Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

Forcibly escaping from the vortex, the grievances that flowed to the ground did not seem to be much, but with the cultivation of Chu Zishi and Chang Hongmiao, they could not be wiped out for a while.

In the struggle with grievances, they all noticed the strangeness of these grievances.

If it is ordinary resentment, as Jindan monks, their cultivation base can easily eliminate it. However, these resentments are as powerful as the demonic energy of demon cultivators. It can also interfere with Dao Xin.

After discovering that Ning Legu's trap was broken, Chang Hongmiao's idea of ​​sending a message to Qiu Hong and the two was dispelled.

This kind of grievance is better dealt with by them in the Jindan period.

Chang Hongmiao activated the magic power of the golden elixir, and a mask instantly appeared on his body to prevent the resentment from contaminating himself. While fighting with the grievance with his sword, he noticed the middle-aged monks who were in the early stage of the golden elixir around him.

The middle-aged monk was a Jindan early-stage cultivator. His facial features were as sharp as a knife, and he looked upright. At this time, he was running a layer of mana streamer to protect himself and the mortals behind him.With just one glance, he confirmed that the mortal was the little prince who escaped from marriage, and he also understood that the messenger talisman that the little prince used earlier should belong to the monk.

If I heard correctly just now, this person said "Wen Qingmo" when he woke up with him.

While not letting the resentment disturb his Dao heart, Chang Hongmiao separated his mind and looked into the distance again. After observing for a while, he confirmed that the man in the sky who looked like a maniac in red was really Wen Qing. silent.

I heard that Fellow Daoist has become enchanted again?

But it doesn't look as simple as being enchanted...

It's more like taking those grievances for his own use, but the power of these grievances is too domineering, the tragic hiss and screams seem to pierce people's brains, and Wen Qingmo is not a demon cultivator at all, but more In all kinds of pain, blood stains all over her body, and her red and white clothes were directly stained with blood.

so painful...

The torture suffered by ordinary people is nothing to monks, so what kind of pain Wen Qingmo is going through.

He, a bystander, was covered in cold sweat, which was really appalling.

Hearing that something happened to Fellow Daoist, it is impossible for Fellow Daoist Ji not to be by his side.

However, not far from Fellow Daoist Wen, another person is guarding him at this moment, and there is no trace of Fellow Daoist Ji.

The blood on the man's face was washed away by the rain, and he looked very embarrassed, but it couldn't hide his impressive appearance.

He couldn't even detect the state of this person, he might be a powerful monk.

Taking advantage of a gap, Chang Hongmiao moved from his original position to the side of the middle-aged monk: "This fellow Taoist, do you know Wen Daoyou? My surname is Chang, and my name is Hongmiao. Friends and the others accepted the task of bringing back the little prince behind you, and they never expected to encounter such a thing." He sighed and introduced his background in a few words.

Chu Zishi had also noticed Chang Hongmiao a long time ago. At this moment, it is a good thing to have a stronger teammate.

The formation covering the entire Ningle Valley must have been broken by Xuan Zhu, Chu Zishi really wanted to go to Xuan Zhu, but now that something happened to Wen Qingmo, it is better for Xuan Zhu to concentrate on guarding.

Chu Zishi: "Wen Qingmo? I know him."

Chang Hongmiao: "I don't know who the person next to him is."

Chu Zishi glanced at Chang Hongmiao, and found that this person had a bright smile on his face, and said, "Words of Daoist you just mentioned, are there other people who have entered Ningle Valley? Where is this person now? The grievances are so overbearing, it would be better for the few of us to get together."

Chang Hongmiao didn't hide it: "There is another fellow Taoist Ji Wuyou, but I don't know where he is."

Turning through several thoughts in a row, Chu Zishi suppressed his desire to ask Xuan Zhu what happened, and sighed: "I hope that Fellow Daoist Ji is safe." Then he said, "Friend Daoist Wen The one next to him is his master."

Chang Hongmiao asked in surprise, "Master?"

He remembered the conversation between Qing Lian and Wen Qingmo not long ago. Could it be that Wen Qingmo's master sensed that his apprentice was in trouble, so he came to rescue him?

Just then Shen Huai heard that the person who claimed to be Chang Hongmiao said that he came to see him, and wanted to ask Lord Shen if he knew how to severely punish him after knowing his situation.He opened his mouth, thought of Chu Zishi's instructions, then closed his mouth again, and finally chose to remain silent.

