My master is obedient and soft

Seeing a familiar scene, reflected in Wen Yuan's eyes, his eyes widened slightly because of shock.

Exquisite palace, gurgling water against a green forest, a peach blossom tree full of pink flowers at the door.

Huanshui Pavilion... Wen Yuan thought.

Why, the illusion will change here?

He saw a figure from behind, dressed in silk clothes, with a slender waist and long legs, and his long black hair was tied up by a moon-white hair crown, and two thin ribbons hung from the hair crown, floating behind him as he walked.

"Master—" Wen Yuan shouted joyfully.

He almost ran towards the figure, opened his arms and wanted to embrace the man, but he was in vain.

He was like a transparent person, watching him pass through Zheqing's body, Wen Yuan wanted to hug him anxiously, tried several times, and finally confirmed that he could not touch the person in the illusion at all. The reason why the illusion is called the illusion is not without reason.

Wen Yuan stared blankly at Zheqing in front of him, he was temporarily dazzled by his attire in the fairy world.

How many years has he been... a full 300 years, and he has never seen such a master.

The Zheqing in front of him is the Zheqing from a hundred years ago. He didn't see Wen Yuan at this time. He seemed anxious and kept pacing in the same place. He seemed to be saying something, his pretty brows were tightly locked.

What happened, Master?

Wen Yuan stood in place and looked around the Fourth Middle School, wanting to confirm what time it was, but he didn't have the slightest impression.

Zheqing in front of him suddenly stopped walking back and forth anxiously.

He stared closely at the door of Huanshui Pavilion, then closed his eyes, muttering spells in his mouth, he raised his hand and summoned the Fuwei Sword, the blade gradually became solid from his hand, then Zheqing took two steps back, he Convey spiritual power to Fuweijian to make it suspend in the air, and the light blue spiritual flow is continuously output in Zheqing's hands.

Slowly, the Fuwei sword emitted a dazzling silver light, Zheqing held the hilt of the sword, turned around and threw the sword in front of the door of the Huanshui Pavilion, shouting: "Break!"

With a sound of "Boom!", the originally exquisitely carved palace door was forcibly broken open by external force.

Wen Yuan saw that the layer of enchantment originally attached to the palace gate also dissipated.

It turns out that Zheqing only seemed so anxious because he was trapped in the Huanshui Pavilion?

But when did this happen?Why is he not impressed at all?Where is he now?

Zheqing stared calmly at the wide-open palace door, and after a few seconds, she did not withdraw her sword, but stepped out of the palace gate with the Fuwei sword in hand, feeling murderous.

Wen Yuan followed Zheqing in the illusion, he was curious, the master seemed very anxious and angry, so where is he going now?

Zheqing walked very fast, Wen Yuan could hardly catch up with him, and finally Zheqing walked with Yujian, and Wen Yuan had to follow Yujian.

A silver light and a red light passed quickly in the illusion.

After a while, Zheqing stopped.

Wen Yuan raised his head and saw that this is the hall of discussion in the Immortal World, and it is also the main Immortal Palace. Generally speaking, only important matters are discussed here.The palace is majestic and towering, with a golden plaque hanging high, and there are several gilt characters written on it: Xuanying Hall.

After looking at the exquisite and small Huanshui Pavilion, compared with the Palace One in front of him, the latter is simply not worth mentioning.

The long steps almost went straight into the clouds, Zheqing held the sword and walked up step by step.

There are regulations in the fairy world that the long steps leading to Xuanying Hall are not allowed to use swords, and can only be walked up.

Wen Yuan walked silently behind Zheqing, he felt that there seemed to be something different about the master this day.

Zheqing stopped, facing the closed palace gate, he looked up quietly, and then said: "Honor Tanshu, please see Zheqing."

No one responded.

After a long time, a soft sigh came from the palace: "Go back." No one could be seen, only his voice was heard, and the voice came from Tanshu's powerful spiritual power.

Wen Yuan stood quietly beside Zheqing.

Today's master is not as soft as usual, and there is no vivid smile on his calm cheeks. His whole body is wrapped in a hard layer, and no one can get rid of the shell.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Yuan saw that Zheqing gradually lowered his body beside him.

Zheqing knelt down slowly, and the Fuwei sword was inserted straight into the ground beside him.

His back is very straight, and he has a style of his own. Although he is kneeling, he does not lose the slightest demeanor.

Wen Yuan wanted to pull him, but just as he bent down and touched the flowing clothes, he caught the air, making him realize once again that he was indeed in an illusion, unable to touch the person in front of him.

"Master..." Wen Yuan murmured.

It was mid-afternoon at this time, the sun was high and the sunlight was dazzling, Zhe Qing knelt without the slightest hesitation, his eyes were full of determination and even a little stubborn.

The breeze blew through his long hair, and a few mischievous strands got into the corner of his mouth, but he remained motionless, kneeling in the direction of the palace gate.

After a long time, Wen Yuan felt a little tired from standing for so long, the door was suddenly opened.

Zheqing's eyes lit up immediately, he staggered a little when he got up, but he didn't hesitate at all when he drew out his sword.

Wen Yuan thought distressedly, after kneeling for so long just to get a chance to open the door, Zhe Qing's knee must be injured.

Afterwards, he felt a little bit sour, who could make Zheqing pray like this, even without dignity.

