The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Then his eyes turned into a deliberately cool and gentle smile, and he pulled Yu Mian into his arms with one hand, "I am Sheng Qing, and Sheng Qing is me, what's the difference?"

That frown and smile were exactly the same as when Yu Mian first entered the mountain gate.

"It's different. Can she... come back?" Yu Mian asked cautiously, the panic that he had suppressed with great difficulty resurfaced at the corners of his eyes.

This kind of bullied look is the most lovable.

"That depends on my mood, little disciple..." Sheng Qing hooked Yu Mian's chin with his cold fingertips, as if teasing a puppy, and gently hooked it, finally leaving it under the beating blood vessels.

"Please me for a moment... hm?" Her beautiful eyes blinked slightly, like dancing wings, enchanting and moving.

Yu Mian bit her lower lip, her face turning red with anger, she didn't want to.

"You are so naughty..."

Tearing open the defensive formation of Shouxing Mountain, the two of them instantly arrived outside the gate of Xinggong.

Seeing that the little girl was disobedient, Shengqing no longer wanted to tease her and she threw her to the ground.

She had more pressing matters to attend to.

The moon-white figure was cold and aloof, with a hint of hesitation and eagerness. The long tail of his clothes passed around the palace door in front of him and disappeared without a trace.

Yu Mian was extremely anxious, but there was nothing he could do. At this moment, the senior sister was naturally more important.

Since Shengqing said there was nothing wrong, it meant that she had her own considerations. I guess the two of them must have reached some kind of consensus.

While she was thinking, she used the token to send a message to the sect and brought the sect leader over.

Sect leader Wang Zhi appeared in front of Yu Mian in an instant. He thought something important was going on, but he saw only Yu Mian in front of him.

"My young disciple, what do you want to call me for?" He tilted his head, looked around, and asked curiously, "Where is your Sheng Qing?"

It seems that these two people are inseparable, so why is he alone today?

“Master, come with me to see the senior sister!” Yu Mian no longer cared about hierarchy. He took Wang Zhi’s hand and dragged him directly into the Star Palace as if he was dragging a doll.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zhi's originally relaxed expression tightened. Could something have happened to his young disciple Gu?

The two, one big and one small, followed Sheng Qing's steps and leaped towards Xinggong's spiritual steps, catching up with him in an instant.

At the foot of Shouxing Mountain, Miao Jun, holding all his treasures, saw that the formation blocking his way had disappeared, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

The Venerable must have seen his sincerity!

He grunted and started running quickly.

……

Below the center of the star track, array patterns were engraved on the dark stone surface. In the center, a woman in a black and white Taoist robe had her snow-white hair loose, spreading out in a semi-arc on the ground.

His face was as cold as frost and his body was as thin as paper.

A pair of silent eyes slowly opened, with the stars shining brightly in them, without any joy or sorrow.

Senior sister!

Sheng Qing's pupils suddenly dilated, and the same scene appeared before her again. This time, she would never let Gu Ruci die.

The terrifying scarlet paranoia deep in his eyes gradually spread to the whites of his eyes.

"Junior sister, you are here..." Gu Ruci's eyes fell on Sheng Qing's face, and she blinked slightly, and she understood which junior sister this was.

“…Thank you for your hard work.” Her voice trembled as she comforted Sheng Qing in front of her. The fragments of memories that emerged in her mind one by one were like a film, showing her past step by step.

A sea of ​​blood and corpses, isolated and helpless, walking alone...

Sheng Qing seemed to lose all his strength in an instant. He turned his head and closed his eyes. His five fingers were tightly clenched under his sleeves. His voice was hoarse with suppression, and he said stubbornly: "It's okay..."

Gu Ruci just looked at her calmly, with a helpless smile on her lips, and then looked sideways at Yu Mian and asked softly: "Xiao Mian, have you seen the snow-white hair of the senior sister?"

“See… Senior Sister… You… are the most beautiful snow fairy I have ever seen…” Yu Mian’s voice was trembling so much that he could hardly form a sentence.

How could she not see that Gu Ruci was now at the end of her life? Her emotions seemed to be shocked, and for a moment she could not feel any sadness, as if she was covered by a layer of film.

Finally, in Gu Ruci's eyes, her emotions were torn apart in an instant. She stood there blankly, tears rolling down her face.

There is no way to save the day.

"Big sister...I..."

"Xiao Mian'er, the Star-Picking Art is difficult to practice, so just learn the basics. Promise me, senior sister, that you won't go any further in the future." Gu Ruci advised gently, looking at Yu Mian, as if waiting for her nod.

Yu Mian nodded vigorously, "Yeah, okay, I won't study it in the future, I'll listen to my senior sister..." Her nose and eyes turned red. She thought she could change something, but in the end, nothing changed.

A feeling of powerlessness invaded my whole body. Is this what it feels like for the eldest sister to have her heart broken?

Everything is visible, but cannot be changed. Watch everything happen in front of you.

His chest felt like it was pierced by a sword. Yu Mian didn't even dare to take another step closer and just stood there frozen.

Wang Zhi sighed softly. He had seen such scenes too many times in his long life, and now he was powerless to change the situation.

"My little disciple, what is the hexagram you are looking for?" After all, the experience and wisdom of more than four thousand years prevailed. Wang Zhi gently raised his hand and transmitted a stream of spiritual power.

Gu Ruci shook her head slightly, indicating that there was no need to waste spiritual energy, and then she opened her lips and said softly:

"The Seven Star Formation is connected to the righteous path. When the Seven Absolutes are alive, the Demon Lord will flourish. When the Seven Absolutes die, the Demon Lord will emerge. Remove six of the seven and keep one, and find the method to secure the container..."

Sheng Qing listened to the hexagram text which was different from the past, and a light flashed across his eyes for a moment, and he finally grasped the essential meaning of the so-called "container".

In her previous life, she also came to look for her senior sister. At that time, the devil was rampant and it was difficult to save the situation. The empire was about to collapse, and only she and her senior sister were left in the Yufu family.

At that time and moment, just like this moment, Gu Ruci, with her silver hair as white as snow, spoke out the method she had obtained.

What she said at that time was that the savior star was at the end of the other world, looking for a way at the end of the underworld, setting up a great formation of reincarnation, seeking a glimmer of hope.

Use it as a container to break the constraints of the laws of heaven and earth and sever the Seven Star Formation.

She didn't believe in fate, but she had to. The so-called star for salvation or a glimmer of hope for life were not what she sought. She was just lonely and indifferent. Looking back, she had no relatives or friends. She was doomed to fail.

There is no more a speck of dust in this world that has anything to do with her.

I resolutely fell into this endless paranoia, seeking some good results in the adversity, without asking for an afterlife.

After setting up arrays all over the ground, she charged into the demon realm in one fell swoop, slashed the generals with her sword, and committed suicide on the blood pool to seek the road to the underworld. She pierced her heart with a sword, swore a great oath to cut off all cause and effect of her past life.

She was in a daze, with her tattered, blood-stained clothes mixed with her consciousness. She staggered with each step, letting the cold, bone-chilling water of the Yellow Spring wash over her as she walked upstream step by step.

The soul exploded into fireflies bit by bit, and it seemed as if the body was dyed with light blue fireworks, which was as beautiful as a painting.

She didn't know how long she had been walking. The only sound she could hear was the gurgling water, which seemed to last forever.