Heavenly practice

Medicine house.

Long Xiang sat cross-legged on a big rock with his upper body naked, with hundreds of slender silver needles pierced into his back. Shang Yin coiled his long hair and looked at him intently.

After a while, she stood up and pulled out the needle, "Okay."

Long Xiang slowly opened his eyes, and when the silver needles on his body were pulled out, he got up and thanked Shang Yin, "Thank you, uncle."

"I also took advantage of your Nirvana fire to linger on, and each took what he needed."

"Uncle Master..."

Long Xiang pondered for a moment and raised his head, "This matter—"

"You don't need to tell your master about this."

Shang Yin interrupted him calmly, and after finishing the silver needles, said, "You and Shen Zhuo won't stay for long, so don't get involved in these things anymore."

"Uncle Master, I am Zhentian—"

"You are Xiao Wuya's disciple, everywhere in the world, it doesn't matter if you remember Tiantianmen or not."

Long Xiang was taken aback, this was the first time Shang Yin said such words to him, "Master, do you know something?"

Shang Yin's hands paused, and after a moment of silence, he said, "If Zhentianmen can't stay, you can leave, or you can defect, after all, survival is the most important thing, your master will never blame you, as long as you are worthy of your master. "

Listening to Xiao Wuya's every sentence in her words, Long Xiang couldn't help asking, "Since Shishu cares about Master, why does he repeatedly reject Master's affection?"

"affection?"

Shang Yin suddenly smiled, "How old are you, do you know what affection is?"

"I...Of course I understand." Long Xiang replied with some embarrassment.

"Such as you to Shen Zhuo?" Shang Yin looked at him with a teasing smile.

Long Xiang blushed, opened his mouth to deny it, but didn't say it, "...um."

"But Shen Zhuo doesn't love you."

"..."

Long Xiang's expression froze, "I know."

"He doesn't love you now, and he won't love you in the future. Even if one day he accepts you because of something, it won't be because of love."

Shang Yin let out a laugh, and a trace of sadness appeared on that light and beautiful face, and Long Xiang instantly figured out something.

"Master he..."

"He doesn't love me, even if he is willing to die for me, it's just because of a debt."

Shang Yin shook his head and smiled helplessly, "He, just like before, thinks that if he owes a woman he wants to marry her, regardless of whether others want it or not."

"Then... Uncle, do you want to?"

"..."

Shang Yin's eyes trembled slightly, "Think about it, why don't you think about it, but...there is someone who loves him more than me, so why should I be that villain? hate me?"

Long Xiang was puzzled at first, and then suddenly thought of something, "The person my uncle said..."

"Ah."

Shang Yin responded, with a calm expression, "That man has been like a day for a hundred years, and he never said anything, even if Wu Ya showed me all kinds of courtesies, he never revealed anything. I can't hate him."

Long Xiang was silent for a long time, "It's useless to hate, love in this world is something you can't help yourself."

There was a trace of surprise in Shang Yin's eyes, "How old are you, to have such a sigh?"

Long Xiang smiled helplessly and fastened his belt.

Shang Yin suddenly guessed something, his eyes lit up, "Is there someone Shen Zhuo likes?"

Long Xiang paused, his eyes lowered slightly, "...um."

"how is this possible!"

Shang Yin's performance was a little exaggerated, "There are people like him?"

Long Xiang couldn't help laughing, "Why not?"

"He never sees the people around him, like a complete passer-by, ready to leave at any time." Shang Yin said.

Long Xiang couldn't refute it, he knew that Shen Zhuo was indeed like this, but it was also because of this that he felt that Shen Zhuo treated him differently, thinking that it was affection to accompany him all the way, but in fact it was just his own misunderstanding, he Long Xiang It's just the more important one among a group of passers-by.

"I'll keep him."

Shang Yin became interested, "Who is that person he likes? Do I know him?"

"I don't know, and I don't know either."

"……what?"

Long Xiang smiled helplessly, "I don't even know who my rival is, isn't it too pitiful?"

Shang Yin looked at him like this and chuckled, "It's not pitiful, Shen Zhuo will see you sooner or later."

"But it's not because of love." Long Xiang said.

Shang Yin smiled slightly, and was about to say a few words of comfort when he suddenly heard a loud muffled sound from the sky outside, as if he had hit something.

