Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!

Then it exploded, and a sword just pierced into the throat of the evil one, "Because you are about to become a dead man."

The evil lord's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, he opened his mouth, and only made a 'woo woo' sound, the light in his eyes became weaker and weaker.

The evil venerable fell to the ground, not even taking his last breath.The man in black withdrew his long sword and looked at the person in the corner.

One person was lying on the ground, with blood pouring out from the wound, the young man knelt beside the person, covering it with his hands, his face was full of panic.

Looking at the boy's appearance, he suddenly felt a little familiar.

Zhuan Xiao stretched out his hand to probe the man's breath, but was suddenly thrown away by the boy.

"He will die faster when you look like this." Zhuan Xiao said expressionlessly.

These words caught my ears, Zi Qing regained consciousness and withdrew her hand, said with a sneer, "I have nothing to do with his life or death."

Ziqing tried not to look at the person lying on the ground, but looked at the black-clothed man in front of him, the saint Zhuan Xiao, seeing each other now seemed like a world away.

Many years ago, when Ziqing was young, she was often misunderstood when she saw the Holy Venerable, but now that she thinks about it, she is somewhat naive.

"Xianxiu?"

Ziqing ignored him, but stood up, picked up the dagger on the ground, and walked in front of the evil venerable, the dagger pierced straight into the evil venerable's chest.

Even if this person is not the murderer who killed Master, Master's death cannot be separated from him.He Ziqing is incompetent, unable to kill enemies with his own hands.Ziqing drew out the dagger and collected the heart and soul of the Evil Venerable, so he could only pay homage to Master with it.

Zhuan Xiao looked at what the young man did with great interest: "A deep hatred?"

Zi Qing nodded: "Thank you for saving my life, and I will bid farewell."

After Ziqing finished speaking, he dragged Diqi on the ground and walked out. When he opened the door, the scene behind him suddenly disappeared.

Zhuan Xiao looked at the boy who was fading away, and suddenly thought of the boy who liked to pester him many years ago, and he didn't know the true identity of the boy until a few months ago.

Zhuan Xiao watched for a long time, until the figure of the boy disappeared, then turned and left.

The evil venerable is dead, but there is more than one traitor from the devil world.

After walking for some time, Ziqing saw a person standing in front of him, raised his head and showed a surprise smile on his face: "Senior brother!"

Although the quenching Yin dagger is powerful, Diqi's life is a little harder.

It was already ten days after returning to the valley, Shen Yigui took the fainted Diqi directly to Ziguan Mansion of Immortal Venerable.

"The soul of life is still in the body, so it will not die, but it will take a long time to recover."

When Shen Yigui was talking about Diqi's situation, Ziqing's hand that was clinging to the paintbrush paused, leaving a bit of thick ink behind.Ziqing stared at the ink dot, as if she didn't hear Shen Yigui's words, then lightly opened the thick ink and drew it into a branch.

"The black energy in the Chaos Valley has disappeared, but there are still many ghost cultivators remaining in the human world to cause disaster. Immortal Venerable has sent a real person to eliminate demons. In a few days, the human world will return to its former appearance." Shen Yigui continued.

"Brother, let me draw a picture for you." Zi Qing smiled.

Shen Yigui was overwhelmed by the flattery, put on his posture, and looked at Ziqing without moving.

Seeing Shen Yigui sitting cross-legged with no expression on his face, Ziqing chuckled softly: "Brother, do you want to practice while painting?"

"Brother, smile."

"Smile more reservedly."

Ziqing is indeed talented in painting. The young man in the painting is sitting on a stone bench, with a few strands of black hair falling in front of him, holding a long sword, with a handsome face and a romantic air.

Ziqing handed the painting to Shen Yigui, and said earnestly: "Brother, Ah Qing will always remember your kindness of taking care of me for more than ten years."

Shen Yigui took the painting, but he was also a little happy. Hearing Ziqing's words, he suddenly felt a little awkward: "There is no such thing as kindness between you and me. It is the right thing for a senior to take care of a junior."

Ziqing didn't argue, just looked at Shen Yigui with a smile, Shen Yigui was embarrassed by him, turned and went into the room.

Ziqing stared at the half-open door, and said silently, "Brother, take care."

After such a long time, it was time for him to go back and see his master.

Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!The third incident caused by Emperor Lu Zhang

Dark clouds lingered in the sky, and the stone-paved path could only be seen clearly, and further away, it was completely black.

Most of the people on the road are in a daze, walking with expressionless faces, and there is only one thought in their minds, which is to go down, and to reach the end is to return, which is to reincarnate.

The sky suddenly began to drizzle, and the light flickered in the distance. People on the road quickened their pace and flocked towards the light.

There is only one person, and his feet are still leisurely.

This person is also expressionless, but his face seems to be covered with a layer of air-conditioning, his facial features look blurred, and he can't see clearly.

Suddenly someone stood in front of the man.

"This is not where you should come." The old man in black said calmly.

