"Discussed, passive value, +2."
"Being worried, passive value, +3."
"Being watched, passive value, +782."
Xu Xiaoshou walked out of the space crack behind the three bosses of Shengnu, and was almost frightened by the sudden number.
"782?"
At the same time, more than 700 people were watching me?
Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had not seen such an amount of "attention" for a long time.
In the past, the only things that could reach such numbers were group competitions or the huge crowds on the eve of the opening of the Eighth Palace.
but now……
"Perception" tried its best to scan, and Xu Xiaoshou could instantly judge that there were only sixty or seventy people in white clothes surrounding them.
So, where are the remaining 700 pairs of eyes hidden?
For a moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt numb.
"Hey, the formation is good!"
Cenqiaofu jumped out of the crack in space and stood in the void. He took out the small ax on his waist and loosened his belt.
The rain on the horizon straightened up with his figure, as if it was completely supported.
The aura of his whole body was rising steadily, and the aura of his Dao Zhan also began to transform step by step, climbing up to that terrifying state little by little.
"It's really Taixu..."
Gou Wuyue murmured silently, her eyes moving away from the unconscious masked man on Cen Qiaofu's back, and then fell on the young man behind them.
Chinese character face, beard, long hair...
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like the person in the first-hand information from Yu Lingdi.
And the words that Vigil had just said echoed in his ears again.
"Well, Xu Xiaoshou, if nine out of ten sentences are half true, that's enough. It's best not to listen to the remaining half!"
Gou Wuyue laughed.
Sure enough, to say who understands Xu Xiaoshou the best, it must be Vigil who has personally dealt with him several times.
"Saint slave?" Gou Wuyue looked away and asked loudly.
"Holy Slave!" Cenqiaofu nodded in a deep voice.
"Buzz——"
The famous sword Nulan's voice suddenly trembled, as if he was about to open a new chapter in the battle.
Gou Wuyue clenched her fist tightly without lowering her head, but she could already feel the resentment of the famous sword.
It seems that there is still a festival between this sword and the visitor!
"Keng——"
The four swords in Xu Xiaoshou's hand also shook violently.
The sonorous sound instantly silenced the oncoming awe-inspiring sword intent, and the void became pure again.
"Pattering..."
The rain falls again.
The silent confrontation seemed to have started from the first time the two sides met.
…
"Where is Xu Xiaoshou?"
On the other side, the housewarming eyes looked eagerly at the three people and a comatose corpse that jumped out of the crack... The first seat of the Saint Slave?
He didn't pay too much attention, but looked behind them.
But after the four saint slaves appeared, the space cracks behind them began to be repaired.
This also means that the White Cave incident is completely over.
Everything has turned upside down!
"But...where is Xu Xiaoshou?"
I can't believe it.
If this is the result, then Gou Wuyue cannot be found in the confined space, and he cannot come out of the white cave...
Xu Xiaoshou, where can you go?
he died?
"That young man..."
Ye Xiaotian stared at the young man with a Chinese character face and a beard, his eyelids drooped, and he seemed to be lost in thought.
"retreat."
After a while, with a move of his hand, he led several people beside him to the far rear, away from the battlefield.
"Ye Xiaotian!"
Immediately after the move, he became anxious, "Xiao Shou is still here..."
"Be patient and don't be impatient."
Ye Xiaotian stretched out his hand to stop the housewarming talk, and said: "You guys step back first, I'll go and come back."
"wait……"
Qiao Qianzhi's eyes widened and he immediately wanted to stop him, but the white-haired Taoist boy disappeared in the blink of an eye.
When he reappeared, he was already in the middle of the confrontation between Bai Yi and the Holy Slave.
"Gou Wuyue, before you start the war, you said that as long as I see the person I want to see, I can take him away directly." Ye Xiaotian first turned to look at Gou Wuyue and said.
"random."
Gou Wuyue stretched out her hand generously, as if she didn't care at all what the Lord of the Spiritual Palace would do next.
