[Yi Tian] Shallow look at the test lamp

The days of recuperation are relatively limited, and Xiao Yi seldom talks with me. He occasionally goes out to buy some pastries to taste with the group of little drug boys. The rest of the time is either he rests in the room, or I tell stories to a group of children—— ——Sometimes, after the children are resting, I will secretly recall the content of the Nine Yin Scriptures, trying to go one step further and defeat Song Qingshu.

The result of lighting a lamp and cooking oil in this way is that the deeper the research, the more disappointed.

In the short few years of Song Qingshu's life, how did he cultivate such an orthodox martial arts skill that accumulates internal strength?Am I not talented enough, or is he talented?

Could it be that in his previous life, did he have any peerless secrets to help him in Sanssouci Palace?It's like Zhang Wuji can eat fairy peaches and get cheats after falling off a cliff?If this is the case, I have nothing to say, after all, this is fate.

It's just that I feel unwilling.

I looked down at Xiaocha who was keeping me, she blinked her eyes and said softly: "Sister Immortal, don't go..."

They all called me Sister Immortal, and although I corrected it several times, I couldn't change it back, so I reluctantly accepted this title.I feel complacent in my heart, after all, people in Jianghu may praise me for my beauty because of utilitarian things, but children will not say such words against their will.

It's just that under the face, there are all bones, and the appearance of sensuality has no meaning.

Going is inevitable, I can't stay here all the time to recuperate my injuries and ignore worldly affairs.Senior Sister Ding and the others are waiting for me to come back, and they will hold Emei again, and they will come down with Shaolin and the others.As Wen Xiuyu, I can naturally ignore these things, but as the head of Emei, I have to bear these things.

I sighed slightly, and when I turned around, I saw Xiao Yi's gentle face.

He smiled, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, helpless and vicissitudes of life: "Going?"

I nodded, and glanced at the paper bag in his hand—Hundred Flower Cake... I just accidentally said that I prefer Hundred Flower Cake, it's all because of Senior Sister Ding, but Xiao Yi kept it in mind...

Under my heart, I don't know what it feels like, I want to be gentle with him a little awkwardly?I took the paper bag of Baihua Cake, Xiao Yi said with a smile: "Be careful along the way, there is still a distance from Emei, about a day or two away. I have something important to do, so I can't send it away, and I hope to hear about the master Forgive me."

important?

Almost instantly, the faint trace of tenderness in my heart dissipated without a trace.

I nodded and smiled: "Thank you, sir, take care too."

After that, I got on my horse, tightened my horse's head, turned around, and galloped out of the city gate with my cloak on.The carrier pigeon in my hand also flapped its wings and flew towards the sky. I leaned over and accelerated the speed. I was extremely anxious, and I just wanted to return to Emei as soon as possible, and then... and then to attend the "important event" that Xiao Yi said.

Whether the important matter is big or small.

The Shaolin Temple held a lion-slaying meeting, and heroes from all over the world gathered together to compete for Xie Xun's head, and of course that dragon-slaying knife that everyone didn't know but I knew.I am not interested in these two things. First of all, I have no grievances against Xie Xun. Secondly, the Dragon Slaying Saber is no longer in his hands, probably somewhere in the ruins of the isolated island.

However, in the Lion Slaying Conference, the Palace of Sanssouci will participate.

In order to calm the hearts of everyone in Emei, Senior Sister Ding announced that I had returned to Emei, and that I was only practicing in closed doors and not going out for the time being.At this time, Shaolin Temple sent another secret letter, saying that they wanted to take this opportunity to strangle all the people in Sanssouci Palace together.As for the fact that the Ming Cult will definitely come to the Lion Slaying Conference to save Xie Xun, Shaolin Temple has already informed the heroes from all walks of life not to fight more, and they only need to agree to fight against Sanssouci Palace in order to do favors.

That is to say, the future that Senior Sister Ding and Master talked about was originally a Lion Slaying Conference designed by Cheng Kun to destroy the heroes of the world, but now because of the existence of the Palace of Sanssouci, Shaolin Temple has to gather the heroes of the world to fight against the Palace of Sanssouci.

So the Lion Slaying Conference was just a cover, Mingjiao didn't need to be too nervous at all.

Just for this reason, it is not clear whether the Mingjiao people know.

I don't have the obligation to tell them, anyway, the result is the same, so what's the point of being nervous?Saying it will only make Xiao Yi more suspicious of me, we are already in a hostile camp.

No matter how the goal is the same, it will not change the result of the future confrontation.

Facing the strong wind, I closed my eyes with some discomfort in my heart, and the eye sockets were sore - Xiao Yi had a great influence on me, there was never a person who was worth my thinking so much for him.Although I have never done anything good for him, my mood is already messed up and I can't control it.

out of control.

I never imagined that I would one day be part of the word.

In the early morning of the next day, when the sky just showed a hint of white, I returned to Emei.

Senior Sister Bei and Senior Sister Ding knew that I had just come back, so they hurriedly let me rest, because in three hours, I would go to the Shaolin Temple venue for the Lion Slaying Conference.After all, I am considered to be the most powerful existence in Emei, Senior Sister Ding... She is not counted, and I will never know her true situation.

