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Even if you die, you must first find Jing Rong.

This obsession gave Yanzhi strength, he struggled to get up from the fiery red magma, the brilliance around the Seven Star Sword was also dimmed like Yanzhi, he just walked towards the place where the lotus bloomed, regardless of the thorns under his feet , regardless of the reality of the fire lotus.

In a desperate situation, people's obsessions and thoughts are particularly magnified. Yan Zhi wiped away the blood on his eyes, and there is no extra emotion in his eyes, only numbness can stop many distracting thoughts, but regardless of the dangers under his feet, let him go forward bravely, only for that person go.

Among the fire lotus, there was an old man in plain robe standing still. When he saw the banquet was over, he only sighed: "The land reserved by the gods in the heavens is not allowed to be set foot by anyone who is not a god. You have passed through the three realms of wind and thunder, ice cloud, and lotus fire, and your heart is commendable. Tian Yu cannot take another step forward."

"Laoshizi God Clan Tianyu! Give me Rongxie back!" Yan Zhi, who seemed to be drowsy and blood-stained, drew his sword and pointed at the old man at this time. When the heavy sword slashed, it swept away, and the plain-robed old man dissipated He reappeared, looked at Yan Zhi and said deeply: "As expected, you still remember..."

"But the gods are definitely not something you can reach the sky, and the realm of the gods is definitely not something you can set foot on."

Nine Heavens Soaring Clouds...?what is that……

Yan Zhi was stunned for a moment, he had exhausted all his strength to draw the sword and slash straight, now the lotus fire opened up and pushed him into the hot magma again.

The raging fire burned his chest and submerged his head, but now when he was dying, a soft divine power surrounded him, sweeping him to nowhere.

The old man in plain robe who was free in the Lotus Fire Territory was startled and made a mistake: "God..."

The things hidden in Tianyu are what he wants to protect for thousands of years, but the divine power that has not wavered for thousands of years has fluctuated for one person.

Will he die... But he hasn't found Jing Rong yet...

Yan Zhi asked himself for the second time, the rain that fell from the sky hit his cheeks, staining his whole body with blood, before Yan Zhi passed out completely, he only saw a corner of plain clothes, and he grasped the clothes with all his strength instinctively. corner, said in a hoarse voice: "Rong...Rongxie..."

But the robe only tried to break away from him.

Yan Zhi's nasal cavity was sore, his eyes were already closed, but he refused to let go of his hands, he called out in a daze, "Don't leave me...Master..."

Master...

This long-lost call brought a glimmer of life to the banquet in the majestic rain.

The person who was held by Yanzhi in the rain finally softened his heart and brought back Yanzhi covered in blood.

When Yan Zhi woke up, there was a young man in front of him. His features were clear and handsome, and his noble aura was natural. Seeing his familiar face gradually overlapped with the scene, Yan Zhi took a deep breath and tremblingly said: "Rong...Rongxie..."

"It's not Rongxie, it's Hanxiu, Jing Hanxiu." The young man's eyes were clear, and he announced his last name without any discomfort.

"Hanxiu...Jing Hanxiu..." Yan Zhi's eyes trembled slightly, and he murmured Jingrong's words. For some reason, he met Jingrong when he was a boy in a desperate situation.

"And you, what's your name, why do you call me Shizun?" When he was young, his appearance was more curious than that of him in the future, and there was some pretentious maturity in his clear eyes.

"Ling Yun...my name is Ling Yun..." Yan Zhi smiled with difficulty, and unconsciously softened his tone: "If I say, I will be your future apprentice..."

"I believe." Jing Rong's answer was beyond Yan Zhi's expectation. Seeing Jing Rong pursed his lips, he said softly, "I should be happy to have a strong apprentice like you."

should be happy...

Yan Zhi was taken aback for a moment, and his smile froze a bit. According to what he did, is there still joy in this world?

"You're so credulous, aren't you afraid of being deceived?" Yan Zhi's chest hurts, the more Jing Rong believes in him, the more pain he feels.

"Master said that the cultivation of karma and fate has its own destiny. Since I met you, it is natural that fate will come first." Jing Rong said, turning his eyes to look at him and saying, "Will you lie to me?"

"...No." Yan Zhi was dumb, how could he admit that Jing Rong had always been a complete deception, each lie added up, and he became Mo Lingyun.

"Look, you've already said it all, you won't lie to me." Jing Rong's lips curved slightly, and he handed a spiritual fruit to Yan Zhi and said: "I see that you have no cultivation, you have been in a coma for so long, are you hungry? "

"...Hmm." The person in front of him overlapped with the scene of Dong Jingshi hiding the cake for him, Yan Zhizhen took the spiritual fruit again, and asked again: "How does Master know that I am hungry?"

In his impression, Jing Rong started bigu very early, and he couldn't even tell the taste clearly, this young man Jing Rong would think about whether he was hungry or not.

"...I've just started bigu, and I'm not used to it yet." Jing Rong pursed his lips, and he answered with a guilty conscience. His teachers had always placed high hopes on him. How could he expose his golden core, and he was still a little unaccustomed to bigu Things.

"...just bigu, how old are you?"

"Twenty seven."

Was it Jing Rong who was only fourteen...

"Then the Ning family in the southern region?"

"Ning family, a thousand-year-old family?"

"Is Ning's okay?"

"The head of the Ning family of this generation is shocked, and he is well. Could it be that you are a member of the Ning family?"

"No...my surname is Mo." After the banquet, he changed the subject and said, "Since Master has just started bigu, I will make some food for Master when I get well."

