The Host is Getting Beautiful Every Day

  Chapter 679 Sick disciples don’t blacken (83)

  Just before a stick of incense, lightning and thunder were still on the horizon, and thick cumulonimbus clouds lowered the sky.

  Even the monks who have not personally survived the catastrophe should understand how dangerous Yan Hanzhou’s thunder catastrophe from Jindan to Nasuoying was.

  Yan Hanzhou’s vestments were shattered by the thunder robbery. He was covered in blood, and he held a scarlet sword that was as intense as the setting sun.

  I don't know how many times I was struck by that lightning, I don't know how many times I almost fell from the cloud head, but the boy never fell.

   At the moment when the thunder tribulation showed signs of faintly dissipating, Yan Hanzhou carelessly wiped the blood on his lips with his hand, but the fierce thunder and lightning did not strike Yan Hanzhou's body this time.

  Clearly stepping on the cloud, lightning flashes and thunder, but Yan Hanzhou feels like he has come to another world.

  Here is a vast expanse of whiteness, and only a vague voice, like a man, not a man, or a woman, is asking his heart.

   "Why do you practice the Tao? But do you care about immortality?"

"Yes."

  But this is only part of Yan Hanzhou’s answer.

  In the beginning, Yan Hanzhou was just trying to survive. His parents were forced to confess themselves by the two realms of the righteous demons to thank the world, but when he stepped into the Qingyunzong Liuli Peak when he was seven years old, he couldn't even eat a full meal.

  He cultivated, at first, it was not so much for immortality, but for simply living.

  Some people say that life is easy, life is easy, and life is not easy.

   But at the age of seven, the moment he just understood that there is a cultivator in this world, he has vaguely realized that even living is not easy in itself.

  ……

  The voice that resembles a man, not a man, or a woman, not a woman, seems to be dissatisfied with Yan Hanzhou’s answer is too simple.

   "Then, if you give you unlimited life, would you like to stay here with me, and then I will be too forgotten, and I will live a long life?"

   "No."

  Yan Hanzhou's answer is still simple and neat.

  At first, he cultivated to live only, but later, it was for revenge, so that everyone who trampled him would understand that he was the one who could not be trampled.

  But now, Yan Hanzhou has long been bent over a woman in the dark.

  Even if that person, such as the lonely moon or the snow in the mountains, others can only watch from a distance, he also wants the other person to fall into this boundless world with him, sinking and falling with him.

  ……

   "Why do you want to be the strongest in this world?"

   "In order to get her."

  Yan Hanzhou's words are concise and concise, he never evades his inner answer.

"she?"

  The voice that asked Yan Hanzhou in the dark suddenly changed from an indifferent mechanical to an ethereal and soft female voice.

   "Han Zhou, Master has come to honor your promise to you, you have always been...very good."

   Hearing the female voice, Yan Hanzhou, who had been exhausted by the thunder tribulation, suddenly raised his head, but the picture in front of him did not know when he left the chaotic space.

   has become a place where the fragrance of birds and flowers has never been visited before by Yan Hanzhou.

   And the white-clothed Immortal Venerable was standing under the peach blossom tree, she looked at Yan Hanzhou with a faint smile, and looked at the room at will.

  "Teacher, Master..."

   Yan Hanzhou took a slight breath, and the boy's eyes seemed to be covered with mist.

  Have you fulfilled the promise made to him?

  What promise?

  The woman seemed to understand what he had never expressed. The white-clothed Immortal Venerable smiled, and gave him a shy look.

   "Stupid disciple, didn't Master promise you that when you become the strongest in the Canglan Continent, Master... will Master marry you as his wife?"

  "Before being a teacher was too pedantic...As a teacher now, I have already figured it out clearly. Compared with the rumors and rumors of others, Hanzhou you are the most important. As for other things, there is no such thing as Hanzhou being happy."

  "……"

  This is indeed a scene that Yan Hanzhou has thought about countless times.

  What’s more, the white-clothed Immortal Venerable in front of him at this moment looked at him sheepishly, not only actively beckoning to Yan Hanzhou, but even saying that he was willing to become a priest with him.

  Eternal life, never leave.

  ……

  Peach blossoms fluttered across the sky, falling on the shoulders of the white-clothed Xianzun. The face, like a sculpture of ice and snow, seemed to be softened a lot at this moment.

  It's... so beautiful.

  Beautiful...Even when he was dreaming, he did not dare to imagine that Master would one day accept himself so happily.

  Yan Hanzhou looked at each other faintly.

  In this boundless silence, he heard his own voice.

  "Master, then, shall we not return to Liuli Peak?"

  "Not going back. Hanzhou, don't you want to stay with Master in this paradise?"

"Here, there are no righteous and evil factions, there is no opposition between the human race and the demons, there is no Qingyunzong, no Liuli Peak, and no Haoran and Linger to bother us. From then on, Master’s side, only you are left. NS."

   Seeing that Yan Hanzhou didn't answer, the white-clothed Immortal Venerable stretched out his hand towards Yan Hanzhou with some doubts, and the woman's bright and white palms swayed towards Yan Hanzhou, motioning Yan Hanzhou to hold her hand.

   "Hanzhou, isn't this what you have always wanted?"

  "……"

  The young man lowered his eyelashes and smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly.

   "Yes, this is indeed what the disciple has always longed for."

  Even, longing for a madman.

  At the beginning, what he wanted was that if Master could have him in the eyes.

  Later, he wanted Master to always see him in his eyes.

  Now, he no longer hopes that there are others in Master’s world.

  ……

   Whether he is paranoid or mad, he is such a selfish villain.

  Even if the master is tied, he doesn't want the other person to leave him.

  Seeing that Yan Hanzhou never came to hold her hand, the white-clothed Xianzun walked from under the peach blossom tree to the boy in confusion, she saw Yan Hanzhou's lonely eyes, and asked in surprise.

   "But Han Zhou, why are you unhappy now?"

  Obviously what he wants, he has fulfilled him.

   "No, the disciple is very happy."

  Yan Hanzhou solemnly raised his head. He looked at the beautiful smile in front of him, and suddenly took a deep breath, and slashed at the beauty's white face with a sharp sword!

   "Ah, Hanzhou, you--"

   Yan Hanzhou looked cold.

   "Everything that works, such as dream bubbles, three thousand illusions, I will break them with a single sword."

  ……

  Finally, everything dissipated.

  Yan Hanzhou once again saw the sky overlaid with cumulonimbus on the horizon.

  And the dark clouds gradually dispersed, countless thunder light smashed Yan Hanzhou's body, the young man’s heart was fearless, the scarlet ancient sword was bright, I don’t know how long it took, and the colorful rays of light gradually returned to the world!

  And countless auspicious birds fly over, just like congratulating.

  It is ridiculous that the light of all this does not illuminate the shadow in the eyes of the young man.

  ……

  Almost at the moment when Yan Hanzhou succeeded in crossing the Tribulation, he quickly released the spiritual consciousness of the Yuanying monk and began to look for Su Qinghuan.

   When seeing the white-clothed Immortal Venerable being held hostage by Jun Jiuyou, the expression in the young man's eyes instantly changed!

  "Master——"

  (End of this chapter)