He was actually also very curious, who would be the storyteller, Cen Qiaofu, and the leader of the holy slaves that Ye Xiaotian wanted to take away from Tiansang Ling Palace?
Or is it Wen Ming who doesn't look like Xu Xiaoshou?
"Thank you."
Ye Xiaotian nodded, then turned his attention to the young man with a Chinese character face and a beard, and said calmly:
"I am the dean of the inner courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace. I am here only to pick up the experienced disciples who have returned to the White Cave. All disciples of the inner courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace can leave with me at this moment."
His eyes were intense, he paused, and then added: "Just nod."
After these words were settled, everyone in the audience couldn't help but focus on the young man.
"Being invited, passive value, +1."
"Being worried, passive value, +4."
"Being watched, passive value, +782."
Mr. Dean...
Xu Xiaoshou felt warm in his heart.
With just such a sentence, he could be sure that the dean was definitely not subdued by Bai Yi, nor was he using those little tricks to verify his identity.
Xu Xiaoshou never thought that after the thrilling battle in the White Cave.
Outside, there are still people waiting for me.
"It turns out that I am not fighting alone..."
But, it's too late!
Xu Xiaoshou grinned.
He already understood that his journey to this point was already destined since he was in the midfield of the "Wind and Cloud Competition" in the outer courtyard, and from the moment he met Mr. Sang.
The dean is indeed a typical example of a sharp-tongued person with a soft heart.
But your appearance was more than one step late!
If Old Man Ruosang was not a Saint Slave, if he had not fed the seeds so early in advance, if...
"Ahem."
Xu Xiaoshou interrupted his random thoughts with a slight cough.
His face turned calm again, and he said calmly: "There are more seniors, but I, Tan Ji, am not a disciple of the inner courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace. Maybe you have recognized the wrong person."
Tan Ji?
Ye Xiaotian's heart tightened, this familiar tone...
He was immediately convinced that this person was definitely Xu Xiaoshou!
Fang wanted to continue speaking, but he suddenly remembered something.
"Inner courtyard disciple?"
Yes!
Just now, I subconsciously thought that the people who came to participate in the White Cave experience this time were all disciples of the inner courtyard.
But Xu Xiaoshou did not seem to have become an inner court disciple.
In name, he is only the senior brother of the outer courtyard.
Although he has secretly become the direct descendant of the vice-chancellor, he has no status and has never enjoyed the treatment of a disciple in the inner courtyard.
Along with the quota to enter the White Cave, he had fought for it himself.
"He is holding a grudge?"
This idea suddenly flashed through Ye Xiaotian's mind, and he immediately overturned it.
Xu Xiaoshou is not such a stingy person!
He spoke loudly again: "Everyone in the inner and outer courts will regard him as his own. As long as you are from Tiansang Ling Palace, you only need to nod at this moment..."
After a pause, he glanced back at the storyteller and Cen Qiaofu who were watching on the side, and Ye Xiaotian said loudly: "No matter who comes, as the dean of the inner courtyard of Tiansang Ling Palace, I will take you away!"
Is it okay to go to the outer courtyard... Xu Xiaoshou felt a little funny.
He is indeed still remembering the hatred of winning the first prize in the "Wind and Cloud Competition" that day, but being unable to enter the inner courtyard.
But right now, there's not much that can be done.
It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I can’t!
Xu Xiaoshou shook his head indifferently and did not respond.
He will not follow the dean back.
Because of that, maybe Bai Yi's target will completely shift to Tiansang Ling Palace.
Elder Sang is so secretive, doesn't he just want to avoid bringing disaster to Tiansang Ling Palace?
Xu Xiaoshou believed that he was not that great.
But he is not Sang.
Just because your master fed you the seeds, you won't have to use the same method to train your apprentices.
Likewise, compare your heart to your heart.