Now that there are two monks protecting him, nothing will happen to him.

Let's talk about everything after that.

Chu Zishi knew that his cultivation was not as good as Chang Hongmiao's, and he spoke very politely, but he didn't feel humbled: "Chang Daoyou, I have something to say after all these grievances are dealt with."

Chang Hongmiao didn't have the slightest arrogance to insist that his cultivation was superior to others, he responded very naturally, and continued to deal with grievances with Chu Zishi.

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If you were tortured to the extreme by resentment at the beginning, you could still yell out to prove your pain.

At the end of the screaming, his voice became hoarse, and then he lost his voice. He was filled with the hatred in the resentment, and he could only experience the overbearing resentment over and over again. situation.

He felt that the master was by his side, and it was extremely difficult, as if his head was bearing a weight of tens of thousands of catties, and his whole body was about to explode. He looked in the direction of the master.

Under the misty rain, I really saw that familiar figure.

"I will accompany you."

Master's voice was as pleasant as ever, but it seemed that he had experienced a round of life and death pain. The hoarse voice carried the deepest promise in his life, which was imprinted in his soul.

Master...

He remembered the conversation he had with Xuan Zhu before leaving for Ningle Valley.Xuan Zhu asked him to go back to Wuyou Mountain, it was he who insisted on coming here.

He was not just because of that illusory chance—after all, it was unknown whether he would survive—there was another most important reason.He wants to cut off that if he confides his heart to Xuan Zhu in the future, Xuan Zhu will have no reason to refute him, whether it is because he is too young or he has met too few people.

He wanted to tell Xuan Zhu that he was not just impulsive after getting in touch with more people and getting to know other men and women.

However, when he decided to become a cage to trap his grievances, these complicated thoughts disappeared in an instant, and the last words he uttered were straightforward.Master must have been frightened by him, no matter in behavior or words.However……

At that moment, he didn't need to confirm anything, he felt that he had wandered in the world for many years, met countless people, and he really never met anyone who made him fall in love more than Xuan Zhu.

He wanted to know the master's answer, good or bad.

So no matter what, he's going to get through it.

The torrential rain gradually stopped, until the last drop of rain fell from the sky to the withered yellow ground, and the sky covered with dark clouds gradually turned into a black night.

When night falls, the entire Ningle Valley is even more silent.

I don't know how the overwhelming resentment squeezed into the young man's thin body. The young man slowly fell from the sky to the ground, and when the soles of his feet touched the ground, he sat cross-legged on the ground.

He closed his eyes tightly, even though his brows were frowning, even if his expression was not too turbulent, but from the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the withered grass on the ground, it could be seen that his soul was undergoing unimaginable whipping. Resentment continued to ravage the inner struggle.

The young man's once fair and handsome face had become very terrifying, black resentment formed lumps under the skin from time to time, and after a period of dormancy, he passed by like a living thing, and he didn't know where he was going.

These resentments are originally generated by strong hatred, how could they be willing to disappear in this world so easily.

They are like venomous snakes lurking under the surface of the body, as if waiting for an opportunity to bite the young man at any time, and after he dies, they will escape from the trap, and once again usher in their fate of being free instead of imprisoned and gradually absorbed.

Only young people at the golden core stage, after constantly suppressing their grievances, the golden core that had been repaired with some cracks before could not withstand this extremely powerful force, and finally broke into small grains of golden sand.

At that moment, the young man seemed to feel the pain of being crushed by resentment.

When he felt that his body might have collapsed and no longer existed in the world, he suddenly felt a special energy faintly appearing in his empty Zifu district.

The moment the energy appeared, he understood that it was a touch of primordial spirit.

But this is not from his own cultivation, it seems that he himself has lived in this body for many years, and even Xuan Zhu has not discovered it, but because of his resentment, he broke through the seal that hid it.

It is extremely weak, but in the weakening state, it slowly becomes thicker due to the continuous erosion of resentment.

--you are me.

The young man thought of the red-clothed man he saw in the phantom formation, the words were still in his ears, he couldn't go away, like another phantom formation, he didn't know where it was going to take him.However, the physical and mental pain was so real that he couldn't escape, and he couldn't have a moment's respite.