Both of them were startled, and Shang Yin's face changed drastically in the next moment.

"Mountain Protection Array!"

Long Xiang was also shocked when he heard the words, and immediately ran out following Shang Yin.

When stepping into the Zijin Pavilion, Shen Zhuo also vaguely heard a muffled sound coming from the sky above Qinyang Mountain, and knew in his heart that it was probably Baili Youxin who made the move, so he immediately quickened his pace and entered the Zijin Pavilion.

There was no one in the room, and the white stone floor, which could be seen as shining, was densely packed with white silk threads in Shen Zhuo's eyes, enveloping the entire room like a spider web.

And the innermost layer is a spirit gathering formation, in which is Yi Qianhui lying on a jade bed.

However, with a distance of dozens of steps, the majestic Nascent Soul can't easily pass through this barrier, but Shen Zhuo doesn't need to pass through.

He wasn't here to kill, or rather, not now.

Shen Zhuo knelt down on one knee, put his right hand on the ground, his long hair scattered on the ground, countless invisible silver streaks stretched forward from the ground under his palm, and gradually invaded the innermost layer of the spirit gathering array. It changed the flow of spiritual energy in that gathering spirit formation.

He slowly raised the corners of his mouth, but before he could smile, the pure fox in his arms suddenly felt restless.

"squeak!"

Shen Zhuo's scalp went numb, and he rolled to the side at the fastest speed.

"boom--"

A sword qi struck down at his position just now, and a gully appeared on the hard white stone ground instantly.

The owner of the sword stepped into the house, stopped in front of Shen Zhuo, and pointed the sword at him.

Shen Zhuo sat on the ground and looked up, his eyes fixed, "Ying Tianbai."

The indifferent young man had a fierce and fierce aura at the moment, a bit more murderous than his usual aloofness.

"Oh it's you."

These words came from Ying Tianbai's mouth, and the other party looked down at him, "It really is the head of your assassination."

Shen Zhuo looked calm on the surface, but his heart was already broken.

WTF? !

He hasn't determined whether this guy is just pretending to be cold, so he suddenly shows him like this? !

Shen Zhuo glanced at the shattered ground, then contacted the scene he saw just now, and suddenly figured out something, "Are you and Yin Zihong in the same group?"

Ying Tianbai did not answer him, but took a step forward, moved the sword an inch forward, and touched Shen Zhuo's neck with a few words.

"squeak!"

Chunhu suddenly jumped out of his arms and stood in front of the sword, glaring at the cold and murderous young man in front of him.

There was a trace of impatience between Ying Tianbai's brows, and an ominous premonition in Shen Zhuo's heart.

Sure enough, there was a flash of white light on the opponent's sword, and the sword energy pierced Chunhu's small body, and Shen Zhuo quickly stretched out his hand to block Chunhu.

"Om-"

The formation that appeared out of thin air was only the size of a palm, suspended in the air, blocking the path of the sword energy, Shen Zhuo put his other hand on his mouth and bit it open, a drop of blood was thrown into the formation, and the formation suddenly shone brightly , the palm-sized formation instantly occupied half of the house.

A piece of skin on his face turned into powder out of thin air, and blood flowed down. The boy's eyes were wide open, full of horror.

Shen Zhuo subconsciously turned his head away, feeling uncomfortable in his stomach, and screamed in his ear, Shen Zhuo raised his hand and withdrew the formation, and fled with Chunhu.

The moment he stepped out of the threshold, his eyes went dark, Shen Zhuo knew something was wrong, and formed a seal with his hands that he had practiced countless times, but Chunhu in his arms screamed and interrupted his last rune.

Shen Zhuo felt like lying in his heart for a while, and suddenly stepped on the ground the next moment, and the Zijinxuan gate in front of him turned into a cloud of water vapor.

He was overjoyed, but then he fell into a slightly cool embrace. There was a flexible touch under his buttocks. The place where his hands touched was firm and flexible human skin. Because it was wet with water, it felt a little slippery. Well, he couldn't help pinching his fingers.

There was no sound above his head, Shen Zhuo raised his head silently, and met an extremely familiar face, those eyes as deep as the sea of ​​stars were looking at him without any waves.

And he himself...

He is riding on someone else.