Although the little apprentice sister is weak, she can fight

"Okay! You said it!!"

It was obvious that Hei Yanzhu had been led astray by Shen Qiao. When he heard that she was "going to die", he immediately regained his fighting spirit. He exerted force with his strong arms, grasped the knife handle tightly with both hands, swung it in a large circle, and chopped down Shen Qiao's head fiercely.

when!

Black Eyes: “……!?!”

The blade came down with a whistling sound, and the powerful blow was stopped in mid-air just as it reached Shen Qiao's head!

There seemed to be an invisible force resisting the blade, and no matter how hard the black eyeball pressed down, it could not move at all.

"You lost." Shen Qiao still had a faint smile on his face.

But this look obviously irritated Black Eyeball even more. He gritted his teeth and was about to swing the knife again in despair. However, just when he was halfway there, White Eyeball, who had been motionless, took action.

The iron chain wrapped around the blade and pulled it aside. The white eyeball ignored the confusion in the black eyeball and looked at Shen Qiao and said slowly, "I accept the bet and we will let this ghost go for now."

Huh? Why are you suddenly so easy to talk to?

After saying this, without waiting for Shen Qiao to ask any more questions, the man with white eyes grabbed the black eye and took the man and the knife away, then disappeared after entering the open door.

The prison instantly returned to darkness and silence. After confirming that the two ghost soldiers had indeed left, Shen Qiao relaxed his grip with a sense of relief and looked at Mu Jiu embarrassedly.

"Thank you so much, Senior Brother."

Mu Jiu, who had been motionless, glanced at her and sighed helplessly. The spiritual power in his hands behind his back loosened, and the seven-foot-long sword that was blocking Shen Qiao revealed its original form and turned into a green light and was taken back by Mu Jiu.

"You are so bold that you even dare to deceive the ghost soldiers."

Shen Qiao smiled and said nothing.

The spirit of the weapon was just an excuse. After all, Zhang Wan was just a human soul and could not merge with the sparrow ore, which was a spiritual weapon. However, these ghost soldiers might not be familiar with the etiquette of the fairy world, which allowed Shen Qiao to take advantage of the opportunity.

Anyway, the ghost soldiers didn't see what Zhang Wan looked like. After the matter was over and her resentment was purified, it would not be too late to send Zhang Wan to reincarnate.

After trying for the two ghost soldiers to leave, Zhang Wan dared to break away again.

"Thank you...thank you two Taoist priests."

Mu Jiu looked at her scrutinizingly and said, "Since my junior sister has decided to purify you, it's best not to use those soul-transferring and body-changing techniques anymore."

Zhang Wan nodded cautiously and returned to the umbrella at Shen Qiao's signal.

At this point, things are almost done.

On the way back, Shen Qiao thought about the mysterious man Zhang Wan mentioned. He searched his memory for a long time but could not remember such a person appearing in his previous life.

There are too many variables in the world after rebirth, and the trajectory of things has also shifted, such as...

Her gaze fell on Mu Jiu, who was walking a few steps faster. "I haven't had time to ask before, but which elder did Senior Brother Mu learn from?"

Hearing Shen Qiao's words, Mu Jiu slowed down a little, "Hmm? Junior Sister, are you finally considering becoming my disciple?"

Shen Qiao raised an eyebrow, "Yes, seeing Senior Brother's achievements, I am indeed moved."

"Junior sister is very smart and gifted. If she can really become Master's disciple, Master will probably be very happy." After saying this, Mu Jiu shook his head as if with regret.

"Unfortunately, ever since our master decided to travel down the mountain, she hasn't returned to the mountain gate for fifteen years."

Shen Qiao paused, and a person gradually emerged in his mind——

"Fairy Luoxia?"

Mu Jiu chuckled, "It's my master."

This youngest elder really liked to travel around. Shen Qiao had only seen her once in his previous life. He had heard that she had a direct disciple, but unfortunately Shen Qiao was imprisoned by Yun Zhi afterwards and did not know much about this senior brother whom he had never met.

"Then it's just not our destiny." Shen Qiao murmured.

Seeing Shen Qiao in a daze again, Mu Jiu frowned and looked at her for a while, then raised his hand to rub her head, "You are so young, why are you always so worried?"

Shen Qiao tried to feel the refreshing spiritual energy surrounding Mu Jiu's touch and smiled helplessly, "I was just wondering if I could follow through on what I advised Zhang Wan today."

Mu Jiu raised his eyebrows slightly and tapped Shen Qiao's forehead with his fingers, neither too hard nor too soft. Shen Qiao gasped without any defense and touched his forehead, full of confusion, "Brother, why did you hit me?"

"No one is perfect. This is not something you should be thinking about at your age." Mu Jiu withdrew his hand and spoke softly.

"Besides, since you're willing to think this way, it means you've already become alert. If you encounter the same thing again, you won't lose your rationality."

"...What if one day I can't be rational?" Shen Qiao asked, and found that he was like a child who deliberately talked back.

"You're not someone like Zhang Wan who's reckless." Mu Jiu said bluntly, "Being calm is certainly good, but thinking too much will only weigh you down."

"Instead of working in isolation, why not step out and listen to other people's opinions?"

"Hmm..." Shen Qiao nodded thoughtfully.

Mu Jiu looked at her acting like a grown-up and felt a bit amused. "If you want, you can come to Tingfeng Pavilion to find me anytime. I can't offer any guidance, but Master left behind a few mental methods that I think you could borrow."

The mental method...those obscure and difficult-to-read words gave her the most headaches in her previous life.

Shen Qiao nodded bitterly, "I understand."

It was almost dawn when the two of them returned from the dungeon. When they arrived in front of the Wanshou Hall headquarters, they saw Shang Mian already waiting there.

"Little senior sister?"

Shang Mian looked over when he heard Shen Qiao's voice, only to see her say with a serious expression, "Dai Jia is dead."

"Because of the silkworm seeds?"

"No." Shang Mian rubbed his eyebrows as if he had a headache.

"He hit himself to death. After you left, I went to get his silkworms. He was still normal until I took them out."

"Temple Master Zhou, mindful of his injuries, took him to the woodshed at the back to isolate him temporarily, intending to send him to the dungeon at daybreak."

"Who knew that just half an hour ago, the disciple in charge of guarding Dai Jia suddenly came to report that Dai Jia had crashed himself to death. I rushed over to take a look, and there was no hope of saving him."

Shen Qiao dismounted, seemingly thinking of something, "Did he say anything before he died?"

Shang Mian nodded. "I heard from the guards that Dai Jia seemed particularly excited after waking up from the anesthesia. He kept talking to himself. But because his throat was injured, these people couldn't hear what he said clearly."

"But then Dai Jia suddenly started banging on the door from the inside. Fearing he was in a hurry, the two disciples opened the door a crack to listen. But before they could understand a single word, Dai Jia suddenly screamed and banged his head against the door, dead."