After completing level 1, Tiandao wants to hire me as CEO?

Hanlian Valley is the shortcut from Piaomiao Peak Library back to Yingyue Peak.

The place is remote, has beautiful scenery, but is inaccessible.

The moonlight bloomed in the sky, and the cool breeze stirred up the life-and-death struggle in the bloody wind. Qinghe, who was decorated with blood, swayed from side to side.

A touch of white clothes that was so cold and chilling danced gently, and slowly fell from the sky with its owner.

"what happened?"

Ye Zhifan was forced to take a few steps back and spat out a large mouthful of blood before he stabilized his figure with the support of the tyrant's sword.

His resolute face was mottled with bloodstains, his waist-length black hair was flying in the wind, and his thick brows gave off the aura of committing suicide.

Even if there is a mountain of swords, a sea of ​​fire, and a hell of Shura ahead, he will step into it without hesitation.

Xie Qingyun frowned, and his eyes passed over Ye Zhifan, who was in a bad state, and landed on Jiang Duomian.

The young man held his chest, looking frightened, and secretly winked at her.

Take that brat away quickly!

The three henchmen each had their own reasons for wanting to cry. They worked so hard to act, even if they were fighting a life-and-death battle, they were not that tired!

Now is not the time to care about that. Xie Qingyun sent a message to Jiang Weimian and said:

"Okay, I'll take him away first. Thank you for your hard work, senior brother. Go back and have a rest."

After receiving the order, Jiang Duomian turned around and left.

Ye Zhifan stared at the group of people fiercely and said hoarsely:

"Don't leave!"

The four people froze and used space movement to escape from this place.

Xie Qingyun walked to Ye Zhifan's side. The man was kneeling on one knee, holding a broadsword embedded one meter into the ground. His tall and heroic body had a pride that was constantly broken.

"Fan'er, can you still get up?"

Ye Zhifan was still staring at the direction in which the four people were leaving. After hearing the sound, he suddenly raised his head and looked straight at her with his deep eyes that had not faded in color.

"Master, who are they?"

The corners of his lips were raised slightly, and his smile was cold and sad.

"Are they related to you, Master?"

So what if it is, so what if it is not, just ask it directly, you are really stubborn!

Xie Qingyun finally felt like a villain. He waved his sleeves in an imposing manner and put his hands behind his back.

She still looked calm and calm, and her eyes when looking at the man were stained with sadness. Anyone who looked at her would be a good master who was brilliant and graceful.

"Does Fan'er hope that they will have a relationship with their teacher?"

She bent down slightly and lovingly stroked the man's knife-like face with her delicate white fingers. The mottled blood stains did not damage his handsomeness, but instead added to his masculine charm.

She always has magical powers and can easily break through the defenses in people's hearts.

Faced with her melancholy and gentle look, Ye Zhifan, who never liked being touched by others, his first reaction was not to avoid her, but to look directly into those silver eyes that were indifferent to all living beings.

His low, mellow voice sounded like thunder, and he answered truthfully:

"I'd rather do that!"

His eyes were as black as thick ink and were bloodshot, and all the earth-shaking emotions in his heart were suppressed by him in depression.

He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth and presented a wrinkled piece of rice paper. His breathing became more and more intermittent and heavy.

"Master, please review."

After Xie Qingyun took it, he began to talk about the reason. Underneath his overly calm voice was a deep sadness.

"The Piaomiao Peak Library contains the list of all Wentian Sect's weapons. This was copied by my disciple from the Piaomiao Peak Library using his authority.

This sword is called the 'Shadowless Sword'. It comes from the sword tomb of the Wuji Sword Sect. It is a spiritual weapon that was born on its own. It is the only one in the world and can be upgraded with its owner.

The Wuji Sword Sect presented it as a congratulatory gift on the day when Master left seclusion. "

He paused, hope sparkling in his eyes.

"This sword belongs to Master!"

Xie Qingyun's expression remained unchanged, her fingertips hooked in his dark hair in boredom, and she raised her eyebrows and asked:

"So what? I have countless treasures in my hands, so what's the point of mentioning mere spiritual weapons?"

The cold wind blew by, and the lotus leaves swayed gently, making a rustling sound.

Ye Zhifan suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

"Before I came to the upper world, there was a brother of life and death named Jia Xingming. He helped me a lot, but in the end he died because of me. His weapon was the Shadowless Sword.

Please tell me, Master, his situation! "

The sonorous and powerful voice trembled slightly, because he was afraid that everything would be like a dream.

He had known that Brother Jia was extraordinary, so it was unexpected and reasonable to find clues about him in Wentian Sect.

If Brother Jia is a disciple of Wentian Sect, is it possible that he is still alive?

The moment Ye Zhifan finished speaking, Xiao Tiandao started arguing in Xie Qingyun's mind.

Yeah yeah yeah:

【Ah ah ah ah, the secret is revealed, the secret is revealed! How to do how to do? 】

Thank goodness:

[Hey, why don't you take off your clothes for fun? 】

The outer building of Qingshan Tower outside the mountain:

[I personally believe in Yun Baoer, but in a life-and-death situation, I still feel a little panicked. There won’t be anything wrong with the main plot, right? 】

The cutest little Tiandao in the world:

[Oh, these are a bunch of short-sighted people, cowards who are greedy for life and afraid of death. It is impossible for the young lady to make mistakes in her work!

She has a huge chest, and she can control everything in her hands. She can strategize and change the clouds and rains with just a raise of her hand. What can she do about trivial matters?

Keep your dog eyes wide open! What does it mean to be at ease, what does it mean to turn things around, what does it mean to be miraculous, what does it mean to turn against the guest! 】

The gods said: [...]

Damn you, this sycophant!

Xie Qingyun looked at Ye Zhifan quietly. He did not dare to raise his head. Only the hem of his skirt was as cold as snow in his sight.

After a long while, the hem of the skirt made some movement, but it meandered away into the distance.

"Master? Master?"

Ye Zhifan raised his head blankly, and then chased after him injured.

Silent all the way, Xie Qingyun took Ye Zhifan back to Yuezhao Mountain.

In front of Wangyue Pavilion, she sighed calmly:

"Fan'er, your yard is over there, go back."

She turned around resolutely, and the falling snowy hair on her temples drew a melancholy arc, as if she was trying to take away the only hope in his heart.

Ye Zhifan acted faster than he thought and grabbed her arm tightly, eager for an answer.

"Master, please tell me!"

The ends of his scarlet eyes were stained with tears. He was like a desperate gambler who was paranoid and refused to let go.

"You really want to know?"

Xie Qingyun turned around, elegantly smoothing the wrinkled sleeves, and lazily raised his eyes, his indifferent eyes breaking the luck in his heart.

Ye Zhifan lowered his hand and nodded with difficulty:

"Yes! May Master tell this disciple."

A cold smile appeared on Xie Qingyun's lips, and he raised his right hand, and a black long sword filled with aura and mysterious inscriptions suddenly appeared, exactly the same as the one in Ye Zhifan's memory.

"Shadowless Sword, is this the one?"

"Master!"

Ye Zhifan's pupils dilated and his body trembled slightly with excitement.

He tentatively touched it, but in the end he raised his head cautiously and asked in a low voice:

"Master, Brother Jia..."

"I died to save you."