Something is wrong with Jian Zun

After leaving Yan and returning to the mountain, Gu Junyi felt guilty about Fuyue Sect and chose to leave the sect.

By the way, I owed a huge debt of [-] spirit stones, which has not yet been repaid.

After he healed his wounds, he went to Xizhou again. At that time, the dust of righteousness and demons had settled, Moxiu was honestly beaten back to Xizhou, and Huajianmen also retreated from the world with Que Xinluo, and he was never found again.

He never saw Lu Tingxue again.

Gu Junyi didn't know why he was looking for Lu Tingxue.

Can't swallow this breath?Want to seek revenge from Lu Tingxue?

That's it.

When I find Lu Tingxue, I will kill him.

He thought so and searched for more than 70 years.

But now it is clear from Que Xinluo that Lu Tingxue died 70 years ago.

Betrayed three times, crossed the Linghe River alone and came to Yanxia, ​​why did Que Xinluo say to protect him, abolish his cultivation for him, and get a slap for him?

Lu Tingxue never made it clear.

Even during the half year when Yanhui went back to the mountain, Lu Tingxue unloaded the burden on her shoulders, still seemed to be shrouded in misty and cold mist, like the Linghe River where the mist persisted all year round, Gu Junyi was like looking at flowers in the fog, separated by a layer .

Only when we first met, the startling glimpse of the immortal-like young master of the demon gate playing the flute on the almond blossom tree was deeply rooted in my heart.

After all, it is the magic sound that confuses the heart.

Gu Junyi let out a deep breath, grasped the Yixia sword, and pressed it tightly to his heart.

do you died.

Since Que Xinluo didn't catch him into the soul-refining streamer, even if he searched for another hundred years, he would also capture Lu Tingxue's remnant soul wandering between heaven and earth, and ask him clearly.

Chu Zhaoliu was worried about Gu Junyi, but Gu Junyi didn't want to mention the past, and he couldn't open Gu Junyi's mouth to let him talk, sat down absent-mindedly, and tugged at Xie Ming's sleeve: "Brother Xie, son how's it going?"

Xie Ming withdrew his long-distance gaze, looked at him, sat down too, and took out Jiujiu who was sleeping in his arms.

The little fat bird, which had swelled two small circles since birth, shrunk back and became half the size of a palm. It slept in a deep sleep, oblivious to the age.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at it, rolled his eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

Seeing him laughing, Xie Ming slowly put the little guy back into his arms, and pondered for a while: "I remembered something."

"oh oh?"

"Que Xinluo has lived for more than [-] years and has only accepted three disciples."

Chu Zhaoliu chewed on this sentence, and realized something was wrong: "I don't seem to have seen the other two disciples of this old monster come out to make trouble."

"That's what I want to say," Xie Ming lowered his voice, deep and cold, "None of Que Xinluo's disciples died well."

If the first two "Young Clan Masters" were alive, they shouldn't remain anonymous.

Chu Zhaoliu's heart was suddenly struck by thunder: "You mean, Que Xinluo recruited disciples, it is very likely that..."

Xie Ming's expression was still indifferent, even though he guessed some shocking truths, he was not moved, and nodded slowly: "It's not impossible for the magic arts to be weird."

The lifespan of most monks is only two to three thousand years old. Even if they don’t die by then, they should be at their peak and decline. However, Que Xinluo has always maintained a peak level. It was not until 70 years ago that his lifespan was coming to an end, so he had to choose Retreat.

Take home and rebirth.

These words popped out of Chu Zhaoliu's mind suddenly.

With Que Xinluo's experience of living for thousands of years, it is not difficult to learn this evil method, and it is not difficult to find a person with a suitable horoscope and excellent aptitude every two thousand years.

As long as that person is allowed to practice the same source of exercises as himself, when the time is right, he will be born again.

The first two unknown disciples had obviously been successfully occupied by Que Xinluo.

And Lu Tingxue is the third person chosen by Que Xinluo.

But this third person actually had an inexplicable relationship with Gu Junyi, and perhaps did something out of the ordinary for him...

So after Lu Tingxue's death, Que Xinluo's plan was terminated, and he had to take the risk of retreating.

Otherwise, why would he hate Gu Junyi gnashing his teeth?