The man slowly raised his head and glanced at the old man in black: "Who are you?"

The old man in black just shook his head: "Follow me back."

The man hesitated for a moment: "Why do you want to go back?"

"This is the road to the Underworld, only the dead rush forward. Diqi, since you are not dead, why do you have to compete with the dead?"

This shout gradually split the chaos in his mind, Di Qi turned around and followed the man.

When I came here, I didn't know what to do, and I didn't realize how far I had gone, but the way back this time was extremely long.

The dense fog that could not be melted away gradually faded away, and finally saw the green trees on the side of the road.

The chaos has been opened, but the thoughts are still chaotic, I am Di Qi, who is Di Qi?Why are you here?Where did it come from?Where will you go now that you have come out?

With many questions, Di Qi looked at the old man in black in front of him.

"You don't know me?" the old man asked.

Di Qi took a closer look, and found that this appearance was completely unfamiliar, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

Walking through Huangquan Road, the three souls and six souls were sealed one after another, but they only walked by their minds. After crossing the Naihe Bridge and drinking Mengpo soup, it was a new beginning.Di Qi is different from ordinary people, the Three Souls are still there, but they are also much slower.

"I have been infested by the mist for thousands of years on this road to the underworld, and my appearance has long since changed. Your six souls have been sealed, and your mind and eyesight have also weakened. It's okay if you don't know."

After finishing speaking, the old man in black took out a porcelain bottle from his body, which contained water, but this water was not ordinary water, it was taken from the Qinghe River beside the Styx River, which can make the soul clear.

The old man in black poured some water here and there, and lightly sprinkled it on Di Qi's face.

Diqi's dark eyes suddenly became more clear, and he glanced at the black-clothed old man in front of him, and said softly: "I don't want to meet Master today."

"I am dead, and I am a dead person. The living and the dead shouldn't meet each other. But today you entered the Yellow Spring Road, plus a karma from the past, and you just happened to meet each other." The old man in black shook his hand lightly. With a wave, there is an extra pavilion behind him, "Go in and sit down."

The small pavilion by the lake, the tea is the best tea, if it is not placed on the side of Huangquan Road, it may have a little more artistic conception.

The old man in black wanted to pour tea, but was stopped by Di Qi: "Master, let me come."

A faint smile appeared on the face of the old man in black: "Although you are cold-tempered, you are not cold-hearted."

Di Qi put the poured tea in front of the old man, his eyes fell on the misty lake, and he didn't say a word.

The old man in black took a sip of his tea, then put down his teacup, and said, "I have lived for thousands of years, Di Qi, you are my best disciple, and when I die, you are my only bond in this world. "

Di Qi's expressionless face was a little moved, and he looked back at the old man.

"You have a predestined relationship to immortality, but there is a catastrophe, the catastrophe of love. This catastrophe can cut off your path to immortality, so I will keep your wisps of love in Ziguan Mansion. Ruthless can turn the catastrophe, Then I got through the immortal way. It's just a pity, I thought very well, but this opportunity can't be broken. That ray of love will eventually return to you." The old man in black sighed.

"Thank you, master, but... have you ever thought that since there is no heart, the matter of becoming a fairy is not so important." Di Qi said.

The old man in black was stunned for a moment, then slowly shook his head: "I'm so confused, your marriage was originally built in the previous life, and it was a good story, but it was because of my troubles."

"No, karma is predestined. Although I was moved by love, it's just that the celestial veins are more important than love. This is the disciple's choice, and I have today's fruit." Diqi said, but his expression was a little bitter, "Besides, there are still many years in this life. There are many variables, why judge the ending now?"

The old man was pleasantly surprised, and there was a smile on his face: "Sure enough, you are old and confused. You are born with a soul, and this road to Huangquan is too ghostly, so go back quickly."

With a wave of the old man's hand, Di Qi's eyes darkened.

In the main hall of Chengtian Pavilion, smoke was lingering in the incense burner, and the whole bedroom exuded a peaceful fragrance.

There was a person lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his black hair messed up, and a few strands fell on his face.

Next to the bed was a little boy lying on his stomach, soundly asleep.

The person on the bed suddenly moved, the little boy woke up suddenly, rolled on the ground before getting up, his eyes widened: "Master, are you awake?"

Di Qi opened his eyes and looked at Su Tang expressionlessly.

The memory in his mind gradually became clear. He should have been injured by the Yin-quenching dagger of the master of Xuyu Town in Xuyu Town, and everything after that was blank.

Di Qi looked around.

"Chengtian Pavilion?"

Su Tang nodded repeatedly.

"Who sent me back?"

Su Tang rolled his eyes: "It's Elder Miaoyin's disciple."

Di Qi's pale face suddenly felt worried, Su Tang shrank his head, not knowing what he said wrong.

"How long have I been lying down?"

"More than one month." Su Tang said.

"Has anyone been here?"

"The Immortal has come."

"……What about the rest?"

Su Tang shook his head.

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