Your Majesty doesn't know

This rare smile made He Zichen feel panicked, his heart skipped a beat, wondering if the spell had expired.

But Sheng Ling's expression didn't look like that. If he woke up at this moment, he would be a little uncomfortable - but the most uncomfortable person right now is himself, He Zichen thought, he had to run away first.

Thinking of this, He Zichen said to Sheng Ling: "Then just pretend you don't remember, see you next time!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed out of the door, and turned around to close the door intimately. Just when He Zichen was about to leave, the disciple of the Zhaixing Tower who came with the sword came in with a bang, and said eagerly: "Holy shit!" Lord, it's not good!"

He Zichen couldn't help but stop.

If it wasn't an urgent matter, no one would directly break into the ninth floor where the Holy Master lived. If it was an emergency, he wasn't sure if Sheng Ling would recover now, and whether he could handle it.

"Holy Master, something is wrong! Earlier when Yujian was patrolling outside the city, we found that there was a change in the sun forest. We rushed to take a look, but it was the nine infants who were trying to break free from the trapped beast formation. It seemed very irritable and would rather hurt itself. Babai also desperately bumped into the formation...Holy Master?" The disciple suddenly stopped and called out in doubt.

He Zichen's heart skipped a beat, his heart was broken, the statute of limitations has not yet expired, and the important matter will be delayed!At this time, he didn't care about being uncomfortable, and he was about to open the door and go in immediately.

"...It's okay." At this time, Sheng Ling spoke, and He Zichen stopped his movements, retracted his hands, and stood outside listening silently.

Sheng Ling said, "Continue talking."

"Oh, it's like this... We went down to check and found that Jiuying broke through two layers of the formation, leaving the outermost layer precariously supported, and the few of us barely reinforced the last layer of the formation. Then I rushed back to report to the Holy Master, but after all, my spiritual power is low, and this trapped beast formation may only last for another two days at most...

"Holy Master, do you want to lead people to arrange a few more formations?"

"No need," Sheng Ling said in a deep voice, "It's better to block it than to block it. Trying to trap it with a formation is not a long-term solution after all... Go and send back the troops stationed near the sun-blocking forest."

"Holy Lord means...?"

He Zichen suddenly had an ominous premonition, and before he could figure out why, he heard Sheng Ling say: "Tomorrow...I will go in person."

"But, Holy Master, you..."

"You don't need to say much, you go back first."

"……Yes."

The door was pushed open, and the disciples came out of the room. They were a little surprised to see He Zichen outside the door, but they didn't have time to take care of him at this moment. They nodded politely and hurried downstairs.

He Zichen was about to enter the house, but saw that Sheng Ling had also got up and was about to go out, He Zichen stretched out his hand to block the way, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Sheng Ling replied truthfully: "Retreat overnight."

He Zichen frowned and asked, "Are you planning to go to the sun forest alone tomorrow?"

Sheng Ling didn't say anything, but seemed to be acquiescing.

He Zichen didn't persuade him either, but he couldn't resist and said, "Take me with you."

Sheng Ling disagreed, "It's too dangerous."

"It's too dangerous for me to go, so it's not dangerous for you to go alone? Or does the Master think that I'm just going to hold you back?" He Zichen raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes slightly provocative, "And, didn't you say that no matter what I want Can you do nothing to stop it? Then I will go to the sun forest, and you must not interfere."

Sheng Ling sighed softly, pushed He Zichen's arm away, walked past him, and said coldly, "Then please do what you want, Your Majesty."

He Zichen followed Sheng Ling to the training room, but was mercilessly shut outside.He curled his lips, but his eyes glowed with excitement, and he thought to himself: I don't see it, but I have a temper.

Well, then he'll spend his time here.

The next day, when the first ray of light shone on the building, Sheng Ling, who had closed his eyes and meditated all night, opened his eyes.

The spiritual power in the body is like a river of stars. It seems to be full, but it is actually thin. It is more than 01:30 points worse than the peak period, but it will not recover for a while, and the current situation can't care so much.

Sheng Ling got up, walked to the wall, and picked up a scepter held on Fengluan's base.

The top of the silver scepter is like a nest of intertwined branches and vines, and there is an oval moon heart stone inside the hollow, which quietly glows with a bright and soft light, like the purest moonlight.

The moonstone scepter, the symbol of the status of the national teachers of the past dynasties, contains powerful power, but those who have seen it before know that compared with the appearance of Yeye's divine brilliance and brilliance, the light at this time has dimmed a lot , with an almost pale taste.

Sheng Ling opened the door, and He Zichen, who was leaning on the door, bumped into him unexpectedly. Sheng Ling quickly reached out to support He Zichen, and asked in surprise, "Why are you still here?"

He Zichen had already changed into a black outfit that was convenient for traveling, and he carried a bow and arrow on his back. He yawned and backed away. Before he could stand still, he staggered and leaned against Sheng Ling, and shouted with a distorted face, "Quick, Quick! Sheng Ling, help me!"

Sheng Ling stretched out his hand to help him again, and seeing his painful appearance, he couldn't help feeling a little nervous, "What's wrong?"

"Legs, legs are numb!" He Zichen leaned on Sheng Ling's shoulders, and grinned, "I just stood here all night, Sheng Ling, you have to be responsible!"