From this moment on, time is meaningless to the youth, as long as he cannot absorb these grievances for a day, then he will suffer from this kind of torture forever.

For a long time, without end.

Chu Zishi and the others were fighting the grievances, and three hours had passed. After the grievances were gone, they stopped and hurried to the place where Xuan Zhu and Wen Qingmo were.

The ground was bright red, and the young man sat cross-legged on the ground, with black energy lingering around his body, making people afraid to approach easily, because once they approached, it seemed that he would still be affected by the resentment and fall into madness.

Those black qi that wanted to break through his body continued to make sharp and piercing calls, as if they wanted to break through the cage that imprisoned them, but they had no choice but to release their resentment and hatred, endlessly torturing the young man himself.

Not far away, the silver sword pierced into the ground kept trembling and moaning, as if feeling the pain of its master.

As soon as Xuan Zhu raised his hand, Leng Zhaojian came to his hand as if attracted, he put the sword into his pouch, then stood one step away from the young man, without any movement, staring at him steadfastly.

Chu Zishi and the others stopped ten steps away, and felt that the resentment was beginning to intrude on them, so they stopped and stopped moving forward.

Chu Zi opened his mouth, he wanted to ask Wen Qingmo what was going on, but in such a situation, anyone could see that Wen Qingmo looked very bad, so he finally said: "He will be fine."

This statement is more like a well-known consolation.

Xuan Zhu slowly turned his head and looked over, the emptiness in his eyes was fleeting, and he seemed to be the same as before, and his dirty clothes made his eyebrows and eyes more picturesque.

But he never looked so unapproachable before, exuding cold alienation.

He said to Chu Zishi: "Zishi, I need some time to recover my cultivation. I want to trouble you with something."

Xuan Zhu wanted something from him.

This is something Chu Zishi has been dreaming of since he met Xuan Zhu, but based on the current matter, it is not the reason he had imagined. No trouble, I will do whatever you want me to do."

"I won't ask you to go up the mountain of knives and the volcano, why do you look like a martyr." Xuan Zhu joked, but there was not much smile on his face, "But it will definitely cause you some trouble. Help me go back to Wuyou Mountain Bring Hei Ren here."

Chu Zishi was taken aback for a moment, this task--really arduous.

"If it is not obedient and tosses you hard on the road, you will never see us again and scare it."

"Cough, I see."

As a mortal among the three monks, Shen Huai, who has a weak sense of existence, has been protected by Chu Zishi's mana barrier. When he heard that Chu Zishi was about to leave, he quickly hugged Chu Zishi's arm: "Chu Daochang, what are you doing?" Are you leaving?" He smiled flatteringly, "It's also thanks to meeting you this time, why don't you go back to the palace with me for a day or two first? I will definitely provide you with food and drink to thank you Take care of me these two days."

Chu Zishi knew that Shen Huai and Wen Qingmo were both young, but because of their baby face and two dimples when they laughed, they looked like sixteen or seventeen-year-olds.

Shen Huai's kind words did not shake Chu Zishi's heart at all: "No. In life, if there is a chance, we will meet again." He looked at Chang Hongmiao who was observing Xuanzhu, "Chang Daoist, Young Lord Shen, I will trouble you to send it back."

Chang Hongmiao cupped his hands and said, "Be polite. This is our task."

Shen Huai's face was gloomy, and he also knew that even though he was the prince's son, he was just a mortal, and he couldn't do anything against Chu Zishi.

Seeing Shen Huai's disappointed face, Chu Zishi reflected on whether he had refused too directly just now, then looked at Xuan Zhu, who had returned his attention to Wen Qingmo, pulled Shen Huai, and told him to go to another corner where Let's have a chat.

Shen Huai followed sullenly, but after a while, the dimples on his face smiled again.

After a long distance, Chang Hongmiao looked at the side face of the handsome man, and asked uncertainly: "Senior, I heard that fellow Daoist Chu said that you are the master of fellow Daoist Wen." He composed words in his mind for a moment , In the end, I chose to go straight to the point, "I heard that fellow Taoists are not casual cultivators? Also, I heard that senior, your voice is very similar to one of my fellow Taoists... I don't know the senior's name, can you tell this junior."