Chu Zhaoliu suddenly realized.

Although it was just a guess, he felt that this guess should be close to ten.

His sister-in-law, whom she only heard about but never met... I have to say, she was really unlucky to the extreme.

Being picked by Que Xinluo, his aptitude is probably not inferior to that of Chu Wen and Gu Junyi. If he had not been taken away by Que Xinluo, he would have achieved something, and perhaps he would have had a better start with Gu Junyi with the ending.

Gu Junyi held the sword with his eyes closed, breathing evenly and steadily, and his hearing was excellent. Chu Zhaoliu thought he was meditating and resting, and he didn't specifically use the sound transmission to talk to Xie Ming. There was a stormy sea.

But he didn't show any expression, he gently stroked the slight heat coming from the blade, and muttered to himself: "Yixia, are you comforting me?"

Yixia sword spirit is not strong, can't take shape, can only convey some emotions occasionally, or worry, or comfort, wandering with him, walking for many years.

Gu Junyi's mood improved for no reason, wiped his face, sat up, casually straightened his loose long hair, took out a clean handkerchief, wiped the sword body carefully, and then put away the sword , waved to Chu Zhaoliu who was sitting on the giant's shoulders.

Chu Zhaoliu stared into the distance with his chin propped up, but he turned his head immediately as if he had extra eyes.

Seeing Chu Zhaoliu, Gu Junyi's heart was settled again.

No matter what, the top priority at the moment is to let the junior brother leave the secret realm unscathed and return to Fuyue Mountain.

They will not let Que Xinluo go, and Que Xinluo will not let them go.

It's just that with Que Xinluo's temperament, after the fight just now, he shouldn't be so arrogant that he thinks he can deal with him and Xie Ming at the same time.

What will he do?

Chu Zhaoliu walked down from the giant's arm with his hands behind his back.

Every step of the giant was huge, appearing to be bumpy, but his steps were very calm, his body was as light as the wind, he landed in front of Gu Junyi, and looked at his expression: "Should I hug you now?"

Gu Junyi glanced at Xie Ming who was standing on the giant's shoulders, lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "That's not enough, some people will be jealous."

Chu Zhaoliu was expressionless: "As expected, you are still thinking about the red line. When I get out, I will invite you to watch a few plays that the common people love to see."

Gu Junyi laughed: "Is there any wine left, Junior Brother?"

Chu Zhaoliu took out a jade bottle from the ring and handed it to him.

Gu Junyi didn't doubt that there was him, so he took it and pulled out the stopper, poured it into his mouth, half of the bottle went into his throat, and almost squirted out: "Pfft! What is this!"

"Medicine for internal injuries," Chu Zhaoliu fanned his fan, and said in a cool tone, "Do you still want to drink? When Que Xinluo dies, you can drink as much as you want. Now, please use medicine instead of wine, feel wronged .”

Gu Junyi had a bitter face, and under his staring gaze, he swallowed the extremely painful medicine, and his murderous intentions became even heavier.

Chu Zhaoliu thought for a while, knowing that he probably didn't want to be mentioned about Lu Tingxue, so he picked up a topic casually: "That little girl surnamed Chen is actually a saint of the Demon Sect, and she became friends with the successor of Yuqing Palace by accident. Friends, the fate is really wonderful, and I don't know where they went."

Who knows that unintentional words can also hit the mark.

Gu Junyi paused, and then recalled Lu Tingxue's sentence "Who told you to be a righteous person, I am an evil heretic", his smile faded a little: "One is the magic door, the other is the righteous way, this fate will last forever No, maybe they have turned against each other."

Chu Zhaoliu didn't expect that he would be able to touch the thunder with just a word, but once he said it, he couldn't leave it alone. After thinking about it for a while, he shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily the case. Brother, I think, as long as you are sincere, no matter it is evil It is right, and it can always go well.”

After Gu Junyi took the last sip, his stomach felt cool, he turned the jade bottle upside down and showed it, then threw it away, and dragged out the tone lazily: "There must be sincerity."

Whether it's Yuheng or Quexinluo, it's just one side of the story.

The former wanted to arouse his memories of Lu Tingxue and spare his life, while the latter just wanted to spoil his mood and plant the seeds of inner demons.

