The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Elder Wudu silently retracted his knife. It was the first time he did such a thing and he was not quite used to it. He raised his hand and touched his nose guiltily.

If Venerable Zhaixing had not told him to do so, he would not have knocked the little firecracker out.

Gu Ruci nodded, "Thank you, Elder Wudu, for your help."

"It's a small matter... How's the little madman?" His eyes fell on Sheng Qing, whose face had lost its color. Even though they had been bickering for thousands of years and had sparred with each other more than once, he was still a junior in his eyes.

He entered the sect hundreds of years earlier than Venerable Qianhong. Although they were not from the same sect, according to the sect's rules, he could barely be called a senior brother, so Shengqing was considered his nephew in terms of seniority.

"Junior sister's soul is almost destroyed, only one tenth of it remains. Tiandao is trying his best to keep her alive, but whether she can wake up depends on her will..." Gu Ruci sighed softly, and the child in her arms made a humming sound, which attracted attention.

Wu Du raised his eyebrows, "Where did the child come from?"

What happened here, who gave birth to it?!

Upon seeing this, Gu Ruci immediately shoved the Sect Master into Elder Wudu's hands and explained, "This is the Sect Master. He used the Heaven and Earth Longevity Technique to injure the Demon Lord, but the Heavenly Dao saved his life..."

"metropolitan!?"

He suddenly became at a loss as to what to do with his hands. Looking at the soft little thing in his hand, he was afraid that he would crush it to death if he used too much force.

His Mediterranean gray hair stood up, his stern eyebrows were raised, and he looked at the babbling child with a complex and strange expression on his face, which was both fierce and funny.

The baby's eyes were somewhere between the stupidity of a child and the calmness of an adult as it stared at the face, then turned its head away with disgust and curled its lips.

Wu Du raised his hand and touched his hair. It wasn’t that ugly... Although his hair had turned a lot whiter, it wouldn’t be a problem for him to live another thousand years...

"I never despised you when you were an old man!" Wu Du then pulled out a piece of cloth, wrapped Wang Zhi up like a cocoon, and tied it to his chest, puffing his beard and glaring, "I won't argue with you!"

The rain gradually stopped, washing away the surging demonic tide. The smoke and dust in the air were also suppressed. The air was filled with the smell of fresh rain, and the sky gradually turned bluish-white.

As visibility in the air improved, wounded and bruised figures appeared like monuments.

It was Venerable Yue Qiong who was leaning against the peach blossoms and injuring his arm.

It was the Venerable Lingxu whose sword was broken, his body was mutilated, and his spirit was disintegrated.

The Spirit Flame Venerable whose body was half burnt by the Spirit Fire...

There are all kinds of faces, some with smiles, some cold, some solemn, some with murderous intent, some with fear and anxiety... each person has a different face.

They all have postures as strong as pine trees, supporting the backbone of the monks in Kyushu.

……

Above Tianmen Pass, the demonic tide has not yet completely subsided, and the demon soldiers that escaped from the demon realm are even more difficult to deal with.

But the gradual recovery of the righteousness of heaven and earth undoubtedly gave a shot of confidence to all the cultivators.

Ning Yue looked towards the distance where the red clouds were gradually disappearing. A heavy stone was lifted off her chest, and she smiled faintly after a long time. It was great. It was finally... over...

"Sword Master... this world has hope of ascending!" The divine sword cheered with joy, wishing it could leave this world immediately and go to the big world to show its skills.

"An Jing, let's finish the matter first." Ning Yue put away his smile, his eyes were sharp, he took the lead, stepped on the waves and slayed the evil.

……

The Delusion Immortal Sect, Guarding Star Mountain.

Outside the quiet room, a vague voice rang out. Elder Chongdan said, "Her injuries have been... blessed... and are generally fine... but she is in a trance and needs more attention..."

"And your eyes need to be taken care of and you need to work less..."

"Okay, I'll pay more attention." Gu Ruci nodded in response.

"I will leave first, there are too many injured people in the sect..."

"Go slowly, Venerable..."

Yu Mian listened to the scattered conversations, his brows furrowed into two inward-looking insects, his mind was confused, filled with the scene of Sheng Qing's death, repeating over and over again.

That pale and cold face, like a knife or an axe, chiseled into her heart, and every blow was heart-wrenching.

"Sheng...Qing...Sheng Qing...Sheng Qing!"

She woke up suddenly, looking at the surrounding environment, her eyes were out of focus as if she was nearsighted with hundreds of degrees, she couldn't see anything clearly, ah... it turned out that her eyes were blurred with tears. After raising her hand to wipe them clean, she sat on the bed, and it took a long time for her to regain consciousness.

This is... the room that the senior sister built for herself before she gets married.

squeak-

The door opened, light poured in, and the eldest sister in a black and white robe walked in, her silver hair hanging down and fluttering, and a black brocade ribbon was wrapped around her eyes.

"Xiao Mian'er, you're awake."

“Big sister, your eyes…” Yu Mian turned his head and noticed her eyes at first sight. The next moment, he lifted the quilt and sat up like a spring, and asked anxiously, “How is Sheng Qing? Is she okay?!”

"My eyes are fine, they will heal soon..." For a monk, eyes are just one of the media to perceive the outside world. She walked over lightly without any hesitation, just like before she became blind. The black headband in her snow-white hair swayed slightly as she walked, looking so elegant.

"As for my junior sister, I can't explain it clearly for the time being. I'll take you to see her, but you need to take the medicine first." She coaxed a child, took out the bottle of medicine from her sleeve, and handed it to Yu Mian.

Yu Mian took the pill instantly, flicked open the lid with his thumb, swallowed it in one gulp, and said impatiently: "Senior Sister, let's go."

"Come with me."

Gu Ruci nodded and led Yu Mian towards the ice room. When they entered the cave, a frosty air blew in her face, even making Yu Mian shiver. She glanced at the senior sister in front of her and summoned the Glazed Pure Lotus to drive away the cold for her.

"This is the third-grade Frost Array, which can prolong the existence of Junior Sister's consciousness..." Gu Ruci said softly, and the voice was amplified and echoed in the winding cave, hitting Yu Mian's eardrum.

Yu Mian's head was buzzing and her mind was in a mess. Didn't Heaven say that she was not dead? Why did she have to maintain her consciousness?

Even though she knew the result might not be so optimistic, she still had hope.

Until the two of them turned around and came to the innermost part, an ice coffin crashed straight into Yu Mian's pupils, freezing her on the spot. The blood in her feet seemed to freeze, and she dared not take a step forward.

The hope in her eyes was crushed into pieces. She wanted to make some expression, but it ended up turning into an ugly cry and laugh.

Obviously... a snake that is afraid of cold...

How can I lie here...

"This is ten thousand year old cold jade, it can preserve her remaining soul..."

Gu Ruci paused, not knowing whether she should tell Yu Mian the cost of the formation. After hesitating for a moment, she heard the girl beside her say in a trembling but very calm voice: "... Senior Sister, tell me what you think. I can accept it..."

Yu Mian moved to the ice coffin with difficulty and looked at the cold beauty lying inside. Her sharp phoenix eyes were quietly closed, as if she would never smile sweetly or tease her with her beautiful eyes again.

Nor will there be any anger or resentment... or an expression of aggression and possession, or undisguised paranoia...