Wen Yuan followed Zheqing into the main hall, Zheqing's footsteps were steady and undisturbed, and he couldn't tell that his master was so patient after kneeling for so long just now.

The hall was empty and empty, very solemn, and Tan Shu was sitting on the chief seat in the front.

Zheqing walked down the jade steps, looked down for a few seconds, and was about to kneel down again.

Tan Shu said, "No need, get up."

Zheqing looked directly into Tanshu's eyes, with no fear in his eyes, with a firm expression, he said, "My lord, what is wrong with Wen Yuan?"

Wen Yuan was shocked when he heard his name, and looked at Zheqing in disbelief, could it be... the master did this for him?

Zheqing continued: "Although Wen Yuan is a demon, he has never hurt anyone, why can't he be tolerated by the fairy world?"

Looking at him, Tan Shu slightly opened his lips and said, "Immortals and demons have been incompatible since ancient times, and Wen Yuan did hurt people in the mortal world."

"But I have already been punished for him," Zheqing said, his tone suddenly agitated, his voice was very loud, and it was very shocking in the empty hall, "Is it because he was born a devil, so he wants to go to the Fallen Immortal Platform in the fairy world?" ?!"

"My lord, you don't know that whether it is a fairy or a demon, there is only one ending when they arrive at the Fallen Immortal Terrace, and that is to be wiped out."

Zheqing's tone could not be refused: "I hope His Excellency will take back the order."

Tan Shu looked at him silently, finally shook his head slowly, he sighed and said, "Zheqing, there are some things that cannot be decided by being in a high position."

Zheqing understood what he meant, even if Venerable Tanshu withdrew the order at this time, the immortals would definitely not let Wen Yuan go easily.

As Wen Yuan, who saw all this in the illusion 300 years later, he was extremely shocked. When he first entered this illusion, he was still wondering what time period this happened. Now he understands that at this moment, It was the eve of his execution at the Fallen Immortal Terrace.

Unexpectedly, the illusion appeared here.

Wen Yuan carefully recalled what happened 300 years ago, trying to get a glimpse of the clues from the details, but he didn't know why, the more he thought about it, the more he felt a headache. The spirit chain was locked and ready to be executed in public, but he couldn't remember what happened before that.

The more I thought about it, the more I felt a headache. Wen Yuan pressed his temples hard, and he always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something. What is it?

He was seriously injured that day, and was pressed to kneel on the Falling Immortal Terrace. He seemed to not remember how he was injured. Wen Yuan thought, maybe too much time has passed?

At that time, he was always looking forward to the master to save him from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't expect Zheqing to be imprisoned in the Huanshui Pavilion at this time, and went to the Xuanying Hall after forcibly breaking the barrier.

He looked at Zheqing and continued, "I can take the punishment for Wen Yuan."

Tan Shu shook his head slowly, he raised his hair and let out a long sigh: "Listen, Zheqing, the thunder from the sky has gathered...it's too late, you can't save him."

Zheqing was silent for two seconds, staring at Tanshu. No one knew how desperate he was at this moment. He suddenly sneered and said, "My lord, there is nothing Zheqing wants to do but can't do."

As expected, Tan Shu's expression froze, and he asked, "What are you going to do?"

Zheqing turned around and left, he was still holding the sword, at first there was a cold aura all over his body, but now he looked murderous.

He raised his brows, and actually laughed, and turned his head to Tan Shu and said, "Save him."

Tan Shu stood up abruptly from the main seat, and shouted at Zheqing who didn't look back: "Stop! Tell me exactly what you want to do!"

Zheqing ignored it, he walked out of the palace gate, and slowly stopped at the position where he was kneeling just now.

He squinted his eyes and glanced at the boundless sky, and said to himself: "I'll kill him."

He smiled and said to Tanshu: "Don't the demons deserve to die? Well, I am his master, I will kill him, and I will kill him with my own hands."

After Tan Shu chased him out, he completely lost the indifference and restraint he had just now. He watched in astonishment after Zheqing finished speaking and knelt down facing the sky and the earth.

This is the second time Wen Yuan saw him kneeling today.

Zheqing's face was neither sad nor happy, he muttered a few words silently, after a while, a golden light suddenly appeared in the sky, then the golden light gradually expanded, and finally enveloped the entire Xuanying Hall.

Tan Shu seemed to understand something suddenly, he shouted to him loudly: "Zheqing, stop!" But suddenly he found that he couldn't get close to him at this time.

Wen Yuan realized at this moment that the golden light was the incarnation of Heavenly Dao, and Zheqing wanted to talk to Heavenly Dao.

Wen Yuan watched as he held up the Fuwei sword and swiped at his wrist, blood gushed out, but gradually floated into the air, and finally turned into sporadic fragments of light that drifted away with the wind.

Zheqing raised his head to face the endless sky, his clear voice resounded in the illusion, but every word and every sentence seemed to hit Wen Yuan's heart.

"Zheqing is willing to spend half his life as a price, and I only hope that heaven will bless my disciple Wenyuan..."

He said, "I will be safe and happy all my life, and I will be safe every year."

Tan Shu, who was behind him, was so shocked that he was almost speechless: "You...why are you so..."

Zheqing smiled, very gentle, then he stood up and flew towards the Fallen Immortal Terrace without hesitation, leaving only a soft voice echoing in front of the Xuanying Hall gate, just like his whole body was soft and firm.

"Because Ah Yuan is the only apprentice in my life."