I watched Senior Sister Bei busy for me with some amusement, and quickly held her down: "Sister Bei, what are you busy with? I'll take a rest if I sit for a while. How can I be so delicate... I want red bean soup and white fungus Soup's..."

Senior Sister Bei stopped, and smiled embarrassedly: "I finally came back these days, and I have to rush so much, and I don't know if your injury is fully healed, am I worried! Look at your face So pale, it looks like I haven't taken care of myself these days."

I held her hand and smiled: "Do you think I'm alright? Where is the injury?"

She held it back, frowned and said: "You think I don't know? You hurt your head, can you treat me as a fool? You have to take good care of yourself in the future. When you were a little dough, you didn't stop. Although the sky is a genius , but he ran and jumped around restlessly, and he often hurt himself, and his whole body was bruised and purple... I and the other seniors and sisters were so worried that you would leave some scars... I won't be able to find a good one in the future. My husband..."

I saw trembling sounds in her words, so I quickly comforted her: "Isn't there nothing wrong now?"

It made them so worried, I never noticed.In the past, I always felt that I was the most worry-free child for the seniors, because everything was perfect, and the occasional nonsense words and actions should be harmless, but they made them treat me like this. I really... really I don't know what to say to comfort her, so I can only take care of them instead.

At this time, Senior Sister Bei nodded lightly, put the white jade bowl on the table, and wiped the faint tears with her sleeve: "Drink these slowly, I will call all the disciples to go to Shaolin Temple together."

After she turned and left, I drank all the soup in one lift and got up quickly to go to bed to rest.

A few hours later, I woke up to take care of myself, and my disciples knocked on the door and came in, reporting that all the elite Emei disciples were ready to go, waiting for my order to go to Shaolin Temple.

I slowly stroked the iron ring on my finger, and calmly led the Emei disciples down the mountain.

This trip is intended to fight against the Sanssouci Palace.

I have no psychological pressure, because I don't have much contact with Song Qingshu, and I don't remember the friendship between brothers and sisters in the previous life, so naturally I don't have any scruples.On the contrary, he treats me... Forget it, he can kill a killer, and I have nothing to expect him to be merciful to me. As long as the person who confronts him is not me but Zhang Wuji, then everything will be fine.

I believe that Zhang Wuji will be the first to play for Xie Xun.

Wasn't it the same when one person singled out the six major factions back then?I'm really looking forward to whether he can resist Song Qingshu this time, after all, Song Qingshu has caught up with the six major factions by himself.

Song Qingshu should be able to cover his face, and it would be difficult to fight in the first match.Although I know that Song Qingshu doesn't know what low-key is, from the fact that he allowed Su Rin to kill the heads of the three sects, it can be seen that this person has no concept of strength or weakness at all.Perhaps, in his eyes, there are only those who should be killed and those who should not be killed.

I just happen to belong to the Deserving to Kill series, right?

Su Rin should be the first to confront Zhang Wuji. After all, Su Rin's desire for fighting, or his willfulness is much higher than Song Qingshu's.At that time, if he needs me to deal with Su Rin or Song Qingshu together, I will naturally agree.Because Zhang Wuji had to fight far more than just Su Rin and Song Qingshu.

Originally, I didn't want to fight against Song Qingshu, and I was still vaguely looking forward to Song Qingshu's special treatment of Emei, so I made friends with them and took this opportunity to kill a powerful enemy.

In the end, it turned into what it is now. Song Qingshu hated me for leaving him, Su Rin hated me for cheating and framing him, and Emei almost confronted Sanssouci Palace.At this time, if there is no Mingjiao with common interests, if Emei is buried in my hands, Master will be mad at me even if he is not dead now!

My heart was in a mess, and I closed my eyes in annoyance.

Senior Sister Ding walked beside me and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

I told her about my plan to join hands with Mingjiao to fight against Sanssouci Palace, Senior Sister Ding smiled and patted me on the shoulder: "Of course, just remember to throw it away when you use it up, don't miss the old days. There are so many connections, it’s not easy to escape in the future—there is Cheng Kun in Shaolin Temple who is Xie Xun’s master, there is Zhang Cuishan in Wudang who is Zhang Wuji’s father, and among the three sects, Emei is the only one who has not been involved..."

Suddenly her tone became cold, and she said softly: "If Emei follows in the footsteps again, the world will really be dominated by Mingjiao. At that time, it will be easier said than done to encircle and suppress Mingjiao?"

I was startled, and frowned: "Why don't you say that? Among the six sects except Emei, all of them have connections with the Ming Sect, and the Devil Sect that Emei has the most contact with is Sansou Gong—the relationship between you, me, Master, and Song Qingshu, Junior Sister Zhou The relationship with Su Rin cannot be escaped! Why not transfer these relationships to the Ming Cult? No matter how powerful the Sanssouci Palace is, it will be the target of public criticism. The alliance is of no benefit, and now the Demon Cult is dominated by only one party."

...Besides, I secretly don't want to be an enemy of the Ming Cult.

If I meet Xiao Yi in battle at that time, maybe I will soften my heart?No, I might hand him over to Senior Sister Ding.

Senior Sister Ding looked at me incredulously, and smiled slightly, "Why do you suddenly defend Mingjiao so much? I remember that you hate Demon Cult the most, but now I finally know what you're thinking. What, you fell in love with Zhang Wuji?"

I:"……"

what?