider the thousands of lives of the sect, right?" Everyone hurriedly agreed.

Zhuge Qingchen lowered his eyes, pursed his thin lips slightly, and said nothing.

Everyone saw this and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Junior Brother Song Ci, you can go with peace of mind, the sect will remember your contribution."

Song Ci looked around and said, "There are only two disciples in Luo Liu Peak, me and my senior sister. Now my senior sister is in seclusion and is nowhere to be found. I may not be able to come back after I leave. Farewell is imminent, and I want to leave a letter to my senior sister."

"It's natural."

"Senior brother, could you please help me prepare pen and paper."

Zhuge Qingchen ordered his disciples to get paper and ink.

Soon, paper and pen were delivered. Song Ci took the pen and ink and wrote the entire article eloquently.

After writing the letter, he solemnly handed it to Zhuge Qingchen.

"After Senior Sister comes out of seclusion, please ask Senior Brother Zhuge to hand it over to Senior Sister for me."

"it is good."

Zhuge Qingchen took the letter, looked at his pale handsome face, frowned even more, and asked again: "Junior brother Song Ci, have you thought about it, do you really want to bear the responsibility alone?"

Song Ci chuckled lightly, "Senior Brother Zhuge, I will try my best to protect the sect, and please bring this letter to my senior sister for me."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Zhuge Qingchen's fingers gradually tightened their grip on the letter, and the joints turned white.

How should I face Tang poetry then?

He couldn't help but sigh, feeling a little helpless and desolate in his heart.

……

On the other side, Song Ci planned to rush directly to Yunxiao Palace after leaving Yunyan Sect.

However, after coming out, I realized that I didn't know where Yunxiao Palace was.

I need to find a place to get some information.

"What should we do to prevent the people in Yunxiao Palace from taking revenge on Yun Yanzong?"

At this time, he was sitting on a branch, with unsolvable worries lingering between his brows.

The dappled sunlight poured down from the gaps in the leaves and fell on him, forming a golden halo.

At this moment, he felt a cold wind blowing behind him.

Sensing the crisis, he turned his head suddenly and happened to meet a pair of pure black eyes.

A dark black bear hugged his arm and wrapped its limbs tightly around him.

He looked shocked: "Monster?"

The black bear stared at him with its round eyes and made a whimpering sound in its throat.

Then, suddenly, it spoke.

"Master, I'm back from foraging!"

Song Ci: "???"

He was stunned.

In an instant, an ominous premonition swept through his body.

The sharp sword shadow flew towards him like lightning, and Song Ci immediately dodged it, narrowly escaping the fatal attack.

And the towering ancient tree where he was originally fell apart and collapsed.

"hiss--"

He took a breath and looked at the girl opposite him solemnly.

She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a beautiful appearance and a flowing white dress.

"You are the owner of this black bear? The black bear took advantage of my unpreparedness and stole eight of my thousand-year-old elixir. How should you compensate me?" The girl locked eyes with the black bear and said coldly.

Song Ci was stunned.

Stealing eight thousand-year-old elixir? ! !

I knew that calling him 'Master' for no reason would be up to no good!

His forehead was beating wildly, and he immediately reached out to pull the black bear in his arms, denying it: "Your Excellency, you have admitted your mistake. I am not its owner."

The black bear hugged his arm tightly and refused to let go, saying aggrievedly: "Hey, oh, oh, oh, master~~~"

"Hurry up and let me go. I don't have a demon pet like you." Song Ci was angry.