"You know how to cook?" Jing Rong blinked and asked in surprise.

"Well, in the future you will also like the food I cook."

"Really?" Jing Rong said with a smile on his face, "Master said that people who cultivate the Tao should cultivate their body and mind. I haven't tasted food in the mortal world a few times."

"Then what do you eat on weekdays?"

"Lingguo Yulu is also good for cultivation." Jing Rong said, and handed him another fruit, "Do you want it? I still have a lot."

"...No need." Their topic came to an abrupt end, and Yan Zhi took advantage of Jing Rong's absence to visit Ling Xiaofeng, the situation was the same as before, except that Jing Rong was younger.

Autumn brought a little cold in the northern border, and the banquet was touched by the morning frost, which made it difficult to tell the truth from reality. The persimmons he hung outside the hall were ready to eat. Jing Rong, who ate this for the first time, carefully bit his mouth, and his eyes widened. Brightened up, "Sweet?"

"Ah."

"good to eat!"

The future Taoists of the stars and moons are so easy to be satisfied, Yan Zhi looked at Jing Rong and said: "Tomorrow I will make sugar-fried chestnuts for Master, and that is also delicious."

"Okay." Jing Rong's bright smile never faded, Ling Yun's arrival added a lot of popularity to his deserted Ling Xiaofeng, Ling Yun was also full of surprises.

However, Jing Rong felt that he should reciprocate Ling Yun, "Why don't I teach you spells? You are my apprentice after all."

"...The disciple's congenital meridians are broken, so he cannot practice the spells." This time, Yan Zhi didn't want to steal some Xuantian sect's spells.

Jing Rong was taken aback when he heard the words, then looked at Yan Zhi and said, "Then you must treat me very well."

Yan Zhi didn't know how Jing Rong would have such an inference, is designing Jing Rong a good idea?Is it good to coax him to deliver the treasure of Zhenzong?

"...How could Master say such a thing?" Yan Zhi answered hastily, unconsciously feeling rather embarrassed.

"I think it's mutual. If your congenital meridians are broken and I'm still willing to accept you, then you must be the first to treat me well."

"Yes...you have made a lot of efforts to restore my meridians..."

Jing Rong's words were very sincere, but each word of sincerity pierced Yan Zhi's heart, piercing his blood more than a sword.

Jing Rong treated him so sincerely, how did he 'repay' Jing Rong...

"You are such a good apprentice, I naturally want to protect you."

Young Jing Rong has his own unique innocence and gentleness, and he is also very innocent and easy to satisfy when he rarely contacts with others. A straw grasshopper can make him happy for a long time, or a candy in the palm of his hand.

But Yan Zhi is still at a loss, he doesn't know where the breakthrough of this illusion is, or this is not an illusion at all, he just missed the scene of reality and met the scene of his youth by chance.

The night is cold and the wine is fragrant, and the feast is deliberately chosen to be in a remote place, and the scenery is hard to escape.

Jing Rong, who was dressed in the uniform of Ling Xiaofeng's core disciples, was exceptionally handsome. He only looked at the wine jar in Yanzhi's hands, and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"liquor."

"Is it delicious?"

"It can relieve your worries."

After hearing this, Jing Rong ordered some wine and tasted it lightly. When the wine stained his tongue, he frowned, "It's bitter, it's not good."

Yan Zhi smiled and said, "Children can't drink alcohol."

"You are my apprentice, you are younger than a master." Jing Rong pursed her lips, not to suffer from this boring loss.

"Okay, I'm younger than you." Yan Zhi kept smiling, moved a seat for Jing Rong to sit down, and asked, "What would Master want to eat tomorrow?"

"Sweet soup?"

He likes sweet so much, and he also said that he is not a child.Yanzhi didn't say this, he just said hello to Wangyue.

Sitting down, Jing Rong was quiet for a moment, and asked again: "Will you go?"

"……meeting."

"Are you going to find me in the future?"

"Ah."

"Then I will remember you better and treat you better in the future."

"..."

The young man Jing Rong's words were too sincere, and he always couldn't answer, so Yan Zhi simply changed the subject: "Master is young and formed a pill, and he is not far from becoming a baby. Instead of thinking about how to treat me, it's better to think about the Taoist name." Why?"

"Master said it was Rong Xie."

Yan Zhi paused after hearing the words, and then said: "Your master has already arranged for you?"

"Well, Master said that Rong Xie was chosen, which means very well."

"Isn't he afraid of offending the gods?" Using the title of Shishen Rongxie, it was decided early on, this Xuantian sect suzerain is really interesting.

"Master said that my fate can be suppressed."

Jing Rong's words revealed unconsciously, gradually weaving into a web in Yan Zhi's mind, as if, as if, Jing Rong's life was already in a calculated game.

Yan Zhi choked for breath, and tentatively said: "You listen to your master in everything?"

"Master said that I will definitely become the highest in the world and protect the common people."

Saying this to a boy who is only twenty-seven years old, what should a Taoist Yuanying really do?

Yan Zhi frowned and pursed his lips, and asked again: "What about you, what do you think?"

"I...? It's all right..." Jing Rong didn't think about this, Taoist Tianquan taught him these things repeatedly, Ling Yun's question was the first time anyone cared about his wishes.

"No." Yan Zhi refuted his words, "The wishes of others are not important, your own thoughts are the most important, you know? Hanxiu."

It was rare for him to be so solemn when he called his name for the first time, Jing Rong glanced carefully at Yan Zhi, and replied: "Okay."