Lu Tingxue's thoughts were so heavy, no one else knew what he was thinking except himself.

Half a day later, the giant walked out of the dense forest with the three of them.

The distance opened up, and gradually came into view, there were rows of dark buildings, dusty and weathered in time, and only a trace of the grandeur of the past could be vaguely seen.

Chu Zhaoliu sat on the shoulders of a giant and ate melon seeds for a long time. Looking up, he saw a grand shrine surrounded by decaying buildings like a moon surrounded by stars.

Gu Junyi was meditating all the way to heal his wounds, saw the giant stop, got up and talked to him, nodded, turned his head and said: "Well, listen to him, he and his companions are responsible for guarding the giant. The guards of the shrine are here."

Looking at it like this, Que Xinluo may have wanted to catch the giant to lead the way before, but they messed up the situation, and he hasn't found it yet.

As soon as Que Xinluo came back, he couldn't care about the things in the ruins when he was fighting. Gu Junyi lifted the hem of his clothes and jumped off the giant's palm gracefully.

Chu Zhaoliu and Xie Ming also landed beside him, and walked cautiously into the dilapidated shrine.

The giant stood outside the shrine, guarding silently, without following in.

The lonely wind came through the hall, and there were only three people's footsteps in the empty shrine. Chu Zhaoliu looked left and right, and there were some huge stone walls beside the two roads, most of which were incomplete, and the writing on them had long been rusted and blurred .

Near the entrance, there are only a few words left on a wall.

Seeing that Chu Zhaoliu was a little curious, Xie Ming said, "This is the wall of questioning."

Ten thousand years ago, the chief priest of the shrine would record the deeds of some immortal gods who made mistakes on the wall of questioning to warn future generations.

Gu Junyi flicked his fingers, flicked the dust off the stone wall, carefully looked at the words on it, thoughtfully: "This is in the form of folklore, about a cultivator who lived ten thousand years ago. He I was born in poverty, my aptitude was not good, and my life was full of ups and downs, but I pursued the Dao wholeheartedly, practiced extremely diligently, and finally managed to ascend to the top after many years."

Chu Zhaoliu wondered: "Isn't this a very inspiring and good story, why is it still engraved on the wall of questioning?"

"This is just the beginning," Gu Junyi pointed down with his hand, "He has mediocre aptitude, and it is already a miracle that he can ascend to the sky. No matter how hard he worked, he couldn't catch up with them. Gradually, he became unbalanced, became jealous, fell into a demon, made a big mistake, and finally was abolished from the cultivation base and kicked out of the fairyland. Therefore, his name is not used in the whole article, only Call him 'Fallen'."

Chu Zhaoliu: "..."

This story is full of twists and turns. The first half is very inspirational, but the second half is not right.

He shook his fan, quite disapproving: "This is either distorting the facts, or making them up. A person with mediocre aptitude who can rise to the top must have a heart that has been tempered through hard work and hard work. How could he fall into the devil for such a thing?" .”

Gu Junyi giggled and said: "Our junior brother is a genius, how can we understand the suffering of us stupid people."

"Brother, it's better not to let your words out," Chu Zhaoliu said sincerely, "otherwise, how many people will raise their swords at you."

Gu Junyi even dared to claim that his aptitude is dull, and the other monks still have to live.

After passing the questioning wall and entering the hall, Gu Junyi waved his hand: "Hurry up, search separately, someone may come at any time, even though we haven't found anything yet, the person who comes here must think that we Hide and hide."

Chu Zhaoliu nodded in agreement, and habitually moved to Xie Ming's side, his expression froze before he realized something was wrong, and hurriedly moved to Gu Junyi's side in small steps to make amends in time: "Senior brother, let me go with you! "

As soon as the words fell, Xie Ming caught him back with his collar in hand, and said with a final word: "I'll be with him, be careful yourself."

Gu Junyi glanced at Xie Ming, whose brows were slightly wrinkled, and then at Chu Zhaoliu, who was full of tangled faces. He snorted and sighed in his heart, "Wow, the man is not good enough to stay." He turned around holding the sword, lazily He waved his hand: "Go with him—the surname is Xie, take good care of my little brother."

The author has something to say:

Gu Junyi: Quit the group chat, and don't want to be a light bulb anymore.