When the protagonists and villains become bamboo horses

After listening to Xie Zhiwei's introduction, the corners of Xie Shi's mouth straightened into a line unconsciously.

He fixedly looked at the pass token of the secret realm, with doubts in his eyes, and asked in a muffled voice: "Is Immortal Asking Yuan really that godlike? Can all the things he prophesied come true?"

"Naturally." Xie Zhiwei nodded slightly.

Xie Shi frowned, and asked back: "He said Brother Xiu Ling would bring disaster to the world, but isn't the common people in the world still living well now?"

Xie Shi didn't want others to talk about Yan Yu.In his eyes, even if Yan Yu is a demon, he should not be stigmatized.

"It can be seen that this immortal's prophecy is not completely correct, and there are mistakes and omissions." He added.

The Secret Realm Access Token is carved from a whole piece of white jade, which is warm to the touch and has a faint brilliance flowing on the surface.

Xie Zhiwei held it in his hand, and he felt a sense of peace of mind holding the destiny.

As the son of a family cultivating immortals, Xie Zhiwei was taught since childhood to obey the will of God and undertake the mission of the Son of God, with the goal of killing demons and protecting the world as his life goal.

For destiny, his first reaction was awe.

Hearing Xie Shi's question, Xie Zhiwei pondered God's will, and replied inscrutablely: "Perhaps, it's not that it didn't happen, but that the time hasn't come yet?"

He said it in a mysterious way, but Xie Shi felt that he was like a charlatan, and there was no shortage of doubts in his eyes.

Obviously, the answer of "not yet" did not convince him.

"I don't like this Immortal Asking Fate," Xie Shi said capriciously, "I don't want to go to this secret realm."

Since there is no strong inheritance and treasures in the secret realm of Immortal Wenyuan, it means that it is of little value to go there.Moreover, there is an exchange in the sect, and it is also feasible to sell the secret pass token there.

Thinking of this, Xie Shi stretched out his hand, beckoning Xie Zhiwei to return the token to him.

Xie Zhiwei suddenly felt a headache, his reincarnation must have protected Yan Yu too much, like a hen protecting its cubs.Even if he had conflicts with Yan Yu, he couldn't hear any bad things about Yan Yu.

Xie Zhiwei tried to use words to change his mind about not going to the secret realm, "The secret realm of the Wenyuan Immortal must hide many destiny prophecies, and there are even magical treasures such as the destiny book. It would be a pity if you don't go."

Xie Shi frowned: "I don't care. I practice to become stronger and protect the people I want to protect, not for destiny."

He raised his hand and signaled Xie Zhiwei to return the token again.

Xie Zhiwei was helpless, hid the token behind his back, and continued to reason.This time he used his trump card.

Even if Xie Shi didn't care about the Book of Destiny, he definitely cared about Yan Yu.

Seeing Xie Zhiwei's solemn expression, pursing his thin lips lightly, he said to Xie Shi indifferently: "The Immortal Wenyuan once predicted the future of the demon seed, which is the future of your dear brother Xiuling."

When he said the words "Dear Brother Xiuling", Xie Zhiwei's teeth turned sour for no reason, and his tone was unwilling.

Sure enough, Xie Shi's expression changed, his resentment faded away, and his eyes became serious and sharp, like a sharp knife out of its sheath, looking straight into Xie Zhiwei's eyes.

"And then?" Xie Shi asked.

His change was too obvious, and it showed more and more the weight of the words "Brother Xiu Ling" in his heart.

Xie Zhiwei's face was calm, but he was deeply depressed again.

If he hadn't been sure that Xie Shi was his reincarnation, he would have wondered if Xie Shi was the reincarnation of a little girl who had a crush on Yan Yu in the previous life.

Look at the importance!

"Then, if you can get the Book of Destiny in the secret realm of the Immortal Asking Yuan, you will be able to know Yan Yu's future, help him and protect him better." Every word Xie Zhiwei said was filled with deep helplessness .