Sheng Ling let go of him, and said in a low voice, "...you'll be fine if you circulate your spiritual power for a week."

"Ah! It's so uncomfortable, I can't stand still..." He Zichen grabbed Sheng Ling's arm tightly, leaned on him, and pretended to cry, "I don't know how spiritual power works, you just bullied me and lost my memory ,Pity me……"

He Zichen stopped talking.

Sheng Ling squatted down, and with his palms stroking his legs all the way to his ankles with spiritual power, everywhere his palms passed, there was a burst of warmth, and the numbness disappeared as expected, and every muscle, vein, and flesh was ironed. post.

He Zichen looked down at Sheng Ling's long silver hair, eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings, and the white hand caressing his leg, and felt that although his legs were no longer numb, they seemed to be separated from his body , even more disobedient.

Sheng Ling stood up, took the staff and went downstairs directly. He Zichen rubbed his legs and hurriedly followed.

Every time he went down a floor, many people would follow behind Sheng Ling. By the time he reached the bottom floor, He Zichen had been squeezed to the back, far away from Sheng Ling.

Looking at the back of Sheng Ling who was walking in front without turning his head, He Zichen couldn't help but feel sorry for himself: This trip may be fatal, and he still has to rush forward, and he doesn't care about it at all. , although he really wanted to turn his head and leave stubbornly, but he couldn't help worrying in his heart... Beauty is misleading, tsk tsk.

When He Zichen managed to squeeze out from the wave of white clothes, Sheng Ling had already explained to everyone that he would rise up with his sword in the wind, his clothes fluttering, and stand up against the clouds, heading towards the forest to the west.

He Zichen looked up, watching Sheng Ling seem to have turned into a white dove in the sky, and the sword light pierced his eyes sharply.

"Sheng Ling! Come back!" He Zichen yelled to the sky, but Sheng Ling didn't seem to hear it at all, and his feet were getting farther and farther away from the sword light.

Ashe stepped forward to persuade: "Your Majesty, you should go back to the palace first, the Master of the State Teacher will be back soon."

He Zichen thought to himself, do you think I am a fool?That Jiuying is an ancient beast, why should the injured Sheng Ling deal with it alone?Just in case, even if it's just in case Sheng Ling died in the sun-shattering forest, will you compensate me? !

He suddenly turned his head and pulled out Asher's sword, and then he was stunned for a moment. There was a moment of blankness on Ben's ruthless face, a cluster of flames suddenly sprang up in his heart, and he threw the sword on the ground in agitation——

He didn't learn the art of controlling the sword at all!

He Zichen regretted it now, he only knew how to read some fancy and interesting spells, and didn't bother to read such practical things at all, and Sheng Ling was sure of him, so he didn't guard him much.

OK, very good!It is said that he will not stop anything he wants to do, and that everything is left to him, and he really "follows him"!

He Zichen laughed back in anger, he took down the bow and arrow, and the arrow rested on the string, his brows were condensed, and he aimed at the white shadow receding from the sky——

"what are you doing?!"

A She pushed He Zichen hard, an arrow wrapped in spiritual power, pierced the clouds and shot obliquely into the sky, passed by Sheng Ling's body, and turned into a black spot on the horizon.

"You actually want to shoot our Holy Master?!"

Rao Asher's temper is not bad, but at this time he couldn't help his face full of anger. He pointed at He Zichen and scolded: "Do you know who caused the Holy Master's young gray hair? Who caused the Holy Master's years of cultivation?" It’s you who spent most of it? It’s you! In order to revive you, our Holy Master has worked so hard for three years! And you just wanted to shoot him because of a disagreement!”

The more Asher spoke, the more angry he became, and the others looked at him coldly.

Many years ago, Young Master Chen was gifted and intelligent, and was deeply loved by the former Holy Master. He studied magic arts with Sheng Ling. Although Young Master Chen was smart, he was very playful. At the beginning, the two were able to escape from the monster of water and fire, and his archery skills also accounted for a large part of the reason.

If it was Sheng Ling in the past, no matter how outstanding He Zichen's archery skills were, he would not be able to do anything to him, but the current Sheng Ling is not as good as before, and it is possible to be injured by He Zichen if he is not prepared.

After He Zichen shot an arrow, the anger in his heart subsided a little. Facing Asher's accusation, he was very calm, blinked his eyes, and said innocently: "How could I shoot him? I just want him to stop .”

After calming down, Asher also felt that he might have misunderstood. Although the person in front of him was stubborn, he was not so stubborn that he would recklessly hurt someone's life.

It's just that this kind of behavior can't be tolerated, Asher said: "What if I accidentally get hurt?"

"Believe it or not, when I said to shoot the tip of his hair, it wouldn't hit the root of the hair?" He Zichen smiled lightly, his brows and eyes brightened, and he said, "Hurry up and think of a way, I want to go to the sun forest as soon as possible." Help him, he doesn't know the way... Sigh."

Asher was moved by what he said.

Although it seems a little unreasonable to push the monarch into a dangerous situation like this, the Holy Master is really worrying now. If the person who worked with the Holy Lord to hurt Jiuying also went... maybe there will be more confidence?