The villain forces me to commit suicide every day

Zhengyue returned to Zhengjian Pavilion and met three disciples head-on. They were stunned and hesitant with their bags on their backs.

Zhengyue saw that they had changed into normal clothes, without saying anything, he waved his hand and let them go.

Then he continued walking towards the dilapidated door in a dejected manner.

Suddenly the disciple behind him couldn't bear it any longer. He called out to Zhengyue and said, "Senior brother, I can't hold on any longer... I'm sorry, we, let's go."

"Zhengjian Pavilion has been unable to hold on for a long time. Now that the leader is dead and Ji Yan has disappeared, you are the only one left as the backbone. These days, the brothers are leaving and leaving behind, but even the basic food problems have been solved. No…”

"Why don't you leave?"

"If you want to get out, get out!" Zhengyue cursed and returned to the door faster without looking back.

The three of them were all shocked. They never thought that Zhengyue, who usually sticks to the rules, would actually say dirty words.

Full of guilt, they left the sect where they had stayed for several years.

Zhengyue came to the courtyard. There were ruins everywhere, covered with moss under the wind and rain, and there were wet fallen leaves on the ground that no one had cleaned.

The few disciples I met occasionally had several patches on their clothes and could barely wear them.

The one Zhengyue was wearing was from decades ago. He had long sold the new disciple uniform in exchange for a small amount of money.

As the disciples gathered here and there.

Go and lay the coffin for the old leader.

Many senior disciples have already practiced fasting, but some disciples have not yet, and even eating is a problem.

How many days can such a dilapidated, poor, and unprestigious sect survive?

Some disciples make up their minds and can walk away gracefully, but some cannot. They have already regarded this place as their home. If they leave this home, they will have nowhere to go.

Hold on, hold on...

Zhengyue looked up to the sky and let out a long sigh, pulled out the giant sword behind him, and waved it wildly in the yard, as if he was venting his anger. But every time he was about to cut through a tree or the floor, he always stopped with restraint.

There is no money to repair it.

At this time, a disciple came over hesitantly, holding an account book in his hand, and said weakly: "Brother Zhengyue, we don't have any money to exchange for black iron... We can't make a new sword, how can we fight against the demons..."

Zhengyue paused. He was silent for a long time and raised the old sword that had been with him for many years. It was repaired in many places, but the material was precious.

In the past, no matter what Zhengyue did, he would save money to refine this sword.

"Take it and exchange it."

The disciple was shocked when he heard this and waved his hands quickly: "No, no, how can you do it without a sword user..."

Zhengyue said resolutely: "I have a high level of cultivation. What sword can't I use? Take it!"

The two were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally Zhengyue put the sword directly in the disciple's arms.

The disciple's eyes turned red instantly and he murmured: "Thank you, senior brother..."

Suddenly, a disciple hurriedly ran up from a distance, and he shouted: "Senior Brother!! A storage bag just flew over! It's full of spiritual stones and top-quality magic weapons!! Yes...ahem yes,"

"It was given to me by Mr. Qin!"

Zhengyue thought he heard wrongly. He quickly stepped forward and took the storage bag. There were tens of millions of spiritual stones in it...

Enough to buy hundreds of Zhengjian Pavilions!

A talisman flew out of the storage bag, burned, and a message came out.

"Brother Zhengyue, this is a matter of great justice. Please don't refuse. If we advance and retreat hand in hand, we will be able to hold on until the clouds clear and the moon shines."

Zhengyue's eyes suddenly turned red. It was the first time that he was so unsatisfied in front of his disciples, and he wiped his eyes vigorously.

It's not that he never thought about borrowing money. At first, he couldn't let go of his dignity and was very old-fashioned.But Zhengjiange was on the verge of collapse, and he had to put aside his ridiculous pride and borrow money.

At first, he borrowed it from the sects he knew, but they all refused him on the grounds of preparing for the war between immortals and demons.

Then he borrowed it from a large sect, but he didn't know a small sect like Zhengjiange. Even if he was once the largest sect, he lamented that he ended up in such a bad situation.

In the end, he gave up, thinking that being assigned and expelled would be the final outcome.

Now...thank you.

The disciple holding the account book was so excited that his face turned red, and he stuttered: "Then, then, then I'll go buy Xuantie!"

Zhengyue frowned and scolded: "Did you let me use it like this?"

The disciple was stunned: "Huh?"

"Why use junk materials like Xuan Tie! Let's exchange them for cold crystal stones! They all have to be of the highest quality!"

Zhengyue was as serious as a teacher, but he couldn't suppress his smile.

Alas, I owe the Qin family a favor.

...

Qin Yao frowned in the study, enduring the feeling of increasing strength, but the price of doing so was the loss of life.

He had a bunch of official business in his hands and was dealing with it non-stop.

For example, how many people should be brought to guard the border, how many people should be left to guard the Qin family, what is the strength of the demon clan on the opposite side, what sect they are cooperating with, and other trivial matters.

I think about it all the time, Dad, please get out of seclusion quickly.

He just wants to be a salted fish.

At this time, a figure came to the door, hesitantly, Qin Yao had to look up at him: "Your Majesty Ninth Prince, what are you doing?"

I saw Xiao Qiyang wearing the same clothes as when he came. He put his luggage on his back, scratched his head and said, "Fifth brother urged me to go back...Brother Qin, are you going to guard the border?"

Qin Yao nodded, but hesitated: "Do you really want to go back?"

"Yes, I have been out for so long. I didn't even attend the funeral after my mother died. Now that my father is sick, I have to go back no matter what..." Xiao Qiyang lowered his eyes and looked very thoughtful.

Qin Yao: "...Okay. I'll prepare some money for you."

"Be careful with everything."

Xiao Qiyang nodded dullly: "Yes. Thank you, Brother Qin, for taking care of me for such a long time."

After Xiao Qiyang left, Qin Yao sighed.

I can't interfere with the fate of others, and I don't know if they can change it on their own.

I hope the final ending won't be too ugly.

Several days passed quickly, and Qin Yao had prepared everything and summoned the Qin family's disciples to go to the gathering place of the Immortal Sect.

Qin Yao was dressed in bright red and white clothes, with a high golden crown on his head. He had extraordinary handsome features and delicate eyebrows. He showed his demeanor as the head of the family in the crowd.

It is an existence that can be seen at a glance.

Many sects and families gather together again. Maybe the next time they meet, we don’t know how many immortal sects will be lost.

Jiang Ying and Qin Yao went together.But compared to Qin Yao's sharp momentum, Jiang Ying seemed much more decadent. He seemed to have not rested for a long time.

"Uncle Jiang, what's wrong with you?" Qin Yao asked politely.

Jiang Ying was in a daze. It wasn't until Qin Yao asked again that he realized what he was doing. He lowered his head and sighed, "It's not like my daughter's situation has become serious again."

"But after looking for all the reasons, I am willing to spend it no matter what kind of genius treasure it is, but my daughter's health is still getting worse and worse."

Qin Yao frowned: "Did you seek treatment from Lin?"

"Of course I did. Lin Suling and Yiyi also looked at it, and their faces were ugly. I'm afraid... ugh! I'm so annoyed!"

Jiang Ying stamped her foot angrily, unable to control her temper for a moment, the ground cracked and burst into flames.

It almost affected Qin Yao's clothes.