The gloomy and crazy Master is drooling over me

Chapter 518 Farewell, fellow Taoist, see you in the next life

Yu Mian listened to the congratulations coming and going in a daze, his nose lightly scented with the familiar cool fragrance of green medicine, and almost missed the celebration.

It was not until the main award ceremony began that Sheng Qing raised his hand and gently pinched Yu Mian's cheek to get rid of the alcohol. He straightened his confused head and appeared with his people.

Yu Mian gradually regained consciousness. She was not good at drinking alcohol to begin with, and this immortal wine was simply the best medicine that could knock her down.

After becoming a little more sober, he used his spiritual power to dispel the remaining smell of alcohol and finally woke up completely.

She knew without thinking what Sheng Qing was planning just now. She took Sheng Qing's hand and squeezed it a little hard to express her dissatisfaction, but still followed her obediently to the front of the stage.

Suddenly, she felt like she was at the company's annual awards ceremony, and her subconscious embarrassment rose again.

Sheng Qing sensed her emotions and raised his hand to tap her forehead lightly.

Yu Mian blinked his eyes slightly, and the thousands of disciples in front of him instantly turned into big carrots. Okay... now it’s not embarrassing anymore, he just couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Gu Ruci appeared on the stage and replayed the final battle scene onto a light screen for the disciples to learn and watch.

The battle scene filled the entire Louguang Mountain. It was so fierce that it was dazzling and distressing to the naked eye, and it really left a deep impression on the hearts of the disciples present.

The battle between the strongest people under Jiuzhou, even if it is just a microcosm that is deliberately blurred for a few breaths, is enough to benefit people a lot.

Many disciples below suddenly noticed that the Demon Lord’s left and right hands were fighting each other in the picture, and they were curious about the reason. Could it be some special secret method?

"As expected of Venerable Huai Ci, he has such great abilities!"

"How amazing! Will I be able to move mountains and fill the sea so easily one day?"

"Why does this Demon Lord look like an upright cultivator?"

The younger disciples and elders were still confused, but the elders who were a thousand years old and above recognized that face, a face that was still unforgettable even after a thousand years.

The extremely talented Venerable Qianhong.

But didn’t she fall into the devil and disappear?

How could he become the Demon Lord again?

As the scene came to an end, thousands of eyes were fixed on the ladder to immortality that fell from the sky. The sky was full of falling flowers, and golden lotuses were emerging from the ground...

The spiritual energy is rich and glows with golden light.

The ladder to immortality that has never appeared in thousands of years actually exists!

The cultivators could indeed ascend to become immortals. At this moment, they saw with their own eyes the ladder to immortality that had appeared in this world not long ago.

But there was no one on the ladder...

The dozen or so venerables who were in the center of the battle stood up immediately, bowed their hands and saluted, saying: "We have seen it with our own eyes. Venerable Qian Hong has been planning for thousands of years to break this evil disaster, and he has ascended to heaven, but he is willing to be an immortal."

As soon as the words came out, the whole room was in an uproar.

The disciples in the hall are still young. Some have not found their own path, and some do not have a definite goal. They do not quite understand what an obsession it is for a cultivator to become an immortal.

But the monks who have lived through hundreds and thousands of years truly understand what this means...

No one has ascended to heaven in tens of thousands of years. The journey is difficult and dangerous. Many cultivators do not talk about it, but they are still worried in their hearts, afraid that their journey will end in vain and that there will be no way forward.

The word "immortal" is heavier than Mount Tai.

But some people can really let go...

Let it go right in front of them, not just at this moment, but let it go thousands of years ago, and walk alone down that dead end.

Because of the formation at that time, her name was suppressed under the sect's criminal law, and only today was she able to see the light of day again.

Gu Ruci had been planning for a long time, just for this moment. What her master had done should not be buried under the dust of the wilderness. She deserves to be remembered.

In fact, she knew that if her master were still alive, she would not care about these so-called false reputations. She has always been so independent and did not care about the outside world.

Junior Sister is very similar to her, so it was Junior Sister who broke the situation...

Although he was her eldest disciple, he seemed not to have completely inherited his master's open-mindedness.

She doesn't care about her so-called fame.

But the master can't do that.

This was her last selfish wish.

Grandmaster Feng Ling's eyes trembled as he watched the senior sister's final ascension to immortality on the screen, and his tears turned into soul mist and fell down.

The eldest sister... As expected, she said that the eldest sister could not fall into the devil. Even if she fell into the devil, the eldest sister would not fall into the devil.

Feng Ling turned into a green phoenix bird, and stopped crying reservedly. Then, she flew up to the clouds and cried loudly, "... Wuuwuwu, Senior Sister! My Senior Sister!"

"I don't have a senior sister anymore. There will never be a senior sister again!"

The crying disturbed Master Palm Wind who was hiding in the clouds. She cut off the cloud with a slap and slapped the Green Phoenix Ball aside.

Fu Qing felt bitterness in her heart. She didn't have many memories of her master. She was too obsessed with cultivation, and her master usually only gave her instructions and guidance. They were like a teacher and a student, and they rarely had time to talk to each other...

But now I recall that my own cultivation of the Dao was influenced by my master. She was an extremely good teacher...

The whole mountain was filled with mourning, and all the unspeakable words finally turned into a ritual of the Immortal Dao that had not changed for thousands of years.

Farewell to Venerable Qian Hong...

Yu Mian turned around and was about to salute, but found that the picture turned into a golden picture with names engraved on it line by line.

Gu Ruci only put her master's name first. She had died a thousand years ago and was the earliest victim of this evil disaster.

"Gentlemen, please follow me to see off the 2,109 disciples, elders and venerables who died on this trip to the Immortal World."

Gu Ruci was the first to bend down, and the disciples behind him bent down like wheat waves, and the sound waves shook the sky again.

"Congratulations, fellow Taoist!"

"See you in the next life!"

They believe that the soul is constantly reincarnated in the six realms, experiencing the eight sufferings, seven emotions and six desires, and only those who are lucky in destiny can awaken their immortal fate and embark on the path of breaking free from the mundane world.

All farewells will eventually meet again in some form in the future. As long as you work hard to live and pursue endless immortality, all friends, relatives and lovers will see each other again.

Sheng Qing let go of Yu Mian's hand, bowed slightly, and bent his waist slightly, with no expression on his face.

Even those eyes were as calm as usual, without even a ripple.

But thanks to the elixir, Yu Mian truly felt a faint emotion, not sadness, not annoyance, but something that could not be described in words, like the tiny ripples of raindrops falling into a puddle, rippling in circles, the waves becoming calmer and calmer, and then expanding.

It seems like there is a sense of relief, a sense of admiration, and a sense of regret.

Maybe the other party was not infected by the evil spirit, maybe they could really become good master and disciple, maybe she would also sincerely call the other party master.

It just seems that everything is too late, and there is no possibility in this world.

She didn't even call him "Master"...

Yu Mian reached out, held Sheng Qing's hand, and pursed her lips towards Qian.