Xie Shi heard the words, thought for a moment, and wavered.

Seeing that Xie Shi had changed his mind, Xie Zhiwei threw the token back to him.

The token drew a beautiful parabola in the air, Xie Shi stretched out his slender white hand, and firmly held the flying token with his index and middle fingers.

"I will get the book of destiny, but I don't believe in heaven, and I don't accept fate."

In the cave mansion, a young man with a handsome appearance holds a token in his hand and has a firm gaze.

Xie Zhiwei, who has always believed in destiny: "..."

On the other hand, Yan Yu also received the news that the secret realm of the Immortal Wenyuan is about to open, and intends to go sightseeing.

The major fairy gates control the entrance to the secret realm, and only immortal cultivators who are below the Nascent Soul stage and have obtained the pass token of the secret realm can enter the secret realm.

Yan Yu successfully obtained a suitable fake identity through his undercover in the Baijia of Xianmen, disguised himself and mixed into the Xianxiu group.

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At the entrance of the secret realm, the disciples of the major immortal sects arrived one night in advance, meditating and resting on the spot, waiting for the official opening of the secret realm tomorrow morning.

Since there are not many monks who have the qualifications to enter the secret realm, the open space at the entrance of the secret realm looks very empty. The disciples of the immortal sect wear different clothes and are scattered like stars in the night sky.

Yan Yu's eyes quickly swept across the crowd, and finally fixed on a light blue figure.

It's Xie Zhi.

At this moment, he was meditating with his eyes closed, his face was as white as jade, and his expression was as indifferent as snow. Coupled with the proper attire of an inner disciple of the Lingyun Sect, he really looked like a cold-faced immortal cultivator.

As he got older, Xie Shi's appearance became more and more similar to Xie Zhiwei from his previous life.

But Yan Yu never confuses the two, because whenever Xie Shi looks at him, his eyes are sparkling, looking at him affectionately and intently, only the reflection of his eyes is clearly reflected in those cat-like eyes. He appeared alone.

As for Xie Zhiwei, heh, that guy has a murderous look when he looks at him, so he is very recognizable.

Across the crowd, Yan Yu looked at Xie Shi for a while, then looked away.

He doesn't intend to meet Xie Shi, firstly, he has his own business to do when he enters the secret realm of Wenyuan Immortal, and secondly, he doesn't want to disturb Xie Shi's experience and hinder his growth.

The long journey of comprehension depends mainly on oneself.

Of course, if Xie Shi is in danger, he will definitely help.

"Have you noticed anything?" Xie Zhiwei in the deep sea of ​​consciousness suddenly asked.

Xie Shi opened his eyes and looked around, but found nothing unusual.

"No." He responded.

Xie Zhiwei recalled the feeling of being watched at that moment just now, and reminded: "Someone was watching you just now, you should be more careful after entering the secret realm."

"Understood." Xie Shi closed his eyes again, meditated and adjusted his breath.

The next day, when the sun rose, the secret realm of the Immortal Wenyuan was officially opened.

In the misty and gorgeous clouds, a huge bronze door appeared out of thin air, and countless red and black lines fluttered on the surface of the door.

Xie Zhi glanced at those red and black lines curiously, and then felt that he couldn't move his eyes away. Those red and black lines seemed to be breathtaking, with a terrifying attraction that he couldn't escape.

"Don't look closely, those are fate lines." Xie Zhiwei's voice was like lingling autumn water, calling back Xie Shi's sanity.

After recovering, Xie Zhi couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat, he sighed with emotion in a low voice: "Is this the power of fate?"

Xie Zhiwei thought he was amazed that the destiny cannot be violated.

Unexpectedly, Xie Shi directly said: "True evil door."

Xie Zhiwei: "..."

In the eyes of most immortal cultivators, the destiny is lofty and majestic and cannot be violated, and few people would directly say that fate is evil.

The bronze door wrapped in red and black lines opened little by little, and the scene behind the door became clearer and clearer.

