The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

Yan Chichun's words brought Du Qianchou back to reality.

Maybe the King of Hell is absent today.

Or maybe God is merciful and wants Die Qianchou to die peacefully.

He held on to his breath and couldn't swallow it.

"Just kill me."

Die Qianchou slowly closed his eyes.

Anyone can insult Master Yu except Di Qianchou. It was Master Yu who took him in when he was abandoned by his friends and relatives, and it was Master Yu who gave him a second life.

As long as Hall Master Yu gives the order, Die Qianchou will do his best to fight even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire ahead.

Even if I die, I will not hesitate!

"Do you know why you are not as good as Luo Qianqiu?"

Yan Chichun's face was as cold as frost, and he was arrogant. He sneered and said, "Because you are a complete waste. You don't even know that you are being used."

"In fact, you have had suspicions in your heart for a long time, but you have been reluctant to believe the answer."

"Because you can't accept the second betrayal, you can't accept this absurd fact."

"Shut up......"

"If I tell you that Yu Nian was behind all of this, what would you think?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up... I told you to shut up!"

Die Qianchou roared hysterically.

I sensed a powerful and familiar aura approaching here quickly.

Yan Chichun's face was full of impatience:

"What an annoying guy, always trying to ruin my life."

Then she turned her head to look at Die Qianchou, who was lying on the ground, holding his head in his hands and curled up in a ball.

A wisp of restless blood rose in the palm of his hand.

Unintentionally catching a glimpse of this scene, Di Qianchou was deeply shocked... How could she possess the Blood Demonic Art?!

"Surprised?"

Yan Chichun had an expressionless face. He walked towards Di Qianchou, whose eyes were gradually blurring out, and spoke indifferently:

"There are so many things you don't know, but I'm wondering, you'll never know the truth buried in the snow. Here... fall into an eternal sleep."

At this moment, Di Qianchou was completely heartbroken, but deep in his mind, a voice told him:

He died in such an unclear manner...

Are you willing?

You feel very unwilling, right?

Since you are unwilling to accept it, why not find out the truth?

【Live for yourself once, Qianchou. 】

The white palm stopped above Die Qianchou's head, and the lingering blood energy had dissipated.

Yan Chichun's mouth corners slightly raised.

She heard it, that weak and hoarse voice, like a mosquito, almost inaudible.

"I... am willing to follow you."

When Xiao Jianxin arrived following the trail of blood, he found the deserted yard overgrown with weeds and empty.

There were only five bloody finger holes on the ground.

Proof that they were here...

"Is it still too late?"

Xiao Jianxin observed the surrounding environment and saw that a part of the courtyard wall had collapsed. He couldn't help but frown.

A battle had taken place here, but it seemed that the evil cultivator was the oppressed party.

After all, he was kidnapped by his colleagues.

Or was there a dispute among the evil cultivators?

To ensure there are no omissions.

Xiao Jianxin searched the yard carefully, hoping to find some remaining clues.

But it's a pity.

The other party was more cautious than he had imagined.

Not to mention any clues, even the footprints were covered up by magic, leaving no trace.

There is no way to judge the direction of coming and going.

"As long as I am here, you will never harm the world!" Xiao Jianxin looked into the distance and swore secretly.

"Brother Xiao, now that we've reached this point, and the culprit has escaped, I'll leave the rest of the matter to you."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, six... five... um..."

"Brother, just call me Junior Sister."

"I'm sorry, I still can't tell you sisters apart." Xiao Jianxin looked apologetic.

However, Wen Zixi didn't take it seriously. He just bowed slightly and smiled.

"Junior sister!"

"Brother, do you have any other instructions?"

"Commands are out of the question."

Xiao Jianxin scratched his cheek awkwardly, his eyes dodging: "Well, tell my senior brother for me that I won't be going back these few days because..."

"Brother, you have a heart of justice and a courageous spirit. You are a member of the Righteous Alliance, facing the evil forces and shouldering the responsibility of the people."

"Now that the people are in trouble, we really can't just stand by and watch... I'm sure Senior Brother will understand Senior Brother Xiao."

"After all, even if Senior Brother Xiao doesn't want to return to Bamboo Peak, Senior Brother can't do anything to you, right?"

Wen Zixi blinked and made a mischievous joke.

Maybe later she felt that this was not ladylike enough.

He immediately coughed twice, returned to his elegant and intellectual demeanor, and greeted with a smile.

"Uh, ho ho... Junior Sister, you flatter me."

Xiao Jianxin lowered his head and touched his nose.

I thought the person standing in front of him was definitely Sixth Junior Sister!

The Sixth Brother mentioned by the eldest brother!

"Then Junior Sister will take her leave first."

"Well, be careful along the way."

On the way back, Wen Zixi passed by a rouge and powder shop called "Huichuntang" and stopped to stare at the dazzling array of goods on the shelves for a long time.

He hesitated for a moment and looked around to make sure no one was around.

Wen Zixi pursed her lower lip and consoled herself: "It's just a look, it shouldn't be a big deal."

I don't know.

As soon as Wen Zixi stepped into Huichun Hall, a handsome man appeared.

Nangong Xiuzhu crossed his arms across his chest.

He held his chin with one hand in deep thought, and slowly...a bright smile slowly spread across his face.

Three days passed since then.

In addition to Xiao Jianxin, Yan Chichun is also away, and Nangong Xiuzhu is busy with the joint venture.

Wen Zilian was in seclusion and had not come out yet. There were only five people living in such a big bamboo peak.

It seems a lot quieter.

That day, Xi Zhaozhao finished his morning exercise.

The green sword used for training.

I couldn’t let it go when I first got it, but now I feel annoyed even when I look at it.

It was casually thrown into the corner of the lawn in the east room.

"Why, didn't you say you wanted to be a sword immortal?"

Gu Junming, who was sitting on the steps eating melon seeds, felt amused. "You can't hold on anymore?"

"But I'm really tired..." Xi Zhaozhao's shirt was soaked with sweat, and her hair stuck to her scalp.

She shook her sore elbow.

He let out a bitter smile... He had already swung his sword no less than a hundred times in this morning alone.

The thought that this will happen every day, day after day, year after year.

Xi Zhaozhao had an urge to cry.

Why did she become a sword cultivator in the first place...

Wouldn't it be a thousand times better to be a spiritual practitioner like Senior Sister Wen, meditating in the morning and evening, absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, and feeling the nature?

“Nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up.”

Gu Junming was nonchalant, his left hand supporting his chin as he said with a smile, "It's not too late to turn back now."

"How about switching to spiritual practice?" Gu Junming coaxed, "Just sit there and daydream every day. It's very relaxing!"

"I do not want it."

Xi Zhaozhao put his hands on his hips, leaned forward slightly, and said in a humming voice, looking like a little adult:

"Big Brother, you just want to be lazy! Senior Brother Xiao is busy with official duties, and you are the only one on the mountain who can teach me swordsmanship."

"Really? Senior Brother, how old are you already? And you're always trying to be sneaky and trick your own cute little sister!"