He, Xu Xiaoshou, would not want to inflict the same fear and fear that he had fallen into an inexplicable situation on the entire Tiansang Linggong.
After all, there is still one of his first memories after coming to this world.
In addition to the damn Wen Ming and Zhang Xinxiong who are also dead, it also has Elder Qiao, Judge Xiao, and Judge Zhao who are waiting eagerly in the distance...
There are Zhou Tiancan, Su Qianqian, Mu Zixi...
There was the Lingzang Pavilion that was almost burned down, and the Tianxuan Sect that was almost collapsed...
very many!
Recalling this, Xu Xiaoshou now wanted to return to his spiritual site to continue studying the art of alchemy, and then find a time to take off the alchemist badge that was not in line with his own strength, and then take the test for the spiritual formation master badge. To fulfill your collecting habit.
but……
"goodbye."
Saying softly in his heart, Xu Xiaoshou shook his head lightly and took a small step back.
This step announced his decision.
"Click."
Ye Xiaotian clenched his fists.
There seemed to be cracks in the void.
In the space between heaven and earth, there were no more raindrops and no human figures. Only the white-haired Taoist boy and the young man with the Chinese character face were left.
"Xu Xiaoshou!" Ye Xiaotian shouted angrily.
"Being called, passive value, +1."
Xu Xiaoshou was startled, and instantly realized that this was the throne realm of the dean.
But... won't they find out?
After scanning for a week, the rest of the people were waiting, and it seemed like they were really missing?
Dean, are you so strong?
"I have something to say to you."
Ye Xiaotian paused and said in a deep voice: "Alone."
Xu Xiaoshou felt a sore nose inexplicably.
In such a lonely environment, facing such an elder from the past, the thrilling memories of Bai Kuo came to him one after another, and he almost shouted "Me too".
But Xu Xiaoshou pursed his lips and did not say anything.
"I……"
Ye Xiaotian also had thousands of words to say, but his lips and teeth closed suddenly.
Then he spoke again:
"Sang Lao..."
He paused, frowned, and changed his words:
"Ajie..."
Stopped.
The two looked at each other in silence.
There was no wind in the void, and even time stopped.
It seems that at this moment, every big and small thing can be mentioned separately.
Xu Xiaoshou was like this, and so was Ye Xiaotian.
He only felt the worries in his heart, and tried desperately to get them all out of his mouth in such a short period of time, and then into the ears of the young man in front of him, so that he could listen and feel at ease.
But every subject of every sentence is so out of place and out of place at this time.
Ye Xiaotian seemed to have lost the ability to speak. He struggled for a while, unable to utter a complete sentence.
He could see Xu Xiaoshou's eyes that remained unchanged under his changed appearance.
Those eyes cannot deceive.
With only such experience, the young man could not deceive this white-haired Taoist boy who had been traveling in the world for most of his life.
Who can't see that this guy, like Old Man Sang, plans to choose to fight everything alone, just to avoid bringing disaster to Tiansang Ling Palace?
Who could be so stupid? !
Ye Xiaotian breathed a heavy sigh of relief, held up his eyelids, and did not dare to blink no matter how dry his eyeballs were.
He floated slightly higher and reached out to hang on Xu Xiaoshou's shoulders.
"Thanks for your hard work."
One sentence, three words.
Ye Xiaotian calmed down all his emotions, "And... survive!"
despair.
Clap it with one palm.
The picture in front of him faded away, the sound of patter of rain returned, and the tall and straight white clothes came into view again.
When Xu Xiaoshou came to his senses, Ye Xiaotian had disappeared.
He quickly looked towards the direction of the housewarming, and saw Elder Qiao who was secretly wiping away tears from his nose, and the four people from the Spiritual Palace who had completely disappeared after the dean flicked his sleeves and robes.
"Walk!"
There was a loud shout, with a mixture of unwillingness and helplessness.
Only mourning flowers and mourning grass were left on the ground, swaying alone in the sound of wind and rain.
"There are obviously so many people standing here..."