"My name and surname are not very important to you and me. As for casual cultivators, I am a person with no background and no sect, and I am also a casual cultivator, so my apprentice is also a casual cultivator." Xuan Zhu asked, " The person whose voice is similar to mine, do you mean Ji Wuyou?"

Chang Hongmiao hurriedly responded, and couldn't stop thinking in his heart, even the way of not telling others' names easily was very similar to Ji Daoyou.

"He," Xuan Zhu said in a low voice, nonsense, "he is a fellow Taoist that my apprentice met five years ago when he was traveling, because Ji Wuyou's name is the same as the name of a mountain we are in, plus the voice Similar to me, this makes my apprentice feel that he is very predestined with him, so that they have a very close relationship. After I came here, I found him in a dangerous situation. After saving him, I let him deal with other things first. He is now It should be at the old pagoda tree before you came here, and it will be back soon."

Chang Hongmiao heard that calm and powerful, turned his head to look at the old locust tree, and sure enough, he saw a stone blue figure there.

What Xuan Zhu said made sense, and it also made Chang Hongmiao understand why Wen Qingmo was so special to Ji Wuyou. He really wanted to ask this senior if he knew about your beloved apprentice's affair with Ji Wuyou. But he still didn't ask.

He still has some doubts in his heart, but it's better not to easily provoke a monk who can't see through his cultivation.

Chang Hongmiao changed his usual character of being both right and left, and after getting the senior's response, he just stood there silently worrying, and didn't ask much about Wen Qingmo, who was entangled with resentment.

Although this senior didn't show any contempt for the younger generation in his words, everyone could see that he was absent-minded about the conversation at this time, and his heart was all on Wen Qingmo, so Chang Hongmiao shouldn't talk too much.

Xuan Zhu nodded, maintaining the demeanor of a senior, and didn't say much.

When Ji Wuyou came back, Chang Hongmiao saw Ji Wuyou handing over a transparent porcelain bottle to Xuan Zhu.

A touch of Jingyuan in the porcelain bottle looks a bit like Yuanshen.

Ji Wuyou said: "Senior, will Qing Mo be okay?"

"You can rest assured."

After getting the guarantee, Ji Wuyou's extremely worried face relaxed a little. He looked at Chang Hongmiao: "Chang Daoyou, I want to go back to the locust tree. I still have something to deal with. Do you want to go there together?"

"of course yes."

Before leaving, Chang Hongmiao nodded to the senior again, but the moment he looked away, he heard that the master of Daoyou had changed into black clothes, and he looked more awe-inspiring and unapproachable. He didn't look much, and hurriedly followed Ji Wuyou walked away.

After there was no one else around, Xuan Zhu held the porcelain bottle in his hand, and after a long silence, he opened his mouth and said indifferently: "Xuan Ying, do you know that I always thought he was you before I came to Ning Le Valley?" child. This was one of the reasons why we accepted him at first.”

Xuanying was dumbfounded.

She felt that Xuan Zhu was angry, angry at her silence at the time, angry at her for not directly coming forward to say that it was all right, and did not mind the child's body being taken away.But as a mother, how could she not care about these things!

Xuan Zhu knew that Xuan Ying was listening, so he continued: "But there are indeed some strange things about him. Even so, until now... No, maybe since I met him, it is impossible for me to sit idly by him. "Xuanzhu's tone was calm, more like confiding, "I don't want to know what he did before he took your child's body. If he wakes up and is still willing to be my disciple, I am willing to accept it."

Xuanying's primordial spirit trembled, and conveyed her sorrowful and incomprehensible emotions to Xuanzhu: [Senior Brother, since I met you again, I have noticed that you have changed.You used to pay little attention to that person and others other than me, even Junior Brother Xuanzhen, you were cold to him... But now you are different, you have become much gentler in dealing with people and things.Especially for this magic cultivator...]

"Little Junior Sister, why haven't you changed a lot?"

[Yeah, we've all changed a lot.So I understand better, brother, have you fallen into it again? ]

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I've been too tired recently, and my body is a little broken. Every morning when I wake up, I feel tired with palpitations, shortness of breath, and rapid heartbeat.

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"Pay with the rest of your life":

A chance encounter in a taxi gave Luo Hui a different kind of affection.

Love in the world is roughly like this, inexplicably sprouting a good impression, inexplicably liking, inexplicably, one arrow turns into two.

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