The sky is a vast sea of ​​flames, and the flames rise and fall like waves, as if they could burn the ground below at any time.The trees on the land are sparse, the soil is dark and dry, and the uneven cracks are distributed irregularly, like the carapace of a turtle.

The immortal cultivators who had been waiting for a long time saw the world behind the door, and they all showed fearful and longing eyes.

A secret realm means danger as well as treasure.

I don't know who was the first to turn into a streamer and fly into the bronze gate. Immediately afterwards, the other monks also called out their swords and entered the secret realm with their swords.

Xie Shi and Yan Yu mixed into the crowd and also flew into the door.

As soon as he entered the secret realm, Xie Shi left the crowded place and came to a remote and quiet place, letting Xie Zhiwei show his body and guide the way.

"Do you know Immortal Wenyuan?" Xie Shi asked as he walked.

Xie Zhiwei replied: "When I was ten years old, I came to the residence of Immortal Wenyuan as a child of a family and listened to his preaching."

"Then do you remember what he said?" Xie Shi asked casually.

Xie Zhiwei shook his head: "What he said were all big principles, I don't remember clearly."

The two walked through the dead wood and wasteland, and came to a dilapidated attic. Spiders had woven webs in the corners, and a thick layer of dust had fallen on the window sills.

Xie Shi raised his hand and pushed gently, the decayed wooden door collapsed, splashing a cloud of dust.

"This is the Book Collection Pavilion of Immortal Wenyuan, maybe we can find something." Xie Zhiwei waved away the dust and stepped into the attic. His snow-white robes were not stained with any dust.

There are two floors in Zangshu Pavilion. After a quick discussion, the two decided to take charge of the first floor.

However, when Xie Shi carefully rummaged through the bookshelves on the first floor of Zangshu Pavilion and went up the stairs to the second floor, he saw Xie Zhiwei, dressed in plain white clothes, standing in front of the window with a book in his hand in a daze.

Xie Shi thought he had found something, so he ran over excitedly, looked down, and found that it was a story book.

"..." Xie Shi reminded, "Hello!"

Xie Zhiwei suddenly came back to his senses, put the storybook back on the shelf, and said with an unnatural expression: "Sorry."

"What's wrong with you?" Xie Shi asked with concern.

Xie Zhi lowered his eyelashes slightly to hide the emotions in his eyes, "It's okay, I just remembered some of the past."

Xie Shi saw that Xie Zhiwei didn't want to go into details, so he didn't pursue it, and continued to search for useful things in the bookshelves on the second floor.

There are fewer bookshelves on the second floor than on the first floor, Xie Shi quickly searched through them and found nothing.

He wanted to ask Xie Zhiwei's progress, but when he turned his head, he found that Xie Zhiwei got up at some point, holding the storybook in his hand again, standing in front of the bookshelf in a daze.

Xie Shi walked over in silence.

But this time, Xie Zhiwei finally spoke, "What kind of person do you think Yan Yu is?"

Xie Shi was caught off guard by the question, and he didn't understand why he suddenly asked this question.He thought for a while, and replied in accordance with his heart: "In my eyes, Brother Xiu Ling is strong and sober, optimistic and gentle. The only downside is that he is too stubborn and doesn't easily expose his vulnerable side to others."

Xie Zhiwei was not surprised by this answer, but he insisted on his opinion, "In my eyes, he is cold-blooded and ruthless, an executioner with blood on his hands."

Xie Shi frowned, endured the displeasure in his heart, and asked why.

Xie Zhiwei squeezed the yellowed pages of the book tightly, and distant memories appeared in his mind, he closed his eyes to keep his voice from trembling too much.

"I once had a friend. He was a handyman disciple here. He worked diligently, kept a low profile, and never caused trouble. But he died at the hands of Yan Yu."

The author has something to say:

Sitting in front of the computer all day and all night, holding back [-] words, everyone will just watch ORZ

[For those who are afraid of spoilers, please don’t read what the author has to say below]

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Handyman student = Yan Yu, he killed himself