Xu Xiaoshou suddenly felt that he could feel the temperature of the rain. It was so lonely and cold!
…
"Your name is Tan Ji?"
Gou Wuyue didn't seem to care about the other members of the Holy Slave at all, and was concentrating on talking to Xu Xiaoshou by herself.
"When questioned, passive value, +1."
"Being watched, passive value, +782."
Xu Xiaoshou shook his body, shook off the rainwater that wetted his clothes, and immediately regained consciousness and calmed down his emotions.
Now is not the time to be sentimental.
A big battle is waiting right in front of you!
If you are not careful, Chiyu will suffer disaster...
He regained consciousness and asked: "Is the name so important?"
"Yes." Gou Wuyue said with a smile.
"Well, I can solemnly tell you that my name is not Tan Ji!"
"oh?"
"Tan Ji, it's just my name..."
Xu Xiaoshou nodded solemnly: "My surname is Xiaoshi."
"Xiao Shi, Tan Ji?"
Gou Wuyue was stunned.
"Under suspicion, passive value, +1."
"Being questioned, passive value, +782."
"Being ridiculed, passive value, +345."
"Being liked, passive value, +1."
"Kekeke..."
The storyteller covered his mouth and laughed, and said for a long time: "Xiao Shi Tan Ji, there is no need to tell them. No matter how much we talk, will they let us go?"
"When questioned, passive value, +1."
"Yes." Xu Xiaoshou nodded very seriously.
This time, not only the storyteller, but everyone in the audience was shocked by his confidence.
He is obviously so ordinary...
How dare you be so sure?
Could it be that he is a fool?
"Under suspicion, passive value, +780."
"Slandered, passive value, +663."
Xu Xiaoshou ignored the storyteller, but raised his eyes and stared at the middle-aged man in front of him who was dressed as a swordsman and had an extraordinary bearing.
Then, he bowed heavily.
After pondering for three full breaths, he stood up, took a big breath, and said seriously:
"Presumably, the senior is the legendary one who can kill the second saint slave and flee, chase the seventh saint slave across the two realms, and even cultivate a disciple with excellent temperament and amazing potential. He has also led white clothes to destroy countless people many times. The evil force, the master of the Guanzhi Holy Temple, who strives to seize the title of ten, and is the pinnacle of the Seven Sword Immortals, Gou Wuyue, Gou...ah, Senior Wuyue?" Xu Xiaoshou? Face full of respect.
Gou Wuyue: "..."
Baiyi: "..."
Storyteller, Cenjov:? ? ?
"Under suspicion, passive value, +780."
"Being ridiculed, passive value, +423."
"Under speculation, passive value, +644."
What does he want to do?
At this moment, everyone's mouths twitched together, and questions popped up in unison.
Even the Moonless Sword Immortal, who had always been calm and calm, was a little uneasy at this moment.
He didn't dare to fully agree for a while.
The title was so heavy that he almost didn't hear everything, and he had no idea what the young man in front of him wanted to do.
But the other party looked very respectful, and it would be a bit rude not to reply.
"what do you want to say?"
Gou Wuyue held down the famous sword that was about to move.
"This junior just wants to express my overwhelming admiration for Senior Wuyue..."
Looking at the other party's trembling hands, Xu Xiaoshou sped up his speech, skipping the 10,000-word flattery that followed, and went straight to the ending, "I am humble and respectful, I dare not speak without permission, and interfere in the affairs of my seniors." Things."
"What's the meaning?"
"What's the matter?"
Everyone was dumbfounded, and Gou Wuyue also frowned, puzzled.
Xu Xiaoshou smiled sarcastically, rubbed his hands, and after scanning the audience for a week, said:
"In short, it is a war between the big guys above the throne level. The younger generation may really not be able to intervene. Can you let me choose to watch?"
He shrank his neck and felt a little timid: "Which of you wins, who will I follow? The one who just goes along and never resists..."
